Innverse Stats | 10.30 GGMG

Name	Text
Brunkr	A trembling Gnoll asked the question, panting, his fur covered with blood, the certainty of death fading from his limbs. His name was Brunkr.
Regrika Blackpaw	He was dead. In another world, he had died when Regrika Blackpaw murdered him for reasons that had never been clear. And his name had been forgotten by all those except the people who had known him. It had been invoked once for a famous group.
[Knight]	The Order of Solstice, the sweating [Knights] who stood in the aftermath of battle, adrenaline draining from their forms. They were all seasoned warriors; they were grimy, splashed with gore, but not shaking in the aftermath, not pale-faced or sick-at-heart.
[Princess]	That was what the [Princess] noticed, and the [Innkeeper]. Like adventurers, these…[Knights] with such a peculiar name for their order had seen battle before. It was in how calm they were and how fast they reset.
[Innkeeper]	That was what the [Princess] noticed, and the [Innkeeper]. Like adventurers, these…[Knights] with such a peculiar name for their order had seen battle before. It was in how calm they were and how fast they reset.
[Knight]	That was what the [Princess] noticed, and the [Innkeeper]. Like adventurers, these…[Knights] with such a peculiar name for their order had seen battle before. It was in how calm they were and how fast they reset.
[Swashbuckler]	Oh yes. This truly was an unbelievable band. Fire still smoldered on their armor, but lightly. On the [Swashbuckler], Jewel, it was glints of pink flame that ran along her blade, illuminated her teeth as she grinned and punched the Antinium’s shoulder. A hint of grey flame in his eyes and on the tip of his wand as the Drake began walking around the room.
Jewel	Oh yes. This truly was an unbelievable band. Fire still smoldered on their armor, but lightly. On the [Swashbuckler], Jewel, it was glints of pink flame that ran along her blade, illuminated her teeth as she grinned and punched the Antinium’s shoulder. A hint of grey flame in his eyes and on the tip of his wand as the Drake began walking around the room.
Mrsha	“Mrsha! Don’t! I’m so sorry—”
Lyonette du Marquin	Lyonette, this world’s Lyonette, apologized for the girl, who clutched at her paw, but the [Knight] just shook his head. He’d put his helmet back on, but it made him seem oddly friendlier, as if being hatless was somehow the more unnatural state of being.
Lyonette du Marquin	Lyonette, this world’s Lyonette, apologized for the girl, who clutched at her paw, but the [Knight] just shook his head. He’d put his helmet back on, but it made him seem oddly friendlier, as if being hatless was somehow the more unnatural state of being.
[Knight]	Lyonette, this world’s Lyonette, apologized for the girl, who clutched at her paw, but the [Knight] just shook his head. He’d put his helmet back on, but it made him seem oddly friendlier, as if being hatless was somehow the more unnatural state of being.
Nokha	He gestured to the steam and remains of what had been Nokha, now just an acid-pitted stain in the floorboards. Lyonette turned away, but Mrsha stared at the place in relief.
Lyonette du Marquin	He gestured to the steam and remains of what had been Nokha, now just an acid-pitted stain in the floorboards. Lyonette turned away, but Mrsha stared at the place in relief.
Mrsha	He gestured to the steam and remains of what had been Nokha, now just an acid-pitted stain in the floorboards. Lyonette turned away, but Mrsha stared at the place in relief.
Brunkr	And so did the older girl, the one with the notecards, who was writing a reply to Brunkr. She stood with a golden sentinel at her side, a dignified woman with ash-dark hair, a proud nose, and impassive grey eyes that lingered on Lyonette, on Mrsha, and then on…
Lyonette du Marquin	And so did the older girl, the one with the notecards, who was writing a reply to Brunkr. She stood with a golden sentinel at her side, a dignified woman with ash-dark hair, a proud nose, and impassive grey eyes that lingered on Lyonette, on Mrsha, and then on…
Mrsha	And so did the older girl, the one with the notecards, who was writing a reply to Brunkr. She stood with a golden sentinel at her side, a dignified woman with ash-dark hair, a proud nose, and impassive grey eyes that lingered on Lyonette, on Mrsha, and then on…
Erin Solstice	Erin Solstice.
[Innkeeper]	The [Innkeeper] had arrived at a run, frying pan and acid jar in both hands, terrified for her family. Only to find these strangers had saved everyone. She was grateful, but perplexed by these seasoned warriors. She noted how they stared at her. Eyes lingering on her face, jerking away. It was clear they knew her. But for the life of her, she had never met…
Armored Queen	“Um. Excuse me. Are you one of the Armored Antinium? Because I know Klbkch. Thank you for saving Lyonette, Mrsha, and Brunkr. Who—how’d you know what was going on?”
Klbkch	“Um. Excuse me. Are you one of the Armored Antinium? Because I know Klbkch. Thank you for saving Lyonette, Mrsha, and Brunkr. Who—how’d you know what was going on?”
Lyonette du Marquin	“Um. Excuse me. Are you one of the Armored Antinium? Because I know Klbkch. Thank you for saving Lyonette, Mrsha, and Brunkr. Who—how’d you know what was going on?”
Mrsha	“Um. Excuse me. Are you one of the Armored Antinium? Because I know Klbkch. Thank you for saving Lyonette, Mrsha, and Brunkr. Who—how’d you know what was going on?”
Brunkr	“Um. Excuse me. Are you one of the Armored Antinium? Because I know Klbkch. Thank you for saving Lyonette, Mrsha, and Brunkr. Who—how’d you know what was going on?”

Brunkr

A trembling Gnoll asked the question, panting, his fur covered with blood, the certainty of death fading from his limbs. His name was Brunkr.

Regrika Blackpaw

He was dead. In another world, he had died when Regrika Blackpaw murdered him for reasons that had never been clear. And his name had been forgotten by all those except the people who had known him. It had been invoked once for a famous group.

[Knight]

The Order of Solstice, the sweating [Knights] who stood in the aftermath of battle, adrenaline draining from their forms. They were all seasoned warriors; they were grimy, splashed with gore, but not shaking in the aftermath, not pale-faced or sick-at-heart.

[Princess]

That was what the [Princess] noticed, and the [Innkeeper]. Like adventurers, these…[Knights] with such a peculiar name for their order had seen battle before. It was in how calm they were and how fast they reset.

[Innkeeper]

That was what the [Princess] noticed, and the [Innkeeper]. Like adventurers, these…[Knights] with such a peculiar name for their order had seen battle before. It was in how calm they were and how fast they reset.

[Knight]

That was what the [Princess] noticed, and the [Innkeeper]. Like adventurers, these…[Knights] with such a peculiar name for their order had seen battle before. It was in how calm they were and how fast they reset.

[Swashbuckler]

Oh yes. This truly was an unbelievable band. Fire still smoldered on their armor, but lightly. On the [Swashbuckler], Jewel, it was glints of pink flame that ran along her blade, illuminated her teeth as she grinned and punched the Antinium’s shoulder. A hint of grey flame in his eyes and on the tip of his wand as the Drake began walking around the room.

Jewel

Oh yes. This truly was an unbelievable band. Fire still smoldered on their armor, but lightly. On the [Swashbuckler], Jewel, it was glints of pink flame that ran along her blade, illuminated her teeth as she grinned and punched the Antinium’s shoulder. A hint of grey flame in his eyes and on the tip of his wand as the Drake began walking around the room.

Mrsha

“Mrsha! Don’t! I’m so sorry—”

Lyonette du Marquin

Lyonette, this world’s Lyonette, apologized for the girl, who clutched at her paw, but the [Knight] just shook his head. He’d put his helmet back on, but it made him seem oddly friendlier, as if being hatless was somehow the more unnatural state of being.

Lyonette du Marquin

Lyonette, this world’s Lyonette, apologized for the girl, who clutched at her paw, but the [Knight] just shook his head. He’d put his helmet back on, but it made him seem oddly friendlier, as if being hatless was somehow the more unnatural state of being.

[Knight]

Lyonette, this world’s Lyonette, apologized for the girl, who clutched at her paw, but the [Knight] just shook his head. He’d put his helmet back on, but it made him seem oddly friendlier, as if being hatless was somehow the more unnatural state of being.

Nokha

He gestured to the steam and remains of what had been Nokha, now just an acid-pitted stain in the floorboards. Lyonette turned away, but Mrsha stared at the place in relief.

Lyonette du Marquin

He gestured to the steam and remains of what had been Nokha, now just an acid-pitted stain in the floorboards. Lyonette turned away, but Mrsha stared at the place in relief.

Mrsha

He gestured to the steam and remains of what had been Nokha, now just an acid-pitted stain in the floorboards. Lyonette turned away, but Mrsha stared at the place in relief.

Brunkr

And so did the older girl, the one with the notecards, who was writing a reply to Brunkr. She stood with a golden sentinel at her side, a dignified woman with ash-dark hair, a proud nose, and impassive grey eyes that lingered on Lyonette, on Mrsha, and then on…

Lyonette du Marquin

And so did the older girl, the one with the notecards, who was writing a reply to Brunkr. She stood with a golden sentinel at her side, a dignified woman with ash-dark hair, a proud nose, and impassive grey eyes that lingered on Lyonette, on Mrsha, and then on…

Mrsha

And so did the older girl, the one with the notecards, who was writing a reply to Brunkr. She stood with a golden sentinel at her side, a dignified woman with ash-dark hair, a proud nose, and impassive grey eyes that lingered on Lyonette, on Mrsha, and then on…

Erin Solstice

Erin Solstice.

[Innkeeper]

The [Innkeeper] had arrived at a run, frying pan and acid jar in both hands, terrified for her family. Only to find these strangers had saved everyone. She was grateful, but perplexed by these seasoned warriors. She noted how they stared at her. Eyes lingering on her face, jerking away. It was clear they knew her. But for the life of her, she had never met…

Armored Queen