TurnedRogue

‘May you live in interesting times’ was a saying Rexha considered thoughtfully to herself after the week she and her friends had just had. It could be considered a well-wishing phrase if one wouldn’t consider that ‘interesting’ could translate to trouble. Once upon a time the bard had wanted nothing more than to have anything interesting happen to her. As a child she was neglected and lonely growing up. The yuan-ti reflected on her upbringing. After further thought she came to understand sometimes boring and mundane things were privileges unrecognized by those fortunate enough to experience such times of ease. The bard was living an interesting life these days which only seemed to continue to multiply in trouble with each passing moment. The Exiles had narrowly avoided Nuvureem, the drow-dragon, as well as her ire and just two days ago they had finally arrived at Irshmoore. Instead of getting answers, however, things continued to get weirder and more complicated. The fabled

The next day the group drew ever closer to Irshmoore. The Exiles made good time traveling through the countryside. Their newest ally, Killua, however, stated he would rendezvous with the group later as he had something he wished to attend to first. None of the group pressed the young drow about his business. He was still too new to the group for anyone to expect him to stick around. Rexha gave Killua a 50/50 chance of turning back up as he promised. The bard had met many a young man in her young life and that was about how reliable they were. It wasn’t that she thought he was blowing them off but at this age often they were easily distracted, and it wouldn’t shock her if that is what eventually occurred with Killua. The yuan-ti hadn’t really taken his measure other than he was still a little green to the world despite the number of seasons he’d seen. Elf matured differently, she understood, but by appearance he still seemed a youth to her eyes. As James and Agaricus helped

Despite some misgivings the bard stood with her friends the next day having rested and taken stock of the enemy camp. The plan was simple really. Those that were skilled in it would come in stealthy and take out the lookouts on the hillside towers. This way the orc camp in the valley below would not be alerted to their presence. The exiles assembled under the cover of the forest which led up to the steep rocky hillside. It would be difficult to sneak up to the towers already and climbing them also presented a problem. Agaricus and James decided the best thing to do would be to fly overhead and literally get the drop on the orcs with Nilly as the proverbial weapon to take them out. James would use his griffon to fly over the other tower and hopefully make quick work of them. Agaricus would use his druidic magics to change himself into a flying creature that could assist in flying Nilly to their other target. As the others took off, Rexha stood at the tree line timidly with Krunk

The coming days went by in a blur as they often did while the Exiles were out adventuring. Rexha spent the first few in a glum state. She worried about Feyata and she still felt raw about Reyvor. There was nothing to be done for it she knew except carry on. When she’d checked in with the rakshasa, he’d shared via the sending spell he was boarding a ship to leave Ixalan and navigate the mists surrounding the place. He was no stranger to planes jumping, having done it many times in his immortal life. Feyata seemed confident in his mission and aside from some concern of her inebriated state when she chose to cast her spell to speak with him, he wished her well on her own endeavors. Rexha considered sending a message to Reyvor as well but the incantation to the spell froze on her lips just as she started to form them. What would she even say to him in 25 words that would do any good? The bard went over a few different conversations in her head about it, mumbling aloud the back and