Nightsong watches as the body is lifted carefully and laid down to prepare for its last rites. He makes a face, looks at his group and then at the bow he has laid against the nearby pillar. He begins to wonder if this is really what he had been looking for. What good are bonds forged in the crucibl...

Nightsong feels strange agreeing with someone who calls themselves " Peaches " but nonetheless it is true. "I feel we're too vulnerable in such a place when not at full strength. We should return to town, make sure UBrecht is well and restock before venturing further into these dark ...

Nightsong is startled, both by the suddenness of the snakes strike and by the ferocity with which all members of the party immediately collapsed upon it. Fearful that everyones attention is drawn away from what appears to be a good place for an ambush, Nightsong steps back, placing his back near a ...

Nightsong slowly released the air he had held in his lungs as he waited for what seemed like an eternity. The time interval between bowstring release and target contact alternated between instantaneous and what seemed like geological time scales. This last shot had seemed like the latter. It must h...

Nightsong sees his arrow fell the foul creature and quickly knocks another arrow looking for his next target. At first, it appears the area is clear but as he sweeps the carnage, he sees one last creature deep in shadow that nearly escaped notice as it attempts to flee. Quickly, and hopefully befor...

Somehow Nightsong got turned around in the mazelike interior. He realizes that he got separated from the group when he hears a shout and the clash of steel. He turns back toward the sound as his eyes adjust to the dark distance, once again hurrying to take up position as close to and behind Pyrhhic ...

Nightsong hears Pyrrhics admonishment and quickly takes a step back, realizing it to be a good idea. Nightsong, in his intensity, had slowly begun to drift towards the front ranks. Then, as the rest of the comment settled in, he smiled quietly to himself and nodded toward Pyrrhic, silently apprecia...

Nightsong is beginning to get the rythm of this group, in particular of Dren as he repeatedly puts himself in harms way. In an effort to help alleviate some of that threat, Nightsong moves quietly up to the intersection in order to cover Dren. Nightsong has a good view of both the door to the east ...

As he squats down to retrieve his arrow, Nightsong looks up at the sound of Dren 's voice only to realize they are currently at each others eye level. Even though Dren's voice was but a whisper, Nightsong could not help but jump ever so slightly as he was somewhat engrossed in the inspection of the ...

Nightsong listens as Ubrecht describes the newly opened room. He slowly releases his breath simultaneously with the tension on the bowstring that he was just about to unleash before the last of the shamblers fell. Thankful that no one was grievously injured and curious about the creatures former id...

Nightsong sees Pyrrhic choose to attack rather than wait to see if the Zombies might impale themselves, and then looks to Dren just in time to see him leap from beside the door at the nearest Zombie. As he watches the skillful lunge, he increases the tension in the bowstring and waits for Dren to s...

Nightsong takes up position with Pyrrhic , hoping to put an arrow into whatever finds itself on the ends of his spear, hoping the combined damage will put an end to whatever it might be (*and if its on the spear, it will have a hard time dodging an arrow). If nothing ends up on the spear, he plans ...

Nightsong steps quickly with Mortiganto and Dren to check the room. His bow is drawn to cover Dren as they enter the room. Seeing the burial chambers makes Nightsongs heart skip a beat and the whisper he was about to make sputters to nothingness. He sees Dren stop as well. There are several long se...

Nightsong watches as Dren moves quietly among the lingering darkness of the crypt. He sees him stop, looking over the floor and angling his head to look for some unseen mechanism that an elf of the great wood could only imagine. The craftsman way he goes about his business is incredibly interesting...

Nightsong, weary from being tense over a long period of time, finally lets himself relax every so slightly. He sees the forward group inching their way through the dungeon, checking each nook and taking care around the table and doors, and thinks to himself "this is more tedious than I would ha...

Nightsong tries to position himself to see around the others and through the door. He relaxes his grip on his bow and squints in the low light at the skulls on the table. He vaguely recalls tales of ornamental bones and strange witch doctors deep in the swamp some 2 days travel from his forest home...

Nightsong graciously accepts his share. He sees it more as a formality, the grist by which the mill of adventure is fed. Money for food and equipment is necessary to keep one strong and prepared. He looks to the others and scans the corridor as he quietly slides the coins in his beltpouch.

I chill runs through Nightsong as he slowly makes his way further from the surface. Keeping with the group he holds his bow in his hand, moving carefully so as not to kick any loose rubble or snag a boot on a heaving section of floor. He keeps close enough that he can sense the person in front of hi...

Nightsong gestures to Pyrrhic and approaches him as they gather themselves to move deeper. In a whisper: " So, this is it?.....I can feel the lifeless void sucking at me, do you feel it? What should I be on the lookout for, feels so close down here. " Feel free to RP whatever without worr...

This is awesome. Makes me want to play. hint hint.