Dancing a Grateful Jig

[jmecha]

After returning from the Bitch Queen's Cache, Korsan Blackmane set out for a secret glade north of the city of Splendors where he drank Evermead and created small camp fires to represent the different points of a nova star with asymmetrical rays. Once well into his bottle and beneath the night stars he began dancing and singing his praises to The Trickster, the Chameleon, the Green Changeling, the Evershifting Shapechanger, the Fey Jester, the Jack of the Seelie Court, his patron Erevan Illesere.

Korsan Blackmane would give thanks to Erevan for the example that has been set for him, for the truth that one with wit, skill, and courage can accomplish more then the many. Korsan Blackmane would thank Erevan for providing the example that allowed himself to be the hero that could see his friend Aiden Ketter's death not be in vain. He would thank him for teaching him the self reliance needed to see Aryyn Temple's bones recovered so that no more need throw their lives away questing for a corpse.

Korsan drank himself silly and dance himself exhausted before slumping down with his back against a tree and a grin upon his face before drifting into a celebratory reverie with he light of camp fires twinkling in his eyes. It had been a lonely bit of private revelry and a bit of an unorthodox Midnight Gambol, but the offerings were accepted and Korsan Blackmane was grateful to be alive to send them.



Eventually making his way back to the city the following day, Korsan Blackmane would work to find a series of delivery services and porters he may hire to see Aryyn Temple's Remains anonymously delivered to his cousin Keryn so she may know some peace.

[ImStrokerAce]

Ahem... Hahahahahahahahahaha!

[Peter_Abelard]

So hold on, you’re saying ooc that the quest for Arryn’s remains, which have eluded everyone so far and resulted in multiple deaths, you succeeded in solo, to save any future attempts from disaster? o...m...g.

[ayergo]