Hoth: Blood and Ice

Remmington tries to cross his arms as he listens and winces as he feels shooting pain in his left arm.

"May I get some healing as well? I didn't notice that my arm is broken."


/ Made a mistake with the rolls against Fear earlier.

Ritual party. Reroll Fear 5 with correct dice. Cool/Presence. Drank the chalice. Destiny. Meal boost. 2eP+1eB+1eC+4eD =
1 failure, 2 threat


Dmg taken and also a Crit.
Fear Crit from Vailyn. 1d100+20 = 98
Crippled: broken left arm

Battered as she was, Moyr decided to rekindle the soiree. What's a bit of blood and broken limbs among partying Sith. She refilled drinks and called those who would remain around the table to perhaps discuss the discoveries in a more systematic way.

"Who would like to share their understanding of the overall situation we are in, now that we have seen Vaylin in action?" She inquired, rolling ice in her blood-tinted whiskey.

"It's simple isn't it?" She looked to be back to her angry self.

It really did seem simple to her, in the moment.

"The emperor is dead but not dead. And now his kids are coming to take revenge."

That was pretty much what it all boiled down to in Layne's current estimation.

"Not revenge. Conquest" Aphr clarified "at least from what I can tell. It is lead by two twin brothers, one of dark and one of light. This third sibling, the one who...introduced herself earlier, does not appear to be linked to them in terms of the invasion."

"And yet she seems to be the most connected to our pirate problem, doesn't she?" Moyr looked at Aphr.