{"id":28593,"date":"2025-12-16T06:22:53","date_gmt":"2025-12-16T11:22:53","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2025-12-16T06:22:53","modified_gmt":"2025-12-16T11:22:53","slug":"event-1215","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/2025\/12\/16\/event-1215\/","title":{"rendered":"Jakem&#8217;s Anti Legion Hunting Party!"},"content":{"rendered":"<style>\n    .edgt-post-text-inner p {\n        margin-bottom: 35px !important;\n    }\n    <\/style>\n<p><strong>Date:<\/strong> 2025-12-15 17:56<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008000\">               (<\/span>Jakem&#8217;s Anti Legion Hunting Party!<span style=\"color:#008000\">)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008080\">        [<\/span>Mon Dec 15 2025<span style=\"color:#008080\">]<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#393e41\">A<span style=\"color:#393f44\">t<span style=\"color:#394047\"> <span style=\"color:#39414a\">H<span style=\"color:#39424e\">a<span style=\"color:#384351\">w<span style=\"color:#384454\">t<span style=\"color:#374557\">h<span style=\"color:#36465a\">o<span style=\"color:#36475d\">r<span style=\"color:#354860\">n<span style=\"color:#344963\"> <span style=\"color:#334a66\">a<span style=\"color:#314b69\">n<span style=\"color:#304c6c\">d<span style=\"color:#2f4e70\"> <span style=\"color:#2d4f73\">S<span style=\"color:#2b5076\">y<span style=\"color:#295179\">c<span style=\"color:#26527c\">a<span style=\"color:#245380\">m<span style=\"color:#215483\">o<span style=\"color:#1d5586\">r<span style=\"color:#19578a\">e<\/span\/span\/span><\/p>\n<p>It is <span style=\"color:#808080\">night<\/span>, about <span style=\"color:#808080\">15<\/span>F(<span style=\"color:#808080\">-9<\/span>C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky.  The mist is heaviest <span style=\"color:#393e41\">A<span style=\"color:#393f45\">t<span style=\"color:#394048\"> <span style=\"color:#39414b\">H<span style=\"color:#38424e\">a<span style=\"color:#384351\">w<span style=\"color:#374454\">t<span style=\"color:#374558\">h<span style=\"color:#36465b\">o<span style=\"color:#35475e\">r<span style=\"color:#344961\">n<span style=\"color:#334a65\"> <span style=\"color:#324b68\">a<span style=\"color:#314c6b\">n<span style=\"color:#2f4d6e\">d<span style=\"color:#2d4e72\"> <span style=\"color:#2c4f75\">O<span style=\"color:#295179\">a<span style=\"color:#27527c\">k<span style=\"color:#24537f\">w<span style=\"color:#215483\">o<span style=\"color:#1d5586\">o<span style=\"color:#19578a\">d<\/span\/span\/span><br \/>\nThere is a waning crescent moon.  <\/p>\n<p>Buck looks at Mercy, &#8220;Do you need a ride to get your crossbow and back?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods to Buck &#8220;Shit, shoulda got a portable for you to watch while we do the slaying.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Buck chuckles as he looks around, &#8220;You&#8217;ve got plenty of folks here to do well.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Avalon hops off his horse, only to point a finger at Mercy and telling her &#8220;My ring&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Buck nods to Jakem, &#8220;Got a few other plans tonight, but I&#8217;ll keep it in mind.&#8221; he looks to Mercy, &#8220;You got an address?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy sags into the passenger seat with a huff. <\/p>\n<p>Avalon shakes his head a couple times before telling Mercy &#8220;Why the obsession with that store anyways?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">You folks are on your way right?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">If Matthew&#8217;s still changing clothes, just throw a parka over his naked ass.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">That&#8217;s quite a walk, where you at now? Stop 164.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem waves to Conrad, calling out &#8220;Ahoy, over here!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme looks to Conrad, &#8220;Are you woefully unprepared?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Conrad puts down his gps, &#8220;Woefully, most likely. I have a baseball bat though.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme snorts, &#8220;Yeah, if you need a vest, I can give you the one Jakem gave me.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme waves to Matthew <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, how deep in are we planning to go?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Avalon<\/span> asks with a tilt of his head &#8220;And who are we following? That person should be the one taking the hits&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Conrad says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I do not have any armor or protection, so that would be appreciated!<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> climbs out of his car, offering a wave to the group. &#8220;Yo,&#8221; the guy greets, &#8220;just so you all know, I&#8217;m mostly here to make us look good, cus&#8230;&#8221; he&#8217;s shaking his head, &#8220;all I got is this knife and a piss poor aim.&#8221; A pause and then he glances towards Conrad, &#8220;Yo, you the new Rothwell in town?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme hands over the vest to Conrad &#8220;Esme, good to meet ya.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Thanks&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Conrad<\/span> says as he puts on the vest. &#8220;I&#8217;ll need need an introduction at some point. And yes, I&#8217;m the new Rothwell in town. Hey, Esme.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods to Conrad &#8220;Good to meet you, name&#8217;s Jakem. Usually. You&#8217;ll be following me.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> flashes a smile, &#8220;Great, good to meet you, I&#8217;m Matthew Montrose.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Yup, we&#8217;re waiting for Mercy cause she wanted to smell good for this.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Avalon checks his phone for a moment before telling &#8220;The center is at Foxglove and Oakwood, so likely the first signs of wreathed mist&#8230; Shouldn&#8217;t be too bad&#8221; He tells after Jakem, commenting &#8220;You are taking the hits then&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Yup, 164.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> then upnods Avalon, &#8220;Yo, glad you&#8217;re here to keep this boat straight.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme nods, mental notes of remembering made! <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">What&#8217;s with everyone walking today? Mechanics on strike or something?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Maybe all their cars are snowed in<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Stubborn or poor?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Already managed to duck four points from the Legion in any case, this whole trip shouldn&#8217;t need to be too popular to offset them&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Avalon<\/span> comments with a shrug of his shoulders, checking the weather report once more before adding &#8220;I probably don&#8217;t even need to get naked&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Matthew says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Take an Uber. <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Doesn&#8217;t she date the city&#8217;s only Uber?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Buck waves, &#8220;Well, you all have fun with it. I&#8217;ve got some folks to catch up with.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> glances over at Mercy when she arrives, &#8220;Yo, your number one duty is keeping me safe, Peacekeeper.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">See ya, Buck<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I&#8217;ve got some complaints about his service right now. I think my pizza&#8217;s free.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">You&#8217;re bringing us pizza right?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Buck shoots Esme with finger guns, &#8220;You betcha. Oh, Pizza?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Don&#8217;t worry, it&#8217;s free. Because you&#8217;re late.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem waves to Kaelyn &#8220;A&#8217;right, follow me. We need to get into Elysia soon as we can.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kaelyn snorts, shaking her head. <\/p>\n<p>Kaelyn peeks in the bag doing a quick count before looking between Buck and Mercy, &#8220;Thank you, both.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;All in a good day&#8217;s work.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Buck<\/span> says with a grin and a tip of his hat. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem turns and starts into the mist &#8220;A&#8217;right, we&#8217;re only going a little ways in. Oh, and if anyone starts cutting things up, it&#8217;ll attract monsters unless it&#8217;s me.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Avalon shrugs &#8220;Well, so long as you&#8217;re not doing the same&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Rudolph..? <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>When Mercy explains she&#8217;s injured <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> doesn&#8217;t seem to cock that as an issue, instead he pulls out a sandwich, &#8220;YOu want some sandwich, I guess I can offer you some food in exchange&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh, the mists moved again huh?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Matthew says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Yeah, moved south. <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Avalon says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Well, west since we last checked<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> charges after the little msuhroom man and begins tossing out his knife in its direction. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem starts to whistle a tune &#8220;Who let the pigs out, uh.. uh.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Jakem<\/span> OOCly suggests everyone &#8216;butcher assist avalon&#8217; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;For the most part, I&#8217;m just watching the rest of you murder things.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Conrad<\/span> says with a laugh. <\/p>\n<p>Avalon says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Manticore <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> has an endless supply of knives, it would seem, pulling them from his belt to throw at the Manticore. <\/p>\n<p>Avalon says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">These things shouldn&#8217;t be too worrysome, they&#8217;ll die before they get to use with so much firepower<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh see, that one almost got here.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Conrad laughs. <\/p>\n<p>Avalon doesn&#8217;t know if we want to butcher or not <\/p>\n<p>Kaelyn says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Are we planning on moving much?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem bellows at pumpkin horror &#8220;You are out of season by two months.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Matthew thinks Avalon should butcher <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Looks like the kobold&#8217;s confused.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Avalon says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I can go get it before we have to chase it further<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> nods at Jakem, &#8220;Thanks.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Can probably leave the last one to Avalon.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;So&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Conrad<\/span> ponders aloud, &#8220;Do they often fight each other in here?&#8221; Of course, he still has his bat in hand, ready just in case. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem hmms to Conrad &#8220;Not sure what they do when we&#8217;re not around.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">We&#8217;ll go a little deeper in. Everyone follow me.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Conrad says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">jakem I don&#8217;t know just yet. And I don&#8217;t really think I&#8217;m earning it. After this, I&#8217;ll probably get a ranged weapon most likely.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Feel free to help me out here?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> moves on in to help, the way he help isn&#8217;t to actually get his hands dirty, he more like points and recommends places where those more experienced than him should make cuts (usually incorrectly). &#8220;Good work, team!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods, looking over the strings &#8220;Oh man, these are terrible craftsmanship. Who taught the faeries in the Other how to make dolls?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem fires off into the mists as he criticizes the doll&#8217;s unknown creator. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, a willow, careful with these, they tend to be more resistant and all&#8230; And hit hard if they get you&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Avalon<\/span> says with a little yawn, before adding &#8220;But uh, I guess we have a wolf&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kaelyn(wolf) shakes herself, a wet snort coming from the wolf as she pads around the group. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I am trying to determine what&#8217;s durable enough not to be killed by fists&#8230; Do you think one of those willows would resist?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Avalon<\/span> asks with a tilt of his head, though not looking at anyone in particular <\/p>\n<p>Kaelyn huffs softly to herself. <\/p>\n<p>Conrad says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Well, that was close!<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Anyone else hungry&#8230; thirsty?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> asks as he pulls out a huge sub and munches right on into it. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh, we can get some jewelry when we&#8217;re done out here.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem moves to the southern building and starts window shopping as the beasts approach. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> proceeds to attack the creatures encroaching on their position casually, between bits of his sandwich and the occasional flick of his wrist that sends a knife sailing towards the weeping willow. <\/p>\n<p>Esme is seemingly just locked in on shooting shit. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You taking notes?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Matthew<\/span> asks Conrad, like he might be some kind of expert on this process. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem looks westwards &#8220;Lots of angry plants in this borough. Huh, good to know.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh shit, the mist moved again. Guess we&#8217;re leaving the jewelry shop.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says, calling eastwards, &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Over here.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Let&#8217;s get one more, and then head back.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Let Conrad have a swing at it!<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Hit the one with golden eyes!<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says, calling out, &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Wrong animal! The dog.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">The wolves are on our side.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">There yah go.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Conrad says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I was fighting a hound!<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Kaelyn(wolf) makes a grumbling sound as she twists about from friend and foe. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">A&#8217;right, let&#8217;s get out of here.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Conrad ahems, &#8220;Sorry about that.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kaelyn(wolf) chases after Conrad nipping at the coat and not the person. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Woo, looks like the mists went quite a ways.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem glances back at Conrad &#8220;Oh, your coat has some battle damage looks like.&#8221; he comments of the mysterious bite marks that apepared there. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem gestures to the willow, looking to Esme &#8220;Will you do us the honor?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme moves in with a nod, &#8220;Sure thing.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kaelyn tosses on the clothes she had been wearing before this adventure. Watching as her bag traveled about. A problem for later. <\/p>\n<p>Conrad says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I guess I&#8217;ll just need to buy a new coat.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Kaelyn says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">It gives it character. Make you look tougher.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods to Conrad &#8220;Show off the damage, people will be impressed with your public spirit.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">And you can make up a new story about how it happened every time<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Conrad arches a brow at all of this, then looks down at the tattered outerwear, &#8220;Still, it&#8217;s my own actual coat. I&#8217;ll need a good one for special occasions.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kaelyn nods along, &#8220;Exactly.&#8221; Her gaze flicks to Conrad and the bag he had been passed along. &#8220;But, uh, would I be able to get that bag back?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme looks between Mercy and Kaelyn a moment and then grins to Kaelyn, &#8220;Guess not.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme yanks the final bit of bark free and hands it over. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem slaps his hands together to brush them off as he steps back from the corpse. &#8220;Well folks, thanks everyone for coming to our get out the mist campaign. I think we&#8217;ll call this a resounding success.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Kaelyn chuckles shaking her head, &#8220;My fault for tossing it in the first place.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Hope it made a difference.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Conrad ahems again, &#8220;I&#8217;m afraid I didn&#8217;t get either of your names&#8230;.&#8221; He does look just a touch sheepish. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">It&#8217;s a real disability, and one we should have empathy and respect for.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Kaelyn sticks out a hand as if she wasn&#8217;t the cause for the wardrobe issues, &#8220;Kaelyn.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme laughs, stowing her bow away in her duffel bag that certainly shouldn&#8217;t fit one. <\/p>\n<p>Conrad says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">None of you will ever forget this, huh?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Kaelyn says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">It happens more times than you would think.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Conrad lifts a finger, &#8220;Hey, Kaelyn.&#8221; <br \/><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Date: 2025-12-15 17:56 (Jakem&#8217;s Anti Legion Hunting Party!) 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