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<10122> from <Lisl>
<notices the late patrons gathering outside the door and goes around back to unlock it>
<10123> from <Lisl>
The Hall is open, I guess!
<10124> from <Alexis>
::Alexis enters warily.::
<10125> from <Lisl>
<shrugs and sits down behind the bar> Hello, Alexis, Tal. How have you been? Haven't seen you in a while.
<10126> from <Tlalnim>
<enters, obviously upbeat>
<10127> from <Tlalnim>
"I've just been out having fun..."
<10128> from <Alexis>
I feel a bad presence here, like the aftershock of death.
<10129> from <Tlalnim>
<looks curiously at Alexis>
<10130> from <Alexis>
Someone, or something *died* here recently.
<10131> from <Lisl>
<raises eyebrows> Oh? <grins impishly at Tal>
<frowns at Alexis> What do you mean? There was a... umm... disturbance last week, but we cleaned it up... <glances slightly nervously at the hearth>
<10132> from <Lisl>
Anything I can get you boys?
<10133> from <Tlalnim>
"Just some--no, think I'll keep experimenting here... try that tap..."
<points to tap in the middle of the many>
<10134> from <Alexis>
Its power is still apparent. It's probably nothing. I felt the occurrence far upriver. The Magic was *strong*.
<10136> from <Tlalnim>
"But it *is* gone now, you're saying...."
<10137> from <Alexis>
<shrug> Anyway, what's to drink?
<10138> from <Lisl>
<shrugs, grabs a stone mug, and pulls on the orange tap indicated, frowning slightly at the thick brownish-orange stuff that comes out> Here you go. Your funeral. <grins>
<10139> from <Alexis>
::Ponders for a moment.:: As near as *I* can tell...
<10140> from <Tlalnim>
"Hmmm...."
<takes mug, sniffs, then takes a small sip>
<10141> from <Lisl>
<dire voice> It's gone all right. VERY gone.
<10142> from <Tlalnim>
"Mmmmm... interesting...."
<10143> from <Alexis>
*Good* I don't feel like battling with the magic of a necromancer tonight.
<10144> from <Tlalnim>
"Any clue just what it was or why it was here?"
<10145> from <Lisl>
And I'm not surprised that you felt it all the way upriver, Alexis. It nearly paralyzed half the Hall Patrons, including the HM.
<shakes head> No, they're still working on that one. Probably the assassin's guild, but we're not entirely sure why.
<10146> from <Alexis>
I think I will have a mug of the house brew, Lisl.
<to TL> No...
<10147> from <Lisl>
Something about Sealgair's wife, I remember...
<10148> from <Alexis>
Hmmm...
<10149> from <Lisl>
Certainly, Alexis. Iworo! Good to see you, shavepate. (:
<10150> from <Iworo>
:: Iworo walks down the stairs and across the room, sitting in one of the chairs by the hearth. He's decked out in his full battle gear, all black leather and engraved silver plates.::
<10151> from <Lisl>
<turns to the familiar gold-handled tap and pours out a good measure of meade>
<10152> from <Tlalnim>
"Good evening..."
<10153> from <Alexis>
Ah, Iworo, my friend, how have you fared of late?
<10154> from <Iworo>
::grunts::
"Aye..."
<10155> from <Lisl>
<eyes Iworo> What's the occasion?
<10156> from <Iworo>
"I'm... It's been a bad couple of days, recently..."
<10157> from <Alexis>
There was quite a row here, recently. Seems some of the patrons have been fighting the magic of a necromancer.
<10158> from <Alexis>
Oh... how's that?
<10159> from <Tlalnim>
"Oh?"
<10160> from <Lisl>
Oh? Trouble? <looks worried, eyes flick mechanically to the hearth before she stares down at the bar>
<10161> from <Iworo>
"I know. Marik told me about it."
::knuckles his forehead::
"Family business..."
<10162> from <Lisl>
<raises an eyebrow> He would...
<10163> from <Alexis>
Hmmm... that can be serious. <Glances at the floor a moment. Pondering an old memory.>
<10164> from <Tlalnim>
<looks puzzled at hearing "family business" [after all, he's never known his family]>
<10165> from <Lisl>
Was it necromancy? All I knew from being here was that it was VERY powerful magic....
<10166> from <Iworo>
"Aye, it is serious...."
<10167> from <Alexis>
I know of few other magicks that powerful.
<10168> from <Iworo>
::stands::
"My back teeth are floating... I'll be back soon..."
<10169> from <Alexis>
Of course, I'm no mage.
<10170> from <Lisl>
<rubs her arm reflexively> If you need any help, Iworo...
<10171> from <Alexis>
::Sips meade thoughtfully::
<10172> from <Tlalnim>
"Hmmmmm..."
<10173> from <Lisl>
<emerges from the back room and leans against the bar, staring at the wall of taps> Let's see...
How's your drink, Tal?
<10174> from <Lhynnae>
::walks in from the back room::
<10175> from <Alexis>
<Sighs> Tlalnim, have you ever been in love? And I don't mean lovers, I mean the strong, true eternal kind.
<10176> from <Lisl>
[Hi, KT! Get my mail?] Hello, Lhynn! <smiles shyly> Anything I can get you?
<10177> from <Tlalnim>
"Good."
"No, can't say I have."
"Good evening."
<10178> from <Iworo>
::walks back in and drops into his chair::
<10179> from <Alexis>
"You are fortunate." ::Turns inward. Staring into his meade::
<10180> from <Lhynnae>
::sits down::
A mug of Sembian brandy, please... and I don't mean a snifter, either, I mean a whole damn mug.
<10181> from <Tlalnim>
"Oh?"
<10182> from <Tlalnim>
<Looks concernedly at Lhynnae>
<10183> from <Alexis>
["Oh" to what?]
<10184> from <Iworo>
"I'm going to kill my cousin..."
::glowers evilly at nothing::
<10185> from <Lhynnae>
[yes, I got your mail... actually, I haven't found your comics...]
<10186> from <Lisl>
<looks doubtful, but nods and reaches for a tankard, filling it with brandy>
Don't go overboard, now, or I'm sure I'll answer to your father...
<10187> from <Alexis>
::Looks up:: Your cousin? Why?
<10188> from <Lhynnae>
::makes a 'humph' noise in the back of her throat and takes a long swallow from the mug::
<10189> from <Tlalnim>
[To when you said "you are fortunate...]
<to Iworo> "How come?"
<10190> from <Alexis>
[:)]
<10191> from <Iworo>
"For baselessly accusing myself, my brother, and my entire maternal family of things we are not guilty of... For being a spineless, pompous coward..."
<10192> from <Tlalnim>
"Whoa... What did he accuse you of?"
<10193> from <Iworo>
"Nothing that would make much sense to mucharn."
<10194> from <Lisl>
[uh-oh!] Hmmm... <reaches across for a tapered glass beaker and wanders over to the beer section> I'm in the mood for hops... <pours out a thick, dark brew and sips> Ahh....
<10195> from <Lisl>
Hello, Phil! What can I get you?
<10196> from <Lhynnae>
::takes another large swallow of her brandy::
<10197> from <Philister>
:: Walks in the door, clothes tattered, dried blood matting his visible hair, he has his weapons, both peace-knotted, but rather loosely so::
<10198> from <Lhynnae>
::raises an eyebrow at Phil::
Find an alley cat that was more than a match for you?
<10199> from <Lisl>
<leaps lightly across the bar with a rag in hand, dabbing at his head and ushering him to a chair> What happened to you?
<10200> from <Iworo>
::grunts::
<10201> from <Alexis>
Phil, you look as if you've been battling Daemons!! What happened?
<10202> from <Tlalnim>
<again looks concernedly at Lhynn> "Are you all right?"
<looks up when Phil enters> "What happened?"
<10203> from <Philister>
I decided to take on a little more than I could chew...
<10204> from <Iworo>
::fingers one of the sigla on his left arm, just below the shoulder, eliciting a soft, silvery glow::
<10205> from <Alexis>
Apparently so... the question is, "Who did you bite?"
<10206> from <Tlalnim>
<looking back and forth, trying to keep up with everything...>
<10207> from <Lisl>
[is EVERYONE down in the dumps tonight???]
<raises an eyebrow> Obviously...! <struck by a thought> This doesn't have anything to do with ... <trails off and nods to the mantel>
<10208> from <Lhynnae>
Very big cat. ::smiles:::
::drains the mug, burps loudly, covers her mouth::
Another, please Lisl?
<10209> from <Philister>
:: Winces slightly at Lisl's care::
::To Lisl:: Yes.
<10210> from <Lisl>
<frowns at him> You should be more careful. I don't need to lose what friends I have.
<10211> from <Philister>
:: Smiles briefly :: I'm not quite out of this world... not by a long shot...
<10212> from <Iworo>
::traces several sigla, apparently choosing them very carefully, in rapid succession::
<10214> from <Lhynnae>
<leaves off Phil and goes back around the bar to take Lhynn's mug, looking concernedly over her shoulder at Lhynn> <fills it and places it in front of Lhynn>
<10215> from <Alexis>
From the looks of things, I'm surprised you're so sure of that.
<10216> from <Iworo>
::The metal of his arm seems to melt and evaporate, revealing a normal, grey skinned arm underneath::
"So... Marik was right."
<10217> from <Tlalnim>
<looks astonishedly at what is happening to Iworo>
<10218> from <Lisl>
<looks over at I in alarm> Iworo, what's--oh! What happened to... to...
<10219> from <Lisl>
<trails off in confusion>
<10220> from <Iworo>
"It's still with me... It's just not--formed? It's like my tentacle now. I can pull the whole thing inside and..."
::concentrates very hard for a few brief moments::
"Do this..."
<10221> from <Alexis>
::Looks on with mild interest at Iworo::
<10222> from <Iworo>
:: his tentacle sprouts from under his wrist and drops out, hitting the floor with a thud::
<10223> from <Lisl>
How-- it's still there?
<10224> from <Lhynnae>
::blinks and drains off about half the brandy::
Interesting trick, Warro.
<10225> from <Alexis>
Yes, how much did you drink to figure that one out?
<10226> from <Iworo>
"Aye... And without it being used for the arm..."
::concentrates again, his brow starting to sweat::
"I can do this..."
::a second tentacle drops from under his right wrist::
<10227> from <Lisl>
Lhynnae-- <moves over and drops her voice> What's wrong? I've never seen you like this.
<10228> from <Lhynnae>
I'm just rather angry.
<10229> from <Alexis>
[at...]
<10230> from <Iworo>
::retracts both tentacles, with a great deal of concentration::
"It's rather new to me... I didn't even believe Marik when he told me... Apparently, it's a result of my Ka--mixed blood."
<10231> from <Iworo>
Not to mention my grandfather's meddlings."
<10232> from <Lisl>
<still quietly> You're angry? That's what you need this for? <gestures to the mug>
<10234> from <Alexis>
[Like being too drunk to care really solves things]
<10235> from <Lhynnae>
Well, it's difficult to concentrate enough to do psionics if you are drunk... I don't want to burn the entire city of Marsember to the ground, you know...
<10236> from <Iworo>
::drops back into his chair, rather heavily::
<10237> from <Alexis>
::Nods::
<10238> from <Lisl>
<looks up> Your grandfather, Iworo?
<10239> from <Iworo>
"Aye, my grandfather."
<10240> from <Lhynnae>
And it's VERY easy, deadly easy to use psionics if you are angry..
<10241> from <Alexis>
::Drains the stone cup, and sends it walking back to the kitchen with a mental gesture::
<10242> from <Tlalnim>
"What did your grandfather do?"
<to Iworo, as he looks back and forth from Iworo to Lhynn>
<10243> from <Philister>
:: Moves to a far corner of the Hall and starts gingerly rewrapping his bandages ::
<10244> from <Alexis>
::Looks pointedly at Iworo, awaiting the answer to Tl's question::
<10245> from <Philister>
:: Looks dully at Alexis ::
<10246> from <Iworo>
"He... I'm not sure... He was..."
::pauses a moment, his face darkening::
"I haven't met with him yet. I don't know."
<10247> from <Alexis>
A precognition then, Iworo?
<10248> from <Tlalnim>
"Hmmmmmm..." <looks puzzled>
<10249> from <Iworo>
"No... Hints and scraps from Marik and family. I've not heard any explanation from the man himself."
<10250> from <Lhynnae>
::shakes her head oddly and takes another sip of brandy::
<10251> from <Lisl>
<turns to the bar and dumps her beer in the sink, exchanging the glass for a stone mug and filling it with dwarven spirits> Hoo-boy. <leans against the bar and takes a long drink>
<10252> from <Alexis>
Family can be a lot of trouble. I still manage to love mine in spite of that.
<10253> from <Iworo>
"I'm very close to some of my family. Others, I'd rather see strangled."
<10254> from <Tlalnim>
<looks wistful at the mention of family>
<10255> from <Alexis>
It sort of helps to be so far away from them, though, I suppose.
<10256> from <Alexis>
<10257> from <Iworo>
[blank thoughts?]
<10258> from <Lhynnae>
::sighs and hops down from her bar stool::
This isn't working... I need to calm down... ::her hands are shaking violently::
<10259> from <Lisl>
[empty thoughts, Alex (:]
<10260> from <Lhynnae>
::her eyes wander across the room, falling on the wounded Philister...::
<10261> from <Lisl>
Lhynn, wait... don't do anything rash...
<10262> from <Alexis>
[Accidental pressing of the wrong key.]
<10263> from <Tlalnim>
[Great minds... and yours...]
<to Lhynn> What's wrong?
<10264> from <Iworo>
::stands and walks over to Lhynn, placing a hand on each shoulder::
<10265> from <Philister>
Don't do anything rash to ME!!
<10266> from <Lhynnae>
::goes over to Phil and kneels down beside him::
<10267> from <Lhynnae>
How badly hurt are you, my friend?
<10268> from <Iworo>
::stands, looking after Lhynn::
<10269> from <Philister>
I'm okay... it's a few scratches...
<10270> from <Alexis>
What is it?
<10271> from <Alexis>
Lhynn?
<10272> from <Iworo>
::whispered under his breath::
"...Marik, what a tangled web you weave..."
<10273> from <Lisl>
<shakes her head and wipes down the bar mechanically, sipping from her mug>
<10274> from <Lhynnae>
I would like to heal you... I need to drain off some energy, and it might as well be something constructive...
<10275> from <Iworo>
::sits back in his chair, brooding::
<10276> from <Philister>
Well... if it isn't any trouble...
<10277> from <Alexis>
::<To Iworo> "Who the he!! is Marik?"::
<10278> from <Lisl>
<smiles in relief> Marik? <looks up in surprise> He's SG's father, he runs this place now.
<10279> from <Alexis>
[Dat's a thought message floks.]
<10280> from <Lhynnae>
::places her hands on Philister's face::
::the power that begins radiating from her is immense, so bright that the Hall is flooded with light... Lhynnae and Phil are lost in the brightness::
<10281> from <Iworo>
"I'd not be so brash about using his name... Marik Khathim."
<10282> from <Lisl>
You really HAVEN'T been here in a while, have you...
<10283> from <Lisl>
[what is, Alex?]
<10284> from <Lhynnae>
::the light grows brighter and brighter, almost to the radiance of the sun::
<10285> from <Alexis>
[The remark about Khathim, you nosy Telepaths. I know, it takes one to know one.]
<10287> from <Lisl>
<squints and holds up a hand to shield her eyes> Lhynn... not so much, please...
<10288> from <Lisl>
[oh, sorry... you should have msged it, then... I took it as spoken]
<10289> from <Tlalnim>
<shields eyes too>
"Whew..."
[Let's see here, which pocket are the sunglasses in?]
<10290> from <Lhynnae>
::from within the light, you can hear Lhynn screaming angrily, cries of rage... the light grows a quickflash brighter, than fades::
<10291> from <Alexis>
I have been very busy working my new trade.
<10292> from <Lhynnae>
::as the light fades, Lhynn falls to the floor in exhaustion.::
<10293> from <Alexis>
::Helps Lhynn to a chair::
<10294> from <Lisl>
<vaults over the bar and cradles Lhynn in her arms, hugging her like a child>
<10295> from <Lisl>
It's okay....
<10296> from <Alexis>
[in a chair?]
<10297> from <Lhynnae>
[are you sure you weren't a gymnast in a past life, Lisl?]
<10298> from <Lhynnae>
[you do an awful lot of vaulting]
<10299> from <Iworo>
[or a horse]
<10300> from <Lisl>
[no, in a current life (:]
<10301> from <Tlalnim>
[LOL]
<10304> from <Lisl>
[:P Iw]
<10303> from <Philister>
:: He's shielding his eyes... and looks different... his formerly grey hair has a tinge of a fairer shade to it, as does his beard. Some of the lines around his face have either lessened or vanished. He opens his eyes in wonderment. Moves to Lhynnae :: Lhynnae... are you all right...
<10304> from <Lhynnae>
::opens her eyes::
ooops.
<10305> from <Alexis>
:: <To Lhynnae> "What is wrong tonight, Lhynn?":: [That's a telepathic message floks.]
<10306> from <Tlalnim>
<looks, brow furrowed at Phil>
<10307> from <Iworo>
[Then use alerts]
<10308> from <Philister>
[All us floks are glad to know that, Alexis...]
<10309> from <Lisl>
[again, this "floks" thing... I resent being called a sheep!]
<10310> from <Iworo>
::stands::
"I have business to attend to... G'atha guide your way."
<10311> from <Lhynnae>
::touches Phil weakly on the shoulder::
I didn't know I could do that...
<10312> from <Iworo>
::walks out the front door::
<10313> from Tlalnim>
"Farewell, then...."
<10314> from <Lisl>
<nods to Iworo> Be careful, Iworo. The Hall has seen many troubles of late. I'd rather not see you added to them.
<10315> from <Philister>
[lisl... I was joking with it... sheesh...]
:: Still looking self over... To Lhynnae ::
I'm fine... better than I've felt in a long time...
<10316> from <Alexis>
[Alerts are for private telepathic messages. General thought broadcasts are diff.]
<10317> from <Lisl>
<smiles at Lhynn> I'd bet you never tried this when you were that mad before.
<10318> from <Alexis>
:: "Oh my..." Redresses the blow with soothing thoughts directed at Lhynn.::
<10319> from <Lisl>
[yes, but most telepathy is private... *K* can't hear it!]
<10320> from <Lhynnae>
[soothing thoughts hit a shield of pure hatred and anger]
<10321> from <Lisl>
[make that *I* not *K*]
<10322> from <Alexis>
::Mentally hovers about the shield inspecting it carefully::
<10323> from <Lhynnae>
::gives Phil a stern glare::
You were worse hurt than you let on...
<10324> from <Philister>
:: To Lhynnae ::
But are you all right? You haven't drained yourself, have you?
<10325> from <Philister>
Well....
<10326> from <Tlalnim>
<looking confused>
<10327> from <Lisl>
<gets up to go refill her mug, speaks over her shoulder> Aye, and he was more stupid than he let on, too... Phil, you shouldn't have tried to take on the guild by yourself.
<10328> from <Lhynnae>
No, not yet... I could probably reduce you to a child before I collapsed.... ::laughs slightly::
<10329> from <Tlalnim>
"The whole guild? Alone? Why?"
<10330> from <Philister>
It's a personal matter.
<10331> from <Alexis>
::Sends more thoughts at the shield proddingly. <Very curious>::
<10332> from <Tlalnim>
"Oh... I thought it was about what happened last week..."
<10333> from <Lisl>
<wry grimace> It has to do with what happened here last week. Or did that just dig into old wounds, Phil? <curious look>
<10334> from <Philister>
Old wounds is the best answer... old wounds and old enemies that I thought I'd left behind me...
<10335> from <Tlalnim>
"Ah...."
<10338> from <Lisl>
Oh? Do tell...
<10340> from <Lhynnae>
::yawns mightily::
<10341> from <Tlalnim>
<yawwwwnn>
<10342> from <Philister>
A long time ago, I traveled with a group of adventurers, among whom was the one who is now the god Cyric.
::looks away::
We didn't get along too well....
<10343> from <Lisl>
<raises an eyebrow at Lhynn> Bedtime? I was going to keep the Hall open a few minutes more.
<10344> from <Lisl>
<both eyebrows shoot up and her eyes go yellow> You TRAVELLED with Cyric?
<10345> from <Lhynnae>
::yawns contentedly and snuggles into the chair, absently taking Phil's hand and patting it slowly::
<10346> from <Philister>
Yes. During the Time of Troubles... when the gods were cast down to walk among mortals.
<10347> from <Alexis>
::Turns from Lhynn's brain <interested in the outside discussion::
<10348> from <Lisl>
<frowns deeply, eyes wandering to the weapons over the hearth as she listens>
<10349> from <Lhynnae>
::rather slowly begins to fall asleep::
<10350> from <Lisl>
[Lhynn, Kais just got fruz out]
<10351> from <Lhynnae>
[bye guys... just let Lhynn sleep in the chair, kay?]
<10352> from <Lhynnae>
[fun!]
<10353> from <Philister>
We did not agree on anything that I can recall... He wanted to finish our quest to become a god... the rest of us just wanted to live in a sane world again...
:: Looks at Lhynn., speaks more softly to not wake her :: It is not something I often think of...
<10354> from <Alexis>
[No prob.] ::Facilitates Lhynn's sleep. She goes into a deep, restful one.::
<10355> from <Alexis>
[Just don't start snoring. 'Kay.]
<10356> from <Tlalnim>
[LOL]
<10357> from <Lisl>
<warning look at everyone with yellow eyes; something tells you you don't want to cross her> She sleeps, all right? Don't wake her.
<10358> from <Philister>
When I saw the talisman that the dagger/man was wearing I realized I'd forgotten about my past too long... And I couldn't let it go untouched...
<10359> from <Alexis>
And how fares your past *now*...?
<10360> from <Lisl>
Talisman? <frowns in memory> OH. But getting yourself killed isn't anyway to fix things, Phil. Remember, you have allies now. <pointed look as eyes fade back to blue-grey>
<10361> from <Alexis>
::Nods at Lisl's comment::
<10362> from <Tlalnim>
<Nodding, agreeing w/ Lisl and Alexis>
<10363> from <Philister>
So I went out hunting... the guild itself wasn't too hard to find in itself... but the members were a different tale... Eventually I met up with a higher priest of Cyric... I wasn't thinking rationally, Lisl, and I doubt all here can be as... *unnoticeable* as I can... anyway, the priest escaped and left me sorely injured. I do not know where he is, or who he is... So, please, be careful, all of you... I do not want any of you attacked in my battle..
<10364> from <Lisl>
<grins broadly and glances over the hearth again> Powerful allies... <mind seems to wander off as she smiles>
<10365> from <Tlalnim>
"Maybe not quite as unnoticeable... but we wouldn't necessarily stick out like a sore thumb..."
<10367> from <Alexis>
[Well, some of us are. I'm just a lowly pirate telepath, or so some people seem to think.]
<10368> from <Tlalnim>
"And it seems to me that the way we are most safe is together..."
<10369> from <Lisl>
<grins fiercely at Phil> Oh, I don't know that I'd mind...
<10370> from <Philister>
:: Quietly:: I would.
<10371> from <Alexis>
Would you like to find this wizard, this priest, again? Perhaps to finish him/her off?
<10372> from <Lisl>
<stern look> You know I'm not going to do anything so foolish, but I have a stake in Cyric's men now, too... <mumbles something under her breath>
<10373> from <Philister>
And this priest has vanished from what I can tell... maybe back to Zhentil Keep... I don't know... There have been too many innocents that have died in my stead already... I know none of you are easy targets... but I'd prefer it if you didn't get too close to this... It could be more dangerous than I think...
<10374> from <Tlalnim>
"But we don't want you to die if our helping may prevent it..."
<10375> from <Alexis>
I don't doubt you. However, there's no reason for you to live the rest of your life in fear.
<10376> from <Philister>
I won't die... I can take care of myself... most of the time..
And I'm not going to live in fear... I just have to be a little more careful for a while.
<10377> from <Alexis>
How likely is it that this priest might come for you again?
<10378> from <Philister>
:: Shrugs :: I don't know... It probably all depends on what his superiors say... and what Cyric wills...
<10379> from <Alexis>
That's *not* good. Considering your relationship with Cyric, I'd say odds are for you meeting with trouble again.
<10380> from <Tlalnim>
<nods in grave agreement with Alexis>
<10381> from <Alexis>
And possibly *much* sooner than you would be ready for it.
<10382> from <Philister>
True... but I've dealt with him and his followers a blow here in Marsember... How serious I don't know, but I *am* ready... right now.
<10383> from <Lisl>
<evil grin> We could always bring the battle to them.
<10384> from <Alexis>
Brave words from a lone man.
<To Lisl> That's a possibility more likely than you may even know.
<10385> from <Lisl>
<broad smile> Erdian! Good to see you again... I heard that you were a frequent Patron, but I've seen little to support that. What can I get you?
<10386> from <Philister>
:: smile :: I think the battle has been brought to them already, and they're on the defensive.. better to let them come out of their rat's hole than crawl in to find them.
<10387> from <Alexis>
[That was a quick shift of gears Lisl.]
<10388> from <Erdian>
:: Erdian enters, wearing his gold-trimmed, white desert robes, a white keffiyeh on his head, held in place by a gold agal. His red beard is more noticeably grey-streaked than in the past, his face lined. His robes are flapping about him as if he were in a gentle breeze ::
Hello all!
<10389> from <Lisl>
<yellow-eyed glance at Alexis> I don't think so, my friend.
<10390> from <Erdian>
I think a nice glass of light wine would serve me well.
:: he smiles at Lisl::
If I were not travelling so much, I would be here more.
<10391> from <Alexis>
You're probably right, Phil. Although it might not be a bad idea to have some notion of when they might be coming for you.
<10392> from <Philister>
No one could say... it could be in an hour, in a day, in a month... Cyric is a *god now... time is irrelevant to him.
<10393> from <Lisl>
Certainly. <smiles at him and gives him a wide-eyed blue-grey eyed look> Red or white?
<10394> from <Erdian>
:: Erdian cocks his head ::
That's funny. I thought Zagyg was the only unpredictable god out there.
<10395> from <Alexis>
Yes, exactly. That's why a watchman at the entrance to the hole is the least you can do to protect yourself.
<10396> from <Lisl>
<hides a smile> <mutters:> Battle tactics...
<10397> from <Alexis>
In a way. No more of a protection than the watchmen at the city gates.
<10398> from <Philister>
Well... *I* for one am not willing to let this paranoia of an attack rule my actions... :: realizes he hasn't had anything to drink all night :: Lisl? Could you pour me some meade, please.
<10399> from <Erdian>
:: winks at Lisl::
How about something in florescent orange?
<10400> from <Erdian>
:: smiles ::
<10401> from <Lisl>
<shrugs, turns to the tap wall, and pours from an orange tap> Here you go. <fluorescent orange wine, what do you expect from SG's :)> Sure, Phil. <pours him a measure of meade and sets it in front of him.>
<10402> from <Alexis>
That's *not* what I meant, Phil. If you could give me some idea of what this priest's mind was like, I could track him over eons and starspace.
<10403> from <Erdian>
:: Erdian grins at the color, and takes a sip ::
<10404> from <Lisl>
<finishes off her dwarven spirits and pours a beaker of brown beer>
<10405> from <Philister>
I wasn't concerned with his mind. His heartbeat was a different matter.
:: Grin::
<10406> from <Alexis>
... and *without* even so much a glimmer of notion about what I was doing for the priest, or even mighty Cyric.
<10408> from <Alexis>
Ah, but where is mind goes, so does his life force. And his heart won't be beating without his mind to tell it to.
<10409> from <Lisl>
[hall will be open 'til 11, folks]
<10410> from <Erdian>
[TNX, I don't get a chance to Hall very often....]
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<10414> from <Alexis>
Well, my friend, I'm only trying to help, You may think about my offer as long as you like.
[unreadable]
<10427> from <Lisl>
Certainly, Phil. <grins and pours out another measure into his glass>
<10428> from <Erdian>
:: grins, winks, rubs one hand over the other and stares back with bright yellow eyes with purple pupils set in a light green face::
Neat trick. I learned it from those shapechangers in Limbo.
:: he winks at Tlalnim, his color returning to normal ::
Oh, just popping all over Toril, and a few other worlds.
<10429> from <Tlalnim>
<low whisper to Lisl>
<10430> from <Lisl>
<grins, her eyes still yellow> It's not a trick with me.
<10431> from <Lisl>
<:P Tal>
<10432> from <Erdian>
:: winks at Lisl ::
*Everything's* a trick...
:: he casually pulls off his right hand, to expose... his right hand, sort of, except it's covered with lots of grey and silver fur ::
<10433> from <Lisl>
<blinks and eyes go back to normal> <smiles at Erdian>
<10434> from <Erdian>
::mutters::
Even if Coshtail didn't appreciate my "tricks"... Serves the bugger right, got caught by a Jaguar Knight.
::grins::
Now, about that drink.
<10435> from <Lisl>
<smiles innocently> You said you wanted something bright yellow.. so I gave it to you. <turns to the taps and pours from a familiar red, white, and green-handled tap into a glass with a mountain scene etched onto the side> Here you go. <bright chartreuse fizzy liquid>
<10436> from <Tlalnim>
[:)]
<10437> from <Erdian>
:: Erdian takes a sip and immediately his face brightens ::
I like it!
:: he downs the entire glass ::
More! More! More!
<10438> from <Philister>
Speaking of tricks...
:: A tentacle drops from his wrist ::
Who am I?
::grins good-naturedly at the Patrons::
<10439> from <Tlalnim>
<rolls eyes>
<10440> from <Erdian>
:: laughs ::
A little guy with a tentacle draped from his arm!
<10441> from <Lisl>
<grins tolerantly and refills his glass> This stuff is getting too popular... we'll have to send Drach off after more.
<10442> from <Philister>
:: Tentacle draws itself back up his sleeve ::
<10443> from <Erdian>
:: grows a foot taller, taking on a golden sheen, and begins speaking in a very, very bad accent ::
Vodka! Vodka!
:: voice returns to normal::
Who am I?
<10444> from <Philister>
:: Laughs ::
I remember him...
<10445> from <Lisl>
<smiles> Hmm... one of the Northern gods, I know... <brow furrows in thought>
<10446> from <Erdian>
:: smiles, downs a second glass, begins prancing about ::
<10447> from <Erdian>
:: returns to his normal appearance, does a cartwheel in front of the counter ::
<10448> from <Lisl>
<shakes head tolerantly and wanders over to the kitchen>
<10449> from <Erdian>
I want more of this wonderful liquid!
If it does not have a name, shall we call it Ambrosia?
<10450> from <Erdian>
The Nectar of the Gods?
<10451> from <Philister>
:: Drains the last of his meade and lets the mug wander back to the kitchen ::
<10452> from <Lisl>
<smiles> I think that name's taken. It's called Mist of the Peaks, Erdian. It's rather rare here... go easy.
<10453> from <Tlalnim>
[LOL]
<10454> from <Erdian>
::pouts, then begins smiling::
How about a glass of water, then?
<10455> from <Philister>
:: Stands up ::
I must be going... please, all of you, be careful tonight...
:: leaves the Hall ::
<10456> from <Lisl>
<comes out carrying a brown sack, snags Erdian's glass on the way, and refills it with the yellow stuff>
You as well, Phil. Sleep sweet.
<10457> from <Tlalnim>
"I should go, too. Good night..."
<10458> from <Erdian>
With the occasional glass of thus Mist of the Peaks and a lot of water, I shouldn't have too much of an impact on the supply.
::he grins::
<10459> from <Lisl>
Ah, well, it's about closing time anyway... <reaches an arm into the kitchen and tosses the sack on the countertop>
<10460> from <Lisl>
<smiles> Oh? A new spell? Or a chaser?
<10461> from <Erdian>
:: downs the third glass ::
Well, never mind, in that case.
:: grins ::
Not a new spell, just one that hasn't seen much use of late.
<10462> from <Erdian>
But, if you must close the Hall, I must go.
:: martyred sigh ::
I suppose I shall be going then.
<10463> from <Lisl>
I should warn you... you'll probably have trouble sleeping... that stuff doesn't have the sopoforic effect of most of the beverages served here.
<10464> from <Lisl>
<nods> Sleep sweet... if you can.
<10465> from <Erdian>
:: Erdian chuckles ::
So I can tell, but I have much reading to do before I retire.
:: he makes a quick gesture, then disappears. Music suddenly fills the air, a fairly raunchy tune ::
<10466> from <Erdian>
:: but it quickly fades ::
<10467> from <Lisl>
<shakes her head in mock-despair and sweeps the floor, sending the glasses marching into the kitchen>
<10468> from <Lisl>
<pauses by the weapons over the hearth, runs a hand over them for a moment, and takes one claw down, fitting it over her hand and admiring it in the firelight> Just wait, Cyric... this won't be our last dance.
<10469> from <Lisl>
<puts the claw back, sweeps up the dirt, and slips out the back, locking the door quietly behind her>
<10470> from <Lisl>
<a howl sounds from outside the door as she leaves>
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