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This is the Final transcript of the Havoc on the Hall plot run.
The date is December 2nd, 1992
---Chrism the Scribe
Sealgair joined 20:06:24 12/2/92
<18044> from <Sealgair>
::SG walks out from the back room and unbuckles his twin baldrics. He slides the sheathed long
swords under the bar and pulls out a leather apron. He quickly ties it on over his harper blue
tunic and customary vest while walking over to the front doors.::
::SG unlocks both doors and throws them wide, declaring,::
"Hall's open!"
::SG settles behind the bar on the stool there and pulls down a glass. He fills it from the
clear crystal handled tap and sips, smiling.::
<18049> from <S'ayad'i>
::S'ay strolls in from the kitchen, Eldarin at her side as always. She's eating a thick slice of bread
and butter, and humming a bit. She plops herself down at a barstool, finishes her bread, and licks
her fingers, nodding a greeting to SG::
<18047> from <Sealgair>
"Faoilte, m'chara. How are ye, lass?"
::SG looks up at Say and smiles.::
<18050> from <S'ayad'i>
Oh, that's dry... A mug of ale, please, Sealgair?
<18051> from <Sealgair>
"Suren..."
::pulls down a mug, fills it and hands it over to Say::
"There ye go."
<18052> from <S'ayad'i>
Thanks...
::takes a long drink of the ale, sighing as she wipes her mouth::
Oh, that's good... They had me singing at the Dragon for two hours straight! But it was
worth it... ::reaches into a pocket and pulls out a handful of silver and electrum::
<18053> from <Felis>
::The door blows open as Felis enters. He is wearing his elfin mail, the hood laying loosely
around his neck. He has a long green t-tunic which goes all the way to his knees, but is cut up
the sides. He wears black breeches and an ebon belt. He has his foil at his side and his axe on his
back
<18048> from <Sealgair>
"Faoilte, lad."
::turns to Felis::
<18054> from <Lisl>
<slips in through the front door, cheeks ruddy> Greetings, friends! Lovely night, isn't
it?
<18055> from <Felis>
Good evening to all you merry people..
<18056> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: stumps up to the counter, hauls himself up onto a stool, scratching at a scar running down his
cheek ::
A drink, please.
<18057> from <Sealgair>
::SG leans back and sips his mulekick::
"Faoilte, lass..."
::turns an admiring eye to Say's haul::
"Impressive, though not surprising what with yer skill." ::winks::
::looks to Drach::
"What'll ye have, old friend?"
<18059> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: shakes his head ::
There is a stone jar under the counter, not attached to any of the taps.
That will suffice.
<18060> from <Lisl>
<smiles as she sees Drach> Drach! I haven't seen you in ages!
<follows Felis to the bar, looking him up and down> Why the armor, Felis?
<18061> from <S'ayad'i>
::raises her mug in greeting to Lisl, Felis, and Drach:: Good evening!
::grins at SG:: My thanks for the compliment, but that much singing leaves the best singer's
throat parched... ::takes another long drink::
<18062> from <Sealgair>
"Um, are ye wantin' a mug fer that or jus' the whole jug?"
<18063> from <Drachnaerbaen>
A mug will suffice.
:: cracks his knuckles, then scratches his beard ::
<18065> from <Sealgair>
"Then I'm seein' it as only my duty to make sure such a gift throat is quenched."
::smiles::
<18066> from <Felis>
::Sits down between S'ayad'i and Drach. He puts his arm around S'ay::
::To Drach:: I don't think I've ever seen you on this side of the bar...
<18067> from <Sealgair>
::fetches the jug, then a mug, and fills the mug from the jug and hands it to Drach::
[Try saying that three times fast...;)]
<18068> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: shrugs ::
I doubt it. This is the first vacation I have actually had a day to myself in several
centuries.
:: takes the mug, sips ::
<18069> from <S'ayad'i>
::laughs at SG, and leans into Felis' arm:: Good even', love...
<18070> from <Lisl>
<grins at Drach> I think he's right, friend. Taking a night off from-
<breaks off and points downwards>
<18071> from <Sealgair>
::replaces the jug under the bar::
"Ah, vacationing somewhere other than yer usual spot, Drach?"
::winks and smiles::
"And not yer usual brew, either..."
<18072> from <Felis>
::Looks up at Lisl:: I almost always wear armor when I fence with Yashcha, as I get better, he
moves faster. We both wear protection....
<18073> from <Lisl>
<frowns puzzlement> Yashcha?
<18074> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: shakes his head ::
It is the first time I have not had my "vacations" planned in decades.
<18075> from <Sealgair>
::sips his mule kick thoughtfully::
"Planned by...?"
::glances skyward::
<18076> from <S'ayad'i>
::smiles up at Felis:: Sparring a bit tonight? Before you came, or later tonight?
<18077> from <Felis>
::raises his left eyebrow::
Yashcha von Nurvie, I'm sure I've mentioned him before...
<18078> from <Sealgair>
::looks at Felis::
"Nae that I've heard..."
<18079> from <Lisl>
<tilts head to one side> Not to me you haven't. Fencing instructor, or companion?
<18080> from <Felis>
Later tonight.
<18081> from <Felis>
::To SG:: And you've been around all that much. ::grins::
<18082> from <S'ayad'i>
Oh! Can I watch?
::winks at him:: I'll offer a kiss to the winner...
<18083> from <Sealgair>
::laughs at Felis::
"Aye but I'm not having ta be around to be hearing, necessarily..."
<18084> from <Lisl>
<smiles at Sealgair, nodding to the taps> I was introduced to a new drink recently...
buttered rum please, Sealgair?
<18085> from <Felis>
Both, he wanted someone to fence with, so I volunteered to learn many weeks ago. ::to S'ay:: I
wish I had your confidence, the foil is not my preferred weapon. You might end up kissing him
more than me. ::smile::
<18086> from <Lisl>
<winks at S'ay> And if Felis loses?
<18087> from <Sealgair>
"Eh? Hm...Lemme see..."
::scans the taps::
"Which one is that...I'm thinking we have it, we've well nigh everyone other spirit known to
man. And some unknown to man..."
<18088> from <Felis>
::To SG::
Could I have a mug of you finest sir?
<18089> from <Sealgair>
::looks up at Felis a moment::
"Finest what?"
::continues to scan the taps::
<18090> from <S'ayad'i>
::grins and shrugs:: Felis will win, I'm sure of it!
<18091> from <Lisl>
<shakes head> Best guess, Sealgair. I wasn't introduced to it here, but I imagine you have
it...somewhere...<starts scanning the taps herself>
<18092> from <Felis>
I just meant the house meade.
::Puts head in hands::
Ah, the stress you put on me lass.
<18093> from <Sealgair>
::locates the Butter Rum tap, then draws Lisl a mug::
"Ah, that...Sorry, we've many house specialties, now..."
::draws a mug of meade for Felis::
<18094> from <S'ayad'i>
::undertone:: Although I suppose I should watch a match or two first before I make my
wager...
::laughs, leans over and kisses Felis' forehead::
::teasingly:: Poor thing...
<18095> from <Lisl>
<claps Felis on the back> I know, isn't it wonderful?
<grins as she accepts her mug>
<18096> from <Felis>
::Takes it gleefully, drinking a large gulp::
<18097> from <Sealgair>
[::puts away pencil and paper::]
<18098> from <Lisl>
[:P]
<18107> from <Felis>
[I'm still lost. Writing what tap is where?]
<18108> from <Lisl>
<smiles as she sips her rum>
<18109> from <Felis>
[Forget it. Ugh!]
<18110> from <S'ayad'i>
::raises her mug in greeting to Chet as he comes in:: Good evening!
[Felis, he said he drew you a mug of ale... Then he put away the pencil...]
<18111> from <Chet>
::walks in, holding his lute like a child::
Good even all.
<18112> from <Sealgair>
[I take pride in my work. ;) Felis, read line 18093: DRAWS a mug for Lisl.]
<18113> from <Felis>
[no wonder it tasted funny]
<18115> from <Sealgair>
"Faoilte, caraid. Can I get ye anythin' from the bar?"
<18116> from <Lisl>
<turns to nod her head at Chet>
<18118> from <Chet>
::smiles, revealing white teeth, slightly pointed::
A glass of your finest ale, my *good* friend...
<18120> from <Sealgair>
"Ale, eh?"
::looks a little disconcerted, then draws a mug for Chet::
<18122> from <Felis>
::to S'ayad'i::
Would you give me the honor of having lunch with me tomorrow.
::bows as much as one can bow while sitting on a stool::
<18124> from <Sealgair>
::considers a moment::
"Am I thinking it aright, lad, that I'm knowing ye? Yer face seems awfully familiar..."
<18125> from <Philister>
::walks in::
Hello, everybody...
<18126> from <Lisl>
'Evening, Phil...
<18127> from <Sealgair>
"Faoilte, caraid Phil!"
::tosses Phil a cigar::
"Can I get ye anything from the bar?"
<18128> from <Felis>
[There you go again, what is your deal about knowing this guy!!!!]
<18129> from <Sealgair>
[Wait and see...;P]
<18130> from <S'ayad'i>
::smiles at Felis:: Of course!
::giggles slightly watching him try to bow sitting on a stool with his arm around her...::
::raises her mug in greeting to Phil, then takes a drink::
<18131> from <Chet>
::smiles at Sealgair, his smile very knowing and almost brutal::
Anything is possible. I know a lot of people.
<18132> from <Philister>
A mug of meade would be excellent..
::holds up the cigar::
A light, anyone...?
<18133> from <Chet>
::takes a long sip of ale::
<18134> from <Sealgair>
"Have you gone under any other names?"
::brow furrows a little::
<18135> from <Sealgair>
::draws Phil a mug of meade::
<18136> from <Lisl>
<brow creases faintly as she looks at the jester>
<18137> from <Chet>
::grins and a five foot flame shoots out of his finger, lighting Phil's cigar and nearly burning
Phil's hat::
<18138> from <Chet>
I have had more names then homes, friend.
<18139> from <S'ayad'i>
::jumps slightly:: Watch where you point that, Chet!
<18140> from <Sealgair>
"Any I might be knowing?"
::leadingly::
<18141> from <Philister>
Yow!! Careful!
::shaking ::
<18142> from <Chet>
My apologies, dear lady. I have not yet mastered fine control.
::looks her over::
You are a very appealing lass. I am Chet, who might you be?
<18143> from <Chet>
Sorry, little one.
<18144> from <S'ayad'i>
::raises her eyebrows, and leans rather obviously back into Felis' arm::
S'ayad'i... I believe we met the other night...
<18145> from <Sealgair>
"Suren ye've nae visited here before? Yer manner and face seems sae familiar ta me..."
<18146> from <Felis>
::Felis shifts uneasily and looks at his ring::
<18147> from <Philister>
::still shaking slightly::
It's ok....
::takes a few nervous puffs on the cigar::
<18148> from <Chet>
Oh, that is correct. I recall now.
Sir, I do not know if I have met you. I have forgotten more people than I ever knew.
<18149> from <SnowLeopard>
::Enters the Hall from the kitchen, having just finished his evening meal.::
<18150> from <S'ayad'i>
::smiles reassuringly at Phil:: I used to do that too, trying to learn this spell...
<18151> from <Lisl>
<shakes head> Sealgair, surely a lot of people come through here.
<looks at Chet with a slightly puzzled frown>
<18152> from <Felis>
::Whispers to S'ay--::
<18153> from <Chet>
Oh, look, a walking rug...
<18154> from <Sealgair>
"Are ye married lad?"
::a light gleams behind SG's eyes, belying the turning of Kalthean gears::
<18155> from <Lisl>
<swallows and licks her lips, seeing the cat drag in>
<18156> from <Sealgair>
"To a lass named...Damn me, what was it? Agnes?"
<18157> from <Chet>
In a manner of speaking.
<18158> from <S'ayad'i>
::looks slightly concerned and whspers back to Felis::
<18159> from <SnowLeopard>
::Looks over at Lisl warily::
<18160> from <Sealgair>
::considers a moment::
"Nae, that's nah it...Hm...Annie?"
<18161> from <Chet>
I was married. My wife met with a most unfortunate accident. I was most bereaved. ::bows his
head, his voice ringing with insincerity::
<18162> from <Philister>
::breaths out a smoke image of a dragon, swooping at Snow Leopard. It dissipates before it
reaches him::
<18163> from <Sealgair>
"Unfortunate accident?"
::SG looks very concerned::
"Wait a moment...Now I'm remembering..."
<18164> from <S'ayad'i>
::glances at Chet and rests her hand on Eldarin's hilt::
<18169> from <Felis>
::walks over to phil comments on the smoke, whispers something to him and returns to his
seat.::
<18165> from <Lisl>
<fingers an amulet pinned to her dress, relaxing slightly onto her stool as she looks at
SL>
<18166> from <SnowLeopard>
::Looks around the room concernedly::
<18167> from <Chet>
Among my people, we consider it very uncouth to speak the names of those who have gone to the
isle of the dead.
<18168> from <Sealgair>
"Yer Touchstone!"
::shocked look::
"And it was Audrey ye were married ta. Her cousins killed ye! Keyanna saw it
happen."
<18171> from <Chet>
I beg to differ, sir. I am not Touchstone.
<18172> from <Lisl>
Killed--? <looks from SG to Chet and back to SG> Are you sure you're remembering
right, Sealgair?
<18173> from <Philister>
::looks closely at Chet::
<18174> from <Sealgair>
::looks very self satisfied::
"Wha--? But I'm sure of it..."
::reaches for his Kalthe badge::
<18175> from <Chet>
And, as far as I can tell, I'm not dead, either.
<18176> from <SnowLeopard>
::looks at Lisl playing with her amulet. He seems to be inspecting the amulet closely and then
looks away.::
<18177> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: frowns slightly ::
<18178> from <Sealgair>
::touches the badge lightly and intones the True Sight command phrase::
<18179> from <Chet>
::mutters::
addled old fool. Probably has had too much to drink. ::winks at Lisl::
<18181> from <Felis>
::Hair raises on his neck::
<18182> from <Sealgair>
::SG's eyes glow a moment, then his expression darkens::
"Nae, yer nae Cheltan. You!"
<18183> from <Lisl>
<glances at SL again and smiles slightly, muttering to herself... anyone close enough might
hear a "thank you, mother..."
<frowns at Chet, shaking her head slightly>
<18184> from <Sealgair>
"We threw ye out, ye skilfin!"
<18185> from <Philister>
::looks confusedly at SG::
<18186> from <S'ayad'i>
::tightens her grip on Eldarin, looking from SG to Chet::
<18187> from <Chet>
::to Sealgair:: You are a foolish man. A very, very foolish man.
<18188> from <Sealgair>
::Points at Chet, nearly raving::
"'Tis him, the man whose been pestering my hall and giving my patrons a bad name. Can ye
nae see it?"
<18189> from <SnowLeopard>
::Tail twitches nervously::
<18190> from <Sealgair>
"Drach, ye were there, take a look at him. A real close look..."
<18191> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: looks carefully ::
<18192> from <Chet>
::shrugs unconcernedly::
If you prefer I take my true form, Sealgair, I will.
<18193> from <Felis>
::Stands, infront of S'ay::
<18194> from <Sealgair>
::SG tentatively reaches for his long swords::
"Ye've some nerve, coming back in here after what ye did."
::SG is clearly angry.::
<18195> from <Philister>
::draws his sword::
Attacking us, eh....trying to kill me friends...
::knuckles going white on the hilt::
::starts growling::
<18196> from <Lisl>
<downs her drink as brow wrinkles in concentration>
<18197> from <S'ayad'i>
::Frowns at Felis and steps sideways to keep Chet in view, half-drawing Eldarin::
<18198> from <Chet>
::suddenly begins bulging in strange places, his face elongates and a thick pus smell fills the
Hall:: I can take a true form. ::wings explode out of his back and a thick, almost reptilian face
emerges.
<18199> from <SnowLeopard>
::looks at Phil, tail twitches more furiously.::
<18200> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: stands up, or, given his height, down, as the case may be ::
:: his hands flex by his sides ::
Do we need to throw you out again?
Chet left 20:41:28 Rastabon joined
<18201> from <Sealgair>
"Ye skilfin! True form? Ye've nae true form, you bastard child of a blarog!!"
<18202> from <Felis>
::Quickly finishes off his meade::
<18203> from <Philister>
::cigar drops from his mouth::
<18204> from <S'ayad'i>
[DRINKING??? AT A TIME LIKE THIS??!?]
<18205> from <S'ayad'i>
::finishes drawing Eldarin, snarling::
<18206> from <Felis>
So much about nothing bad happening when I have my axe here...
<18207> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: he frowns and suddenly a silver axe is in his hand ::
<18208> from <Rastabon>
::grins and leans back, his thick teeth, yellow and dripping with poison and as sharp as
knives::
You know, Sealgair, you have a very lovely daughter. Or, I should say, had... I dare say she's
reached death by now...
P><18209> from <SnowLeopard>
::backs away into a far corner, far away as possible from Rastabon::
<18210> from <Philister>
::sword moving before him in a defensive blur::
Lhynnae!! Bastard!!
::moves forward, growling::
<18211> from <Sealgair>
::grabs both his long swords and whips them out of the scabbards with a flourish::
"You!!!"
::screams incoherently and leaps over the bar at Rastabon::
<18212> from <Lisl>
<growls, the points of her metal claws sparkling as she moves her hands>
<18213> from <Felis>
::takes Axe off of his back and balances it in his hands::
<18214> from <Rastabon>
::with a swipe of one hand, a sphere forms around him, impenetrable::
<18215> from <Rastabon>
[sphere!]
<18216> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: perhaps it is a trick of the light, but as a second silver axe appears in his off-hand, Drach
appears to be growing a little ::
<18217> from <Lisl>
<yells> What IS this creature, Sealgair?
<18218> from <Sealgair>
::SG's swords flicker with blue light as they arc down toward Rastabon and rebound from his
shield.::
"Yer tricks will nae avail ye now!!"
<18219> from <Philister>
[Is anyone inside the sphere?]
[Other than Rast.]
<18221> from <S'ayad'i>
::a bolt of bluish lightening leaps from Eldarin to crackle around the sphere. S'ay growls and
frowns, and the blue light intensifies::
<18222> from <Sealgair>
::SG doesn't notice Lisl question as he screams and pounds at the sphere with his blazing
swords.::
<18223> from <Rastabon>
::motions absently at Lisl and her clothing turns on her, her bodice strings trying to strangle
her::
<18224> from <Felis>
::Throws a teleporting dagger, attempting to teleport it through the sphere::
<18226> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: with an audible "pop", Drach disappears, muttering something about "some night off" ::
<18227> from <SnowLeopard>
::Looks around nervously, trying to find the nearest route of escape::
<18229> from <Rastabon>
::The dagger teleports into the sphere, but slows, and Rastabon catches it playfully. With an
absent grin he takes a bite out of the dagger, chewing contentedly::
<18230> from <Lisl>
<roars and slices her clothing off, morphing into mid-were form> Bastard! I liked that
dress!
<18231> from <Rastabon>
::laughs::
<18232> from <Felis>
::growls audibly::
<18233> from <Philister>
[Anyone *not* growling/snarling?]
<18234> from <Drachnaerbaen>
[yeah, I'm muttering]
<18235> from <Felis>
[ :P ]
<18238> from <Lisl>
[sorry, it's my nature! I don't know why these other people are...]
<18236> from <Sealgair>
::SG stops a moment and shouts in Kalthean::
"Breaghen'se Achean!"
::A flare of energy lashes out at the shield::
[AFK]
<18237> from <Rastabon>
::with another gesture, Philister's cigar jumps off the floor, shoots flames from one end and starts
chasing Philister around the room::
<18239> from <SnowLeopard>
::Starts as if for the door, but something makes him stop and look at Rast::
<18240> from <S'ayad'i>
::Breaks off Eldarin's attack and raises the sword over her head, softly speaking magical words.
Eldarin glows bright red, the light filling the room before a bolt leaps toward the shield::
<18241> from <Philister>
::steps on the cigar, crushing under a boot. His leg gets mildly scorched in the process::
Come out here, you scum....we took Mirzanth...you're next...::grins::
<18242> from <Sealgair>
::The energy from SG's Kalthe badge crackles around Rastabon's shield, trying to crack it.::
<18243> from <S'ayad'i>
[high-level dispel magic, Rast...]
<18244> from <Felis>
::Figures he can't do much with the shield up. Keeps his eye on Rast and begins to knock tables,
ect., out of the center of the room to make room to fight...::
<18246> from <Lisl>
<grins ferally at Felis> Clearing a dance floor? <eyes blazing yellow, she winks at
him>
<18247> from <Sealgair>
::SG breathes heavy, his face dark, his lip curled in a feral grimace.::
"Come on, coward...Come out of yer womb. What are ye scared of, skilfin?"
<18248> from <Felis Strongarm>
Oh, you know this dance, ::grins:: it's one of my favorites...
<18249> from <Lisl>
Womb? Tomb, more like, SG.
<18250> from <Rastabon>
::suddenly begins struggling with something inside the sphere:: Damned dwarven bastard.
<18251> from <Sealgair>
::SG is all but oblivious to anyone but Rastabon.::
"Come on, bastard, come on...Take me..."
::raises his swords into an attack posture::
<18252> from <Rastabon>
::the shield flickers, the color seeming to fade, although it's still solid::
<18253> from <Lisl>
<grins fiercely> He's truer-born that you were, Rast! Go get'im, Drach!
<18254> from <Philister>
::Screaming to Drach::
Just get it to drop the shield!
<18255> from <Rastabon>
Oh, Sealgair, don't you want to hear ::throws an invisible something against the wall of the
shield:: about what happened to your precious Lhynnae?
<18256> from <SnowLeopard>
::growls::
<18257> from <Lisl>
<leaps for the globe and stabs at it, blue lightning flickering down the claws>
<18258> from <Sealgair>
::SG literally streaks at the shield, faster than the eye can follow and slices his way in. The shield
closes behind him and he stands before Rastabon, a daring look on his face.::
"Liar!" ::raises his swords::
<18259> from <Felis>
::After an area is cleared, takes an attack stance about 5' from the sphere, stretching. He looks
down and tosses his foil off to a side wall::
Don't need this getting in my way...
<18260> from <S'ayad'i>
::drops Eldarin's point slightly, reaches into a pocket an pulls out a thin powder. She sprinkles it
on Felis' back, and he suddenly starts glowing slightly greenish:: {Shield, dear...}
<18261> from <Rastabon>
::seems to vanish::
<18263> from <Felis>
::Uses true sight to see him::
<18269> from <Rastabon>
[I'm not invisible, I'm dissipated. Like vampirical mist]
<18264> from <Philister>
::mutters::
Two can play...
::whispers and also disappears::
<18271> from <Rastabon>
[no shield, anymore]
<18265> from <Lisl>
Dammit, Felis, where'd they go?
<18266> from <Sealgair>
::SG's swords blur out to attack Rastabon, careful to avoid the invisible duergar. The swords cut
thin air and SG curses. He taps his Kalthe badge.::
"Cannah hide, skilfin!" ::lashes out, unerringly at the hidden demon::
<18267> from <Rastabon>
::voice from nowhere:: Lhynnae is dying, Sealgair. She thought I was your da, and made very,
very good sex with me.... I think I may go visit your dear wife next.
<18270> from <Sealgair>
::SG screams in rage and starts to glow::
"Grian searach'se thu, Rastabon!!!!"
<18272> from <S'ayad'i>
::frowns at the mist, and the blue lightening leaps from Eldarin to shimmer through it::
<18273> from <Sealgair>
"Grian amphatha'se mi! Samtha mi dubhe!!!"
[Translation: Grian help me. Beat my enemies.]
<18274> from <Rastabon>
You have a lovely wife, so fragile. Imagine her screams, when I impale her right through the
stomach. ::laughs::
<18276> from <Felis>
[Is the mist concentrated that we can see it, or dissipated throughout the room?]
<18277> from <Rastabon>
[dissipated through the room]
<18278> from <Philister>
::some more incantations come out of the air and a shadowy form of an umber hulk coalesces and
wanders into the mist, slashing at the Rast/mist.::
<18279> from <Sealgair>
::SG is glowing blindly now::
"Dheil."
::his swords flash and flare, seeking the gaseous form of Rastabon::
<18281> from <Rastabon>
::with a quick flash of sparks, the floor starts burning, near the far wall, away from the bar. At
the same instant, the ale and mule kick taps pull down and begin spilling on the floor::
<18282> from <Philister>
::moves away to center of room::
<18283> from <Felis>
::While readying his axe in his right hand, he teleports the remains of his dagger to him,
frowning.::
::as he sees the mule kick flow he jumps over the bar and put a bag of holding under the
mule kick::
<18284> from <Felis>
::he tries to turn them off too::
<18285> from <Lisl>
No! <dives over the bar, pulling the taps closed and locking them down>
<18286> from <S'ayad'i>
[damn...] ::snarls, looking around the room, then shouts an incantation. A shower of sparks trail
from her fingers and fill the room, somehow avoiding friends, and flaring in places::
[evil-seekers]
<18287> from <Sealgair>
::SG laughs maniacally::
"Thu bha eil smthat mi, Dheil."
[trans: You cannot harm me, Dheil.]
<18288> from <Rastabon>
You can't hurt me, now, Sealgair. I already killed your daughter, what a sweet child. She called
out to you as blood gushed from her mouth. You should have taught her not to walk alone.
<18289> from <SnowLeopard>
::Roars in frustration::
<18290> from <S'ayad'i>
::shouts:: Come out, you bastard! Come out and FIGHT!
<18291> from <Sealgair>
::SG screams incoherently and swings wildly with his swords::
"Acha me, Dheil! Samtha mi, skilfin!"
[<Face me...fight me...>]
<18292> from <Lisl>
<leaps lightly over the counter and pulls a bar stool to her, sitting>
What a coward you are, Rastabon. No wonder you can't get dates.
<18293> from <Rastabon>
I am fighting, sweet S'ayad'i. I am. Who do you think you have been kissing in dark alleys,
sweet S'ayad'i? Can you know if it was him, or me?
<18294> from <Sealgair>
::A light bulb seems to light over SG's head and he starts inhaling. Five minutes go by and he is
still inhaling, a breeze quickly picking up.::
<18295> from <Philister>
::from out of the room, trying to taunt Rast.::
Mirzanth died in this room, too...too bad you don't have even his weak willed courage to face
us...too bad all you can do is mouth sweet nothings...
<18296> from <Felis>
::looks at the ale on the floor around his feet and wonders how he always gets surrounded by
burning stuff. He turns on the water tap, he's seen Lisl use it.::
<18297> from <Rastabon>
[oh, you want me in your lungs?]
<18298> from <S'ayad'i>
::smirks:: That will not work on me, demon. I know. Take form and FIGHT ME!
<18299> from <Sealgair>
[Suffused with Grian's power, why not? ;)]
<18300> from <Rastabon>
Why should I? This is much more fun. ::at once, every glass in the hall explodes, showering
everyone with shards of glass::
<18301> from <Sealgair>
::SG surprisingly has not exploded yet as he continues to inhale, the wind kicking up something
fierce.::
<18302> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: reappears, shrugging, mutters something about fighting magical menaces ::
<18303> from <Felis>
::The glass bounces off S'ay's shield and Felis' armor, having little effect::
<18312> from <SnowLeopard>
::ducks under a table to avoid the sharp shards of glass::
<18304> from <Philister>
::shards pass through the shadowy umber hulk. It has stopped and is motionless;:
<18305> from <Lisl>
<sits quietly, muscles slightly tensed, shoulders shuddering slightly as the glass hits her, cuts,
and heals instantly>
<18306> from <SnowLeopard>
::Ears perk up as the air pressure suddenly drops::
<18307> from <Felis>
::Closes bag of holding and lets the water run.
he moves closer to S'ayad'i, but not within 6'::
<18308> from <Sealgair>
::Several shards pierce SG's face and arms but he seems not to notice, still inhaling, like a mad
Kalthean cyclone.::
[You will be drawn into his lungs, eventually.]
<18309> from <S'ayad'i>
::yelps as a shard cuts her face. Her blood drips onto Eldarin and seems to be soaked up by
it.::
You will it so....?
::Raises Eldarin over her head and holds it with both hands, whispering::
<18310> from <Rastabon>
::reforms briefly, throws a sharp metal object at Lisl:: {it's silver, and it hits you]
<18311> from <Sealgair>
Lashes out at the suddenly solid foe::
<18321> from <Lisl>
<shudders as the shard hits her in the arm, eyes narrowing slightly. She gasps as she pulls it
out and finds a rag to tie over the wound>
Cheap shot, Rast. But then, that's what you're good at, isn't it?
<18313> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: "pop"s and disappears, a smirk on his face ::
<18314> from <Felis>
::Brings his axe down on the solid Rastabon.::
<18315> from <Rastabon>
::Rips Sealgair's sword away from him and holds it aloft in one hand::
<18319> from <Rastabon>
::deflects Felis's axe with one wing, it rebounds, as if off metal::
<18316> from <S'ayad'i>
::The blue light crackles around Eldarin, forming a ball of crackling energy rapidly growing in
size::
<18317> from <Sealgair>
::SG is dripping blood and spins his second weapon, striking faster than the eye can follow::
<18318> from <Philister>
::as Rast solidifies, a short sword appears and buries in it's back
[Sword of quickness+ backstab +ouch]
<18320> from <SnowLeopard>
::Seeing his enemy at last, SL jumps onto his back and slashes 8 three inch claws into his
back.::
<18322> from <Sealgair>
::SG lashes out again with his sword, the light forming a solid arc::
<18323> from <S'ayad'i>
::sneering voice:: Come on, Rastabon. Show yourself again. After all, we weaklings can't
possibly hurt you...
<18325> from <Lisl>
<grins, showing fangs> I think that's what he's afraid of.
<18326> from <Philister>
::The umber hulk wades in swiping at Rast with 10 inch claws::
<18327> from <Erdian>
:: With a jaunty, sensuous march filling the air, Erdian suddenly appears in the center of the
room, confetti and streamers flying all around the Hall. Immediately, he begins sneezing,
looking all the world like a tired, old man ::
<18328> from <Felis>
::moves back, and slides in trying to catch an exposed leg::
<18329> from <Rastabon>
Wolfen bitch. ::lashes out at Lisl, striking her with claws poisoned by wolf's bane::
<18333> from <Sealgair>
::SG doesn't notice Erdian as he closes and strikes with his sword again, drawing blood::
<18334> from <Philister>
::now visible, continues to backstab Rast.::
Lhynnae...Lisl...Iworo...Felis...
<18336> from <SnowLeopard>
::Remaining on Rast's back he sinks his 4 inch jaws into Rast's neck and attempts to pull the
demon down to the floor.::
<18337> from <Rastabon>
::looks around the room, finds the visible Philister, picks him up and bites down, hard, on his
leg::
<18338> from <Felis>
::jumps back from Rast as hair raises on his neck::
<18339> from <S'ayad'i>
::The blue energy suddenly leaps to Rast, engulfing him completely::
[Disintegrate spell... No save. Rast probably has enough HP to survive it, but it's going to
hurt...]
<18340> from <Erdian>
:: Random effects immediately begin happening wherever magic is manifested in the room. The
walls of the Hall become bright pink, and several of the mugs begin talking. The counter picks
itself up and repositions, obviously trying to sit more comfortably, and the tables begin playing
"bumper cars" with each other ::
<18340> from <Lisl>
<parries the claws with a glowing-blue bracer and stabs the other claw into Rast's gut> Just
what I was waiting for!
<18341> from <Philister>
::Screams, but tries to drive his sword into Rast's face::
<18342> from <Sealgair>
::SG strikes Rastabon a fourth time and severs his leg clean off. He cries out in triumph.::
<18343> from <Rastabon>
::plucks the sword away from Phil, tossing it over his shoulder absently::
<18344> from <Felis>
::gets knocked over by a mean looking bumper table. Jumps back to his feet::
<18345> from <Erdian>
:: shadowy snakes begin chasing bright green bunny-rabbits with purple drums, and a dark blue
elephant trumpets where Erdian was collapsed. ::
<18346> from <Lisl>
<darts under Rast, drawing her claws down his stomach and through what passes for a
groin>
<18347> from <Rastabon>
::inhales sharply and breathes poisoned gas all over S'ayad'i::
<18348> from <SnowLeopard>
[If Rast weighs less than 400lbs, he should be on the floor now.]
::Continues to try and drag Rast down::
<18349> from <Sealgair>
::SG smashes one of the careening tables with his sword, atomizing it.::
"Come on, Dheil spawn!"
::arcs his sword out again, hacking deep into Rast's arm::
<18350> from <Felis>
::Moves back to try to pull Erdian out of the center of the room, only to discover that he is an
elephant::
<18351> from <Rastabon>
::snags Lisl with his poisoned claws as she moves under him::
[I hit you that time!]
<18359> from <Felis>
::Isn't able to pull a blue elephant out of the center of the room, much less move it::
<18352> from <Erdian>
:: magic weapons begin singing, and eyes open on people's armor, spells surge automatically, and
spells in place dissipate in random effects ::
<18353> from <S'ayad'i>
::throws a worried glance at Felis, but quickly shifts her attention back to Rast, just in time to
breathe in the gas. Coughing violently, she collapses to the floor, clutching Eldarin to her::
<18355> from <Philister>
::draws a dagger, the umber hulk dissipates with Erdian's wild'ing::
<18357> from <Rastabon>
::sucks in another breath and breathes ice all over Felis::
<18358> from <Lisl>
<startled by the elephant trumpet, she swings around, taking a claw in the shoulder and
howling....she darts away from the melee, towards Erdian> Erdian! What are you DOING
here?
<18363> from <Felis>
::tries to take cover behind the Elephant, but gets hit by most of the cold. S'ay's shield spell and
his armor only slightly lessening the ice covering him. He drops to one knee, frozen as he was
moving behind the Elephant::
<18360> from <Erdian>
['snot Erdian's fault, he has surgitis..... and all this magic is a feasting ground for the virus]
<18361> from <Erdian>
[Erdian *is* the elephant]
<18362> from <Sealgair>
::SG waves his sword, baiting Rastabon. The sword sings a Kalthean battle hymn. In the lull, he
summons his second sword and attacks again.::
<18364> from <Sealgair>
::Bits and pieces of Rastabon's flesh fly everywhere and his acidic ichor sprays SG causing him
to smoke.::
<18365> from <Rastabon>
::vanishes::
<18366> from <Philister>
::almost unconscious due to the leg munching, gas, and acid skin::
[Am I still in Rast.'s mouth?]
<18368> from <Rastabon>
[no, dropped you]
<18367> from <S'ayad'i>
::Drags herself up to see Felis encased in ice. She glares at Rast::
NOW you've pissed me off, demon...
::absently waves a hand in Felis' direction, and he warms again. S'ay
turns to face Rast, Eldarin glowing bright red::
<18369> from <Erdian>
:: plants begin growing out of the ceiling, sprouting large roots, the leaves lodged into the eaves.
A small knot of mugs and glasses begin square dancing, to the calling of a plate ::
<18370> from <Sealgair>
::SG overbalances on one of his blows, considering his opponent is now gone and falls flat on his
face.::
<18371> from <S'ayad'i>
::looks around:: Where'd he go....?
<18372> from <Felis>
::Shivers, the ice quickly melting from him::
<18373> from <SnowLeopard>
::Lands on the ground. Tail twitches nervously::
<18374> from <Lisl>
<shudders as if her shoulder has become repulsive to her, but continues towards Erdian,
heaving a shoulder into his bulk to move him>
<18375> from <Rastabon>
::spits ice at Sealgair from behind, then vanishes again::
<18376> from <Rastabon>
[invisible and blinking]
<18377> from <Philister>
::drops down hard to the ground, rolls toward his sword. Tears of pain roll down his
cheeks::
<18378> from <S'ayad'i>
::glances at Erdian/elephant:: Are you going to HELP, or just screw everything up?
<18379> from <Sealgair>
::SG drives on of his swords into the floor hard and pulls himself to his feet only to be knocked
flat by Rastabon's attack again.::
"Duirech'se Achean!"
::A shield flashes into place around SG::
<18380> from <SnowLeopard>
::Looks around nervously, attempting to anticipate Rast's next move.::
<18381> from <Sealgair>
::SG's left arm is frozen solid, his sword limp in his fingers but he waves the other before him,
blood dripping down his arm and sizzling off the blade.::
"Coward!"
<18382> from <Rastabon>
Here, lord sealgair, let me show you what happened to Lhynnae
::an illusion appears on the wall, of Lhynnae, bleeding, her face burned off, her eyes jelly
goo::
<18383> from <Felis>
::Stands::
::to S'ay,:: He's blinking around the room.
::Tries to attack Rast, but he blinks just as Felis's axe pass though him::
<18384> from <SnowLeopard>
::Moves over towards Lisl::
<18389> from <SnowLeopard>
::Seeing the illusion, SL Roars loudly and thrashes around the room attempting to catch
Rast::
<18385> from <Lisl>
I think he's sick, S'ay! Help me! ::Talking about Erdian::
<Grasps the medallion about her neck> Lies! It's lies, SG! Attack him!
<18386> from <Rastabon>
::Breathes poisoned gas on the snow leopard::
<18387> from <Erdian>
:: The elephant trumpets plaintively as his tail begins attacking his trunk. Various flames in the
room begin smoking heavily. The goo on Lhynnae's face becomes a bad case of acne, and her
poor hair suddenly looks like a bright orange mohawk ::
<18395> from <SnowLeopard>
::Begins to choke slightly, writhes around for a few minutes and then stops, glaring around the
room::
<18388> from <Philister>
::Dispels Rast's illusion::
He's trying to get you to mess you up, Sealgair!! Stay focused!
<18390> from <Sealgair>
::SG flares suddenly, energy pouring out of every inch of his skin. It flows about three feet away
from him then showers into pink daffodils.::
<18391> from <Erdian>
:: floorboards turn to stone, and bright flashing lights wander in through the wildly swinging
doors. ::
<18392> from <Rastabon>
Oh, that's pretty, Lord Sealgair. She really is dead. Try and reach her mind with your powers,
you'll find you cannot.
<18393> from <Felis>
::Tries again, this time tagging Rast on the right arm. Felis dances back::
<18394> from <Sealgair>
::SG staggers about drunkenly, waving both swords, his left arm thawed by the flare but looking
much the worse for wear.::
"Grian help me..." ::he whispers it over and over again, like a mad litany::
<18396> from <Philister>
::draws his wand, waits for Rast to reappear::
<18397> from <Erdian>
:: butterflies burst all around Rastabon, and his form shimmers as the illusion cloaking him
surges into oblivion ::
<18398> from <Philister>
::blasts him::
<18399> from <Sealgair>
::SG takes this opportunity and fires a blast at Rast::
<18400> from <S'ayad'i>
::grabs Felis' arm and pulls him to stand back-to-back with her in the center of the room:: Don't
let it catch us off guard...
CEAN SEALGAIR! SNAP OUT OF IT! Dammit, Lhynn isn't dead! You'd KNOW it if she
was! He's just blocked her off from you!
<18402> from <Rastabon>
::the figure of the demon dissolves into a simple, male human figure with grey skin and horns,
dripping with slime, naked::
Damn you, wild fool!
<18403> from <Sealgair>
[Durn.]
<18404> from <Felis>
[Nice try.]
<18405> from <Sealgair>
::SG charges wildly and hacks at Rastabon::
<18407> from <Felis>
::Tosses another dagger into Rast's leg::
<18406> from <Rastabon>
::blinks::
<18410> from <Felis>
::it misses::
<18408> from <Lisl>
<manages to shove Erdian to the side>
<18409> from <Sealgair>
::SG stumbles and crashes into a wall::
"Arrecht ta machsun, Dheilkin."
<18411> from <S'ayad'i>
::Sees Rast and lunges at him, Eldarin glowing red, scoring a thin slice across its shoulder::
<18412> from <Rastabon>
::breathes fire at S'ayad'i::
<18413> from <Felis>
::tries to jump in front of S'ay::
<18414> from <Felis>
[I'm the only one who is allowed to burn here, besides, at least i have elfin mail]
<18415> from <S'ayad'i>
::clothing bursts into flame, and S'ay drops to the ground screaming and trying to put out the
fire::
<18416> from <SnowLeopard>
::pounces on Rast and goes straight for his neck, again sinking his 4 inch fangs into Rast::
<18417> from <Philister>
::fires off the wand until Rast. is paralyzed::
<18418> from <Rastabon>
[90% magic resistance, phil, your wand'll run out first]
<18421> from <Philister>
[With 35 charges, it'll be close]
<18420> from <Sealgair>
::SG re-orients and fires another blast at Rastabon, his voice hoarse from screaming curses and
crying out prayers to Grian.::
<18422> from <Rastabon>
::breathes ice on Snowleopard::
<18432> from <Lisl>
<leaps in front of Snowy before the ice hits him, her coat glittering with frost as she dives in
and out of the stream to lessen its impact>
<18423> from <Rastabon>
::blink blink blink::
<18424> from <Sealgair>
"Why fight them, Rastabon? It's me you want. Come and get me..."
::He waves his swords out in front of him again::
<18425> from <Erdian>
:: the entire Hall rotates 90 degrees clockwise (looking down from above), as it stands on its own
two foundations and then settles more comfortably::
<18427> from <Philister>
::blast blast blast::
<18426> from <Rastabon>
::lands directly behind Philister and breathes fire on him::
<18428> from <Philister>
::slumps over, unconscious and on fire::
<18429> from <Rastabon>
[missed me missed me missed me!]
<18430> from <Sealgair>
"Kill me, Rastabon! Kill me!"
::fires off wild blasts from his swords and begins to sag to his knees::
<18431> from <Felis>
::Moves to attack Rastabon if he should blink to the rear of Sealgair ::
<18433> from <Erdian>
[EVERY magic effect surges tonight! REMEMBER that!]
<18435> from <Sealgair>
::SG's various sword blasts end in light displays and showers of frogs::
<18434> from <Rastabon>
If you insist, Sealgair.
::takes a deep breath, blinks, reappears BEHIND Sealgair and blasts him with white
fire::
<18437> from <Felis>
::Slams Rast hard in the back as he appears right before him!!!::
<18438> from <Sealgair>
::Turns, stabbing both swords deep into Rastabon's chest, slumping against him.::
<18439> from <Lisl>
<white rose petals fall on Snowy as the blast runs out>
<18440> from <S'ayad'i>
::finally gets the fire out, but her left arm is burned almost black. She raises Eldarin with her
right arm and staggers to her feet. She looks at Rast and her face goes feral, and she charges
toward him, point-first::
<18441> from <Sealgair>
"See you in Hell, Dheilkin."
::Spits in Rastabon's face::
::SG savagely twists both blades::
<18443> from <Rastabon>
::coughs, chokes, falls to the floor, bleeding profusely::
::looks up at Sealgair:: Well fought, enemy mine.
::vanishes, a single white rose left in his place::
<18444> from <Lisl>
<dashes across the floor to Phil, wincing slightly as she throws herself on top of him to put
him out>
<18445> from <Erdian>
:: the tail on the elephant gets the better of the trunk, and rips the trunk off the elephant. The blue
elephant collapses ::
<18446> from <Sealgair>
::SG collapses heavily to his knees, then to his side and passes out.::
<18449> from <Philister>
::gushgushgush::
<18450> from <Erdian>
::as the elephant slowly shrinks, its blood spilling onto the floor, it gradually takes the form of
Erdian ::
<18451> from <SnowLeopard>
::A voice enters the heads of all telepathically sensitive, #"I always manage to pick the interesting
nights to visit this place."#::
<18452> from <Sealgair>
::SG lies expiring on the floor and a faint light begins to glow in the air above him, coalescing
into a face, a kindly and benevolent face.::
<18453> from <S'ayad'i>
::collapses to her knees on the floor, and she gasps in pain. She sees the rose on the floor in front
of her, and pulls a dagger out of her belt, cutting the flower from the stem. She picks the flower
up and crushes it::
<18454> from <Lhynnae>
::staggers in the front door, her face looking very, very weary.::
Damnit! Father! ::rushes to Sealgair's side::
<18455> from <S'ayad'i>
::She turns to look at the others, and walks over to Philister, laying Eldarin across his body. The
sword glows faintly green, and Phil's wounds close almost, but not quite, entirely::
<18456> from <Felis>
::moves over to S'ay, leaving his axe in the pool of Rastabon's blood::
::Hugs her as she lays Eldarin on Phil::
<18457> from <Sealgair>
::Grian's face looks down on SG and the rest of his form coalesces, with a slight burp.::
"Interesting company..." ::smiles at the collapsed Erdian::
<18458> from <SnowLeopard>
::Looks up as Lhynn enters the room. Growls a quiet greeting::
<18459> from <Philister>
::breathes a little easier, still rasping harshly::
<18460> from <Lisl>
<the fire damage heals on her as the fire on Phil goes out, new fur growing out where the old
was burned off...it's kinda sickening to watch>
<face nearly grey with tiredness as she rolls off of Phil, the battle-light dying in her
eyes>
<weakly> Hells. Medic?
<18461> from <Erdian>
:: Erdian lies very still, relaxed for perhaps the first time in his existence..... there is a peaceful
look on his face ::
<18462> from <Lisl>
[oops,,,,make that "cleric?"]
<18463> from <S'ayad'i>
::leans into Felis' arms, then cries out and pulls back::
My arm... ::lifts her charred left arm and examines it::
<18466> from <Felis>
[If you would have let me jump in front of you, but no...
<18464> from <Sealgair>
::Grian kneels next to SG's prone form, he seems oblivious of Lhynn.::
<18465> from <S'ayad'i>
::looks over at Felis:: How badly were you hurt?
<18467> from <Felis>
I'm OK, I'm more worried about you.
<18471> from <S'ayad'i>
[heeheehee... 'sokay, you took enough damage as it was...]
::Shakes her head:: It's just the burn... I otherwise escaped-
::wipes her face off and sees the blood on her hand::
Well, I'll be all right soon...
<18468> from <Lisl>
<shoulder continues twitching uncontrollably> Damn' wolfsbane...always hated the
stuff...
<18469> from <Grian>
"Come, son...If you choose, your pain will be done."
::Grian smiles down on SG and offers a hand to his inert form. SG's skin begins to
shimmer.::
<18470> from <Felis>
::Looks around the room, surveying the damage::
<18472> from <Lisl>
<hauls herself to a sitting position with one arm, looking across at Grian>
Sounds like a good offer...but, if I may ask, who's making it?
<18473> from <Felis>
::Sees his axe is beginning to smoke in the pool of Rastabon's blood and kicks it out::
<18474> from <Erdian>
:: bleed ::
<18475> from <Felis>
::Looks at the bleeding mage::
Any one have any more healing? I didn't come expecting a fight...
<18476> from <S'ayad'i>
::Picks Eldarin back up off Phil's body and grips it tightly in her good hand. It glows feebly
green, and the charring on her arm fades, leaving behind skin that is angry red, but whole.::
<18477> from <Erdian>
:: and then the bleeding ceases, if anyone is actually paying attention ::
<18478> from <Philister>
:: gasp bleed gasp bleed ::
<18479> from <Grian>
::Grian looks on as SG's souls slowly pulls itself from his body and from his swords.::
<18480> from <Lisl>
<tears sting her eyes as she struggles to her feet> Sealgair-- NO!!!!!
<18481> from <Lhynnae>
Father, no, please, Grian, don't.... ::tears form in her eyes::
<18482> from <S'ayad'i>
::looks around:: Who else is in need...?
::Sees Erdian on the floor:: Oh... ::touches Eldarin to him, but it doesn't respond:: Too
late...?
::looks around at Lisl's cry:: Sealgair!
<18483> from <Grian>
::Grian glances over at Lisl, then scans the room. SG's soul from seems oblivious::
"He has lost his will to live, I can't make him stay. He believes his beloved and his daughter
dead. It is out of my hands."
<18484> from <Felis>
::turns around, unconsciously tearing off the front of his tunic to wipe blood off his axe. ::
<18485> from <SnowLeopard>
::Ale's telepathic voice: #"Sealgair!"#
<18486> from <Felis>
::to Grian::
Can't you tell him? He has more important things still left to do on this plane.
<18490> from <Lisl>
Lhynn, DO something! <turns to Grian, tears on her face> Tell him, Old One! Can't you
tell him???
<18487> from <Lhynnae>
Father! ::suddenly goes dead pale and collapses on the floor, her spirit forcing it's way out of her
body, reaching out to SG's soul::
<18488> from <Grian>
::SG's soul form looks up at Grian, tears streaking his face. He mouths several silent words, then
turns to see his daughter's soul form.::
<18491> from <Grian>
::Grian looks shocked at Lhynnae's actions.::
"Hey...Daughter, you are not supposed to do that!"
<18492> from <SnowLeopard>
::Walks over to Lhynn's limp body. Sniffs the body. Roars in grief::
<18493> from <Lisl>
"Daughter?" <looks confused> Well, you may claim to be her father, but YOU obviously
aren't helping!!!
<18494> from <Lhynnae>
::her spirit speaks to SG:: Father, I did die, but the clerics in this world, they pulled me back.
Please, come home. ::to Grian:: Old one, I died once, I can do as I please.
<18495> from <Grian>
"Sealgair's time of choice has come, not yours..."
::Grian looks a little put out, but not too much. He looks to be hiding a slight smile, as of a
proud father.::
<18496> from <Felis>
::?::
<18497> from <Philister>
::bleed bleed bleed::
<18499> from <Lisl>
[will someone heal him before I have to BITE him????]
<18502> from <Grian>
[A gnomish werewolf??? Hmm?]
<18498> from <Grian>
::Grian struggles much harder to hide his grin at the last.::
::SG's soul turns to look at Lhynn and he smiles::
"Alahnna..." ::his voice ghostly echoes:: "I've endured so much pain..."
<18500> from <S'ayad'i>
::looks back at Felis almost fearfully:: Felis? Are you...
::sees blood and runs across the room:: Why didn't you say?!? Here...holds out Eldarin, but
it quavers as her strength leaves her::
[I ALREADY HEALED HIM MOSTLY!]
<18503> from <Lhynnae>
::to Sealgair:: And will you leave without ever seeing your son? Please, Father, do not leave
me....
<18505> from <Felis>
No, I'm fine, I was worried about the mage...
::holds her::
::Smiles::
[Not my blood, I said I was waiting behind SG and Rast appeared behind him, right before
me, So I slammed him, it's his blood all over me, not mine]
<18510> from <S'ayad'i>
::Eldarin glows ever-so-faintly green as it comes in contact with Felis, and then fades as the last
of its healing magic is used up::
<18507> from <Lhynnae>
There is life left for you, peace and joy, a family that loves you. A time to relax, not a time to
die.
<18506> from <Grian>
::SG's soul form steps forward and sinks down back into his body. His eyelids flutter and his
breath catches.::
"Well, that's it for me..."
::Grian starts to fade, gone before his words have stop echoing::
<18509> from <Lhynnae>
Oh Father! Thank the Gods! ::her spirit flutters, flickers, then spirals back into her body. She
gags, chokes, coughs and wakes up::
<18512> from <Sealgair>
::SG rolls onto his side and coughs up a mouthful of blood::
"Sss....SSsmb...."
<18513> from <Lhynnae>
::spits out a mouthful of blood::
Damnit, someone get him some Sembian!
<18515> from <Sealgair>
::The last bit of SG's soul flows back into his swords.::
"Uhhhh...."
::SG tries to sit up, but fails miserably.::
<18516> from <Lisl>
<falls back, the arm beneath her giving out, falling onto Phil's form and feeling the
stickiness> Oh....sh....healing! Quickly! Is there anything left?
<18517> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: with an audible "pop", Drach reappears in the center of the room, surveying the carnage ::
And this is my night *off*.
<18519> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: stumps over to SG, muttering, and lays his hands on SG's shoulder.
His hands glow briefly as a low prayer is uttered ::
<18520> from <Felis>
::Grabs the brandy from behind the bar and hands it to SG and L::
<18521> from <S'ayad'i>
::slides out of Felis's arms onto the floor, exhausted and shaking::
<18522> from <Sealgair>
::SG's breath eases and deepens and the wounds visibly close all over his body.::
<18523> from <Lhynnae>
::looks helplessly at Lisl:: I'm drained, all my psionics, gone. I, Drach, do something,
please...
<18524> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: mutters, looks around ::
Who else needs healing?
<18525> from <Sealgair>
::He sits up, looking whole, hail, and strong.::
"I never get a vacation...Not even when Grian offers..."
::chuckles to himself::
<18527> from <Felis>
The gnome...
::Pointing to the bloody pulp by Lisl::
<18529> from <Sealgair>
::SG stands slowly and pops all of his joints.::
<18530> from <Lhynnae>
::Hugs Sealgair fiercely::
Don't you go away, Father! I won't let you go away! ::cries silently against his chest::
<18531> from <Lisl>
<shakes head> I'm all right <hides arm> Take care of Phil!
<18528> from <Philister>
::slowly sits up, clutching his scarred face::
I hurt...
<18532> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: mutters ::
It's been almost six hundred years since I took vows, and this is the first I've gotten.
:: stumps over to Phil, and prays softly ::
<18533> from <Felis>
::Sits by S'ayad'i::
<18534> from <SnowLeopard>
::Seeing Lhynn alive again, SL is confused. Walks over to Lisl and nudges her gently::
<18535> from <Sealgair>
::SG whuphs as Lhynn squeezes the breath out of him::
"Easy, alahnna. I may be healed but I still am sore..."
<18536> from <Philister>
::wounds close up, scars fade::
<18537> from <Lisl>
[guess that solves THAT problem, Phil....]
Snowy, stop that! <hisses slightly as he jogs her wounded arm>
<18538> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: frowns ::
Anyone else?
<18539> from <S'ayad'i>
::sits on the floor, shaking with reaction::
<18540> from <Felis>
::takes her back in his arms, wonders about the poison::
<18541> from <Sealgair>
"Sembian?"
::looks around, brightly::
<18542> from <Felis>
::To S'ay as he cradles her:: Are you okay?
<18543> from <Lisl>
If you've got spells left, Drach...
<18544> from <Lhynnae>
I tried to get back as soon as I could, to warn you, ::hands SG the flask:: but, the spell, it took so
long, and I woke so weak. A child could kill me now, I could trip and die...
<18545> from <Felis>
::to Drach::
do you have anything for poison?
<18546> from <Lisl>
<shoulder twitches again and she winces>
<18547> from <S'ayad'i>
::quiet, shaking voice:: I... It's been a long time since I've been in a battle that bad...
Since........
<18548> from <Sealgair>
::Seems to notice the state of his attire and fingers a large hole in his shirt.::
"Alahnna, yer mother will kill me. She made this shirt..."
::drains half the flask::
<18549> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: a smile threatens to cross his face ::
No Sembian, please. Just a sip from my jug. If the counter didn't crush it.
:: stumps over to Lisl, and thwacks her hard with an axe that appears suddenly in his hands,
gleaming bright silver ::
<18550> from <Felis>
::Hugs her tightly, stroking her hair.::
<18551> from <Sealgair>
::SG touches his Kalthe badge, gingerly and utters a phrase.::
"Here, alahnna..."
::Energy visibly flows down his arm and into Lhynn.::
<18552> from <Lisl>
<winces as the axe comes down towards her, sighing as it passes through her>
<18553> from <Philister>
::wearily sheathes his sword and dagger::
I want to sleep for a week...maybe more..
<18554> from <S'ayad'i>
::shudders violently and leans against Felis:: D- D'nath must've died like..
.... He... ::sobs softly::
[Mike -- I like that. A smile threatens... Nice imagery]
<18555> from <Lhynnae>
::smiles as strength flows into her::
Thank you, Father..
<18556> from <Sealgair>
::SG now notices the change in decor::
"Sweet Grian...Marik'll have a fit...He had to redecorate once already..."
<18557> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: shrugs ::
I know a nice place, with endless beaches, sparkling water, friendly natives, and a lush
jungle. Warm climate too. And the dinosaurs aren't much of a problem any more.
<18558> from <SnowLeopard>
::Jumps on Drach and drags him to the ground with his claws
SL: #Enough death#::
<18560> from <Lhynnae>
[um, SL what ARE you doing?]
<18561> from <S'ayad'i>
[I think he's responding to Drach hitting Lisl with his axe]
<18562> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: Drach stands his ground, casually lifting Snow Leopard over his head, growing to almost ten
feet in height ::
Bad move.
<18563> from <SnowLeopard>
[Um, didn't Drach just ax Lisl?]
<18566> from <Sealgair>
[No, he healed her. The axe passed through.]
<18567> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: prepares to break SL over his knee ::
<18565> from <Lisl>
<looks over at Erdian's body> Sealgair, if you would....could you leave the tavern turned as
it is? It was the last thing his magic did. <nods to Erdian's body>
<18568> from <Lisl>
Snowy! Stop that!
<18569> from <Felis>
Come on, ::Rocks S'ayad'i slightly in his arms:: It'll be ok.
<18570> from <Sealgair>
"Oh my..."
::rushes to Erdian's side and feels for a pulse::
<18571> from <SnowLeopard>
::writhes helplessly::
<18572> from <Philister>
Drach..the leopard's clueless..but don't kill it...
<18573> from <Lisl>
<sits up and groans> My thanks, Drach. Put Snowy down, he's just a silly cat.
<18574> from <S'ayad'i>
::looks up, face tear-streaked::
::to SG, barely loud enough to hear:: Erdian's dead, or Eldarin would've healed him...
<18575> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: sets the leopard down ::
<18576> from <Sealgair>
"Grian Duer..."
::tears roll down his cheeks::
"Damn you...You've saved me twice and now skip out before I can repay the debt." ::silent
tears wrack his frame as he sinks to his knees::
<18577> from <SnowLeopard>
:: Voice of Alexis: #"My thanks for your mercy on my mind mate"#::
<18578> from <S'ayad'i>
::sees the rose petals on the floor where she crushed them, and shudders, burying her face in
Felis' shoulder again::
<18579> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: slowly shrinks, resuming his normal size ::
<18580> from <Sealgair>
::SG grabs Erdian's shoulders and shakes him::
"What am I to tell Brighteyes you fool! She'll kill me...Damn you..."
::He is sobbing uncontrollably::
<18582> from <SnowLeopard>
::Cowers in a far corner of the room.::
<18583> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: shrugs, stumps over and gently scratches the leopard behind the ears ::
<18590> from <SnowLeopard>
::Strangely, SL accepts the scratching graciously, without attempting to bite Drach's hand::
<18584> from <Felis>
[oh, he did that kind of "Stops bleeding"}
::Looks down, frowns...::
<18585> from <Lhynnae>
::unnoticed, Lhynn slumps to the floor in a dead faint... being mostly dead all day, you
know::
<18587> from <Lisl>
<tears slip quietly down her cheeks> He was a good companion, from the little I knew
him.
<18588> from <Sealgair>
"Get up damn you...."
::lifts Erdian in his arms::
"Get up and dance and make the room glow pink..."
::He is well nigh incoherent with grief::
<18589> from <Lisl>
Sealgair....<softly> Give honor to the dead. He's gone.
<18591> from <Felis>
[Did he die from tearing his own trunk off? I'm confused]
<18594> from <Sealgair>
::turns to Lisl, fiercely::
"No...He can't be dead, the bastard...He can't be..."
::breaks down into tears again::
<18595> from <Drachnaerbaen>
[it's a long story..... side effect of two weeks of surgitis combined with the level of magic in the
Hall.... and him being weakened and aged from recent misadventures..... he's dead, folks]
<18596> from <Sealgair>
[Hey, let SG be melodramatic. Erdian was his first friend in the Realms and they shared the
whole dragon hunt ordeal with BE.]
<18597> from <Drachnaerbaen>
[May I remind you that his face is peaceful and relaxed for the first time in the time anyone has
known him]
<18598> from <Lisl>
<stands, walks to Erdian's body, and morphs to full wolf form. dips nose to sniff the body for
a moment before setting back onto her haunches, pointing her snout at the ceiling, and howling
her mourning song>
<18599> from <Felis>
::Frowns and lifts S'ayad'i up, placing her in a chair::
<18601> from <Philister>
::takes off his hat, and bows his head::
<18602> from <Sealgair>
::SG looks down on Erdian's face and stops sobbing, his face filled with wonder. He sets
Erdian's body down and composes him as if he were resting.::
<18605> from <Sealgair>
::SG joins Lisl and lets loose a Kalthean war cry, letting the spirits gone before no that another
honored dead is on his way.::
<18607> from <S'ayad'i>
::stops shaking, and looks up at Felis, smiling sadly:: D- D'nath died fighting a demon... I...
I've never seen one before...
<18609> from <SnowLeopard>
::Soaks up Drach's scratching::
<18610> from <Sealgair>
::SG falls silent and stays so for a moment more. He then stands slowly and moves to Lhynn's
side. He picks her up and moves her into one of the chairs by the fire.::
<18611> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: shrugs, looks up ::
He knew what he was getting in to when I brought him here.
<18612> from <S'ayad'i>
::glances over at Erdian and closes her eyes sadly. She starts to sing, the song mournful and
almost disturbing. The language, for anyone who thinks they might understand it, is ancient
elven::
<18614> from <Felis>
::To S'ay, referring to D'nath ::
He was a brave man to fight such a monster to save the rest of you...
<18615> from <Lisl>
<lets howls die off, morphs back into humanoid form, face wet with tears, and disappears into
the back room for a moment>
<18616> from <Sealgair>
::Without turning, SG speaks::
"Arrangements will be made for Erdian's interment. If his family will allow, I'd be seeing
him buried in the Khamer'n tomb, with a place of honor."
<18617> from <S'ayad'i>
::reaches with one hand to touch Felis' cheek to acknowledge his remark, but continues
singing::
<18619> from <Lisl>
<reappears carrying a glowing blue flower, leftover from Erdian's last visit. She places it
between his hands and steps back, turning away>
<18620> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: stands, still scratching the leopard ::
He has no family.
<18621> from <Philister>
::tears roll down his face and into his beard. He doesn't say a word, just weeps::
<18622> from <Lisl>
<looks over at Drach> He has us. I will take him into my pack.
<18623> from <Felis>
::Tries to catch some of the Elvish words in the ballad, but it's too hard in a song, He sits beside her and thinks of past friends, resting his hand on his axe::
<18625> from <Sealgair>
::turns to Drach::
"Then it is settled. For saving my life, I would honor him...Would any say otherwise?"
<18627> from <Drachnaerbaen>
At least not that I know of. He was an orphan, if memory serves.
:: he smiles sadly ::
You are his family, and I trust you to do what is best.
<18629> from <Lisl>
<nods assent to SG>
<18630> from <S'ayad'i>
[Felis: re '23 - not to mention this elven bears as much resemblance to the elven you know as Latin does to Italian]
<18631> from <Sealgair>
"Come, m'chara...It has been a long night, let us all retire. There are rooms a plenty here for those without or too tired to journey home..."
<18633> from <S'ayad'i>
::finishes her song, and sits silently, obviously lost within herself::
<18636> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: softly ::
Clanggeddin will honor his soul.
<18637> from <Lisl>
Thank you, SG. I don't wish to return to an empty house tonight.
<takes a last look at Erdian's still form before heading up the stairs>
Sleep sweet, my friends.
<18638> from <Philister>
::Stumbles wordlessly up the stairs to a room, still weeping;:
<18639> from <Lisl>
<disappears into the upstairs hall>
<18640> from <Sealgair>
::to Drach::
"As will all those who knew him, caraid, as will all those who knew him..."
<18635> from <Felis>
::to S'ay::
You never gave me an answer about lunch... [re 500 lines ago I think]
<18644> from <SnowLeopard>
::Walks over to Lhynn's body. Nudges it gently::
[You awake yet?]
<18646> from <S'ayad'i>
::looks blankly up at Felis, then smiles softly:: I... Lunch...?
::suddenly pulls him close:: Don't.. Don't leave me alone...
<18647> from <Lhynnae>
[no, I'm not! I've been mostly dead all day]
<18649> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: shrugs ::
I think I shall stay here for tonight.
<18651> from <Sealgair>
"All are welcome..."
::extends his gaze to the remaining Patrons::
<18654> from <S'ayad'i>
::glances up at SG:: I think I'll stay, too... I don't think I could bear the walk back to the Dragon's Den tonight...
<18655> from <Sealgair>
::SG nods to S'ayad'i::
"As always, my home is open..."
<18658> from <S'ayad'i>
::manages a feeble grin:: Discount on the room, for an employee?
<18659> from <SnowLeopard>
::Licks Lhynn's warm face roughly around the edges::
<18660> from <Sealgair>
"Come away...Let's retire...I for one am dead tired."
::to S'ay::
"Lass!" ::exasperated:: "Don't be worrying about such...Come away now."
<18648> from <Felis>
[Another Demon, this one with the words "Final Paper" sneaks up behind Chrism, threatening to strangle him. But he doesn't notice as he types away]
<18652> from <S'ayad'i>
[We're shutting down, Chrism, just slowly... <grin>]
<18650> from <Lhynnae>
[LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!}
<18653> from <Sealgair>
[Yeah, Chrism...Give us a second or two to grieve the passing of one of the Hall's oldest Patrons. ;)]
<18656> from <Felis>
[Hey what do you mean? I didn't say anything... BANG, sputter, choke, skuhsid kgils ueeebdsv merf buzsbdy rfblas...]
<18657> from <Lhynnae>
[LOLOLOL!]
<18662> from <Drachnaerbaen>
[I thought *erdian* was dead tired ,) ]
<18663> from <Lhynnae>
[groan!]
<18664> from <Sealgair>
[Argh argh argh argh....;)]
<18665> from <Felis>
I'll stay too, too late to fence anyway. ::Looks at his foil lying against the wall, it's bent horribly. Must have been stomped on::
<18667> from <S'ayad'i>
::feeble grin gets a bit wider, and she winks at SG::
::Pulls herself to her feet, leaning heavily on the chair back::
Aye... Sleep... If I can... At least rest...
<18666> from <Drachnaerbaen>
[water fowls before everyone kills him for the comment]
<18668> from <Sealgair>
[Oh, stop, Mike...Please...Argh!]
<18669> from <S'ayad'i>
[Better duck again, Drach, before you get killed for THAT one...]
<18670> from <Drachnaerbaen>
[chuckle]
<18671> from <Drachnaerbaen>
[canards quickly to avoid flying Xatnups]
<18672> from <SnowLeopard>
:: Alexis: #"Sealgair, it is good to see you back again#"
:: SL: #Lhynn, wake up. Lhynn.#
<18673> from <Felis>
::helps S'ayad'i to her feet::
Come on, I'll take you up stairs
<18678> from <S'ayad'i>
::holds Felis' arm tightly:: Yes... Upstairs...
<18674> from <Sealgair>
::SG kneels by Erdian once more and touches his Kalthe badge. A shimmering cocoon coalesces into place around Erdian's body.::
[Mike, I'm gonna mallard you in a second...;)]
<18675> from <Lhynnae>
[Lhynn's not interested in waking up. let her sleep]
<18676> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: cracks knuckles, sighs ::
And this was a night off. I think I'll go back to working overtime.
<18677> from <SnowLeopard>
[what am I saying see? I'm in a dungeon.]
<18679> from <Drachnaerbaen>
['sokay, the threats roll off like water off a duck's back]
<18680> from <Drachnaerbaen>
[with thanks to gris for the inspiration]
<18681> from <Sealgair>
[Groans and gives up the ghost...Ack phtht!]
<18682> from <SnowLeopard>
[In that case, somebody take care of this Leopard before he drowns Lhynn in a pool of cat spit.]
<18683> from <S'ayad'i>
[Hey, Mike come a little closer.... THWAP!]
<18684> from <Lhynnae>
[oh, nasty!]
<18685> from <Drachnaerbaen>
[No, no, duck and other water fowls, not dead cats. Earl's not here]
<18686> from <Felis>
[tosses krinkled up demon into the basket]
<18687> from <Drachnaerbaen>
[two points!]
<18692> from <Felis>
[That's what my English teacher is gonna say...]
<18688> from <Sealgair>
::SG grabs SL byt the scruff of his neck and gently pulls him away::
"Come away, kitty...Let her rest. I'll take care of her, no worries."
<18689> from <S'ayad'i>
::Pauses by the Island door and opens it:: C'mon, kitty... Let Lhynn sleep...
<18690> from <Felis>
[ :) ]
<18691> from <SnowLeopard>
[dead cat! That's a dirty word mister!]
<18693> from <Lhynnae>
[off to at least read my damn play, even if I CAN'T type my paper tonight... s'alright, I need the sleep anyway]
<18694> from <S'ayad'i>
[Hehehehehe... So go work on your paper, Chrism! Get Felis upstairs already!]
<18695> from <Sealgair>
[Come on, let's close up, please...Sheesh, you guys are worse than tabasco stains to get rid of. ;)]
<18696> from <SnowLeopard>
::Slowly enters the door, not quite certain if he should trust this stranger, but Ale nudges him on to the Island.::
<18697> from <Drachnaerbaen>
[I think I'm going loony.....]
<18703> from <S'ayad'i>
::shuts the door behind the SL and slowly pulls herself up the stairs, holding Felis' hand::
<18706> from <Felis>
::walks up as well, giving her support.::
Good night all.
<18707> from <Felis>
Rest easy.
<18712> from <Felis>
[Take care all]
<18713> from <Sealgair>
[Bye bye...]
<18714> from <S'ayad'i>
[GO WRITE YOUR PAPER CHRISM!]
<18715> from <Sealgair>
::gathers Lhynn up into his arms and disappears into the back room::
<18716> from <Sealgair>
"Faoilte, Drach..."
::called over his shoulder as he disappears::
<18717> from <Drachnaerbaen>
:: stumps upstairs, glancing back for a moment to incline his head in the direction of Erdian ::
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