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* Rhys bustles in from the kitchen, bringing the faint smell of baking bread with him. He hastily unlocks the door, returns behind the bar, and settles himself down on the stool. "Hall's open." * Zoya walks through the door, laboriously carrying three very large and somewhat dusty tomes. She sets them down at a table near the fireplace with a sigh of relief, then heads toward the bar. <Zoya> Good evening! Ale, if you please? * Moon Dancer walks down the stairs, from his suite, yawning slightly. He stops at the smell of bread and peeks around the corner before finally entering the common room. "Good evening, Rhys, Zoya." <Rhys> Good evening, Zoya. Can I get you anything to... ::he smiles:: Of course. Right away. ::true to his word, Rhys pours Zoya a foaming mug of ale and sets it down in front of her:: <Rhys> Moon Dancer. Good evening. Anything to eat? The bread should be done soon. * Michelle enters through the front/side door. She's wearing a while silk dress with a matching silk cloak. Over this she is wearing a sleeveless burgundy great coat. Around the edges of the coat a pattern of lightnings has been embroidered in gold thread. * Zoya takes the ale and lifts it in greeting first to Rhys, then to MD before taking a long drink. She remains standing by the bar. <Moon Dancer> ::walks over to his office and opens the door, talking to Rhys over his shoulder:: Bread sounds good. Could you get one of the plates to bring some cheese, too? * Jelarthna walks down the stairs, looking remarkably healthy. His entire arm is wrapped in bandages, and dangles lifelessly in a sling. * Rhys drops his head in a slight bow to Michelle. "Lady. Anything to drink?" <Jelarthna> Hello all! :: a tad of forced cheerfulness in his voice:: * Alranis opens the door a crack, then slips inside the Hall. He sidles up to the bar. <Zoya> ::turning to Michelle:: 'Evening. ::lifts her mug to Michelle as well:: <Rhys> Lord Jelarthna. Good evening. Can I get you anything to eat or drink? <Rhys> ::to Alranis, as he sidles over:: Evening, sir. Weiders? <Zoya> ::frowns worriedly at Jel as he enters:: How's the arm doing? * Michelle has her hair done up with a white silk scarf, the over all effect being that of a turban with a horse tail sticking out of the top. In addition to her earring she is also wearing a gold necklace and a plain gold ring on her right middle finger. * Alranis takes a seat on one of the stools. "Yeah. If you've got it." He cracks a grin. <Jelarthna> ::to Rhys:: Wine, I think. Something white. <Moon Dancer> ::after shuffling in the office for a few moments, MD comes back out and closes the door behind him, then looks at the assembled mass:: Good evening, all... <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: Much better in that I can't feel a thing. <Michelle> Some white wine please. * Zoya belatedly notices Alranis, looks like she's about to say something, then turns back to Jelarthna:: <Michelle> Evening Zoya. <Zoya> My spell is still holding, then? <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Alranis, and hesitates for a moment before walking up to him:: Good evening, sir. I don't think I've had the pleasure... ::extends a hand to Alranis:: <Jelarthna> It seems so. And there's no sign yet of it faltering. * Rhys hurriedly pours Alranis a mug of the dark Weiders beer. He fiddles under the bar for a moment, then looks at Jelarthna. "We've a vintage from the area around Tantras. Would that suffice?" <Jelarthna> ::thinks for a moment:: I don't think I've tried a white from that area before. Please. <Zoya> That's a relief. I was worried that it would have started to turn by now. Have you been staying here a lot? You haven't come to the Tower. * Alranis shakes MD's hand. "Yeah. Same. Name's Alranis." * Rhys pours Jelarthna a glass and sets it down in front of his mobile arm. He looks at Michelle. "Lady, do you have a preferred vintage or will this do?" * Michelle takes a seat at the bar and listens to Zoya quizzing Jelarthna. * Alranis takes a sip of his beer. <Michelle> That will be fine. <Moon Dancer> ::nods as he shakes Alranis's hand:: Well met. I'm Moon Dancer. Welcome to the Hall. What brings you to these parts of Marsember? * Rhys pours Michelle a glass of the white wine, sets the glass down in front of her, recorks the bottle, and sets it at a convenient location under the bar. <Jelarthna> ::nods to Zoya:: I've haven't been out much, which is probably helping. I have been trying to get in touch with some... people that owe me favors, so I've had to go out for that once in a while. <Zoya> As long as you're sleeping here, anyway. <Jelarthna> Good evening, Michelle. ::glances over at MD:: Have either of you had any luck tracking down signs of my friend yet? * Michelle sips her wine. <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: I'm staying here as much as possible. I feel like it's buying me time, which I want to stretch out as long as I can. * Zoya looks Michelle over. "You're certainly done up to the nines tonight. Special occasion?" <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jelarthna, and shakes his head:: No, not yet. Every scrap I've tried to follow has led me to nothing. ::shrugs:: Of course, since this gentleman can take advantage of planar travel, that doesn't surprise me... <Jelarthna> ::notices the wine glass:: Thanks you, Rhys. ::sips his wine:: <Michelle> I'm afraid not. I can't maintain a long range search for very long. I need something definite to start from to have a hope of success. Plus I can't track him across planes. <Rhys> ::a blue, hairless, noseless humanoid about 4 feet tall shuffles out of the kitchen and tugs on Rhys's robe. Rhys looks down, and the creature squeaks some at him.:: Ah, thank you. Excuse me, everyone, the bread is ready. ::he hurries into the kitchen:: <Zoya> ::jumps slightly at the sight of the creature:: What was *that*? <Moon Dancer> ::almost to himself:: Of course, if I could find someone, or something that would lead me to... ::stops at the little blue figure, and watches both enter the kitchen:: <Jelarthna> ::to MD:: Me, either. But he's going to slip up somewhere, so please stay vigilant. If I succumb to this before he's found, he probably won't come around this area any more, which would make it much harder to avenge me. * Moon Dancer looks and Zoya, and smiles. "At least I'm not the only one who doesn't know, this time..." <Jelarthna> ::looks after the odd creature and blinks a few times:: <Rhys> ::in a few moments, Rhys comes back out of the kitchen, bearing a steaming hot loaf of bread on a platter. He sets the platter down and takes up the serrated knife lying next to the loaf:: Now, who wants some bread? * Michelle glances at her clothes, "Well I was hoping Jaret would be here this evening." Smiles "Besides I've found this outfit can have quite the effect on people when I start throwing spells around." <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Rhys:: Um... who was that, Rhys? <Rhys> Who was... Oh! You must mean the Lert. <Alranis> I wouldn't mind a little. <Rhys> ::to Alranis:: Is the heel all right? <Zoya> ::smiles at Michelle's mention of Jaret:: Yes, I can see where it might have an effect on people - spells or not. Having any luck with Jaret? <Moon Dancer> ::to Rhys:: The Lert? <Michelle> I'll have some Rhys. <Jelarthna> ::grins at Michelle:: <Alranis> Fine by me. :: shrugs :: I'm not particular. <Jelarthna> [you know how that read, Jeff?] <Zoya> Bread sounds good, Rhys. Got any butter? <Moon Dancer> [LOL!] <Rhys> ::talking as he carves off thick slices for Patrons:: Yes, the Lert. He's a handy little magical creature that I was taught how to conjure some years ago. Very helpful. And quite perceptive. More mages should know the spell actually. The world needs all the Lerts it can have. <Michelle> Well, I was supposed to make dinner for him, but then I discovered some clues to a lost spellbook and my curiosity got the better of me. I was going to make it up to him, but when I finally caught up to him again we discovered just how much danger Jelarthna's been in, and we've been too busy trying to deal with that ever since. <Jelarthna> Rhys, I need you to tell us what it was you did to my arm a month ago. It might be important. <Moon Dancer> ::shrugs:: Sure thing, Rhys. If you find it helpful... I think I'll have some bread, too. <Rhys> Butter. Of course. Just a moment. He hustles into the back room and comes out with two small bowls. One has butter, the other, honey. Both have small servings spoons in them. <Zoya> ::blinks:: [to Rhys] Well, ah... Maybe you could teach it to me sometime <Rhys> ::carves off an extra-thick slice for MD:: <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: I'm sorry this problem has spilled over into your lives. <Zoya> [to Michelle] Ah, well... Sometimes the anticipation's the best part, eh? ::winks:: * Michelle smiles before taking a sip of her wine, "Sometimes." <Moon Dancer> ::smiles, and nods to Rhys:: Thank you, Rhys. ::a small plate walks over to MD, carrying a decently-sized hunk of cheese. It plops the cheese down on itself, and flops onto the bar:: <Rhys> ::to MD:: Anything to wash that down with? ::eyeing the cheese & bread:: * Zoya picks up a slice of hot bread and slathers butter over it in a thick layer, then adds a thin drizzle of honey. She takes a huge bite, and closes her eyes with bliss as she eats. <Jelarthna> Um, Rhys? <Moon Dancer> ::smiles:: One step ahead tonight, Rhys? I think I will have something, if you don't mind. There's some beer in the back, labeled 'Guinness', if you have the... ::puts down the bread, and stands:: Don't worry, I'll get it... <Rhys> Yes? <Moon Dancer> ::walks back into the kitchen:: <Jelarthna> What exactly did you do to my arm a few weeks ago? * Michelle butters a slice of bread for herself and then joins Zoya in culinary bliss. * Alranis butters his bread, and wolfs it down with gusto. "Mmmmm" <Rhys> I tried to put a barrier of sorts at your wrist and shoulder that would hold the infection at that point. Why, did - did something happen? * Zoya thoughtfully watched Al eating. A slight frown is playing around her eyes. <Moon Dancer> ::walks back in from the kitchen, cold pint glass filled with a dark beer in one hand, two capped bottles in the other:: <Jelarthna> ::glances at the people eating:: Come over here for a minute. ::walks to the end of the bar, keeping his arm out of sight, and unwraps it a little.:: * Moon Dancer sits, takes a long drink from his glass, and smiles. * Alranis washes the last of his bread down with beer. * Michelle glances at Jelarthna and Rhys, then turns to Zoya, "This should be interesting." <Jelarthna> [that's mean] * Moon Dancer takes a bite of bread, and then turns to Alranis. "You never did say what brought you to the Hall, good sir..." <Zoya> ::blinks and looks from Alranis back to Michelle:: Hmm... what? ::follows Michelle's gaze:: Oh. Yes. * Rhys follows Jelarthna to the end of the bar, and looks at his arm. His usually semi-grandfatherly expression turns dark and ruthless when he sees Jelarthna's arm. He looks Jelarthna in the face. "Precisely who in the thirteen lands did you honk off?!" * Alranis shrugs. "Just wandered in one day." He jerks his thumb towards Zoya. "Her offer of employment kept me coming back." * Michelle nods and sips her wine. * Alranis half-grins. "Now, I kinda like the place." <Moon Dancer> ::raises an eyebrow:: You work for Zoya? Good! What do you do for her? > Nothing, at the moment. :: shrugs :: Helped her get into that tower. <Jelarthna> ::grins at the language, and re-wraps his arm:: An old enemy of mine got a lot more powerful than he has any right to be. My friends here ::waves to the others at the bar:: are trying to track him down now. <Moon Dancer> ::to Alranis:: Really? I haven't been there yet? Did you help her move, or help her find it? * Rhys stops Jelarthna from re-wrapping the arm to take one last, hard look at the clawed hands, and then stomps back to the barstool. <Alranis> Neither. Helped her after she found it, and before she picked up these, ah, airs. :: smirks at Zoya :: <Jelarthna> ::to Rhys:: Whatever it was took about a week and a half to do that to your barrier. Zoya has worked a partial teleport that is keeping my arm partly in the Tower, and places a ward based on it's power on my upper arm. It's working pretty well so far. <Moon Dancer> ::frowns:: Helped her do what, then? * Zoya 's eyes narrow slightly at Al's comment, and she moves to join the conversation. <Zoya> ::lightly:: What airs would those be, Al? <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Zoya, taken slightly aback, and gives the lady a little room:: <Jelarthna> ::glances slightly worried at Zoya:: * Rhys looks back down at Jelarthna, eyes blazing. "I see." <Jelarthna> ::looks even more worried at Rhys's expression:: <Zoya> [Zoya seems perfectly friendly.] <Jelarthna> [SEEMS being the key word...] <Moon Dancer> [And experience has taught MD that a friendly woman change change in an instant...] * Michelle sips her wine, trying to decide which conversation to follow. <Zoya> [Yeah, but Dancer's female experience includes Yb...] * Rhys walks to an empty section of the bar and traces a fast circle on the countertop. He pounds on it twice with his fist and the top dissolves, showing only blackness beyond. <Moon Dancer> [My point, exactly.] <Michelle> [As was being said...] <Jelarthna> ::watches Rhys in surprise:: * Michelle decides to watch Rhys. <Moon Dancer> ::catches Rhys's pounding out of the corner of his eye, and looks to see what he's doing:: Rhys? What's going on? * Alranis shakes his head. "You *did* say you were a priestess now." <Zoya> Being a priestess is putting on airs? * Rhys reaches inside and pulls out a nasty looking armguard, with barbed hooks on the backs of the fingers and arcane etchings up its length. He hikes his sleeve up to his elbow, revealing silvery tattoos that shimmer in the light. He straps the armguard on deftly. <Jelarthna> ::looking back and forth between Rhys and Zoya:: <Alranis> In fact, a "High Priestess", if I recall your words correctly. :: half-grins :: <Jelarthna> ::edges over to look inside the hole:: <Rhys> He reaches in again and pulls out a torc made of steel that twists over on itself in heavy loops. He fastens it around his neck, and a rippling sheet of lightning cascades down his back. <Moon Dancer> ::MD's 'spider-sense' starts acting up when Rhys puts on the arm guard, so MD stands, and walks over toward the end of the bar:: Care to share your thoughts, old man? <Jelarthna> [lol] * Zoya eyes the grinning Al for a moment, then unexpectedly laughs. "Not *my* words. Not first, anyhow." * Alranis glances sidelong at the goings on of the other patrons. * Zoya turns around at the rush of magic behind her and her eyes widen at Rhys' activities. She takes half a step backwards. * Michelle has some more of her bread. <Rhys> ::the last thing removed is a plain skullcap, which Rhys sets on his head. He looks over at MD, and is perfectly calm:: <Rhys> If someone's magics did *that* ::nodding at Jelarthna's arm:: then I can't just sit here. ::he walks around the bar and toward the door.:: I'm going to war. * Rhys vanishes out the door. <Jelarthna> Uh... * Moon Dancer returns Rhys's look, and tries to smile as Rhys walks out the door. MD is left with his mouth hanging open. <Jelarthna> ::looks at MD:: Does he know where he's going? <Moon Dancer> ::to nobody in particular:: Well, how about that... <Jaret> ::the hole on the bar fades, and becomes normal countertop again:: * Michelle blinks a few times, "If I'd know he'd react quite like that I'd have made sure had a few more details." <Moon Dancer> ::to Jel:: Now that's a good question, Jelarthna. I wish I could say... * Zoya 's mouth hangs open at Rhys' departure. She closes it, opens it again, then closes it again. Finally, she turns to MD. "What the heck was that all about?" * Moon Dancer laughs to himself, and turns to Zoya. "Why does everyone expect *me* to know?" <Zoya> You *hired* him... <Jelarthna> ::continues to look a tad dazed for a moment, then cocks his head as if trying to hear something:: <Jelarthna> Drat. <Moon Dancer> ::walks back behind the bar, taking Rhys's place:: Hired him, yes. Spend copious amounts of time with him figuring out his moods? Not so much. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at everyone, wondering where Rhys went off to:: Anyone need a drink? <Michelle> I'm fine Dancer. ::sips her wine:: * Jaret walks into the Hall, dressed in dark, almost black, green breeches and jacket. His blades hang at their usual places at his side. <Jaret> Good evening everyone! <Moon Dancer> ::smiling, as he raises his glass to his lips:: I'm not... <Alranis> I could use a refill :: pushes the mug to MD :: <Moon Dancer> ::to Jaret:: Evening, Jaret. You didn't happen to notice which way Rhys was headed off to, did you? <Jelarthna> ::pulls a heavy cloak out of the pouch at his belt and slings it over his shoulders:: Excuse me everyone, there's someone I need to meet. <Jaret> ::looks blankly at MD:: Who? <Moon Dancer> ::taking Alranis's mug:: Of course. You were having...? * Michelle turns upon hearing Jaret, "Hello Jaret. I'm glad you managed to make it before the night completely slipped away." Gives Jaret her best smile. <Zoya> Good evening, Jaret. ::takes a long drink from her ale, then pushes it toward MD:: Someone seems to have finished off my ale for me, 'Dancer. Would you be so kind? <Moon Dancer> ::to Jaret, absently:: Rhys. He just walked out in a fury, and I was wondering if you noticed where he was going... <Jelarthna> ::in general:: I may be gone for a couple of days, so don't worry. I'll be about as safe as I would be here. ::bows to all:: <Michelle> Rhys spelled himself away shortly after leaving the building. > Weider's beer. <Moon Dancer> ::taking Zoya's glass:: Of course. I hate it when that happens. ::refills Zoya's glass, and shoos it back to her:: * Jaret smiles back at Michelle. "I'm glad I could make it, too." ::to MD:: Rheese? Can't say I've ever met him. <Michelle> Jelarthna you come back here the INSTANT that arm gets worse. <Moon Dancer> ::looking at Jel seriously for the first time this evening:: What?!? You're going somewhere? <Jelarthna> ::nods to Michelle and MD:: Yes. <Zoya> ::frowns at Jel:: Where are you going? * Tyl walks in, face covered by cloak, staggering a little <Michelle> [A new record for the most people on the Hall.] <Moon Dancer> ::to Jel:: Why? Where on earth would you be going? <Zoya> [yay...] <Jelarthna> There's someone I need to talk to. It's *very* important. <Zoya> ::sighs:: Do you still have that crystal I gave you? * Tyl takes a few steps and nearly falls into a chair... <Moon Dancer> ::frowns, and notices Tyl entering:: Tyl'gainia! Good evening, milady! <Jelarthna> ::nods to Zoya:: Of course. <Tyl> <cough> good e'en, Lord. May I have something to drink? Rum would be nice. <Zoya> It should work as long as you're within a hundred miles of the Tower. If you go much past that, don't use it - I don't know what would happen to you. <Michelle> Oh...Good idea. ::Removes the moonstone broach she's wearing.:: Take this as well Jelarthna. I can track that, even if you do go to another plane. <Moon Dancer> ::shakes his head, resigning to the fact that Jel's leaving, even though it's a Bad Idea:: <Jelarthna> ::looks at the newcomer:: A lot of activity tonight. ::shakes head:: I guess trouble does that, eh? <Zoya> ::turns to see Tyl:: Tyl! Are you all right? * Alranis keeps his eye on MD. "Uh... can I have my refill? Weider's, in case you missed it." * Tyl pushes back cloak, revealing a wicked burn scar across one cheek and very *very* short hair. <Moon Dancer> ::nods to Tyl, and fills a short glass:: Aye, of course. ::nudges the glass towards Tyl, and it trots over:: <Tyl> I've had a bit of a time of it, Zoya <cough> ever find that tower of yours? <Zoya> Yes. Just a bit ago, actually. It's a longish story, though. Turned my hair white. ::grins, then sobers:: What happened to you? <Moon Dancer> ::to Alranis, apologetically:: I'm sorry! I did miss it! Right away! ::takes Alranis's glass, and fills a new one nearly to the brim with Weider's, leaving a very slight head. He hands the glass to Alranis:: <Tyl> <takes a long sip of rum, oops, there's the bottom of the glass> <Jelarthna> ::ponders for a moment:: Actually, I should probably eat something before I go. <Jaret> [have some bread.] <Tyl> I had a run-in with a former employer's adversary. I wish people wouldn't take things so personally. I was only doing a job, you know, something to pay the bills. Has anyone seen Grig recently? <Zoya> ::frowns, thinking:: Not for months. He was still in that awful disguise, last I saw him. <Jaret> No, I haven't. Although he was traveling incognito, last time I saw him. * Michelle sips her wine. <Jelarthna> ::takes the broach from Michelle:: Thank you. Don't worry if you can't keep track of it for a while. My friend resides on a different plane. <Tyl> I was supposed to help him out with some things a few months ago, but <indicates her face> things got a little hot. * Alranis takes a sip. "That'll do..." * Tyl peers into the bottom of her empty cup. <Jelarthna> ::goes over to the bread and futilely tries cutting a piece one-handed:: * Michelle giggles, "That the point. That broach is about the only thing I can think of that I CAN track to other planes." * Jaret walks over and aptly cuts off a slice of bread for Jelarthna. "Here." <Michelle> You should try some Jaret. It's very good. <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: Oh. Most items can't do that. Still, don't be too surprised if you loose track of it for a little while. ::looks serious:: <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jel:: Most items can't travel with you to other planes? That's odd... <Jaret> ::shrugs:: I think I just might. ::cuts himself a piece of the fast-disappearing loaf, and drizzles some honey on it:: <Jelarthna> ::to Jaret, chuckling slightly:: Thanks. I'm still not really used to only using one hand for day to day things. <Michelle> Okay. But don't be too surprised if a group of us suddenly appear because you've been gone too long. <Jelarthna> ::to MD:: Normally no, but I learned a few tricks. A lot depends on where you're going, and who knows you're coming. <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Michelle:: I won't, then. <Moon Dancer> ::shrugs:: I guess there's just a lot I need to learn about planar travel, then... * Tyl sits down empty glass and shooes it back to MD <Zoya> How'd you burn yourself, Tyl. That looks bad. Have you had anyone look at it? <Moon Dancer> ::MD takes Tyl's glass, and refills it, sending it back to her:: <Jelarthna> ::shrugs:: There's definitely a lot to learn out there. <Tyl> Thanks darlin' <Tyl> <pipes up> learning to duck is good! <Jelarthna> ::grins:: That's especially important around the Blood Wars. :;shakes head:: * Jaret munches on some bread, swallows, and looks over to MD. "Moon Dancer, do you have some dark beer? It would go well with the bread." <Jelarthna> ::walks over to Tyl:: I don't believe we've met. ::bows:: My name is Jelarthna. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jaret, looks at the two bottles he set on the bar earlier, and smiles:: Yes. Yes I do. Let me get two cold ones, though. ::drains what's left of his glass, and darts off to the kitchen:: <Tyl> Nice to meet you and all that. <Jelarthna> I see you know Zoya and Moon Dancer. How long have you been a patron? <Moon Dancer> ::walks back out, two open bottles of Guinness in his hand. He pours Jaret a pint glass full, and pours himself the second, which he raises:: Milord Malkier, to Arabel, Ireland, and all lands in between! <Jelarthna> ::looks around:: Ireland? Where's that? <Tyl> I'm Tyl'gainia, but most people just call me Tyl. I'd shake hands <holds out arm covered with same shiny burn scars> but I think we're both having a bad hand day * Jaret raises his glass, and with a little jump, manages to clink it into MD's. <Moon Dancer> ::smiles to Jel:: A good ways away, Jelarthna... <Jaret> "Hear hear!" * Alranis shakes his head at the toast. * Michelle sips her wine, "I never managed to develop a taste for that stuff, but everyone else swears by it." <Jelarthna> ::glances at his own arm and smiles at Tyl:: Yeah, you could say that. <Jelarthna> ::to MD:: Does it involve another of your "long stories"? <Moon Dancer> ::takes a bite of bread, and washes it down with the beer:: Good idea, Jaret. Your good taste constantly impresses me. <Jaret> ::grins at MD:: I aim to please. * Michelle smiles before taking another sip of wine. <Moon Dancer> ::to Jel:: Not really. It's just closer to home than Marsember is... * Zoya coughs a little into her ale. <Jelarthna> ::looks quizzically at MD:: And where's home? <Tyl> <awk> <Moon Dancer> ::smiles:: That's the long story. <Jaret> <sed> <Jelarthna> I *knew* it was in there somewhere. <Moon Dancer> <grep> <Jelarthna> ::grins:: <Tyl> <bak> <Moon Dancer> ::smiles, and shrugs:: Well, I have to watch what I say in public. Something might slip, and I could find myself in some real trouble then... <Jelarthna> ::confused:: Why's that? * Michelle smiles, "What do you mean Moon Dancer?" * Tyl makes a show of drawing large ears and teeth around her head... winks at moondancer * Jaret has another swig of the dark brew. ::to Michelle:: It is, to some extent, an acquired taste. Although I've never heard of this particular brew before." <Moon Dancer> ::to both Jel and Michelle:: There are times that the people of Marsember wouldn't take to kindly to my type around here. ::chuckles at Tyl's gesture:: Of course, I have been known to let my temper get the better of me at times... <Jelarthna> ::takes a big chunk out of his piece of bread:: Good! <Michelle> It's very popular where I come from. At least among individuals who care about what they drink. <Jelarthna> ::to MD:: Your type? You're human, like most of the people around here. <Tyl> So, Zoya, I wanted to ask you - is there a defense for a fireball spell? Aside from getting out of the way? <Moon Dancer> ::smiles at Jelarthna:: Maybe. Possibly. * Tyl sniggers <Tyl> (I am NOT human! I'm an elf!) <Moon Dancer> [Racial Slur! Racial Slur! Racial... oh, wait...] <Jelarthna> [so am I, actually] <Michelle> [At least it's not a racial slug.] <Jaret> [5 of the 7 here at least *appear* to be human. Weird human, in Zoya's case, but human...] <Zoya> ::frowns in thought:: A pre-cast fire/heat protection spell... A very good friend on the plane of water. Or an even closer friend on the plane of fire... <Moon Dancer> [This is true.] <Jelarthna> ::looks inquiringly at MD:: Is there another long story in there somewhere? ::grins:: <Tyl> <nods> a long hairy story... <wink> <Tyl> You probably don't want to hear it... <Michelle> So Jaret, what have you been up to this evening that you arrived so late? <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: A globe of invulnerability or some type of spell turning works, too. Mostly it's just get out of the way. <Moon Dancer> ::looks askance at Tyl, and then turns back to Jel:: It's not that long, just not something I'm willing to share just yet. Maybe later, when the Hall's closed, after you get back? <Tyl> I'll tell you, sometimes... I wish I had some sort of shield of spell reversal or something. I am getting tired of playing target practice for apprentice mages. <Jaret> I was just out walking the streets, making sure that no ruffian or scoundrel wanted for attention. ::grins:: The usual. <Moon Dancer> ::to Tyl, shrugging:: Well, if you kill them... <Zoya> Items of the sort can be found, occasionally. <Michelle> You could play target practice for experienced mages. <Jelarthna> ::nods to MD:: Okay. It might be a few days, though. ::shrugs:: You don't have to tell me if it's a secret, though. I can certainly understand having to keep a few of those. <Tyl> Of course, the fireball toasted the vampire too, so I guess I can't complain too much. * Alranis raises an eyebrow. <Tyl> I'm tired of vampires too. I wonder where they all come from. <Zoya> I thought you gave up vampire hunting. <Moon Dancer> ::to Jel:: Well, not so much a secret. At least, along the lines of Clark Kent secret, anyway... <Tyl> They're hunting me... <Tyl> I think. At least, I keep running into them <Zoya> What on earth *for*? <Jelarthna> ::to MD:: Huh? ::double take to Tyl:: Huh? <Moon Dancer> ::to Tyl:: More vampire problems? <Jelarthna> ::eats more break and sips his wine:: <Tyl> I don't know... there was something about killing their leader. Or something. They're not really into long explanations <Jelarthna> ::takes another big bite of bread, and washes it down with some more wine:: <Michelle> So, did you find any ruffians Jaret? <Tyl> <mutters into her drink> Maybe I should retire... <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jaret, frowning:: Had you heard anything about this vampire problem? <Zoya> ::chuckles:: If you're having Vampires problems, retiring is probably *not* an option. <Jaret> No real ruffians. The few miscreants that were bumbling about soon took on a more law-abiding appearance as I would approach, and would return home for the evening. <Jelarthna> ::grins:: No. They tend to remember grudges for a very long time. <Tyl> Yeah, tell me about it. I think this leader guy they meant was something that happened about four years ago <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Tyl:: Four years ago? And they're acting already? <Zoya> Heh. I've known humans to spend longer than that looking for revenge. The undead... You may never get rid of them. <Tyl> Something about some book. They think I have it. <Jelarthna> ::smiles:: That's okay, they guy who did this ::indicates his arm:: I hadn't seen in over 15 years. * Moon Dancer takes another gulp of Guinness... <Tyl> SOMEHOW I AM NOT REASSURED HERE PEOPLE! <Tyl> sorry... <ducks head> didn't mean to yell. it's been a hard few days <Michelle> Have you had a healer look at your injuries? <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Zoya:: Never? Don't be so sure. It's hard to look for revenge when you're trying to reattach your torso, undead or not. <Tyl> Actually, that's one of the reasons I was looking for Grigoriy <Jelarthna> Would you feel better if you looked at my arm? ::grins somewhat painfully:: <Tyl> Um, no. <takes another drink> <Moon Dancer> ::to Tyl:: Grigoriy? Does he hunt the undead? <Tyl> well, I suppose he could - but more I meant I think he can fix my face... <Moon Dancer> ::nods:: Ah, I see. Oh well, so much for that idea. <Tyl> I used to know a cleric who could sometimes make undead run away, when he wasn't in trouble with his goddess at any rate... <Jelarthna> ::nods:: Some of them can do that. Do you know anyone devoted to the Morning Lord? <Moon Dancer> ::shakes head dejectedly at Tyl:: Aye, I've known a few clerics who can turn the undead, too. But, turning the undead somehow seems... the coward's way out? * Jaret has another good swig of the dark beer and finishes off the slice of bread:: "Not the most succulent dinner I've ever had, but still, it's quite satisfying." <Tyl> Hey! I used this one as a shield. He took care of most of the fireball. I'm not sure that was cowardly. Desperate, maybe... <Zoya> [PSST! That would be Michelle's cue to offer to resume the postponed dinner...] <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jaret:: Would you like something more substantial, Jaret? Forgive me, but I didn't even think to offer... <Jelarthna> ::to MD:: Perhaps, but survival often seems important, and when you don't have any magical or silver weapons, there's aren't many options. <Michelle> [I know THAT. I got behind in the convo, give me a moment.] <Moon Dancer> ::to Jel:: True, most don't, and that's something I need to remember. ::sighs:: I get ahead of myself, sometimes... <Tyl> Silver? I didn't know that worked on vampires. I don't have any though <Michelle> So what do you like for dinner Jaret, or should I surprise you? ::Smiles and bats her eyes.:: <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: Actually, I can't remember, but it works against several other types of undead. <Jaret> ::smiles broadly at Michelle:: Actually, that wasn't my intent, but I'd still be delighted to have dinner with you. Although with the current calamities, it may be a while before we will be able to sit in peace at a table." <Jaret> Regretfully, I have little experience with food preparation, so I won't burden you with cumbersome suggestions. Whatever you would like. * Michelle sighs and rests her head on Jaret's shoulder. "I know. But it's something pleasant to think about until then, and it's that much more incentive to find Jelarthna's friend and put an end to this." <Jelarthna> ::cocks his head again, as if hearing something:: <Moon Dancer> ::smiles at Jaret:: As much as I'd enjoy the company, I wouldn't suggest here. I haven't had time to restock the pantry as it should be. Might I suggest the Golden Boar, or the Sow and the Thistle, down the street? <Zoya> ::smirks in an aside to MD:: I think they - or at least she - is hoping for someplace a bit more... private. <Jelarthna> I'm sorry friends, but I really must get going now. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Zoya, then at Jaret and Michelle, and blushes:: Oh. Oh my, I'm sorry. If you'll excuse me... ::makes an obvious attempt to look busy:: <Michelle> Though I may ask to borrow your kitchen. It's much better equipped than the one in my home. * Jaret puts an arm around Michelle. "I know. But I don't feel it's right for me to rest and enjoy myself while Jelarthna's life is in such danger." <Jelarthna> I'll get in touch as soon as I'm back. * Alranis waves to Jelarthna just as he finishes his mug. <Zoya> ::nods farewell to Jel:: Take care. Be careful. Don't lose the crystal. Come back instantly if that spell starts going wrong. <Jaret> Goodbye Jelarthna. Take care! <Michelle> Walk in moonlight Jelarthna. <Tyl> Nice meeting you. <Tyl> <mutter> walk in SUNSHINE! <Zoya> ::sighs:: And for heavens' sake - come back. <Michelle> I know Jaret, and I agree completely. <Moon Dancer> ::to Jel:: Keep safe, Jelarthna. Don't make me have to avenge your death... <Jelarthna> ::smiles and bows to all, then says to Zoya:: I'll definitely be back. <Jelarthna> I hope not Moon Dancer, but I'll certainly rest easier knowing you will. <Jelarthna> ::Heads out the door quickly.:: <Tyl> Well, I wonder if Grig's temple would help me out? I think I remember where it is. Maybe they know where he is... <Moon Dancer> ::shakes his head as Jel leaves:: I hope my gut is wrong about this... <Zoya> ::sighs:: Me, too. <Michelle> If it's healing you need I can take a look at your wounds. <Zoya> ::turns to Tyl:: Actually, that's probably a good idea. Even if he's left the area, they'd probably be willing to tell you where he went. <Tyl> I don't usually impose on strangers. <gives half bow> I don't believe we've met. <Tyl> <winks at Zoya> I don't know, they may not approve... * Michelle rises off of her stool and curtsies. "My name's Michelle. I've only been in the area for a few months." <Moon Dancer> ::picks up his glass and drains it, then puts it under the bar:: <Zoya> ::laughs:: What do they need to know? You were a friend, you were hurt fighting the undead - which is *definitely* a point in your favor - and you'd like to find your friend. <Tyl> Nice to meet you. I'm Tyl. I've been chasing mages and vampires for the last few months. * Tyl slaps forehead, then winces <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Tyl:: Do you need any help, Tyl'gainia? <Michelle> I'd much rather chase the vampires. <Tyl> oh, almost forgot. Here, Zoya, check this out and tell me what it does? <hands Zoya a large ornate ring> * Zoya takes the ring and turns it over in her hands. * Alranis pushes his mug across the bar and stands. "I'd best get going." <Michelle> Good evening to you. <Zoya> It'll fetch a pretty penny on the black market. It's almost certainly magical, but I'd need to study it overnight before I could tell you precisely what it does. <Tyl> I'm going to go look for Grig. If you figure out what that is, I'll be back in a few days. <Moon Dancer> ::nods to Alranis:: A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Alranis. Well met, and walk safely. <Jaret> Good night Alranis. Take care, it's a dark night. <Zoya> Very well. You can find me at the Tower, or here. I'll tell the gate spell to let you in. * Michelle finishes her bread and wine, "I should probably head to bed myself." <Tyl> <tosses MD an old, odd-looking coin> Here, I don't know if that'll cover it. <Moon Dancer> ::takes the coin, and looks at it:: I'm sure it will... * Alranis grins cockily. "Night is... survivable." He slips towards the door after leaving a few coins. <Tyl> Ack! Dark! <reaches into her bag and pulls out a wooden stake> * Zoya frowns after Alranis. "There's just something about him..." * Alranis fades into the night. <Moon Dancer> ::puts his head in his hand, and picks up the coins Alranis left:: <Zoya> ::turns to Tyl:: Do you have a place to stay? * Michelle blinks at Tyl's display, "I think you need to sleep more." <Tyl> Um, no actually. I was hoping to find Grig. He usually likes me to stay at his place. <Jaret> [bouncy bounce] <Moon Dancer> [LOL] <Tyl> <shakes head at Michelle> If you had some of the company I've been having... you'd sleep less too. <Zoya> Well, since it's dark, why don't you come back to the Tower with me now, and you can head for the Morning Lord's temple in the, well... Morning. <Tyl> Oh! Thanks! I will. Do you have the fireball spell? <Zoya> ::laughs:: I have something a great deal more precise and deadly to vampires than fireballs. I'll tell you about it if we reach the Tower without being accosted. <Tyl> cool! <bows extravagantly to MD> Good e'en Lord! <Moon Dancer> ::to Zoya:: Do you need an escort, Zoya? <Michelle> I want to hear about this spell sometime as well Zoya. * Michelle heads towards the stairs, "Good night all." <Zoya> ::collects her books from the table by the fire:: Oh, no, we'll be perfectly fine. Thank you, 'Dancer. <Zoya> Good night, all! <Moon Dancer> ::nods:: Anytime... <Jaret> ::stands and bows:: Good night, Michelle! I look forward to our dinner! <Michelle> Sleep well Jaret. <Jaret> ::drains his beer in a smooth swallow:: Well, I had best be going as well, it seems. Good night, Moon Dancer. Take care. * Moon Dancer walks around the bar, and starts picking up glasses left on the tables. "Good night, Jaret. Well met, and be careful out." * Jaret leaves the Hall, a playful spring in his step. * Moon Dancer locks the front door behind Jaret, as he starts cleaning the Hall... |
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