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* Moon Dancer opens the side door to the Hall, leaving a bloody smear down the door as his hand fumbles to pull the key back out. Limping, Moon Dancer walks to his office, but stops short and collapses in the nearest chair, drawing a loud yelp out of him as he sits. * Moon Dancer squints through one half-opened eye at the far wall, looking at himself in the mirror. "Damn." He grimaces as he shifts in his chair, trying to find the least painful way to sit. * Zoya stumbles through the door behind Moon Dancer, barely avoiding letting it slam shut in her face. Her clothes are ripped almost to ribbons, revealing several cuts and jagged tears in her skin underneath. Her white hair has fallen loose and is stained with soot, and blood is running freely from a long cut on her face which appears to be in the first stages of taking infection. <Moon Dancer> ::two mugs walk out of the kitchen, stopping short as the see 'Dancer's beaten form in the chair. One sprints back to the kitchen while the other scurries behind the bar. MD looks up as Zoya enters, then stands as swiftly as possible, putting his arm under Zoya to help hold her up:: * Michelle walks in through the front/side door, obviously exhausted. Her hair has been tangled, cut, and burned, as has her clothing. She's wearing a stained (red and green) white silk blouse and a red dyed raw hide jacket with good studs (the jacket while burned and stained seems to have weather the cuts suffered by the rest of her clothing. She's also wearing a brown skirt whose original length is unknown but now ends raggedly at her knees. <Moon Dancer> ::to Z, helping her to a chair:: Sit, milady. You need to stop moving and sit. You'll be fine now, I promise. * Zoya staggers toward a chair with 'Dancer's help, and sits very gingerly. <Zoya> You should sit as well. You've looked better, yourself. ::she waves 'Dancer back to his chair:: * Michelle leans up against the wall next to the door and sighs heavily. <Moon Dancer> ::looks concernedly at Zoya, inspecting her closely:: What hurts the most, Zoya? ::two bowls run out of the kitchen, each with a hot rag. Upon seeing Michelle, one runs back to the kitchen and the other runs to 'Dancer's side:: <Michelle> Get another one while you're at it! <Moon Dancer> ::shakes his head:: It's nothing. I'll be fine. I'll heal most of these quickly enough... * Moon Dancer picks the small towel out of the bowl of steaming hot water, and gingerly dabs at the wound on Zoya's head:: This will hurt, but it needs cleaning... * Michelle rouses herself and heads over to inspect Zoya. "How bad is it? I couldn't see much when that last wave engulfed you." * Jaret walks in through the door. His rapier and main-gauche, badly corroded and blackened, are still in his hands, the point of the rapier dragging behind him on the stones. One leg moves stiffly, a dark patch of blood above his knee suggesting at a reason. Myriad cuts, bruises, and gashes are visible through rents in his once fine clothing. He stumbles determinedly to a barstool and settles down on the stool hard, and slumps into the bar for support <Moon Dancer> ::three more bowls run out of the kitchen, one to Michelle's side, and the other two run back to MD:: <Zoya> ::closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly:: The face hurts worst, but I think the gash in my side is more serious. That rib is probably broken, too. ::she looks up at 'Dancer:: Yes, you will, won't you... That's something we should talk about. <Moon Dancer> ::shakes his head dismissively:: We can talk later. We need to get some of these wounds stopped. ::looks at Michelle:: Are you good enough to do some healing? <Michelle> Do you mind Zoya? ::Michelle makes a faint gesture indicating that she'd like to examine Zoya's wounds.:: <Moon Dancer> ::one of the bowls by 'Dancer's side notices Jaret entering, and sprints to his side, deftly avoiding any spills along the way:: <Jaret> ::with considerable effort, Jaret hefts the rapier onto the bartop and begins to look it over carefully. After a few moments he sighs and pushes it onto the floor:: Ruined. * Moon Dancer looks over his shoulder at Jaret, wide-eyed at the man. "Are you badly injured, Jaret? For a moment, I didn't think you'd be coming back with us..." * Michelle sighs, "I will be. But we're all going to need some food. Also, if you happen to know of any secluded springs or ponds in the area I think I'll be in need of one before this night is over." <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Michelle, surprised:: I know just the place, once calm returns to the area. Right now, though... * Michelle takes her towel and begins to clean her face and neck. <Zoya> By all means, Michelle, if you have some healing, then I could use it. ::Zoya carefully pulls off her outer robe and a shirt underneath, leaving her in a moderately tattered chemise tucked into blood-stained trews.:: <Jaret> ::coughs:: I've been better, I'll admit. Fortunately, I don't think any of this came from the hellspawn. But I'll admit, I don't think I'll be visiting any of the dancefloors of Marsember for some time to come. <Moon Dancer> ::as Michelle mentions food, four bowls of stew waddle out of the kitchen and take up camp next to everyone:: * Michelle kneels next to Zoya and runs her hand over Zoya's wounds keeping her hand about an inch above the skin. A pale white glow emanates both from the hand and the areas the hand passes over. <Moon Dancer> ::MD starts to walk towards Jaret, then nearly collapses in pain, his left leg crumpling underneath him. MD howls a near-lupine howl of pain:: * Jaret picks the towel out of the hot water bowl and starts to gingerly wash off the cuts on his shoulders and upper chest. <Moon Dancer> ::through tightly gripped teeth:: Damn! I had forgotten about that one. * Zoya starts to relax under Michelle's ministrations, then starts as 'Dancer howls. "I knew he was worse off than he said. Save a little for him, eh Michelle?" <Michelle> Damn. I think a few of these might be poisoned Zoya. * Jelarthna walks slowly in the door. His movements are somewhat sluggish, and his eyes are halfway closed. <Jelarthna> Well, I made it back when I said I would, but only just. Let me say, it was.... ::trails off, eyes getting wide in horror at the scene before him:: * Jaret gets up and heads over to MD to help support him. "Here." <Zoya> ::smiles wryly:: I'd be surprised if they weren't. If the demons didn't get me, then some of those damn back-stabbing thieves almost certainly did. <Moon Dancer> ::gingerly limps to the bar with Jaret's help, sitting on a barstool and extending his left leg and propping it on a second stool:: Michelle, see to her first. ::smiles at Jaret:: Thank you, old friend. <Jelarthna> What happened?! Are you okay? ::begins hastily rummaging in his belt pouch:: <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jel:: Well met, Jelarthna. ::winces as he shifts to face Jel:: How've you been? * Jaret returns to his stool and starts to clean up after making sure MD isn't too bad off. "Of course." * Michelle closes her eyes and slowly begins to trace Zoya's wounds with her finger, all the while singing softly in a language that seems familiar. <Jelarthna> ::blinks in surprise:: Obviously better than you! <Zoya> ::looks up at Jel, and answers almost cheerfully, though it sounds somewhat strained:: Jelarthna! It seems your friend wasn't very happy with me for rendering you assistance. He had some friends explain things to me. ::sighs:: I'm sorry to have gotten everyone else involved, though surely they saved my life... <Moon Dancer> ::nods:: Obviously. <Jaret> A sizeable force of infernals and some humans attacked us not far from the city gates. We were lucky to fight them off and be in this good condition. <Zoya> ::winces as Michelle hits a sore spot. She speaks very softly:: I think that's the one the demon got, Michelle. It'll be the worst. Leave the thief-poison if you have to, but get that one. <Moon Dancer> ::smiles at Jaret:: Lucky? Jaret underestimates his skill again! I personally saw him OW! ::MD winces again as he gets too jovial:: <Jelarthna> ::Jel's eyes seem to almost change color, becoming paler and a bit brighter:: What happened? When? <Michelle> ::As Michelle's finger passes over the wounds they slowly heal together. At Zoya's wince Michelle's song changes slightly and the pain diminishes.:: * Zoya sighs as the pain fades, and picks up a towel from the bowl of hot water by her side. She begins to dab gingerly at the cut on her face. <Moon Dancer> ::waves his hand in the general direction of the Tower:: About twenty minutes ago, as we were heading to the Tower. Honestly, if we hadn't caught up with Zoya in the market... ::shakes his head:: I don't want to even think about that... <Jelarthna> ::goes back to his pouch, and comes out with a potion, which he offers to Zoya:: This will help with any poison. <Michelle> ::The earring in Michelle's right ear begins to glow noticeably brighter.:: * Jaret smiles wanly. "Your compliment would be misplaced, Moon Dancer. I only did what I could." <Moon Dancer> ::to Jaret:: You can argue with me later. Right now, I'm just thankful you were there to cover my back, and I yours. <Zoya> It's as Jaret says, Jelarthna. A force of demons and nearly two-score men attacked us just on the outskirts of town. When it became obvious that they had somewhat underestimated us ::she glances quickly at 'Dancer:: they all leapt on me - I seem to have been the primary target. <Jelarthna> ::carefully pulls four more bottles from his pouch, and attempts to give one to each of the wounded. He seems about to say something, but can't find his voice.:: <Zoya> Good news, though. We found one of their portals when they finally broke and ran. <Moon Dancer> ::smiles at Zoya:: Don't look at me! I was going to tell you eventually, I could just never find the time. <Jaret> Very well, Moon Dancer. Although I would be especially happy to know, at this point, exactly *why* we were attacked. For the life of me, I can't deduce it. <Michelle> ::As Michelle heals some of the wounds, traceries of light radiate outward from the wounds.:: <Jelarthna> ::looks quickly up at Zoya, and speaks very carefully, each word enunciated clearly:: Where was it? <Moon Dancer> ::spits, and the spit is half saliva, half blood:: Damn thieves. I thought for sure my packmates would have killed them all, but the bastards killed Jumper and Chases Moonbeams. Damn them! ::spits again:: * Zoya takes the potion from Jel, unstoppers it and sniffs cautiously, then takes a deep drink. The light caused by Michelle's healing suddenly flares brighter as the potion assists her efforts. The angry red of infection in her face retreats as well. * Jaret picks the spoon out of his stew, takes a bite, and puts the spoon back. He gently nudges the steaming bowl away from him. "Maybe later, little one." <Moon Dancer> ::to Jaret:: I think Zoya has the right of it. I'm sure this has something to do with her helping Jelarthna, though why anyone would send a force that large... <Zoya> ::looks up at Jel:: We'll tell you later. When we're well enough to go with you. * Jaret uncorks the vial Jelarthna gave him, and unhesitatingly downs the contents. <Moon Dancer> ::the bowl in front of Jaret 'nods', and then motions for all the stew bowls, which march back into the kitchen:: <Zoya> I'm afraid you'd do something rash if I told you just now. ::she smiles gently, then takes another deep drink of the potion:: <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head:: That'll be fairly quick once you drink, those. <Michelle> ::Michelle finally reaches an end in her song and sits down.:: * Michelle studies her bottle, "What is it?" <Zoya> Maybe, maybe not. ::she finishes off the last of the potion, and the cut on her face fades to a narrow scar:: I may be healed - thanks to Michelle and your potion - but I'm almost completely exhausted magically. I don't know if I could summon enough flame to light a candle just now. <Jelarthna> It's a strong healing potion, but it will time a while to work, depending on the severity of the wounds. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at the vial, and shrugs, drinking it:: It never hurts to try something new. Thank you, Jelarthna. * Jelarthna breathes deeply a few times, making a visible effort to calm down. When he opens his eyes again, they appear relatively normal. <Jaret> ::many of the cuts and gashes start to close themselves up and heal over. Jaret looks over at Moon Dancer:: Drink. * Michelle rises and hands the potion back to Jelarthna. "Thank you, but save it for someone who needs it. Most of my wounds are to my vanity." <Moon Dancer> ::four glasses of cold water walk out of the kitchen, dispersing among the wounded:: <Jelarthna> ::manages a slight smile:: <Moon Dancer> ::to Jaret:: Aye. I did, or are your eyes failing you now, of all times? * Zoya takes another deep, slow breath. "They seem to have healed the surface wounds quickly enough. The gash on my side is still a bit tender, though. And broken bones knit slowly, even with magical help." <Moon Dancer> ::most of MD's wounds heal themselves rather quickly, but a long gash down the rear of his left leg refuses to heal:: <Jelarthna> ::Grins at Zoya:: I know. <Jaret> No... my speech is. I think I need a. And I think you could use a. ::starts to stand up but quickly thinks better of it:: Maybe in a bit, though. <Michelle> Let me look at your leg Moon Dancer. <Zoya> ::turns very deliberately to MD:: Now. We must talk. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Zoya, as he was about to say something to Jaret:: What? Now? Rest first, Zoya! Or do I have to carry you upstairs and put you to bed? <Jelarthna> Calm down, Dancer. You all need to sit still for a while. <Zoya> No more distractions. I'm not tired. * Jaret takes off the blood-spattered leather gloves that are on his hands, folds them over on themselves, and tucks them into his belt. He begins to stretch out his fingers and wrists. <Michelle> Moon Dancer, with that leg you're not in shape to carry anyone upstairs, and given the number of conversation the five of us keeping dodging around I don't think anyone's going to get a good nights sleep till at least a few questions are answered. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jel:: I'm as calm as I'm going to get for awhile, Jelarthna. Two of my packmates are dead, and I still don't know what for. Instead of looking to end this, Zoya wants to chat about me... ::sighs, and looks at Zoya for a moment before 'deflating':: <Moon Dancer> ::to Zoya:: Fine. Ask away. <Jaret> [Col. Mustard, with the candlestick, in the Conservatory.] <Moon Dancer> [Damn! You sunk my Battleship!] <Jelarthna> ::hangs his head a bit:: I'm sorry I got you all dragged into this. * Michelle kneels down and begins to inspect the wound in MD's leg. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jelarthna, concerned:: Didn't I pledge my support, regardless of what happens? <Jaret> Jelarthna, please. It's not your fault. Do come sit down with us. You don't look as if your life has been all sweetness and light since we last parted, either. <Zoya> What are you, 'Dancer? You nearly got the brunt of my first spell when you changed like that. I barely had time to avert it when I realized you hadn't turned on us. <Moon Dancer> ::shakes his head, and inhales deeply before exhaling loudly:: I'm a werewolf. <Jelarthna> ::sighs:: I know, and I truly appreciate the help and support. I just have a hard time seeing my friends get hurt. Especially when it seems like I can't do anything about it. <Jelarthna> ::looks at MD intently:: * Jaret has no reaction to MD's "coming out." <Zoya> ::shaking her head:: Not like any werewolf I've ever dealt with. <Jelarthna> ::softly:: werewolf? <Moon Dancer> ::nods slowly:: True, I am, shall we say, unique to the region. * Michelle again closes her eyes and sings her seemingly familiar song. Her finger tracing the wound, while ribbons of light radiate out from the wound across MD's skin.:: <Moon Dancer> [Good God, that had a lot of commas!] <Jelarthna> [lol] <Moon Dancer> ::MD winces when Michelle starts working, but manages to flinch only slightly at her touch:: Careful Michelle. Spirit wounds do not heal easily... * Jelarthna suddenly starts laughing out loud, deep, strong belly laughs. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Zoya:: What else do you want to know? <Jelarthna> I get it now! <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jel:: What do you get? <Zoya> ::frowns:: On the world you come from, werewolves are rational? They fight *against* demons rather than with them? 'Dancer, I've been on a *lot* of worlds, and every werewolf I've ever seen has been completely mad, and completely evil. <Jaret> ::a little tartly:: Well, please, do share with the rest of us! <Jelarthna> ::to MD:: All of those weird comments you and everyone else has made, and the laughs you got at me a few weeks ago, when I was asking about your "hunting dogs". ::chuckles:: <Moon Dancer> ::to Zoya, ignoring the lunatic for the moment:: Where I come from, the Garou - the werewolves are rational, for the most part. As rational as you, Jaret and the rest, at least. And yes, we fight demons, for lack of a better word. <Zoya> ::sighs, raising her hands slightly in surrender:: All right. The proof before my eyes cannot be denied. <Zoya> But... We weren't entirely out of town, yet... What if you were seen? I doubt the good folk of Marsember are going to turn away from a werewolf hunt just because we defend you. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Zoya, concerned:: What more do you need? Confessions? Pledges of allegiance? Pacts and treaties? ::looks pleadingly at Z:: What can I do to quell your fears, Zoya? <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head a bit, and wipes a tear from the corner of his eye:: I've known Moon Dancer too long to believe any evil of him. <Jaret> ::with his head resting on the bartop:: It would be tragic if they did try to hunt him. I've never had to fight a whole town before, and would hate to have to start now... <Jelarthna> ::glances at Jaret:: And others I know and trust don't seem surprised by this, so I can't help but trust him. <Moon Dancer> If I were seen? ::sighs:: I couldn't risk it. Given the choice between standing idly by while you were murdered or showing myself, I'd choose exile and a life of being hunted every time, Zoya. <Jaret> ::a slow wink lazes its way towards MD:: <Zoya> ::eyes MD:: Oh, I believe you. Some other time - after we've dealt with this problem, after we've rested, I'll have more questions. But for now, it will have to be enough that I believe you. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jaret, a smile on his face:: Thank you, Jaret. That means a great deal to me. More than you know... <Zoya> ::nods:: Yes, and that is *why* I believe you. It would have been simple enough to stand by and let me die, but you didn't. But *now*, if they come looking - what? <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Zoya:: I have actually seen stranger things than good werewolves. * Michelle finishes her song and sits on the floor. The wound is closed, but is still red and inflamed. <Moon Dancer> ::shakes his head:: If they come looking? I... I don't know. I didn't think that far ahead to be honest. I would probably have to leave, after killing too many of the Purple Dragons. If someone saw... ::chuckles:: Well, it <Moon Dancer> [...] it's a chance I had to take. <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: Everything will be fine. Assuming I survive, Moon Dancer will have my protection as well, from any and all comers. ::smiles at MD:: If nothing else, I owe you that much for your help. <Michelle> I'm afraid that's going to leave a nasty scar Moon Dancer. I did the best I could, but I'm very tired. And for some reason your spirit seemed to both want to help the healing and reject the healing. Almost like it considered the healing an attack. <Moon Dancer> ::waves his hand dismissively:: Nonsense. You owe me nothing. A promise is a promise. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at his wound, then at Michelle:: It's fine, Michelle. Thank you. It gives me a story for my grandchildren, at the least. <Jaret> Still, Jelarthna, do *you* have any idea why we were attacked? And Zoya in particular? It just doesn't make sense. <Jelarthna> ::grins humorously at MD:: There are promises and then there are promises. <Jaret> ::most of the smaller cuts on Jaret have closed up, and the larger ones have diminished in size considerably since he stumbled in through the door:: <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Michelle, and furrows his brow:: And you! What is that earring you wear? I'd almost swear it's a talen of some kind, but I've never seen anything like it, here or home... <Jelarthna> ::shakes head and faces Jaret:: I can't think of a reason, except perhaps that she's the reason I didn't die in his last trap for me. <Zoya> ::sighs:: All right. If you insist on not thinking about it, then we'll wait and see if any hunters turn up. However. If you are ever in trouble, please, *please* - the Tower door will open for you. ::she glances around the room:: For any of you. At any hour. * Michelle rises and leans against Jaret's back, her arms lazily encircling his neck, "Did Jelarthna's potion heal your wounds? And don't even think about lying to me about this." <Jelarthna> Thank you, Zoya. <Moon Dancer> ::nods to Zoya:: And the same goes for the Hall. None of you will be turned away as long as I draw breath. <Jaret> I think it did. Most of them, at least. I tried to parry most of the serious blows that were coming my way, and I think I even managed to get all the demon's strikes. At the moment I just need to rest for a while.:: <Zoya> ::she looks sternly at MD:: BEFORE you have to attack any of the Guard, 'Dancer. It will be much easier to defend you if you haven't mortally offended them. <Jelarthna> ::nods sagely:: Yeah, no kidding. I had big trouble and I only started to think about drawing my sword. <Jaret> However, the constant strike and counterstrike seems to have taken its toll on the blades. ::gestures at the wrecked weapons on the floor:: <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jaret:: Tried to parry?!? I've never seen swordplay the likes of that! I thought that... ::winces again as he turns excitedly to Jaret, but less gingerly than before:: That wound is going to take getting used to... <Zoya> ::spins around to face Jel:: Where have you been, anyway? * Michelle has closed her eyes and seems to be debating going to sleep right were she is, "It's a talisman I...I'm not sure if the proper phrasing is that I found it, or it found me, or we found each other, or even if we created each other. It's linked to the moon of my homeworld." <Jelarthna> ::looks at Jaret's swords:: They do look pretty bad. <Moon Dancer> ::looks wryly at Zoya:: I'd tend to agree, but that may already be a problem from long ago... <Jelarthna> ::gives Zoya a surprised look:: I...I...I can't say. I'm bound by a very powerful oath not to speak of it. * Michelle looks at Jaret's swords, and leans forward and whispers in his ear. <Moon Dancer> ::to Michelle:: It found you? It definitely sounds like a fetish, then. Consider yourself honored. ::timidly:: I would, however, like to examine it sometime, if it wouldn't be a terrible burden... <Zoya> ::frowns, then gives up and sighs:: All right. At least let me look at your arm. If it's gotten worse, I can at least release the binding on it so the curse doesn't have anything to feed on. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jel, eyes narrowing:: Bound by an oath? <Jaret> ::slowly, as if he's just realizing it:: Jelarthna, do you realize that this is the *second* of my Selgauntian shirts that this deviant has wrecked? * Michelle reaches up and removes the earring, then hands it to MD. <Jelarthna> ::begins carefully unwrapping the bandage around his broken arm and answers MD:: Yes. I did manage to learn a couple of very disturbing things, but not enough. ::softly:: definitely not enough <Moon Dancer> ::stands, nursing his left leg, and walks over to Jelarthna. He begins to shift in front of him, his ears elongating, his teeth protruding from his mouth. He looks to be part wolf, the hair growing thick under his tattered shirt:: Zoya is nearly torn limb from limb, and you are bound by an oath?!? * Jaret weakly lobs the wet towel at MD's fuzzy back. <Moon Dancer> ::slams his fist on the table, splitting it in two:: I have had ENOUGH! Enough of oaths! Enough of fighting, and enough of secrecy! <Jelarthna> ::the glowing bands seem to be in roughly the same places they were before, but the arm itself has gotten thinner:: <Zoya> ::laughs softly at Jaret's comment:: The fiend. No manners, no sense of fair play, and now - now! we discover that he has the bad taste to discover that he employs demons who are not swayed by fashion! A foul sorcerer, indeed! <Jaret> Moon Dancer, if he gave his word, he gave his word. * Michelle rouses herself at MD's outburst. <Zoya> ::examining Jel's arm:: It looks all right, but the separation is starting to keep good food from reaching it. This will have to be solved soon, or you'll have a devil of a time regaining your strength. ::she carefully re-bandages Jel's arm:: <Moon Dancer> ::reaches down to Jelarthna, and grabs his shirt as he shifts again, lifting Jelarthna a foot off the ground, drawing his face close to MD's Crinos muzzle:: You will tell us. Everything. Now. <Jelarthna> ::winces back from MD's tirade:: Please believe me, I would tell you all if I could. It's not that I don't trust you, but I am protecting another... and his secret is so vital that if even a breath of it were overheard by those looking for it, he would be dead almost instantly. ::hangs head:: I'm sorry. <Michelle> MOON DANCER STOP! <Zoya> ::calmly, almost absently:: Put him down, 'Dancer. I'm not done re-bandaging his arm yet. * Michelle is outlined in a white glow and a flash of light emanates from her earring. <Jelarthna> ::looks MD in the eye:: Do whatever you feel you must. I must do the same. ::makes no move to defend himself:: <Jelarthna> But believe this, the people I care most for are in this room, and I would do ANYTHING to protect them! <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Michelle, then to Zoya, then to Jaret. He slowly puts Jelarthna down, and he slowly starts to shift back to near-man:: * Jelarthna slumps against the bar, breathing a little easier. <Michelle> ::The light surrounding Michelle fades away and she slumps towards the bar.:: * Moon Dancer turns away from Jelarthna, and kicks a chair, sending it through the air until it splinters against the far wall:: <Michelle> Moon Dancer, what does the moon mean to your people? <Moon Dancer> ::MD roars loudly, and walks out the back (side) door:: * Jelarthna slides down until he's sitting with his back to the bar, and puts his face in his hands:: <Michelle> Dammit. How could I be so stupid? * Michelle joins Jelarthna. * Jaret liquidly vaults over the bar, landing a little heavily on the other side. He heads after Moon Dancer. <Zoya> ::ties off Jel's bandage and watches frowning as MD walks out:: His friends. His- packmates? Another deed to avenge. <Zoya> ::sighs, muttering:: Another debt of mine. <Zoya> ::to Jel:: Can you tell us *any*thing of value? <Michelle> I don't think that entirely it. Think about it Zoya. On every world, what is it that drives werewolves to kill? <Jelarthna> ::looks up at Zoya, his face streaked with tears:: There's been too much death and revenge already. Why can't it stop? <Jelarthna> ::tries to wipe his face on his shirt:: <Zoya> ::her face hard, she rests one hand on Jel's good shoulder:: It will, my friend. But one more is required to balance accounts. <Michelle> He can't stop trying to avenge himself upon you because you are his kharma. The only way he can satisfy his need for revenge upon you is by somehow defeating his kharma. That's virtually impossible. * Jaret hustles out the back door, and finds MD outside. "Moon Dancer? Are you... are you all right" * Moon Dancer spins on Jaret, visibly upset. "Jaret! No. I mean, yes. I'll be fine. I just need time to..." * Zoya picks up a rag and gently wipes the tears and grime from Jel's face. "It won't be long now." * Jaret slowly closes the door most of the way, not wanting to be accidentally locked out. " I understand. Would you mind terribly the company of a friend?" * Moon Dancer looks at Jaret, wide-eyed. "How much do you remember about Sealgair, Jaret?" <Jelarthna> ::takes a couple of deep breaths:: Thank you. I'm so very tired of it all. But you're right. It must end. And soon. <Jaret> Some. More than some, less than many. He was always a good man. I know he wasn't everyone's favorite, but he was always true to himself, which is what matters most. * Moon Dancer looks at Jaret cautiously. "Do you remember when he returned, Jaret?" <Jaret> ::quietly:: Yes. Yes I do. I most vividly recall his last night here. <Zoya> ::nods:: A night or two of rest - well, perhaps 'Dancer will take longer than that to heal. A few days, though, and we'll be ready to carry the fight to him. And now we know where the Door is... ::Zoya's normally cheerful grey eyes have hardened into steel.:: * Moon Dancer grabs Jaret by the shoulders, not forcibly, but with great strength. "What do you remember?" <Jelarthna> I've avoided mentioning it, but many of my other friends are dead. And all have fallen in the past few weeks. That's part of why I've kept disappearing. I keep arriving too late to save them. And now, it's down to those of you here. And until you found a portal, I didn't even have a hint of a way to get to him. <Jelarthna> But I have learned something very disturbing. There is divine force at work in this, and I don't mean just Erdian. <Jaret> ::relaxing the weight on his weakened knee slightly:: He took us... somewhere. And gave you... something. And he died. And I sat and watched him fade without doing anything. It seemed to me we left Faerun, and went elsewhere. The spellspinners who wee there were most confused, and I barely comprehended anything beyond the obvious. * Michelle sighs, "This is the wrong time to discover that I need to be careful about using my magic around Moon Dancer." * Moon Dancer looks at Jaret, becoming visibly upset. "Where did we go, Jaret? What did he give me?" <Zoya> ::pulls herself up on a stool across from Jel:: The divine? Can you tell me? <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: In what way? <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: There's an evil god with his hand in this affair. And that doesn't leave a lot of choices. <Zoya> ::to Michelle:: I don't know for certain that your magic is what triggered 'Dancer's anger. He lost two... packmates today. Close friends, at the very least. He was bound to be angry. <Jelarthna> I'm scared. Cyric is somehow involved with this curse on my arm, and I'm deathly afraid about what's going to happen. <Michelle> It didn't click till he stormed out of here, but everytime Moon Dancer gets a good look at my earring he gets very upset. It's usually only for a moment, but I think something about his werewolf nature becomes angry when it's exposed to moon magic. Which is one of the magics I practice. Unfortunately it's probably the magic I use most heavily, particular in combat against demons and other spiritual beasts. <Jaret> ::obviously struggling for words:: I don't know. It was a green place, in some other world... <Zoya> ::to Jel:: Cyric? Oh, merciful... You will *absolutely* stay in the Hall or the Tower between now and whenever we go, Jelarthna. <Zoya> ::sighs:: What does Cyric want with you? ::her eyes narrow as she looks at the bandaged arm:: That curse isn't just going to kill you, is it? <Jelarthna> ::nods carefully:: Don't worry, I will. <Michelle> ::To Zoya:: I know. I'm just worried that if I use too much magic around Moon Dancer he'll go over the edge like he almost did a few minutes ago. <Jelarthna> I don't know. And I don't think so. That's part of what scares me so much. * Moon Dancer looks at Jaret, then drops his eyes. "I... I only remember bits and pieces, Jaret. But..." He stops, and looks up at the stars, peeking down between the buildings. "It felt so much like home, Jaret. It *was* home. But... different." <Zoya> ::to Michelle:: You may be right. Try to avoid using ... moon magic? Try to avoid it, then, until we re-enter the fight. Then he'll be able at least to turn his anger toward our foes. * Moon Dancer cocks his head to one side. "Did he say anything? Do you remember what he said?" <Jaret> It was soft and earthy, and you were in your mightiest form, and you seemed almost blissful. Sealgair just faded under the strain after a few minutes, and we were catapulted back here. That was the night his swords reappeared, black and dead, as they are now. <Jaret> The only thing I remember him saying at all was when you first walked in the Hall... something about finally being able to keep a promise. <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: Do be careful. I think he's been through enough recently. <Zoya> ::regards Jel for a long, solemn moment, then nods sharply catches his eye:: Jelarthna, I swear before my soul - I will put a knife into your heart myself before I allow that twisted excuse for a god to own you. * Moon Dancer looks at Jaret again, and has shifted back to human form. "I remember him telling me to start anew, Jaret. To put the past behind me and start anew. And my first pack... half of it was decimated tonight, Jaret. For what?" <Michelle> Now that everyone's healed up it shouldn't be too much of a problem. The difficulty is that he has my earring, and that's a direct magical conduit to the moon's power. <Jelarthna> Thank you Zoya. I can't even conceive of how that would affect me. I just hope that knife would be enough. <Zoya> I'm sure he'll give it back, Michelle. He was just... ::she shrugs:: <Jelarthna> He lost control for a moment. ::pauses for a moment:: I can understand that. <Michelle> Getting it backs not what I'm worried about. I'm just afraid that after everything he's been through tonight all that power might cause him to do something he'll regret. <Zoya> ::to Jel:: Whatever it takes, my friend. Me, and the rest of us as well if I'm not mistaken. Whatever it takes to free you from his clutches... ::she shudders at the thought:: * Jaret drops his head and stares at the ground. "I can't say, Moon Dancer. It's this mystery that Jelarthna is wrapped up in. I... I wish I could have known them better, Moon Dancer. They saved my life. The dark one with the white patch over her eyes leapt into the teeth of one of those dog-men, when my defenses were completely spent. She saved my life. I cry at her passing, too." ::reaches out and puts a hand on MD's shoulder:: * Michelle nods in agreement with Zoya, "I'll rend your soul apart if I have to." <Jelarthna> I don't....thank you. I don't think I'd be able to handle this without your support. ::looks at Michelle and the door MD and Jaret walked out of:: All of you. <Jaret> [geez, guys, show him how much you care why dontcha. ;)] <Jelarthna> [don't worry, we'll kill you and destroy your soul to protect you! with friends like these...] <Zoya> ::smiles:: You'll see. This time next month we'll be selling our tale to the bards. <Zoya> [Hey! I wasn't going to go so far as SOUL-rending! Sortof defeats the purpose, don't you think?] * Michelle snorts, "Whose selling. I'll be singing it myself thank you very much." * Moon Dancer places his hand on top of Jaret's, and nods. "You honor their spirits, Jaret. If I didn't know better, I'd say you had Kinfolk blood in you. Thank you." <Zoya> [Did you just channel Nhimorah, there, Jeff?] <Michelle> [Depends, was the purpose to kill Jel or save him?] <Jelarthna> ::smiles back weakly:: Sure we will. I'll be sure to give you and S'ayad'i first dibs. <Michelle> [No, Michelle has musical talents as well, she just hasn't demonstrated them yet. That's why she was singing while she was healing.] * Moon Dancer puts an arm around Jaret's shoulder, then embraces him. "Thank you, milord Malkier. For being a friend." * Zoya picks up a forgotten spoon and raps loudly on the counter. "Hellooo!" She's shouting toward the kitchen, hoping to attract the attention of some mugs. "Helloooo! I think I'm hungry, now!" <Jaret> ::embraces ND:: And thank you, Moon Dancer, for your friendship. <Michelle> Those two would leave through the kitchen. <Jelarthna> ::grins at Zoya:: <Moon Dancer> ::three mugs peek their 'heads' out of the kitchen, and jump up in surprise at seeing Zoya. Three bowls follow them out, filled with steaming hot stew:: * Moon Dancer lets Jaret go, and takes a moment to compose himself before motioning to the door. "After you, then?" <Jaret> By staying close to Jelarthna, we should be able to find out who is behind this, and exact ruthless revenge for all the villainy they have wrought. <Jelarthna> [no, ? = "] <Zoya> Ah! Stew. Excellent. ::she waves the first bowl on to Jelarthna, then scoops up the second and starts eating hungrily.:: * Moon Dancer nods to Jaret. "Aye. That I will." He smiles, and puts a hand on Jaret's shoulder. "That we will." <Jaret> Good. ::walks in through the back (side) door, through the kitchen, and back into the Hall's main room:: <Michelle> [Isn't that the opposite of the conversation we were having inside?] <Moon Dancer> ::the bowls scatter to everyone, followed by glasses of water:: <Moon Dancer> ::enters from the side alley, putting his hands in his pockets as he walks in:: <Jelarthna> ::looks at the stew, and stirs it around absently with the spoon:: <Zoya> Eat, Jelarthna. Our task will take strength. * Jaret starts to vault over the bar again, tests his knee again, and walks around the bar and back to his barstool. <Moon Dancer> ::pulls Michelle's earring out of his pocket, and hands it back to her as he walks to Jelarthna:: * Michelle pulls herself up and heads towards the kitchen, "Does anyone need anything else?" <Michelle> Thank you Moon Dancer. <Jelarthna> ::looks up at Jaret, then over at MD and lifts a bite to his mouth, then puts it back:: Dancer, I... I'm sorry. <Jaret> ::to Michelle:: You don't happen to have a weapon on you, do you? This is the first time I've been without even a pocketknife since I was eight. <Moon Dancer> ::waves his hand excitedly in front of Jelarthna:: No! Do not apologize. You do yourself honor and respect by keeping to your word. I was out of line to demand you break a promise. Blinded by anger, perhaps, but I let my anger get the better of me. It won't happen again. <Jelarthna> Perhaps, but it's my fault you were in that position. I won't let it happen again. <Michelle> I think I might have one hidden away, ::Michelle smiles mischievously and then enters the kitchen. The sounds of a piece of furniture being moved to block the door can be heard. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jelarthna, amused:: You still demand to take blame for this? ::he sits by Jel, and looks at him:: Did you ask for my help, Jelarthna? <Jelarthna> Actually, Jaret, I would be honored if you would use my sword. It might be a trifle long for your taste, but it knows how to bite a demon. <Jelarthna> ::thinking, looks at MD:: I actually don't recall. But I don't think I did. Not directly, anyway. <Jaret> Jelarthna, I... but what would you use? <Jelarthna> I have another sword, and I suspect I'll need my magic more than a blade in this fight, and I can't do both at the same time any longer. <Moon Dancer> ::to Jel:: Precisely. I accepted this, and I refuse to allow you to take the blame for this attack. I... ::looks at everyone in the Hall:: No, we all took this upon ourselves, and would again, if given the chance. You cannot say this is your fault. <Jelarthna> ::slowly detaches the sword's sheath and hands it to Jaret:: Wield it well. <Jelarthna> ::gives in and smiles at MD:: I surrender. I'll try to stop blaming myself for this. <Jelarthna> It will be hard though. <Jaret> ::takes the sword almost reverently:: I will strive to do you and the blade's forger honor. ::he begins to take off the rapier & main gauche sheathes and hang the longsword at his left hip:: <Moon Dancer> ::nods triumphantly:: Good. If you still doubted yourself when we go to face this man, I'm afraid you'd do more harm than good, Jelarthna. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jaret, oddly:: Jaret, you look like you need a blade to accompany that one... <Zoya> ::taps Jelarthna on the shoulder:: <Jelarthna> ::sighs:: Perhaps so. I'm a little more worried about other types of harm, though. <Jelarthna> ::looks at Zoya:: Yes? <Jaret> ::to MD:: I was going to see what Michelle came out with... <Michelle> ::The sound of furniture moving can be heard from the kitchen again. The door open and a much happier and slightly cleaner Michelle emerges. Her clothing now consists of a plain white silk kimono with a sky blue sash and her hair is done up in a towel on top of her head. In her had she carries a rapier that seems to be made from the same metal as Sealgair's swords (before they turned black). <Moon Dancer> ::looks around, not seeing Michelle:: Oh! I hadn't realized she left... <Zoya> ::firmly placing Jel's spoon in his hand:: EAT. <Jaret> Oh Michelle... it looks wonderful... <Jelarthna> ::looks ruefully between the stew and Zoya:: I was hoping you'd forget. I'll try to eat what I can, though. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Zoya, and then looks at the empty spot in front of him on the bar, then stands to walk to the kitchen:: I'm going to get some food before Zoya force-feeds me. Anyone need something? * Jelarthna reluctantly takes a bite of stew, and swallows with some effort. <Zoya> You'll eat that whole bowl, Jelarthna. ::her voice is stern, but she's smiling anyway:: * Michelle hands the blade to Jaret, "Thank you. I'm afraid that's only a loan though. I can make you one you can keep, but we don't have the time right now." <Jaret> It's a beautiful weapon, Michelle. I will treat it with the greatest of care. And don't worry about making me a replacement. I'll find one... somewhere. * Moon Dancer shrugs, and walks into the kitchen. <Zoya> [Are we great, or what? Neatly stopping just in time for the end of the session!] * Michelle puts her hand on Jaret's cheek and looks into his eyes, "It wouldn't be a worry, it would be a privilege." <Jelarthna> ::begins getting into a stew-eating rhythm, almost looking like he's in a training exercise:: * Moon Dancer walks back out with a plate of roast beef and some vegetables. <Zoya> ::grins, watching Jel eat:: Very good. <Moon Dancer> ::sits by the bar, and looks at Zoya:: When are you going to eat, Zoya? <Jelarthna> ::sputters and laughs, spraying a mouthful across the counter top:: * Jaret takes the rapier in his left hand, and slowly draws the ornate long sword Jelarthna lent him with his right. He hefts it a few times to get a feel for the weapon, then starts slowly going through some steps, and routines. The rapier dances lazy circles in his left, and the long sword flickers through the air, the lamplight dazzling off its gleaming surface. He seems to have mostly forgotten about everyone around him. <Moon Dancer> ::winks at Jelarthna:: <Zoya> ::she shows 'Dancer the 3/4-empty bowl in her hand:: Working on it. <Moon Dancer> ::nods:: Just making sure, mom. <Jelarthna> Sorry, I'll clean that up. ::looks around for a towel:: * Michelle pours herself a mug of juice, then gets to work on her bowl of stew. <Jelarthna> ::winks back at MD:: <Moon Dancer> ::takes a large forkful of food, and starts to eat quickly:: <Moon Dancer> Don't worry about the mess, Jelarthna. The dishes will get it... * Zoya cleans out her bowl and sets it down on the counter, sending it back to the kitchen with a fond pat on the rim. In a mock-threatening tone to Jel, "Are you stalling?" <Jelarthna> ::Looks dubiously at the stew splatter and says to MD:: Okay, doesn't seem quite fair, though <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: No ma'am! ::goes back to eating the stew, pausing occasionally to watch Jaret's movements:: <Jaret> ::the routine ends with a rapid series of double-slices and advances, and Jaret stands, slowly looking over the pair of weapons in his hands:: They're wonderful. ::he slides them into the sheaths at his side and turns, wincing at the very end:: "Mph! So much for that knee being completely better..." <Moon Dancer> ::waves his hand:: Domph menphon itf. Phey underphanb. <Zoya> ::chuckles:: <Michelle> Moon Dancer, you said you knew of a secluded spring or pond? <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Michelle:: Yesph. I do. ::looks at Zoya, embarrassed:: Sorry. I'm just in a hurry. ::sets empty plate down:: <Michelle> Jaret, that blade I gave you should be as effective against demons as the spells I was using today. <Jaret> ::walks (mostly normally) back to the bar, and sits down with everyone else:: <Michelle> Do you mind if I look into your mind to see it? <Jelarthna> ::motions to Jaret:: I don't think I've ever seen you fight before, but I from your routine there, you look to be one of the best I've ever seen. ::smiles a bit:: Glad you're on our side. <Moon Dancer> ::to Michelle:: I'll take you there, if you want, but I need to get some things, first. I don't feel safe travelling just yet. <Jaret> ::looks wide-eyed at Michelle:: I wasn't able to give your abilities the full attention they no doubt deserved, but do you mean to say that the blade will effectively destroy demons when it touches them? <Jaret> ::to Jelarthna:: You're too kind. There are too many ways that I still have to improve myself. <Jelarthna> ::eyes gleam a bit at MD's comment:: I'll insure your safety if you need to go anywhere. Somehow I don't think there would be another attack while I'm with you. * Michelle smiles, "It's not that powerful, but I've yet to find one it can't injure as easily as it would a mortal. Armor and magic are still problems, but it should ignore their innate defense." <Zoya> ::clears her throat:: You are not leaving the Hall or the Tower for the next few days, Jelarthna. <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jelarthna:: The last thing we need right now is to have you out in the open, Jelarthna. Given the ferocity of the attack on Zoya, I think any hint of your whereabouts would bring Hell itself down on our heads... <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head:: No, he has something else in mind for me. I just wish I knew what. <Michelle> Moon Dancer, while your offer of an escort is much appreciated, I wanted to use the spring to help recover my power so I can be ready for another attack. <Moon Dancer> ::nods understanding:: So did I, Michelle, after a sorts. I just figured that, since we both needed to go, two makes better travel than one. <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: I suspect I'll need all of you with me and healthy to get through this, and I won't let another attack like that happen if I can do anything to stop it. * Michelle blushes slightly. "Yes Moon Dancer, but in order to regain my powers, I need to bath." <Zoya> We'll all be there. <Zoya> [Er, At that attack, not while Michelle takes a bath.] <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Michelle, smile forming at the corners of his mouth:: And... ? <Jelarthna> [rofl] * Michelle swats Moon Dancers arm, "I know you haven't been away from your homeland long enough to have forgotten about modesty." <Moon Dancer> ::smiles widely:: Who said anything about modesty? I was just offering some company, someone to get behind your... ears. ::smile breaks into laughter, and MD chuckles to himself for a good while:: <Zoya> ::arches an eyebrow:: Are you implying there's no modesty *here*? ::glances down at her torn chemise, blushes a bit, then shrugs and grins:: I hope I can whip up an illusion to last me from here to the Tower... <Michelle> So how exactly does a walking carpet recover his powers? ::Michelle smiles:: <Jelarthna> ::to Zoya:: I can take care of that. ::pulls a long cloak out of his beltpouch and hands it to Zoya:: <Moon Dancer> It's the closest thing Faerun has to caerns, and that one just happens to be bubbling over with Gnosis. Without explaining our cosmology, it's still a long, drawn out process... <Michelle> No, but I don't know how much time Moon Dancer spends with his packmates. They certainly don't have any. ::Michelle continues to smile.:: <Zoya> ::looks narrowly at Jel's beltpouch:: Have you got an entire closet in there? ::But she takes the cloak and wraps it around her shoulders, fastening the front securely:: <Moon Dancer> ::smiles:: True. They don't have any, but they wouldn't care either. They're just wolves. <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Zoya:: As a matter of fact, I do. <Michelle> All right Moon Dancer, you can escort me. But I want your word you're not going to peek...Or gawk, leer, look, or anything else of the sort. <Moon Dancer> ::smiles:: Given, of course. <Zoya> ::laughs:: Naturally, you do. Will you stay here, or at the Tower? <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Jaret:: Will you be all right here? I'll be back in, say, an hour or so. You're welcome to stay. * Michelle smiles again, "Or to come with." <Moon Dancer> ::to Zoya:: Jelarthna should take you home, Zoya. It's better for both of you. <Zoya> ::whispering to Jel:: I notice she didn't make *Jaret* promise not to peek... <Jelarthna> I think it would be a good idea for all of us to stay here. We'll need to start planning as soon as possible. However, if you need to head back, I'll go with you, just in case. <Jelarthna> ::grins at Zoya:: <Moon Dancer> ::raises an eyebrow:: To come with? What do you mean? <Michelle> Oh nothing. ::Michelle starts studying the rafters:: <Zoya> I do have to return to the Tower, at least tonight. Why don't you escort me, Jelarthna, and we'll both return here tomorrow, to begin the planning... * Jaret stands up and flexes his knee a few times. "If anyone *is* thinking of going home for the evening, I'll be more than happy to provide an escort." ::a wide grin crosses his face:: "I might get a chance to use these two marvelous blades." <Moon Dancer> ::looks at Michelle, then smiles and looks at Jaret:: I see. ::to Jaret:: You could come, too, if you wanted. <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Zoya:: All right. Shall we be off then, M'Lady? ::offers his good arm:: <Jelarthna> ::to Jaret:: It would be a good idea for you to go with them. we should split up as little as possible. <Jaret> ::looks from the one-armed man & spell-less mage back to the gimpy werewolf and spell-less woman:: Are you sure? * Moon Dancer darts upstairs while everyone figures out where they're going. * Zoya laughs and takes Jel's arm. "Off we go, M'Lord!" <Jelarthna> ::to Jaret:: I still have my magic, and again, I'm pretty certain they won't attack me. * Moon Dancer comes back down with a bundle in his arm, and his klaive belted to his hack. "Jaret, you staying, going, or coming with?" <Jelarthna> ::opens the door for Zoya and himself, and waves to the others:: Good night, everyone. Get lots of rest! <Zoya> ::exits with Jelarthna:: <Zoya> Take care, everyone! See you soon! <Jaret> I'll come along, Moon Dancer. You can explain exactly what 'kinfolk' means on the way. <Michelle> Walk in moonlight. <Moon Dancer> ::motions to the door:: Of course, Jaret. After you milord, milady Michelle... <Michelle> Good. ::Takes one of Jaret's arms and one of Moon Dancer's arms.:: Lead the way my friend, for the night is still young, and many adventures await us. * Jaret squeezes out of the door ahead of Michelle and Moon Dancer, and heads off into the night. * Moon Dancer closes the door to the Hall, and locks it behind himself as the three leave, headed in the direction of the woods surrounding Marsember. |
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