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* Michelle comes in from the kitchen, crosses the room and unlocks the door. "Hall's Open!" * Michelle returns to the kitchen. She is dressed in a light weight green sweater and a red skirt. She is currently wearing an apron over this. Her moon earring is in her right ear. * Glossaria pushes her way in through the door, makes a beeline for the bar in a flurry of grey rags, and perches on a stool, leaning over the bartop and peering intently at the array of taps. * Maeli totters in leaning on her cane a bit, bag over her arm as usual. She lowers herself into a chair and sets her bag on the nearest table, and sighs with relief. * Jaret enters from the main door, impeccably dressed in dark grey breeches and jacket. A long, slim, black feather bobs from its perch in his wide-brimmed hat. His rapier hangs at its usual place at his side. "Well met, everyone!" * Michelle comes out of the kitchen, "Good evening all. Sorry to keep you waiting. What can I get for you this evening?" <Maeli> Just water for my bones tonight, child. * Ylrana wanders in, her silverish rasclinn at her heels. She's wearing her usual desert garb, although she has removed her face-cloth and turban. Her long hair is coiled in braids on top of her head. * Michelle proceeds to fill a mug with water and then walks it over to Maeli. "There you go." <Jaret> A glass of Arabellan Red would suit me wonderfully, Michelle. * Glossaria continues to look at the taps, moving her lips silently as if reciting something to herself. "Pardon me...Lady Michelle, was it? In what order are the taps, please? <Maeli> ::taking the mug from Michelle:: Thank you, child. * Glossaria smiles over her shoulder absently. "Well met again, Ylrana-sol." * Michelle returns behind the bar and proceeds to pour Jaret's usual, "They aren't in any order, and even if they were, it changes. Try counting them, I guarantee you'll get a different number every time." <Ylrana> Good evening to you, Glossaria... * Michelle sets Jaret's glass down in front of him. <Jaret> Thank you, Michelle. <Michelle> Hello Ylrana, what can I get for you this evening? * Glossaria opens her eyes very wide, her lower lip trembling slightly. "No...no order? No order at all?" * Glossaria furrows her brow in consternation, mumbling to herself again. <Ylrana> Good evening, Michelle-sol. Do you, perhaps, have quimez somewhere in your array of taps? I understand you carry many foreign drinks... <Michelle> None. You'd have to ask Zoya about it. I've never been able to determine if they were designed by Erdian, gnomes, or a madman. Or are all of those the same thing? <Michelle> Quimez, ::Michelle looks at the taps thoughtfully.:: <Glossaria> ::shakes her head, answering the question seriously:: No, Erdian was never a gnome, and the tap system, according to my notes, was in place before he frequented this establishment. And I doubt a madman could have arranged the rest of this so well. ::frowning thoughtfully:: Tho' I've not been able to find a great deal about this man, Sealgair. He could have been.... * Michelle glances at one of the wine glasses who shrugs in response. * Jaret involuntarily looks at the blackened swords over the hearth, bows his head slightly, and drinks some of his wine. * Michelle inspects the taps more closely. <Glossaria> Hmmm....well....::still intent on her original mission:: I had intended to try all the beverages here alphabetically. Perhaps you could suggest a better way to do it? By color? By type of beverage? <Michelle> Here we are, ::Michelle picks up a mug and fills it from one of the taps, then places the mug in front of Ylrana.:: Here you go. * Maeli opens her bag and pulls out several handfuls of white fabric. After hunting through the fabric laboriously for a few minutes, she finds the needle and begins sewing. <Maeli> ::looks up at Glossaria:: Start with the most exotic, and work backwards to the most common. * Ylrana grins at Michelle and takes a long drink <Michelle> Find a book on drinks and follow it. <Glossaria> ::smiles at Maeli and bobs her head in a small bow:: My thanks for the advice, goodwife, but some of the things here are so exotic that it would be difficult to distinguish between them. ::turning to Michelle:: And I tried to find a comprehensive book on drinks, but none seem as comprehensive as this collection. ::waving a hand at the taps:: <Glossaria> ::pushing back her hood and running a hand through her stubbly green hair:: Perhaps color would be easiest to keep track of...::thinks:: What do you have in black? <Michelle> So go through them one book at a time. * Ylrana finishes off her drink, drops a silver coin on the bar <Ylrana> I'd stay longer, but I have an appointment... good evening all * Ylrana leaves the Hall <Glossaria> ::raises her eyebrows and looks after Ylrana with a hint of disappointment:: * Tyl walks in and sits at the bar <Jaret> Tyl'gainia! Well met and good evening! * Michelle pockets the silver, "I guess no one told her that the first drinks free. I'll have to get Temire to return it to her later." * Maeli nods to Tyl as she enters and looks back down at her sewing. <Michelle> Good evening Tyl'gainia. <Tyl> Good evening Maeli, Jaret, Michelle... <Michelle> The usual Tyl'gainia? <Tyl> please... <Glossaria> Hmmm....maybe I will go book by book...I know I had one with me....::moving aside layers of clothing, searching for entry to a particular pocket:: Ah, here we are! ::flipping through the pages of a small red-bound book:: Absi-- no, wait, I tried that already. What's "acid rain"? <Glossaria> ::looking up from her book with interest:: * Michelle puts a few ice cubes in a glass, then sets it on the bar in front of Tyl and pours a few fingers of rum into it. * Tyl laughs <Tyl> Doesn't sound like anything I'd drink... * Michelle looks at Glossaria quizzically, "Acid rain as far as I know is dilute sulphuric acid. Can I see that book?" <Glossaria> ::raises her eyebrows and passes over the slim volume:: <Xarroch> ::The door bangs open and a large form works it's way through the door. His clothes are ill-fitting and his gait somewhat off...:: * Michelle exams the book. * Xarroch gives the room a once-ever * Jaret looks at the entering figure, tenses, and then relaxes. <Michelle> Xarroch, do you think it might be possible for you to use a slightly smaller form. Say one that doesn't make a scene every time it goes through a doorway. <Glossaria> ::idly kicks her feet against the rungs of the stool, looking around her casually:: <Xarroch> Greetings, Jaret, Michelle, Tyl. <Tyl> Oh, hullo big guy... <Xarroch> ::looks at Michelle:: I have enough trouble cramming myself into this form. ::grins toothily:: * Michelle looks back at the book, "Drinks for the Neighbors Pets. Um...Glossaria, I'd find a different book." * Michelle returns the book. * Glossaria overhears Michelle's comment and examines the newcomer interestedly. "You're a shapechanger?" * Michelle looks quizzically at Tyl, but decides not to ask. <Xarroch> ::laughs deep from his belly:: Of a sort, yes. And who are you? ::looking at Glossaria:: * Tyl downs her rum and shakes the empty glass at Michelle hopefully... * Michelle pours a few more fingers into the glass, "Should I just give you the bottle?" <Glossaria> ::slips off her stool for a brief, polite curtsey:: I'm called Glossaria. I'm the new Tower Librarian. <Xarroch> Ah, so you are Zoya's, then? * Tyl looks at Xarroch and winks at Michelle <Tyl> Only if he stays all night... * Maeli eyes Xarroch with more apprehension than she gave Ylrana, but continues sewing. * Michelle puts the bottle back beneath the bar a worried expression on her face. <Glossaria> ::smiling and cocking her head to one side:: By default, yes. I'm the Tower's. <Maeli> ::After a while, Maeli notices X's ill-fitting clothes and a soft *tsk* escapes her:: <Xarroch> Good, some of you I know so I can trust you. I will be back in a moment. * Xarroch works his way back out of the door, and just before it closes, a loud popping noise can be heard. * Tyl downs half of her rum * Glossaria hears Maeli's soft noise and puts a hand to her lips in a gesture of small dismay before moving over to Maeli's table. "My apologies, I was forgetting my etiquette. I've not met you before. I'm Glossaria, the new Tower Librarian." (Dropping a polite curtsey) <Tyl> I don't actually dislike him... he just makes me a bit... well, in any case, I feel better about him being in the room with a little alcohol in my system... <Glossaria> ::turns her head at looks at the door with a small frown:: Michelle, if I may ask...who was that...man? <Maeli> ::looks up at Glossaria's rags and tsks even louder:: A Librarian, child? Good for you. Doesn't that mad wench *clothe* you, though? <Tyl> <frowns a little> Who's a mad wench? <Jaret> He's... a friend of Jelarthna's. Beyond that, he has to explain himself. * Michelle sighs, a relieved look on her face, "Thank you Tyl'gainia. I was afraid you were thinking of pursuing him instead of Jelarthna." <Xarroch> [LOL!] <Michelle> ::To Glossaria:: That's Xarroch. He's a friend of Jelarthna's. He's been by a few times before. <Maeli> ::waves in the general direction of the Tower:: That... man-voiced priestess, there. <Glossaria> Mistress Zoya? No, she doesn't, I clothe myself. ::looking a little abashed:: I haven't gotten to Fashion, yet. I didn't do it right, did I? <Glossaria> Xarroch? Oh! The same one I read about? * Maeli clucks like a brooding hen and starts rummaging in her bag. * Tyl suddenly realizes what Michelle just said, and nearly drops her glass... <Tyl> THAT'S a terrible thing to suggest, Michelle! Holy Mystra! What do you think I want, a demon-child? Are you crazy?! * Michelle shrugs, "Possibly, I don't know what you've read." <Jaret> ::to Glossaria:: Yes, that Xarroch. * Maeli comes up with a dress, slightly used but serviceable enough. The dress is a dark green with tan piping trim. She holds it up to Glossaria, then pulls the needle out of her bundle of white fabric and begins applying it with careful, neat stitches to the green dress. "This ought to do, once I've fixed this one sleeve..." * Michelle looks at Tyl with a slightly amused expression, "Well, that was why I was worried. You've been awfully depressed lately, and haven't seemed to really want anyone to cheer you up. It's conceivable that your depression could have gotten that bad. I'm glad to hear it hasn't." <Glossaria> ::catching Tyl's comment:: Ah, so he *is* the demon! How interesting... <Jaret> ::coughs quietly:: And I believe it's considered slightly uncouth, or at least unworldly, to call him a "demon". There's another term I think he prefers... <Xarroch> ::the door bangs open again, and Xarroch comes inside, this time carrying Jelarthna's body, which is showing no signs of movement.:: * Tyl looks up and her face goes deadly pale. <Jaret> ::realizes he's being a little forward himself:: My apologies, Lady. I am Jaret Malkier, swordsman at large. ::bows to Glossaria:: <Glossaria> Oh? What is it, do you know? I didn't think he'd prefer the scientific term... <Tyl> What happened? ::she rushes over to Xarroch:: * Michelle sighs, "What happened to him this time?" Michelle moves out from behind the bar. "Come on Xarroch let's get him in one of the beds upstairs and see what we can't do for him." * Jaret notices Jelarthna as he rises from his bow. "What...?" * Maeli is intent on her sewing and doesn't notice anything. <Xarroch> The fool went and tried to take on a ::makes a sound like cross between a strangling cat and a garbage disposal::. <Glossaria> ::starts to respond to Jaret, and pauses in mid-action to look at Xarroch and Jel:: Oh, my... * Xarroch shakes his head. <Glossaria> He did? ::muttering under her breath something about "so that's how that's pronounced...":: Does he live? <Xarroch> He does not have any defense against such a beast, I TOLD him that! ::looks angry, and his eyes seems to glaze red for a moment:: * Michelle shakes her head, "I'll let him explain it. Then I'll let Tyl'gainia and Zoya try and beat a few more of those noble sentiments out of his skull." <Glossaria> ::blinking a few times:: And if he doesn't, are you planning to eat him? <Xarroch> He lives, but he may net be explaining anything for a while. He is beyond my power to help, and I did not know where else to bring him. * Tyl whirls around, hand up as if she plans to pop Glossaria one <Tyl> Shut up! * Xarroch glares balefully at Glossaria at her comment <Glossaria> ::looks dismayed and falls silent:: <Michelle> Bring him upstairs and I'll see what I can do for him. <Xarroch> I. do. not. eat. friends. <Maeli> ::without seeming to notice the tension, Maeli bites off a thread and looks up.:: Come here, Scholar. * Xarroch nods and follows Michelle upstairs. * Michelle goes up the stairs, unlocks a room, and holds the door open for Xarroch. * Tyl trails along after, absent-mindedly wiping tears off her cheeks <Glossaria> ::saying *very* quietly:: But the book said...hm. <Glossaria> ::meekly moves over to Maeli:: * Maeli holds the tress up to Glossaria, eyeing its length against her slight frame and checking the length of the arms. * Xarroch carries Jel into the room and in a surprisingly gentle way lays him on the bad. * Jaret stays downstairs, and sits down at the bar, glaring at the door to the Hall. <Glossaria> ::watches the small group move up the stairs, looking after them with dismay on her face but remaining where Maeli wants her:: <Maeli> It'll do. It could use a little hemming, but at least it's not... ::she sniffs at the rags:: You take this upstairs - don't bother them with the boy, now; they'll be worried and busy and you can ask your questions when they're done - and you put it on. * Michelle stands beside the bed for a moment with her eyes closed, then a faint white glow surrounds her right hand. <Maeli> And then you come back down here so I can see that it fits well enough. <Glossaria> It's...for me? Really? ::still looking worried, but unable to refrain from smiling a little at the unexpected gift:: <Xarroch> Normal healing and curative magics will not work on what ails him, I have tried. <Maeli> Yes, child, it's for you. Go on, try it on for me. <Glossaria> ::blushing:: Thank you, Goodwife...? * Michelle places her hand over Jel's head, and SLOWLY passes it over his body. A faint tracery like a forest canopy in winter follow her hand down his body. <Xarroch> ::Jelarthna's body jerk a couple of times, then remains still:: <Maeli> ::chuckles softly:: Maeli, child. * Tyl stares at Jelarthna, her hand over her mouth, trembling... * Michelle finally gets to Jel's feet and stops. "Tyl'gainia, you're skilled in the telepathic arts. Do you know anything about healing a damaged psyche?" <Tyl> Some... I've done a bit of psionic surgery recently... <Glossaria> Goodwife Maeli. Thank you! ::bobbing another curtsey and rushing up the stairs, dress in hand, casting an uncertain glance at the closed door before opening the door to the room across the hall:: <Tyl> More to help a student get a grip on his talents, but I think the principle would work the same... <Xarroch> The ::makes the cat/disposal sound again:: is a creature with powerful mental abilities. Jelarthna has no defense but his will against such. And for some reason, he was *not* at his best. Do any of you know why he was acting so oddly? <Michelle> Michelle thinks for a moment, "Why don't you try then. I can repair some damage to peoples' psyches, but I haven't received any formal training in such techniques. Given the delicate and intimate nature of such things I'm only will to do it if you can't or won't." <Xarroch> I found him for some reason taking up my old job in the Blood Wars. ::shakes head:: But he does not know all of the dangers there. <Xarroch> ::glares at Jel:: Fool! Why did you not come and get me?! <Tyl> I can try... ::roots around in her bag:: Michelle, can you get me a glass of water? ::pulls out some strange smelling plants:: * Michelle stares questioningly at Xarroch, then shakes herself out of her revelry, "Certainly Tyl'gainia. Do you require anything else?" * Glossaria bumps against the wall a few times in the room across the hall...there's a brief thud and an "OW" before she emerges a few moments later, clad in the neatly mended dress, smoothing it down over her thin frame. <Tyl> some prayers to Gods might help... <Tyl> ::turns to Xarroch:: stop inventing new curse words and tell me about this whatever the hell you called it. What does it do? What's it like, that sort of thing... * Michelle glances at Xarroch, "I'll ask them downstairs." Michelle leaves to get the water. * Glossaria starts to move down the stairs, but pauses at the top, staring at the closed door, fingers stroking the closed cover of her notebook anxiously. <Michelle> ::To the patrons downstairs:: Anyone who's in favor with their god might want to start praying for Jelarthna. His minds in a bad way, and seems intent on taking his body with it. <Xarroch> ::looks penetratingly at Tyl:: It is a demon that attacks the mind. It tries several different methods, attacking through the ego, or lack of confidence, or through a being's repressed side. * Michelle grabs a mug and disappears into the kitchen. <Tyl> You said Jel's been acting oddly recently... tell me about it... <Glossaria> ::moving slowly down the stairs, looking even more distraught:: Goodwife Maeli, my apologies--I love the dress--but... but I need to go...I have to...oh, dear...::gathers up the hem of her dress and rushes out the front door, running like a deer:: <Xarroch> Jelarthna is normally a strong willed elf, he should have recovered from such attacks by now. Whatever the creature did, it got deeply into his mind. ::through this speech hie eyes never leave Tyl's:: These beasts twist and destroy minds, granting eternal nightmares or completely disrupting the sense of reality. They force their victims into unspeakable act and let them remember... <Tyl> Unspeakable acts in a nightmare? Or actual real acts? <Maeli> ::blinks at Glossaria's flight, but shrugs and notes the fit:: <Xarroch> ::throws his arms in the air, causing some damage to the ceiling:: You tell me, little elf! He has been behaving oddly for some time now, just not... himself. <Xarroch> Both. * Michelle returns from the kitchen with the mug looking rather angry. * Michelle heads back up the stairs and into the room, "Here you go Tyl'gainia." * Michelle notices the ceiling and sighs. <Tyl> ::glares at Xarroch for about 1/2 of a second and then realizes that might not be entirely healthy:: I haven't seen him for several weeks... I don't know what he's been doing or how he's been acting... the last time I saw him, I nearly got killed trying to help him cover up for one of his little justice crusades! * Michelle looks at Xarroch, "Can you name anything in particular he's been doing that seemed out of character? Besides deciding to join the Blood Wars." * Jaret scoops his wine glass off the bar and downs the remainder. * Tyl takes the mug of water from Michelle and crushes her plants into it... the smell is like burning wool and wet dog combined... <Xarroch> He has been too preoccupied recently; thinking, but not thinking. <Tyl> Gods! I hate this stuff... ::drinks the entire mug of water in a single swallow:: <cough cough hack wheeze> * Glossaria plunges back in through the front door, breath ragged, clutching an immense tome to her chest that looks easily half her weight. She pauses in the middle of the floor before determinedly marching up the steps. * Michelle clasps her earring with her right hand and closes her eyes, muttering softly. <Xarroch> ::looks at Tyl:: You be careful with him, little elf. ::a hint of warning slips into his tone:: <Maeli> ::smiles slightly when she sees what Glossaria's hurry was:: * Michelle smacks Xarroch lightly on the arm, then goes back to her muttering. * Glossaria pauses again in front of the closed door before putting her hand to the knob, opening it, and slipping inside to tap Xarroch on the elbow. <Tyl> Don't threaten me... I care for him as much as you do. * Xarroch ignores Tyl and closes his eyes, starting a prayer of some sort. A soft glow encompasses him, then spreads to Tyl, Jel, and Michelle. * Michelle stops muttering and opens her eyes, apparently examining Jel again. * Tyl sticks her tongue out at Xarroch, then takes Jel's hand in hers, and places the other on his forehead. <Tyl> Don't disturb me, either of you. If I make a mistake, I could kill us both. * Tyl takes a deep breath... <Glossaria> ::a look of utter despair and frustration crosses her face for a moment...then, determination firms her features, and she quietly opens the book, balancing it on her knee, rips a page free of the binding, and puts it to her lips, beginning to chew:: <Tyl> ::speaking quietly to Jel, totally ignoring Xarroch and Michelle's presence:: In case I don't get to say it later... I love you, Jelarthna... here goes everything. * Tyl closes her eyes/ * Michelle turns to Xarroch, blinks her eyes in surprise a couple of times, then recovers, "Xarroch, what do you know about curses?" * Glossaria finishes the page, licks her lips, and begins to chant a quiet mantra as Tyl closes her eyes. The words are guttural, sounding much like the word Xarroch spoke earlier. * Michelle notices Glossaria, but decides to ignore her for the moment. <Xarroch> ::Xarroch turns opens his eyes and looks at Michelle for a moment:: I have learned a great deal about curses in my time in the Blood Wars, Michelle.. ::closes his eyes again and resumes his chant:: <Glossaria> ::a pained expression crosses her face, as if the words hurt her throat coming out, and a faintly glowing red mist escapes her lips like breath, drifting through the air to snuggle around Tyl's shoulders, seeming to support her:: <Michelle> Don't bother answering now, but think on this, and maybe you'll have an answer once Tyl'gainia's done. A month or two ago we had a ghost living in the Hall. Jelarthna got on this big crusade about punishing the man who hired the assassin to kill her. * Tyl grits her teeth together and sweat breaks out on her forehead <Michelle> Eventually he tracked the man down, dragged him here to the Hall, and confronted him with both his crime and the ghost. The man's dying act was to curse Jelarthna. I'm afraid I don't remember the words of the curse. * Glossaria continues her mantra, the mist thickening into the form of ghostly hands around Tyl's shoulders, supporting her and seeming to lend her strength even as Glossaria grows paler. * Xarroch glances at Tyl for a moment, and changes his tone a bit. The glow around the figures in the room extends to encompass Glossaria as well, and while not changing color or brightness, seems to become somehow more pure. <Michelle> Michelle notices the hands around Tyl's shoulders, then glares at Glossaria, before shaking her head resignedly. * Glossaria keeps up her chant, eyes closing, a thin trickle of whitish fluid leaking from one nostril. * Tyl relaxes a bit, her face growing more calm... and listening closely, it seems as though she is singing, very very softly... * Jaret glumly sits on his barstool, occasionally looking hopefully at the stairs, but mostly glaring at the door. * Maeli has gone back to sewing in the white fabric. She glances up at Jaret. "It'll freeze that way." * Jaret looks at Maeli, hmphs, and continues glaring at the door. <Maeli> What d'ye expect to see come through there, anyhow? <Jaret> I don't know. But if it's whatever knocked Jelarthna out, I'd like to be more or less ready for it. * Tyl grinds her teeth together and looks extremely determined... <Maeli> Ye think, even if that brute left it alive when he took the boy away, that it would risk facing him again? * Glossaria continues her chant, a light ivory froth forming around her lips. <Xarroch> ::Jelarthna's body begins to toss around a little bit:: <Jaret> I don't know. Do you, lady? <Maeli> ::tugs her stitch a bit tighter:: I doubt it. But ye can be ready without bein' so... Angry. Demons feed on anger, I've heard. * Tyl groans and begins to pant, her chest heaving with the effort. * Michelle approached the bed and sits on Jel's legs in an attempt to restrain his motion some. * Glossaria licks her lips and shudders, and redoubles the speed of her chant. The hands-- with long and strangely jointed fingers-- around Tyl's shoulders look almost solid now. <Jaret> Can I be ready without being angry? Lady, Jelarthna has been a truer friend to me than I could possibly hope for. How could I possibly sit and await his killer *without* being angry? <Maeli> Then ye must learn not to project it. Have I not heard of you as being a fine swordsman? I thought anger was a swordsman's enemy. * Tyl gasps, falls out of her chair and screams! In her hands is an inky black slimy twisted thing, which is wrenching itself around like a large, angry snake <Jaret> Uncontrolled anger is a warrior's enemy. Uncontrolled emotion is the warrior's enemy. Tamed, controlled, and forged in a white-hot flame, and it only makes the edge of the warrior's skill that much sharper. * Jaret starts at the scream, his rapier out in a silver flicker. * Michelle leaps off the bed, her body suddenly surrounded in a brighter white glow. <Maeli> ::looks up at the scream:: <Xarroch> ::Jel's body tenses for a moment, then seems to settle more peacefully in the bed:: * Glossaria 's eyes jerk open at the appearance of the black thing, her pupils white. * Xarroch breaks off his chant and takes the thing from Tyl's hands. <Tyl> ::the black thingy squirms and flops, it's tendrils reaching towards Tyl's face:: * Jaret almost flies up the stairs, as fast as his legs can carry him. * Michelle grabs the thing, her aura flaring around her hands before she makes contact with it. <Xarroch> ::it seems to struggle even more as Xarroch touches it, but he carefully pulls it away from Tyl * Maeli looks around and realizes she is alone in the common room. She carefully pulls a knitting needle from her bag and sets it on the table before going back to her sewing. * Tyl lets go of it and scrabbles away, her eyes wide with fear. * Glossaria the hands around Tyl's shoulders move in front of her, blocking her from the black slimy worm. <Xarroch> Don't worry, it can't do any further harm. * Michelle backs away as Xarroch seems to have control of the thing, "What the Hell is that thing?" Michelle's aura hasn't diminished in the slightest. <Xarroch> ::shakes head:: It won't even survive long out here. <Tyl> Pardon me... ::leans over and vomits into the chamber pot:: <Xarroch> ::as the thing's struggles start to wane, Xarroch simply drops it on the floor and seems to forget about it:: * Michelle keeps an eye on the thing, "So what is it?" * Jaret stops outside the room, and pounds on the door with the bellguard of his sword. "Xarroch!" <Xarroch> It is one of the tools of the ::cat/disposal noise again::. I did not realize that it had had a hold of Jelarthna long enough to use it. <Tyl> ::weakly:: very disgusting? <Xarroch> It's alright, Jaret. Tyl just save Jelarthna's life. Good work, little elf. <Michelle> ::Michelle's aura fades away and she turns to Tyl:: How are you doing? * Glossaria moves one hand in a strange gesture, the tone of her mantra changing slightly. One red hand forms a fist, which comes down hard on the faintly writhing black worm, smooshing it to a foul-smelling paste. * Jaret relaxes, and comes down the stairs. * Tyl holds up her hand in a "wait a minute" gesture and vomits again <Jaret> They say it's all over. I hope they're right. <Maeli> Ah? Well, I'm sure they know better than I do. That's good. ::puts her knitting needle away:: * Glossaria drops the mantra, and nearly falls over, herself, as the hands suddenly evaporate into a sulphurous puff of smoke. <Michelle> Glossaria, how are you? * Xarroch deftly catches Glossaria before she falls <Xarroch> And you, little one! What are you to be using Demon Wards? <Glossaria> ::weakly:: Tyl? Move over...::pushing over to the chamber pot herself and vomiting more of the icky ivory white stuff, and coughing:: Ew. Blood... * Xarroch looks curiously at Glossaria's vomit. * Michelle looks at the ceiling, "I DEFINATELY need to have a talk with Zoya about her charges." <Glossaria> ::coughing again and swallowing carefully, her voice sounding hoarse when she finally speaks:: What am I? ::wiping her face with one hand:: Stupid, I think. ::blinks:: Oh, my. Was that humor? <Xarroch> ::laughs:: Perhaps it was, at that! * Xarroch looks over Jelarthna's body, and nods sagely. <Xarroch> Good, the danger to his body is past. <Glossaria> ::some of the color coming back into her face as she smiles wanly:: I made a joke. <Michelle> Feeling any better Tyl'gainia? <Xarroch> ::looks oddly at Glossaria for a moment:: Thank you for helping my friend, all of you. * Tyl struggles weakly to her feet, wiping her mouth * Xarroch breathes deeply for a moment, and a smile spreads across his face, but there is not joy in this expression, only menace and a chilling invitation to violence. <Xarroch> And now it is time for the payback... ::his voice is quiet, and even his pores seem to exude danger:: <Glossaria> ::sitting up, looking better as the minutes pass:: I'm sorry about what I said before...I...umm...don't get out often, and sometimes I don't think about how people feel about things. <Tyl> ::takes out a handkerchief and wipes her mouth more carefully:: Is he... ::moves over to the bed and looks at Jel:: <Xarroch> I quite understand that, little one. We can talk another time about how you came to use demon magic, but I have something to do now... * Michelle heads for the door, "Tyl'gainia, Glossaria, I'm going to get you some water. Do you want anything else?" <Xarroch> He will live, little elf, but that is only his body. Only you can save his mind now. <Tyl> Water would be lovely... ::she looks at Jel:: <Glossaria> ::looks meek:: I don't suppose you have any library paste, do you? * Michelle heads out the door and down the stairs. * Xarroch nods to Michelle and makes his way out the door and down the stairs, his stride reminiscent of a tiger stalking it's prey. * Michelle goes into the kitchen, grabbing two mugs on the way. <Xarroch> Jaret! Would you like to come with me on a little trip? ::feral grin:: <Glossaria> ::cocks her head to one side, regarding Xarroch's back:: You know, he looks more like his portrait when he smiles... * Tyl takes a deep breath and picks her chair up... <Jaret> Where to? ::standing:: <Glossaria> ::glancing at Jel's quiet form before struggling to her feet, shaking the wrinkles from her dress, and making her way to the stairs carefully. * Michelle comes back out of the kitchen, "Jaret, if you're going with him could you wait a moment?" <Tyl> ::very sternly:: You'd better stop doing this... I'm not inexhaustible, you know... Next time you pull a stunt like this, I'm going to kick your ass for you... * Glossaria sighs heavily and turns back toward the room, stooping to pick up the huge book and make her way downstairs with it, clutching it protectively. * Maeli notes the time and begins to put her sewing away. <Jaret> ::to Michelle, looking briefly at Xarroch:: I'll wait as long as I can. <Xarroch> I'm going to pay a visit to the creature that hurt our friend. Nearly every creature there will want to kill me there, and I would welcome some help while we're there. What I want to do may take a while... * Michelle heads up stairs with the mugs, handing one to Glossaria as they pass on the steps. <Maeli> ::to Glossaria:: You tell that... You tell the priestess that you need at least one more dress. You tell her I said so. <Glossaria> ::thumps the book down on a table and accepts the mug with a tired smile. <Glossaria> ::her smile brightening as Maeli addresses her:: Yes, Goodwife Maeli. Many thanks. No one's ever given me anything before. ::blushing a little:: * Michelle enters the room, "Here you go Tyl'gainia. I'll be back in a moment to check up on the two of you. I've got to go make sure Jaret doesn't get himself killed helping Xarroch avenge Jelarthna." * Michelle leaves the room and enters the one across the hall, closing the door behind her. <Tyl> ::sighs and smiles at Michelle:: Men... <Glossaria> ::running a hand over the trim:: It's a beautiful dress. * Michelle exits the room and heads back down stairs. * Tyl drinks a few sips of water, then swishes her mouth out and spits in the chamberpot * Glossaria sips her water, sighing gratefully as her abused throat tissues are soothed. <Maeli> ::looks slightly uncomfortable, herself:: 'Twas nothing, child. I was going to give it away anyhow. It's just a secondhand frock. But if you live in that Tower, then you shouldn't have to wear beggar's clothes. You make that woman buy you a good dress, and then you can wear that one if you're going to get mussed. <Xarroch> Make whatever preparations you need, Jaret. I can wait, but I prefer not to! * Michelle approaches Jaret, a leather thong with a stone medicine wheel hanging from it in her hands, "Jaret, if you're going with Xarroch, then wear this. I can't guarantee that it will protect you, or even that it will allow me to know if you're in danger, but it's the best I can do for you on such short notice." <Glossaria> Well, it was very kind of you, thank you. ::impulsively giving Maeli an awkward hug:: * Jaret grins at Xarroch. "Born ready." * Michelle raises her hands towards Jaret. <Glossaria> [snort...men.] * Maeli smiles a bit and pats Glossaria on the shoulder. <Maeli> Well, now. You're welcome, child. * Jaret takes the medicine wheel from Michelle. "Thank you, Michelle. When Jelarthna wakes up.. try to get him to stick around a bit before he runs off if you could. Please?" * Jaret puts the medicine wheel around his neck, and tucks it inside his shirt. <Maeli> ::stands slowly, with the support of her cane, and carefully picks up her bag. * Tyl looks around and suddenly starts to weep... blindly she reaches for her chair, sits and buries her face in Jelarthna's chest. <Glossaria> ::looking at Xarroch:: You be careful with him. My throat can't take that twice in one week, I think. * Michelle smiles, "I don't think Tyl'gainia's going to let him get very far. But I'll tie him down to that bed if that's what it takes to keep him in one place long enough for Zoya to flock him as well." * Maeli glances up the stairs, sighs, and slowly hobbles out into the street... * Xarroch stands and grins, flexing seemingly his entire body as it seems to expand, the clothes tearing away from it, and his demon form revealed in all of it's fanged, horned, and winged nastiness <Xarroch> ::looks at Glossaria:: Do not worry for Jaret, worry for whatever stands in my way! * Jaret sheathes his sword. "Well, ready?" <Michelle> Glossaria, can you make it back to the Tower, or do you want to spend the night here? <Glossaria> ::eyes widen slightly, and flick to different parts of Xarroch's anatomy as if mentally cataloging and comparing to a list:: Well, yes, of course, but have care regardless. * Xarroch nods and somehow manages to get through the door without damaging the frame too badly * Jaret follows Xarroch out the door and into the blackness. <Glossaria> ::shakes her head:: I guess there are good demons... What Michelle? Oh... no, I should make it back safely, it's not that far. And I need to get this book back to the Library, and repair the page. <Xarroch> ::a loud popping noise can be heard even through the closed door:: <Michelle> Well, I should be locking up, and I need to check on Tyl'gainia and Jelarthna. <Glossaria> Many thanks, though. ::smiling a little:: Everyone here is so kind.. .::waving awkwardly and toddling out the door, arms wrapped around her book:: * Michelle locks the door and heads upstairs to comfort Tyl. |
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