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* Nacheyla wanders in, looking somewhat harried and unlocks the door, <Nacheyla> Hall's Open <Nacheyla> Good evening, all. Sorry I'm running late, but one of the mugs thought it was funny to hide the key from me... * Lisl sweeps in through the door, the scent of the forest flowing off her clothes and hair. "Up to their old tricks again, are they?" <Nacheyla> Good evening, Lisl... get you some mulekick? * Philister shuffles in through the door, some cobwebs dragging from the hem of his cloak. He blinks blearily at Nacheyla. "You again? Moon Dancer isn't overworking you, is he? Ah, well. Mug of meade, please." <Nacheyla> ::grins at Philister and pours him a meade:: Actually, since I was hired, I haven't seen Moon Dancer * Zoya strolls in and perches on a barstool. <Lisl> Yes, please. Phil! Good to see you again, old friend. What have you been up to? House cleaning, or dungeon crawl? Or is that the same thing? ::grinning:: <Philister> Hmph. Figures. ::drinks some meade:: <Zoya> Good evening! And a very lovely one it is, too... <Nacheyla> ::pours Lisl a mug of mulekick and sits it gently down on the bar:: <Philister> I don't clean house, Lisl dear. Spoils the appetite and unbalances the room. <Nacheyla> Good evening Zoya... get you something? <Zoya> Cider would be fine. <Nacheyla> ::pours Zoya a mug of cider:: <Lisl> Unbalances the room? ::chuckles:: I didn't think you had *that* much stuff. * Lisl takes a swallow of 'kick. * Philister shrugs. I'm working on a theory that dust and such doesn't collect randomly, but covers things that need covering. I figure I'll do the first results check in a decade or so. * Temire enters the Hall and perches on a stool. She's dressed in her usual undyed shirt and pants, but is wearing a rapier on her hip. <Temire> Good evening everyone. <Nacheyla> Good evening, Temire... get you a drink? <Temire> Meade please. * Nacheyla pours Temire a mug of meade... * Philister looks around a little, sighs, and asks Nacheyla, "I don't suppose Drachnaerbaen's been around lately?" <Nacheyla> ::blinks:: I don't think I've even heard of him... * Temire sips her meade. <Philister> Oh. Oh, well. <Lisl> Temire, it's good to see you. Your brother said you were well, but little else. How are you? * Jelarthna glides in to the Hall, wearing his travelling clothes and moving with a smooth, graceful ease. <Lisl> ::glancing at Phil with a blink of surprise:: Drach? Has *he* been in town lately? <Temire> Very relieved that Mistress Nacheyla was able to return him to us. * Zoya takes a deep drink of cider. <Jelarthna> Good evening, my friends! <Nacheyla> ::looks up:: Oh, evening, Jelarthna... how are you? Have you seen Xarroch? I've got a new lead on the vampire, and I was wondering if he wanted to come hunting again... <Philister> ::to Lisl:: Not that I'm aware of. 'S why I asked. <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head:: I am afraid I have not hear from him recently, no. <Nacheyla> Ah well... I should do my own job, I guess... Speaking of which, can I get you a drink? <Nacheyla> ::turns to the bar and pours herself a mug of coffee:: <Lisl> ::narrowing her eyes a little as she looks back at Temire again:: And your desire to seek revenge? How do you feel about it now? <Jelarthna> Some beer, I think. * Nacheyla wraps her hands around the mug and sighs. <Nacheyla> Certainly... ::gets Jel a mug of beer:: * Temire looks at the bar and squirms a little, "I'm not sure..." * Philister drinks some meade. <Lisl> ::takes a sip of her 'kick:: If you're not interested in revenge anymore, that's alright. Actually, that's great. But if you are, you may want to talk to your brother and Yohko about it some more. <Temire> Lisl...Is it alright to be so angry? * Jelarthna nods at Temire <Lisl> ::nods and takes another sip:: It's perfectly alright to be angry, especially when you have just cause for your anger. What matters, however, is what you *do* about your anger. Anger's a powerful emotion, and powerful emotions can be dangerous. ::snorts a little:: Trust me, I know...I was taught that from a *very* early age. <Temire> So what should you do with your anger? * Jelarthna shivers just a bit and takes a long sip from his mug. <Lisl> ::glances sideways:: Cold, Jel? <Jelarthna> ::shakes head:: No, just remembering some things I've learned the hard way. * Philister drinks some meade, looks into the mug, and drinks some more. <Nacheyla> ::peers into her coffee, as if hoping to see some truth in there:: Unfortunately, all important lessons are learned the hard way... <Jelarthna> Actually, I have had some trouble with anger recently, myself... For one I was actually being manipulated, but it only led me further into the influence of an evil force that was trying to consume me. <Lisl> ::laughs without humor:: Work at making sure your anger doesn't overcome your reason. Anger can energize and sustain you, but you should never let it make decisions for you. That's when people get rash, and rash people generally wind up dead. <Jelarthna> Or making mistakes that they will have to live with for a long time. Some things you can never take back. * Temire gets a thoughtful look on her face and sips her meade. <Jelarthna> ::turns a somewhat pained gaze to Temire:: So where are your feelings leading you? What do you want to do? * Nacheyla wraps her hands around the mug and sits on her barstool... * Lisl nods agreement with Jel as she takes another sip of 'kick. * Temire shakes her head, "I'm not sure anymore. I mean...I was so angry, and then there wasn't any cause to be angry anymore...now I just don't know." <Lisl> Nacheyla? Might I have a bit of dinner? I got in late and didn't have time to eat...::scratches her cheek:: I think there's still some venison left. ::looks hopeful:: How are you at steak tartar? <Nacheyla> ::grins:: give me a minute... sauce takes a while... ::disappears into the kitchen:: <Zoya> ::laughs:: How does one mess up steak tartar, Lisl? You cut the steak, you put it on the plate, you give it a dash of horseradish and a sprig of something decoratively green... <Temire> Lisl...was I being rash the other day? <Jelarthna> ::cracks a grin:: Consider things closely, then. Sometimes when you feel things strongly enough, they seem to... subside, or hide for a while, and then burst out again, full force. Try not to let yourself do anything rash. Trust me, that can get you into all kinds of problems. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: Resurrections can be confusing, I agree. There *is* still cause...after all, someone *still* committed an act of murder against your kin. He just happened to survive it. ::grin:: * Philister drinks some more meade. <Lisl> ::looking up at Zoya:: Hey, *anything's* possible. My cousin can burn water, if she's not careful. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow:: The other day? You mean, when you were last here? * Temire laughs, "How does your cousin manage that?" <Temire> Yeah. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: I have *no* idea. All I know is that she ruined one of Mother's alembics that way, and now Mother won't let her into the kitchen *or* the lab unsupervised. <Lisl> ::shrugs a shoulder:: You're young, Temire, and you can't always be expected to make the right decisions. You were angry-- that's perfectly understandable, and natural. You *wanted* to do something, to revenge your brother right away, but you didn't. So no, I wouldn't say you acted rashly. <Lisl> ::grinning:: Truth be told, though, had you tried to go off alone for vengeance, you *would* have had help, whether you wanted it or not. I don't let friends kill themselves needlessly. * Temire frowns, "Master Yohko and Mistress Michelle didn't exactly give me an opportunity." <Nacheyla> ::heard from the kitchen:: hey, Lisl, some of us old people make the wrong decisions, too... ::bang thump:: dammit. where did I put that Worcestershire sauce? * Lisl a shadow crosses her face momentarily, before she shrugs it off and takes another sip of 'kick. <Jelarthna> ::examines Temire:: If they had not stopped you, would you have gone seeking vengeance? <Lisl> ::grins:: That was probably deliberate. ::raising her voice to be heard in the kitchen:: Yeah, we do...but we're more likely to survive them. And if we don't, it's our own damn fault...we were old enough to know better. * Temire thinks for a moment then shakes her head, "I just don't know. I was just so angry and no one was doing anything." <Lisl> And by the way, look in the cabinet over the stove...there was one there.... <Nacheyla> Thanks! <Jelarthna> ::nods:: Actually, when you are fully in the throes of anger, often nothing is the best thing to be doing. It is hard, though. <Nacheyla> ::comes back in with a tray:: Here you go, Lisl... <Lisl> Finding another outlet is helpful, too. That's one of the reasons I offered to spar with you, if you wanted. ::grin:: I'm always willing to take abuse for a good cause. <Nacheyla> Actually, Temire, we were doing something... we were trying to figure out the best thing to do... I for one, was all in favor of resurrection. One alive body rather than several more dead ones. I know some people who would argue with that... <Nacheyla> The funeral director, the coffin makers, people like that... ::grins:: I'm so sorry to disappoint them <Lisl> Mmmm....thank you, Nacheyla. It smells *wonderful* ::nose twitching, she starts to reach out a hand, before looking a trifle abashed and pulling out her eating knife:: <Jelarthna> ::snorts:: And Xarroch. <Lisl> Xarroch? He likes people better dead than alive? * Temire shakes her head, "Master Yohko sparred with me a few times, but pronounced that I was letting my anger interfere too much with my abilities and that she couldn't train me properly until I'd learned to control my anger better." <Jelarthna> Xarroch has a tendency to hit things as problem solving. ::chuckles:: * Nacheyla takes another sip of her coffee <Lisl> ::nods, transferring a pile of meat from plate to knifepoint to mouth in one smooth function and seeming to swallow it whole:: It's a tough lesson to learn, but it can be *very* useful. An angry, unfocussed enemy is liable to make mistakes...that's part of the reason so many cultures have taunting rituals before a fight. But an angry, *focussed* enemy is exceedingly dangerous. ::grins a little, a hint of a yellow twinkle showing in her eye: <Nacheyla> ::grins at Jelarthna:: My oldest grandson was like that. He made a fine warrior... <Jelarthna> Anger can be harnessed to aid in a fight. But sometimes it is too much. And there is not always a fight handy when you need it. The thing is not to let it bottle up and eat at you. <Jelarthna> ::grins back at Nacheyla:: It can be a good trait for that, yes. It helps to be very strong and fast, too. * Temire sips her meade. <Lisl> ::shrugging a shoulder and transferring another large knifeful of meat to her mouth:: Doing kata can help. Shadowfighting helps, sometimes. ::grins:: Fear can do wonders for harnessing anger. <Lisl> ::glancing at Jel with a grin:: Or a demon. ::taking a sip of 'kick:: <Jelarthna> ::chuckles:: Or that, yes! <Lisl> There are monks in the far eastern realms who learn a technique for shedding anger, so it doesn't get in the way of their meditations. That's a possibility, too. You may want to discuss your options with Yohko, now that you're in a position to do so. * Temire nods, "Master Yohko been making me meditate and practice my katas a great deal since Mistress Nacheyla resurrected Lucius." <Lisl> ::swallows another three slices of meat, licking a spot of juice from the corner of her mouth:: Personally, I go with using my anger. ::grins again, with that unusual gleam:: But everyone's different. <Lisl> ::nods:: It keeps you active, at least. It can be hellish to be angry *and* bored. That's when people are most likely to go do something stupid. * Jelarthna chuckles ruefully <Lisl> But...::puts her hand on Temire's:: If you *really* want to do something, ask your Master. If you ask calmly and rationally, and agree to follow her lead, she may be able to find some way you can help without getting yourself in more trouble than you can handle right now. <Nacheyla> ::blinks a few times and looks at Lisl:: When did you become Baelic? * Temire bows as much as she can while sitting on a stool, "Thank you for your advice Mistress Lisl." <Jelarthna> And you know you can always come to us for help whenever you need it. ::smiles:: <Lisl> ::shakes her head and chuckles:: You don't need to bow to me, Temire. I just survived enough of my own stupidity in my youth that I don't want to see you following in my footsteps. But still, *I* think you have a right to help in this matter, if you can. Your master may not agree. <Lisl> ::glances at Nach:: Baelic? ::frowns in puzzlement:: * Philister drinks some more meade. * Temire smiles and sips her meade. <Nacheyla> Last week, while we were all arguing, Rhys was being Bael's advocate...? <Lisl> ::nods agreement with Jel:: I wouldn't mind a piece of those bastards, either, personally, but the brother is a Dragon, and they've got funny ideas about "procedure" sometimes. ::smiles faintly, as if amused by a memory:: * Lisl takes a swallow of kick, and resumes vacuuming her plate from a distance. <Jelarthna> There is certainly something to be said for laws and obeying them. ::shakes head:: But laws are not necessarily about justice... <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow:: And justice isn't always about what's right. There's something to be said for mercy too, you know.... <Nacheyla> There's something to be said for it, all right... I just wish people would stop saying it and start *doing* it... <Jelarthna> ::grins:: Oddly enough, that has always been more Xarroch's purview than mine. <Lisl> ::gives Jel a long, musing look over a dripping piece of steak:: You know, somehow that doesn't surprise me. ::eats the steak:: * Temire looks startled by Jel's statement, "You mean you leave mercy to be decided by a demon?!?" * Philister finishes off his mug of meade. * Philister stands and stretches. "I think I'll be getting along. Experiments to resume and the like. Good evening, everyone." <Jelarthna> ::laughs lightheartedly:: No, it's not that, so much. My mission has always been one of righting wrongs, helping against oppression, and similar sorts of things. Xarroch... Xarroch lived for literally hundreds of years among other demons and oceans of cruelty, his sole purpose that of saving others. <Lisl> ::polishing off another piece of steak with relish:: No, I think he means that Xarroch has more mercy than Jel does... <Jelarthna> Good night, Philister. <Nacheyla> Good evening, sir. Sleep well... <Lisl> Good night, Phil! If I see Drach, I'll tell him you were looking. ::grin:: You should try the Nine Hells, though. * Philister waves as he exits the Hall. <Zoya> ::nods a farewell to Phil:: * Zoya swigs back the rest of her cider and stands. <Jelarthna> Leaving, Zoya? * Lisl takes another healthy swallow of her 'kick, and peers into the mug, swishing it around and nodding with satisfaction when little blue flames dance on the surface. <Zoya> I'd better run as well. Good night, everyone! <Nacheyla> Good night... <Jelarthna> Be well! <Lisl> Sleep sweet, Zoya. * Temire sips her meade. * Lisl finishes her portion of venison, and looks like she very much wants to lick the plate but doesn't quite dare. "Thank you, Nacheyla. That was wonderful." <Lisl> ::turning to look Temire up and down:: So...feel better about it, now? <Nacheyla> ::winks at Lisl:: Thanks... glad you liked it... I usually think I'm better at cooking food... <Temire> I think so. <Jelarthna> ::smiles:: Good! <Lisl> ::grinning:: As opposed to serving it raw, you mean? I like it better this way, actually. <Lisl> More flavor. <Lisl> ::nods:: Good. Just-- please, promise me that whatever you decide to do, you won't do it alone, okay? <Temire> I promise Lisl. <Nacheyla> You sound like my fourteenth daughter... she was a druid and had a big thing for raw meat after a while... <Jelarthna> ::nods, grinning slightly:: Right, don't act like me. <Lisl> ::nods:: Good. Yeah. ::points at Jel with her thumb:: He's a bad example. And come to think of it, so am I, usually. ::grins:: I must be mellowing in my old age. <Jelarthna> ::looks quizzically at Nach:: How many offspring have you had? * Temire finishes her meade, "I should probably head back." <Nacheyla> ::grins:: thirty seven... <Lisl> A druid, and a meat-eater? I thought most of them turn vegetarian... something about their food talking back to them.... * Temire places a coin on the table and heads for the door. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: Woman, that's worse that *me*! <Lisl> 'Night, Temire. Sleep sweet. <Jelarthna> Temire, would you like me to walk you home? <Nacheyla> How many children did you have? ::picks up Temire's coin and waves:: <Nacheyla> As she developed her skill, she grew fond of the shape of a lioness... <Nacheyla> ::smiles fondly:: <Temire> Umm...::Temire thinks for a few moments::...Yes please. * Jelarthna pulls out a small jingling pouch and sets it on the counter. <Nacheyla> ::gives Jel a glare:: Um, no... Rhys said so... <Jelarthna> ::smiles to Nach:: You'll have to tell me about them some time. <Lisl> Hmmm....let's see...I always carried multiples, but they were spaced far apart sometimes...::starts counting on her fingers, moving quickly to the other hand:: <Jelarthna> ::laughs:: Ask Lisl how well I listen! * Jelarthna smiles at Temire and offers her his arm. <Lisl> 'night, Jel! ::chuckles:: <Jelarthna> Good night! <Nacheyla> If you have no use for this ::hands him the pouch:: I know a beggar on Snail street who could use a few meals... * Temire smiles at Jel, "I'd better not. Mistress Tyl'gainia might take offense when she gets back." <Lisl> Ummm....26. No-- wait-- twenty-seven. <Lisl> ::smiles fondly:: <Jelarthna> ::laughs again:: Very well, then. ::flourishes a bow and opens the door for Temire:: * Temire exits the Hall. <Nacheyla> ::to Lisl:: Is Mistress Tyl'gainia his sweetheart? ::nods at Jel:: <Lisl> ::shakes her head, and peers into her mug again:: Just a bit left... ::tips back her head and swallows:: I should be getting home. <Lisl> ::grins and nods:: After a fashion. I don't know how formal an arrangement they have, if at all. but they're close. <Nacheyla> That's sweet... <Nacheyla> ::reaches into her pocket:: Dammit. ::looks around at the mugs:: Which one of you took the key this time? <Lisl> ::looking serious:: She saved his life more than once. Actually, I think they saved each other, in a way... but that's a long story, and not mine to tell. <Lisl> ::puts her mug on the counter and gives it a pat on the backside:: <Nacheyla> I'm looking forward to meeting her... ::touches her amulet:: I think we have a lot to talk about... <Lisl> Most likely. It would be wonderful if you could help her with her little... rodent problem. ::grinning:: I'll be off, then. Goodnight! <Nacheyla> Good night... * Lisl turns up her collar against the chill and exits. * Nacheyla begins berating the mugs, shaking her finger at them sternly. |
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