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<Tyl> ::Tyl's house, inherited from her grandfather, is decked in gaily colored silk buntings and there are hundreds of candelabras lighting the rooms.:: * Tyl walks into the main hall, wearing a stunning gown of green velvet. * Tyl looks around, cueing the musicians as her guests, mostly lower nobles and prominent merchants, begin filing into the room. Several long tables are set for dinner along the room. * Jelarthna follows just behind Tyl, wearing black hose, a fine linen tunic,and a very fancy jacket with green highlights and tasteful lace trimmings. His hat is small and trim and designed much like the jacket, with a lovely plume rising to the rear. * Meghan walks into the Manor with Kevil next to her. Her dress is dark blue velvet with a rounded neckline than was just slightly off the shoulder. It has a v line waist and was floor length. The sleeves are long and came to a point just over her hand. She has a group of white flowers and ivy in her hair which is plied loosely on top of her head. Her stone necklace hangs from her neck. * Kevil is wearing a mostly black outfit, which of course makes him appear even taller and darker. He is wearing a blue velvet sash that matches Meghan's gown, and a single white snowdrop blooms at his throat. * Mayor Praul walks in, wearing a pair of cream breeches, a pale green tunic and a dark blue vest, which clashes badly with his tunic. He is a middle-aged human with black hair, streaked with grey, and walks with a slight limp,leaning on an ornate walking stick. * Jelarthna smiles charmingly and bows to all of the nobles and guests, and tries to assist them in finding their seats. * Glossaria enters, looking around excitedly. Her hair is done up in a gossamer-light scarf of the same shade of green, and her gown is a magnificent,full-skirted creation of pale lemon yellow that complements her hair color to perfection, with puffs of fine lace at the sleeves and turned-out collar. A brocade panel of antique gold graces the front of the bodice and skirt. * Vallel accompanies Glossaria into the room, wearing grey breeches and tunic, with a silver brocade vest. * Glossaria turns to her partner. "Oh, Vallel, it's all so beautiful!!!How did you all finish this in time? * Jelarthna smiles warmly as his friends arrive, giving them little waves until he can come to say hello. * Vallel grins and stage whispers to Glossaria "She may not look it,but Mistress Tyl is a real slave driver when she gets her mind made up about things." <Glossaria> ::wrinkles her nose at Vallel:: * Meghan smiles and waves at Jel * Tyl glides over, seemingly not moving her lower body at all. "Good evening, good evening. So glad you could make it. Please, Lord Mayor, sit here and I'll have one of the servers bring you a little of everything." <Jelarthna> ::walks over to Meghan and bows deeply:: Good evening,Lady Meghan. You look lovely tonight. ::smiles warmly and kisses her hand, eyes twinkling:: * Meghan sees Tyl and smiles at her efforts <Meghan> Good evening to you to Jel. You look wonderful yourself::smiles at him as he kisses her hand:: <Kevil> ::offers his hand to Jel:: Good evening, Sir Jelarthna. * Vallel looks over at Meghan and Kevil and smiles. "You look smashing, Meg. It's a good color for your eyes." <Meghan> ::smiles to Val:: Thank you Vallel. You look great too. <Kevil> ::smiles and bows to Val:: S- Friend Vallel. It is good to meet you again. <Jelarthna> ::shakes Kevil's hand and continues smiling:: You're a lucky man to be escorting such a lovely lady to this affair, Master Kevil. * Meghan turns to Gloss <Meghan> Gloss you look amazing dear * Vallel smiles and turns to Glossaria. "Of course, I think my fiancee outshines everyone else... but then, I'm biased." He gazes at her with soft eyes. <Kevil> ::nods to Jel:: Indeed, I am counting my blessings with amazement! ::he chuckles:: <Jelarthna> Hello, Master Vallel. ::grins and shakes his hand:: You clean up pretty well. <Glossaria> ::nodding agreement:: You look wonderful. ::twirling,herself:: And look! I figured out what to do with my hair! Thank you for the scarf suggestion, Meghan! ::hugging her lightly:: * Michelle emerges from the kitchen. She's dressed in a black and white skirt and blouse that Meghan would recognize as being the conservative variant of a French maid uniform. Her honey brown hair is braided down her back, and her moon earring as always hangs from her right ear, a large pearl matching it from the left. * Meghan laughs lightly at Gloss and hugs her back * Vallel covers his mouth with a hand, then, when the Mayor isn't looking,rudely sticks his tongue out at Jelarthna. <Meghan> Your welcome love <Kevil> ::bows in greeting to Glossaria:: Sweet angel, you are divine.This is the famous dress? ::he smiles:: Well deserving of its anticipation! <Jelarthna> ::gives Glossaria a deep and elegant bow and kisses her hand, carefully not noticing Vallel:: And you look enchanting tonight, Lady Glossaria. <Glossaria> ::smiles at Vallel and swirls into a light, bouncing curtsey for him:: Thanks to you, m'lord. This dress... this is the nicest thing I've ever owned! * Meghan sees Michelle and takes Kevil's hand <Meghan> Come there's someone I want you to meet <Kevil> ::to Meghan:: But of course! * Meghan leads him over to Michelle * Mayor Praul stumps over to a table and sits down with absolutely no grace whatsoever. He looks around the room, a strange sort of smile on his face. His eyes light up as he watches Michelle's figure move across the room. <Glossaria> ::blushes a little as she takes her hand back from Jel::Thank you, Master Jelarthna. * Jaret enters handing his evening cape to the doorman. He's wearing dark green hose under tight black breeches, a white silk shirt with ruffles up the chest under a dark green jacket that has black edging. He is wearing fine leather boots that come to his mid calf. Both of his middle fingers sport elegant gold rings that have sapphires in them that match his eyes. * Michelle inspects the buffet table, making sure the lamb, mint jelly,chocolate mousse, stuffed mushrooms, bean casserole, fruit and cheese plates and everything else are in order. <Meghan> ::smiles when she is close:: Good evening Michelle, you look wonderful as always. There is someone I would like you to meet. ::turns to Kevil:: This is Kevil * Kevil bows to Michelle. "My lady, an honor indeed is to meet you." * Jelarthna smiles brightly at Glossaria with a twinkle in his eye * Michelle turns to Kevil and Meghan, "Good evening Meghan how are you doing?" Michelle hugs Meghan. <Jelarthna> ::smiles to Gloss and Vallel:: Excuse me for a moment.::walks over to greet Jaret, giving him an elaborate bow and smiling widely::I'm so glad you could make it tonight, Lord Malkier. <Charoli> ::takes a gold-rimmed plate with a little of everything on it and brings it over to the Mayor:: * Michelle curtseys to Kevil, "A pleasure Lord Kevil." * Jaret walks over to the mayor, a small box in his hand. "Happy birthday, Lord Mayor. Please accept this small gift from me in honor of the occasion." * Meghan hugs her back <Kevil> ::to Meghan:: May I fetch for you some food? A glass of wine,perhaps? * Meghan nods at Kevil <Meghan> Wine would be wonderful <Meghan> Thank you * Mayor Praul looks up. * Jelarthna makes his way over to Michelle, Meghan, and Kevil. <Mayor Praul> Good evening to you. ::offers his hand in a weak shake::Thank you very much. Do sit, sir... ::indicates one of the empty chairs:: Have we met before? ::touches one hand to his forehead:: Forgive me, but I forget so many names... <Glossaria> ::watching Jaret:: Oh! Heavens, I nearly forgot it... I'll be back in just a moment, love, wait here for me. ::hurries off to the cloakroom to retrieve a small gold-wrapped present from an inner pocket of her wrap:: * Tyl gets a plate of food, still gliding along, and then moves over to sit on the left side of the Mayor. <Jelarthna> You did a splendid job on everything, Lady Michelle. I don't know what Tyl would have done without your help. ::grins:: I think I would certainly be more on edge. ::chuckles a little, then bows deeply and kisses her hand:: * Jaret sits. "I'm afraid I only know you by reputation. My name is Jaret Malkier, a friend of Mistress Nightstorm's. And I imagine with all you have to, keeping people's name's straight is the least of your concerns." <Michelle> ::The table with the wine holds several glasses of Arabellan Red. Additionally people may chose from a white from the Waterdeep region, Sembian brandy and the Hall meade.:: * Meghan nods * Kevil smiles and bows briefly to Meghan and Michelle, then excuses himself to fetch the wine. He nimbly ducks around several stately matrons, retrieves two glasses of white wine, and returns to offer one to Meghan. <Meghan> It all does look amazing Michelle * Meghan takes the glass from Kevil moving to stand next to him <Meghan> Thanks * Michelle blushes, "Thank you Jelarthna. But it's something I enjoy doing, even if I don't get many opportunities." <Kevil> My pleasure. ::he sips his wine, and smiles:: An excellent choice. ::he turns to Michelle:: Your choice? My compliments. * Mayor Praul smiles at Jaret with a toothy grin. "I believe I have heard of you, Lord Malkier. One of my more... outspoken political partners has said your name with a certain air of disgust. Lord Narumme. Someday, you'll have to tell me what you did to him." * Michelle nods to Kevil, "Thank you Lord Kevil." <Jelarthna> ::raises an eyebrow:: Perhaps we ought to do something like this once in a while, then... ::leans closer and lowers his voice:: not necessarily quite so stuff, but it is a bit fun. ::straightens up and grins:: * Vallel takes a plate of food for himself, sits at a table across from Tyl and the Mayor, and watches the room, smiling. * Glossaria returns in a graceful rush, a touch of color in her cheeks from her hurry. "Got it. Ah, Mistress Zoya would have killed me had I forgotten this." * Meghan laughs lightly <Meghan> I agree Jel <Kevil> Not at all. If I understand what I overheard of Sir Jelarthna's comments, this is all your doing, and I should be thanking you!::he smiles:: All this, only a hobby? * Michelle smiles, "Careful Meghan. We do this too often and I might need to steal one of these handsome men away from you." * Jaret grins. "Nothing that should have had lasting effect, I'm sure.But it's nice to know I stick in people's memories." * Meghan flushes slightly * Mayor Praul opens Jaret's package. <Meghan> Please. You'd hardly have to steal any of them <Jelarthna> ::laughs lightly:: Would you like me to get you anything,Michelle? If you're going to keep bustling around, you should at least have something to eat. ::grins:: <Meghan> ::under her breath:: at this point I'm sure thy would go willingly * Codex enters dressed in the formal robes of a priest of Mystra. <Kevil> ::grins at Michelle:: Are you needing to be stolen away, Lady Michelle? Surely you have destroyed your share of hearts. * Vallel overhears Michelle's comments and looks over at her. He grins."Especially not with legs like that... " He winks at Michelle,somewhat cheekily. <Glossaria> ::undertoning to Vallel:: Do you think I should give it to him now, or wait 'til Lord Jaret's done? Hey, you! ::poking Val playfully in the ribs as he winks at Michelle:: * Michelle grins at Kevil, "I didn't MEAN to." * Vallel leans over and whispers something in Glossaria's ear. <Kevil> ::laughs delightedly:: But of course not, my lady! I would never be so churlish as to suggest such a thing! <Jelarthna> ::raises an eyebrow at Vallel and quietly trods on his toe:: Manner, Vallel. ::grins and glides away over to Tyl's side:: * Meghan smiles at Jel and turns to Kevil <Meghan> Would you like to get some food and sit? <Glossaria> ::giggles and nudges her shoulder playfully against Vallel's:: Flatterer. * Vallel rubs his foot. * Michelle turns to Jel, "I already ate. This is going to keep me far to busy to do much of anything else. Once I'm sure the foods going smoothly I'm going to be slipping in amongst the musicians. Not to mention having to make certain everyone stays sober enough to make it home in one piece." <Kevil> ::smiles at Meghan:: I was just to ask if you desired to sit.Please, allow me to find seats, and then I shall bring you some food, yes? * Michelle quirks an eyebrow at Meghan's comment but lets it slide. <Jelarthna> ::grins at Michelle:: Ahhh, sampled as you were cooking?::smiles:: * Meghan nods to Kevil * Mayor Praul peers at the little snow globe of Marsember, grinning like a little boy. <Mayor Praul> This is lovely, Lord Malkier. * Jelarthna twitches an ear at Meghan and looks at her for a moment before going to greet Codex, bowing to him and smiling * Michelle shrugs to Jel, "It's the only way to make sure it comes outright." * Kevil offers an arm to Meghan, and leads her toward the seats, not too far from the Mayor. He pulls a chair out and holds it while she sits. * Tyl artfully pushes her food around on her plate, looking like she'seating, but not actually getting her fork anywhere close to her mouth. <Jelarthna> Good evening, Master Codex. I'm glad you could join us. * Meghan sits lightly in the chair <Codex> Good evening Jel. How are things going so far? <Kevil> I shall be back in an instant. Is there anything in particular you would like? <Meghan> Umm no. Anything will be fine <Glossaria> ::watching the Lord Mayor with Jaret's present:: Ohh, it's so pretty! I wonder where he finds things like that? <Jelarthna> ::sweeps an arm dramatically around the room:: Quite well thus far. I think everyone is enjoying Michelle's wonderful catering, and there's's no shortage of entertaining company. <Jaret> I'm glad you like it, Lord Mayor. Happy birthday, and enjoy the party. <Codex> So Jel, is there a table situated near the bar and away from the dignitaries. I'm not very good at these political endeavors. <Mayor Praul> Thank you, sir... ::grins:: I'm quite enraptured. The lady Nightstorm is not one tenth the demon she is rumored to be. <Jaret> I think the find you more you get to know here, the smaller that fraction will become. * Meghan glances over at the table with Tyl and the Mayor. Her gaze rests on Jaret for a moment and then she looks away * Mayor Praul looks over at Tyl with a mild leer. "Very handsome, is she not? I hear Loraan has offered his hand to her." <Jelarthna> ::grins and leads Codex over to a table near the wine and the wall:: It's a bit off the main mingling path. ::grins and offers Codex a glass of Arabellan Red:: <Glossaria> ::laying a hand on Vallel's arm as she rises:: I'm going to go bring him Zoya's present. I do hope he likes it... ::crossing the room towards the Lord Mayor:: * Codex starts to down the glass, then remembers he's in polite company and changes it to a sip. * Kevil nods. "As you wish." He sets his own glass of wine at a place next to Meghan's, then heads for the tables of food. He carefully balances two plates in his hand, and moves swiftly along the line, making sure a tiny bit of everything gets on at least one of the plates before returning to set them on the table. <Jaret> ::coughs quietly into his hand:: I believe she already has a suitor, but it is hard to fault Loraan's taste. * Meghan smiles at Kevil as he sits next to her <Meghan> It really does look good * Mayor Praul spends a few minutes chatting with an older man wearing a god-awful shade of purple. <Kevil> It does indeed. Anything in particular catches your fancy, I am overjoyed to fetch more for you, of course. <Jelarthna> ::chuckles a bit:: If you'll excuse me, I ought to do a bit more mingling myself. I haven't been to an affair like this for some time.::smiles and glides off to make chit chat with some minor nobles and merchants:: * Jaret politely excuses himself from the Lord Mayor and begins mingling. <Meghan> Thank you Kevil. * Glossaria waits patiently for an opportunity to approach the mayor,looking around her alertly. * Meghan begins to eat while watching the people * Jaret stops to bow deeply as he reaches Glossaria. "You look lovely this evening, Glossaria. Vallel chose wisely." <Mayor Praul> ::the gentleman in purple drifts away and the Mayor spends a few minutes playing with the globe that Jaret gave him:: * Michelle heads over to inspect the bar, and in the process gets Codex a snifter of Sembian brandy. * Jelarthna grins and Jaret and passes lightly through a fencing conversation to the buffet and snacks on a few things before snagging two glasses of Arabellan and moving over to Tyl, offering her one. <Jelarthna> Here you go, my dear. ::smiles:: I think things are going quite well, don't you? <Glossaria> ::smiles and returns to him a carefully-practiced curtsey:: Thank you. Oh! Pardon me, Lord Jaret, I see an opening. * Codex nods his thanks to Michelle and sips the brandy in satisfaction. <Tyl> Oh, thank you. ::smiles at him:: I'm afraid my mind has completely deserted me. Awfully unkind of it to go on vacation without me,don't you think? * Kevil smiles and deftly lifts a small hors d'oeuvre to his mouth. He watches the crowds surge and ebb, nodding politely to those he knows. <Jelarthna> Perhaps after this we could go join it? * Jaret lifts a goblet of Arabellan from the drinks table and maneuvers his way across the hall to Tyl's table. "Lovely party. I think the Mayor is rather enjoying it." * Glossaria approaches the Lord Mayor, dropping into a deep curtsey in front of him. "Happy birthday, sir! A little token of remembrance from my Mistress Zoya." Glossaria proffers the gold-wrapped package with a smile. <Mayor Praul> :takes the package and smiles at the cute girl:: Zoya?Isn't that the comely wench with the purple hair? ::opens his present:: Thankyou. * Mayor Praul thumbs through the magical pop-up book, smiling. * Jelarthna looks over the mayor and decides against trying to go over there just now, instead settling beside Tyl and smiling at Jaret <Mayor Praul> This is very nice, Ma'am. * Meghan glances over at the Mayor and smiles as he is obviously enjoying his gifts <Glossaria> Thank you, m'lord. My mistress and I worked hard on it. * Tyl looks over as a very handsome older gentleman wearing a powder blue outfit enters the dining room. She groans quietly in the back of her throat and has a long swallow of wine. <Mayor Praul> ::smiling:: It's very interesting. I like it very much.::offers her his hand:: <Jelarthna> Dear? ::looks around to see what Tyl is reacting to,slighting noting the newcomer:: Something wrong? * Meghan finishes her food and sits back lightly sipping at her wine <Tyl> ::looks around, then stares at Vallel for a moment:: Not a thing, dear. <Kevil> ::quietly, to Meghan:: Are we needing to offer our congratulations to the guest of honor? Or is it an honor only for the nobility? * Meghan glances at him * Vallel looks over at Tyl, nods quickly, and grabs his and Gloss's plates,moving them over to take up the last two seats at Tyl's table. <Meghan> To be honest I have no idea ::grins:: I guess it would be nice to go over and say happy birthday <Glossaria> ::takes the Lord Mayor's hand, looking at it for a moment as if she's not sure what to do with it, and then kisses his ring of office:: * Jelarthna arches his eyebrows with interest and grins a little, but remains silent * Codex finishes his wine, then heads for the buffet table, restraining himself to human portions. After all, he can always come back for more. * Kevil stands and offers and arm to Meghan. "Then, by all means, let us go." * Mayor Praul pats Gloss's shoulder and smiles. "You're a sweet young woman. Did you tell me your name, Miss?" * Meghan nods and stands slipping her arm though his * Jelarthna notes the Mayor's wineglass is empty and quickly fetches another * Kevil escorts Meghan toward the Mayor's table, moving slowly, to avoid appearing too eager. <Jelarthna> Here you are, sir. ::smiles and bows deeply:: * Michelle finishes her inspection of the dining arrangements and disappears into the back again. <Glossaria> ::smiles:: You probably don't recognize me in this.::indicating her clothing and hair covering with a graceful gesture and a slightly embarrassed smile:: I'm Glossaria, the Librarian at the Tower of Erdian, milord. * Meghan nods and smiles to people as they pass on their way over to the Mayor's table <Mayor Praul> It's always a pleasure, Lady Librarian. Do you enjoy it?The Tower was such a strange and forbidding place for such a long time. I'm happy someone finally has occupied it. <Tyl> ::the gentleman in the powder-blue suit finishes getting his food, looks around and smiles as he sees Tyl:: <Glossaria> ::shaking her head:: The Tower has its... quirks, milord,but it's a wonderful place to live. And Mistress Zoya has been so kind to shelter me there. ::smiling a little wider:: Actually, it's kind of... fun. * Meghan comes to stand just a few feet behind Gloss and waits patiently * Jelarthna moves slightly closer to Tyl and smiles brightly at her * Kevil and Meghan finally reach the area near the Mayor. Kevil half-bows to Glossaria. "My pardon, Lady Glossaria, to intrude on your conversation.Lady Meghan and I are only wishing to offer our congratulations and best wishes to the Lord Mayor." <Mayor Praul> I can imagine. I remember one year, the flood in 1394,actually, when the Tower was the only place in the whole city where the sun was shining. It was quite the wonder. <Jaret> ::sotto voce, to Jelarthna:: Is that Loraan? * Meghan places her hand lightly on Glosses arm smiling at her before turning to the Mayor * Mayor Praul looks over at the two new supplicants... "Good evening,sir, my lady." <Glossaria> ::smiling and curtseying again:: Master Kevil! Lord Mayor,do forgive me for taking so much of your time. Pray allow my friends to offer their greetings in my place. <Meghan> Yes happy birthday Lord Mayor * Glossaria curtseys again and returns to the table. "He's such a nice man." * Kevil bows deeply and elegantly. "My Lord Mayor. Many returns,sir." * Vallel hides his mouth behind his hand. <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Jaret brightly, and speaks equally quietly::From how Tyl reacted, I'm guessing it is. ::glances over at the man for a moment and shrugs a little:: <Vallel> ::whispers to Glossaria:: He's such a rake, you mean. * Michelle emerges from the back carrying a harp and joins the musicians. <Glossaria> No! He's really nice. He's just so lonely, some times. I feel sorry for him. * Codex digs into his first helping and watches the various goings on. * Mayor Praul looks at Meghan. "I'm quite sure I've never met you before, my lady. Such eyes as yours, a man would not soon forget. Please... sit down." * Meghan glances at Kevil and then nods sitting in the chair next to the Mayor * Kevil takes Meghan's hand and helps her (somewhat pointedly) into a chair before taking up a stance immediately behind her. <Jelarthna> ::looks back at Tyl:: Have I told you how lovely you look tonight, dear? Would you like to dance, since we have such nice music playing?We wouldn't want the musicians to feel neglected. <Meghan> Meghan, it's nice to meet you Lord Mayor <Tyl> ::smiling:: Certainly. ::stands up slowly:: * Mayor Praul tilts his head slightly. * Jelarthna rises and takes Tyl's arm and takes her away from the table,.smiling widely as he sweeps he into a dance <Mayor Praul> I don't believe I can place your accent, my lady. Where are you from? Are you enjoying my fair city? ::smiles:: <Meghan> ::smiles back:: I am from ::pauses a moment:: well far away shall we say, and yes I have very much fallen in love with this city * Michelle watches Tyl and Jel and smiles. * Lisl pauses at the opening arch to survey the room, taking note of people and patterns of movement. Standing still, she is almost unrecognizable in her elegant gown of sheer white silk, with the silver shimmer of what looks like a finely *woven* elven chain chemise beneath. Fine grey fur trims the gown at the collar, hanging sleeves, and in a long swath diagonally down the front. * Jelarthna leads Tyl around lightly, effortlessly passing around and through the mingling people with nary a misstep or collision, smiling and looking into her eyes. <Tyl> ::the gentleman in powder-blue watches Tyl and Jelarthna, his eyes narrowed and a slight tightness around his mouth evident:: * Codex finishes the food on his plate, remembers that he should probably speak to the mayor at least once, sees that the mayor is already engaged, and decides to have another brandy instead. * Lisl moves-- practically floats-- into the room with her usual lithe smile, a faint smile on her lips and something resembling a battle-gleam in her blue-grey eyes. * Mayor Praul looks over at the few dancing couples and smiles at Meghan. * Jaret stands and drifts over to intercept Lisl. "Lady Ferinsdottir, a pleasure to see you here this evening. You look stunning." <Mayor Praul> I haven't danced in years ::gestures at his cane:: But,if you can stand being stepped on once or twice, I'd be honored if you'd join me? * Meghan looks up at Kevil and then back to the Mayor and nods * Vallel nudges Gloss in the side. "Look at Mistress Lisl!" <Meghan> Sure <Michelle> ::The musicians current piece ends, and as a new one starts Michelle once more slips into the back, taking her harp with her.:: * Kevil helps Meghan to stand and bows. "Lady." * Lisl sweeps into a half-bow, half-curtsey in the elven fashion to Jaret,her smile a little wider. "Then you think Tyl will approve? I clean up well?" She arches an amused eyebrow. * Jelarthna barely glances around, almost smirking for a moment seeing the reaction of the man in powder-blue, and almost pausing for a moment in surprise to look at Lisl <Glossaria> ::turns to look where Vallel is pointing:: Wow! That's Mistress Lisl? I didn't think she *wore* dresses! * Mayor Praul slowly escorts Meghan onto the dance floor, places one hand on her hip and takes her right hand in his, leading her slowly and somewhat awkwardly through the dance, although he manages not to step on her feet. <Jelarthna> Well now, that's something of a surprise. ::grins at Tyl and bobs his head towards Lisl:: * Codex gets another refill on his brandy. <Jaret> Better than merely 'well,' Lisl, and you know it. Tyl is out with Jelarthna on the dance floor. Would you like to go see them? ::offers his arm:: * Kevil - not knowing Lisl to be surprised - is mostly watching Meghan and the Mayor. <Tyl> Oh, doesn't she look lovely? ::smiles:: Who would have known there was a woman under all that.... ::coughs:: rough exterior? * Meghan dances with the Mayor doing her best to keep her expression light and happy <Lisl> Delighted to, Lord Malkier. ::grinning and taking his arm to be escorted to the dance floor:: <Jelarthna> ::grins and speaks softer, a glint in his eye:: Some have said similar things of you, love. ::winks and sweeps her into a dip, then over to nod and smile at Meghan and the Mayor:: * Meghan looks past the Mayor for a moment and catches Kevil's gaze and she smiles warmly at him * Vallel stands up and offers his hand to Glossaria. "Dance with me, my dear?" * Kevil returns Meghan's smile. * Meghan returns Jel's smile winking at him <Glossaria> ::smiles, color coming to her cheeks:: I thought you'd never ask. ::standing and extending her hand to his:: * Jaret slowly escorts Lisl to the dance floor, and once there, half-bows to her and begins dancing with her, moving slowly over towards Tyl and Jelarthna. * Jelarthna begins leading himself and Tyl more towards Jaret and Lisl as well * Tyl smiles at Lisl over Jelarthna's shoulder. "Good evening, Lady Ferinsdottir. You look... very lovely tonight. So glad you could make it. Whose blood was it, anyway?" * Lisl laughs softly. "It's like jockeying for position near the general in a battle..." * Michelle returns from the back and approaches Kevil, "Lord Kevil,could you grace me with a dance. I fear this may be the only opportunity I'll receive this evening and I can't imagine dancing being outside of your skill." * Kevil bows gracefully. "But of course, my lady! I should have asked already, but I feared you were too busy to honor me so." He offers her an arm and leads her to the floor. <Lisl> ::smiling to Tyl and responding dryly:: I wore my cleanest hides just for you. And it was the blood of what I'll be presenting to the Lord Mayor this evening. ::taking her hand from Jaret's shoulder long enough to touch a small satchel hidden in her skirts:: * Tyl looks vaguely worried. <Jelarthna> ::grins at Lisl:: You look wonderful, Lisl. I hope you'll consent to dance with me next, before someone else claims it. <Lisl> Ha. Let me make my bow to the Lord Mayor first, Jel. I'll dance with anyone who likes as long as I can keep an eye on our librarian over there.::nodding to Glossaria across the room:: * Michelle follows Kevil to the floor and allows him to lead her through the motions of the dance. <Kevil> ::As assumed, Kevil is an excellent dancer. He guides Michelle around the floor quite expertly:: Is there a direction you prefer to go, lady? <Jelarthna> ::laughs lightly:: We've all got at least one eye on Glossaria, I think. ::notices Tyl's expression and grins:: Don't worry, dear. * Meghan watches Michelle and Kevil and smiles warmly at them * Jaret nods to Lisl. "When I see an opening, I'll head us in that direction." * Michelle grins, "Not really, but we should probably go rescue Meghan from the Mayor. I can always use work as an excuse to abandon him." * Kevil grins at her. "A heroine after my own heart!" he proclaims, and unobtrusively steers her toward the Mayor. <Tyl> ::the musicians end the current song and pause, before beginning a new one:: * Codex gets another refill on his brandy. * Jaret and Lisl stop and politely applaud the musicians during the pause. * Jelarthna leads Tyl over to the table and fetches fresh wine * Kevil contrives to end his steps quite close to the Mayor, then bows deeply to Michelle. "Thank you, lady, for the honor." * Michelle curtseys to Kevil "Thank you as well." <Tyl> ::the gentleman in powder blue moves over:: <Loraan> Good evening, Mistress Tyl'gainia. Would you honor me? ::bows floridly:: * Meghan smiles and nods to the Mayor "Thank you so much for the dance Lord Mayor. I am quite honored * Mayor Praul smiles. "I believe your dashing young man would like your attention again." ::turns to Michelle:: "I believe I'll sit down fora moment, my lady." * Michelle curtseys to the Mayor, "Certainly Lord Mayor." * Meghan smiles and nods turning to Kevil * Michelle disappears into the back again. * Kevil bows to Meghan. "Are you quite tired, Lady Meghan, or would you deign to take a turn with me?" <Meghan> I would love to dance with you Kevil * Meghan steps close to him and begins to dance easily letting him lead her around the dance floor <Jelarthna> ::bows to Loraan:: Good evening, my lord. ::offers his hand and smiles:: I am Jelarthna. <Charoli> ::moving over to Vallel and Glossaria:: I think you promised me a dance, Vallie. ::she is wearing a black dress with gold trim and is quite beautiful with her golden complexion and flashing black eyes:: <Vallel> Um... yes. ::turning to Glossaria:: Sorry, dear. * Kevil sweeps Meghan around the floor with grace, somehow able to avoid bumping into the other dancers while never lifting his eyes from her face. <Jelarthna> ::pats Vallel on the shoulder:: Quite alright, I would like a turn with the lovely lady, myself. No fair keeping her all to yourself.::smiles merrily and guides Glossaria onto the dance floor:: * Vallel takes Charoli's hand and dances away with her, looking vaguely like someone who is standing a bit too close to a snake. * Meghan keeps her eyes on Kevil's as well she looks relaxed and happy * Codex heads over to the Mayor's table, "Good evening your honor and congratulations on your birthday." <Kevil> I hope you are enjoying yourself, bright star? <Mayor Praul> ::sitting down heavily:: Oh, good evening, Reverend Codex. ::takes a glass of wine:: <Meghan> ::nods:: Much more so now. Are you? <Mayor Praul> Thank you. ::nibbles at a bit of cold lamb:: Have some of this wonderful food. * Jaret dances with Lisl in looping arcs about the floor. <Kevil> But of course! How could I not? ::he smiles:: The Mayor was not... overbearing, I hope? * Meghan laughs lightly * Tyl dances with Loraan, the two of them talking in low voices. <Meghan> Not at all. Besides I knew you would come rescue me soon enough ::winks at him:: * Codex nods to the Mayor, "Thank you." Codex makes another trip to the buffet, again restraining his appetite and then joins the Mayor. <Mayor Praul> I understand you are investigating Mistress Nightstorm's school. How do you find it, so far? * Jelarthna glances at Tyl and Loraan a couple of times and keeps dancing and smiling brightly at Glossaria <Kevil> ::he chuckles:: Could I do less, for so fair a princess? ::he grins:: <Meghan> ::gently:: I don't know about a princess, how about a friend though <Glossaria> ::undertoning to Jel:: Is that the man who's been giving gifts to Mistress Tyl'gainia? <Codex> It's a good school all things considered. The curriculum isn't as developed as at the various mage academies, but you'd expect that with only one full time instructor and having been opened for so short a period of time. <Jelarthna> ::guides Glossaria around the room lightly, and nods a bit:: I believe so.. Baronet Loraan or something like that. <Kevil> ::smiles:: If you wish it, Lady. <Mayor Praul> ::nods:: And the rumors? Of demonic practices? ::waves a hand airily:: Not that I believe them... <Meghan> ::nods:: I do very much so <Glossaria> Or something like that? ::smiling gently:: Are you telling me you don't have the name, habits, and favorite color of your rival memorized already, Master Jelarthna? <Jelarthna> ::grins a little:: I'm halfway tempted to cast Fumble on him, but I don't want Tyl to be embarrassed. <Glossaria> ::shaking her head:: And we don't want the guests to be embarrassed, either. Remember, this is supposed to make the school look*better.* <Jelarthna> ::laughs lightly:: Not yet. ::winks:: I'm noting dance style and powder-blue as a color, though. <Kevil> Then it shall be. ::he spins in response to the dance:: You are an excellent dancer, Lady. * Jaret murmurs to Lisl. "As soon as it looks like the halfling priest looks like he's winding down, I'll get us over to the Lord Mayor. You aren't going to cause too much of an uproar, are you?" <Jelarthna> ::grins:: That, too. But I can't help but think it would be interesting. ::chuckles and spins Glossaria:: <Meghan> As are you sir <Codex> No, they're not sacrificing virgins in the basement or summoning demons at the stroke of midnight. In fact, to be honest, you'd be far more likely to find such things at a mage academy. A mage can make infernal pacts in order to increase their power, a psionic's power comes totally from within. There just wouldn't be anything to gain from it. <Lisl> Uproar? Me? ::raising her eyebrows:: And ruin my dress?::grinning:: Besides, I don't plan to be the one to *start* the uproar. * Jaret mock sighs quietly. <Lisl> ::smiling wider:: Disappointed? <Kevil> ::laughs:: Ah, but a bard must, you see. You should have known the years of agony before I could even turn in a simple circle! ::he grins:: * Vallel dances with Charoli, who is eying Vallel the way a starving person might look at an ice-cream sundae. <Meghan> ::Smiles:: Well all you work paid off. You are an amazing dancer * Michelle returns from the back carrying a flute and once more joins the musicians. <Glossaria> ::glancing over to see how Vallel is doing:: Hm.::frowning a little:: * Jaret laughs. "Not in the slightest." <Jelarthna> ::smiles reassuringly at Glossaria:: I'll claim Charoli for the next dance, if you like. * Kevil affects a mysterious smile. "It must be the partner." He winks. <Lisl> ::grins again and turns to give Gloss another glance over her shoulder:: Liar. <Meghan> ::smirks:: hardly * Mayor Praul looks around the room. "I dare say... personally, I'm not too thrilled with the idea of demons running around my city, you know. No matter who summons them. Awful nuisance, you know." <Glossaria> Thank you, Jel. I trust him. I just don't trust *her.* <Jelarthna> ::grins:: I understand. <Kevil> ::chuckles:: I would like to ask - would you have the kindness, some time, to tell me more of the story of the princess? It is the sort of story that must appeal to a bard, yes? <Lisl> ::surveying the room again:: By the by... I don't suppose any of the young puppies who have been tormenting Vallel are here tonight? ::said almost casually:: * Meghan nods <Meghan> I would love to. * Tyl and Loraan stop dancing and head towards the tables, still talking in hushed voices. <Kevil> ::smiles:: Excellent! It will make a lovely song, I am sure. * Jelarthna looks over at Tyl and Loraan for a moment * Jaret looks around briefly. "I don't know, I never learned who exactly was involved. I have my suspicions... but that's all they are." * Meghan nods <Meghan> You'll have to promise to sing for me soon <Tyl> ::the song ends and Tyl turns to face the crowd:: If you will all take a moment to step out onto the veranda, the fireworks show will be starting shortly. ::smiles and picks up a glass of wine:: <Glossaria> ::dances Jel into a small turn, pointing him away from Tyl and Loraan:: Don't think about it. She's just being nice to him. <Jelarthna> ::grins at Glossaria:: Trying not to.. <Kevil> It shall be my pleasure, bright star. ::he smiles and bows gracefully to her as the dance ends:: You must decide what sort of songs would most amuse you. * Vallel drops Charoli's hand, then blushes as she plants a kiss firmly on his mouth. "I have to go... fireworks... er..." * Jaret begins the process of casually drifting Lisl closer to the Lord Mayor. <Glossaria> Oooh! Vallel's fireworks! We must go...::frowning darkly as she sees the kiss:: see. <Kevil> May I escort you outside for the, ah, fireworks? * Meghan nods and slips her hand into his as they walk out to the veranda <Jelarthna> ::swings quickly by Meghan and Kevil:: And who is charming whom here, I wonder? ::grins at both and guides Glossaria out to the verandah:: <Kevil> ::grins and winks at Jelarthna as he goes by:: * Meghan laughs at Jel * Vallel beats a hasty retreat outside, breathing the cool night air deeply and gratefully. <Lisl> Fireworks? Hm. I rather hope not. ::smiling:: Thank you, Jaret.::stops dancing with Jaret with a small curtsey, and makes her way towards the mayor more directly:: * Mayor Praul reaches for his walking stick and struggles to his feet. <Lisl> Please, allow me to assist you, Lord Mayor. <Jelarthna> ::softly to Glossaria:: Not to worry, Glossaria dear. He gets to make his escape now. ::smiles reassuringly:: <Mayor Praul> Oh, thank you, ma'am. * Lisl takes his elbow and helps him easily to his feet. * Meghan looks back over her shoulder at Jaret for a quick moment then looks forward again <Jaret> Of course, Lisl. ::heads out for the veranda, lingering behind the crowd somewhat:: * Jaret smiles at Meghan. * Meghan doesn't notice his smile * Vallel walks around to the far side of the lawn, messing with several large, bulky objects. * Kevil notices Meghan glancing around, though not at whom. "Is there friends you would like to stand with?" <Lisl> ::affording him the same sort of half-bow, half-curtsey she gave Jaret, but slightly deeper:: My pleasure, milord. Lady Lisl Ferinsdottir,House Greyfall, at your service, milord. * Meghan smiles up at him "only one I can think of and he is already here" * Jelarthna guides Glossaria over near the Mayor and Lisl <Mayor Praul> ::looks at her sharply:: Good evening, My Lady Ferinsdottir. You look familiar. You remind me of someone I knew in my youth.::takes her hand and pulls himself up:: Care for some wine? ::takes his own goblet:: Mistress Nightstorm seems to have spared no expense. * Jelarthna grins at Lisl, eyes dancing with merriment at her introduction * Vallel messes with some more incomprehensibly weird equipment. <Kevil> ::laughs:: Quite overcome am I, with the honor! ::he looks around, and skillfully guides her through the small openings in the crowd to an excellent spot for viewing the fireworks:: I believe this will suit. * Meghan nods and looks out over the night * Tyl looks over at Vallel somewhat nervously. "I hope this goes well... he was talking with Gnimsh earlier today." <Lisl> I thank you, but I don't generally drink... wine. And I doubt Mistress Tyl'gainia would stint you, Lord Mayor. Her heart is too generous for that. <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Lisl and the Mayor:: Very true, my Lady. <Mayor Praul> She's a good girl ::agreeably:: <Lisl> And, since I understand this grand affair is in honor of your birthday... a little something to take the chill from the Marsember fog for you. ::offering him a small, squishy package, neatly wrapped in butter-soft deer leather:: <Jelarthna> ::grins at Glossaria:: Wait until you see this... I've been watching Vallel practice a bit. * Mayor Praul takes the package and opens it somewhat awkwardly with one hand. <Kevil> ::watches Vallel fiddle with his doohickeys for a while, then grins, suddenly understanding something:: We saw some rehearsal yestereve, yes? <Meghan> humm? <Kevil> ::gestures at Val:: In the fireplace. He was practicing, yes? <Lisl> ::smiling a little at the Mayor's assessment of Tyl:: She tries to be. * Meghan nods * Mayor Praul admires the fur. "This is quite lovely, Lady Ferinsdottir. I believe my tailor can make a fine coat from it for me. Very thoughtful." <Meghan> That he was * Kevil chuckles. "And I, worried that I had unwitting offended!" <Lisl> You're quite welcome. A small token from my latest hunting expedition. * Jelarthna chuckles softly <Meghan> ::smiles at him:: You, never <Mayor Praul> ::smiles:: You? How... very courageous. <Lisl> ::shrugs one shoulder den gratingly and leans a little closer::Tell them you bagged it yourself. It will scare the dickens out of the tougher birds on the Council. * Lisl grins at him. <Kevil> Hmmph. I am... have offended several times, coming here, I understand. ::he sighs:: Too little understanding, I fear. But I strive to learn, yes? ::he smiles:: <Loraan> ::comes up quietly behind Jelarthna and taps him on the shoulder:: If you have a moment, sir? I'd like to speak with you. <Meghan> ::nods:: I'll help you anyway I can <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Loraan:: Certainly! Glossaria, if you'll excuse me. ::smiles and bow to her and turns to Loraan:: What may I help you with, milord? * Vallel steps away from the bundle of things, takes a deep breath, then nods to Tyl, who cues the musicians. Dramatic music begins as bright gold and red flames leap into the air from across the lawn. <Glossaria> ::glancing over at Jel:: No problem, Master Jelarthna. * Meghan watches the sky her eyes sparkling <Kevil> ::smiles and gently squeezes Meghan's hand:: My thanks. ::he turns his attention to the show:: <Glossaria> ::gasps as her attention is caught by her fiance's display. <Loraan> I understand that... ::pauses:: I would like to know what your intentions are towards Mistress Nightstorm. * Codex wanders near Jel and Loraan but stays a polite distance away. <Vallel> ::several whistling rockets shoot into the air, bursting with loud explosions of purple, green, and blue sparkles:: * Meghan squeezes his hand in return and steps closer leaning her head against his shoulder <Meghan> ::still watching the sky:: * Lisl makes her bow again to the Lord Mayor and takes her leave of him,drifting up to stand about two people back from Gloss. * Jaret watches the display. * Kevil puts a companionable arm around Meghan's shoulders, watching the display. * Tyl looks at the fireworks, rubbing her temples with hand, frowning. <Jelarthna> ::grins a bit:: I too court Lady Tyl'gainia Nightstorm,sir. ::bows a little:: * Lisl smiles at the sky, glancing down to watch Glossaria at each new explosion, looking up again to catch the spread and fade of the glittering designs. * Jelarthna lets himself be a bit distracted by the fireworks, alternately watching Glossaria and Loraan * Michelle at some point has switched to a trumpet but is still among the musicians. <Vallel> ::more rockets whiz into the air, bursting into brightly colored flames, which hover, mid-air, changing colors and patters:: <Glossaria> ::murmuring to herself, a tear in her eye:: It's so beautiful... <Loraan> ::looking thoughtful:: You have a wish, then, to take her as your wife? <Vallel> ::more explosions, these taking the shapes of dragons,unicorns, and phoenixes in the sky:: <Kevil> ::whispering:: Poetry in light and air... * Meghan nods * Mayor Praul ooohs and aaaahs with the rest of the minor nobility. <Jelarthna> ::also looks thoughtful:: I think yes.. eventually.::smiles a little:: Elves do not normally move quite so fast as humans,however. ::looks up at the explosions with admiration:: * Meghan looks up at Kevil "Perchance you could write a song, about tonight" <Kevil> ::continues watching the sky:: Perhaps... <Loraan> ::with a strange smile:: Then, perhaps, you could stand aside, and in fifty years, when I've passed on, you could wed my widow? ::looks over at Tyl with longing:: <Glossaria> ::looking over her shoulder as she catches Meghan's comment:: Oh, do, Master Kevil... it's so lovely. ::eyes glittering with reflected sparkles:: I... I don't have the words to do it justice... <Kevil> ::laughs:: I don't know, angel, that I do either - despite your kind tutelage. * Meghan smiles over her shoulder at Gloss and then looks back to the sky <Lisl> ::arches an eyebrow and mouths silently:: "Angel"? <Vallel> ::the next set of fireworks explodes into a portrait of the Mayor, looking somewhat younger, stronger, and more handsome than he actually looks:: * Jaret watches the display wide-eyed. <Glossaria> Oooooh! ::clapping her hands together and looking over at the mayor:: <Jelarthna> ::looks at Loraan oddly and shakes his head a little:: I can understand how you feel... :sighs a little:: But that's not exactly what I would like. No offence intended. <Mayor Praul> ::quietly:: Am I really that fat? * Meghan steps away from Kevil "please excuse me for a moment" * Jelarthna smiles and claps at the portrait of the Mayor <Kevil> ::nods:: Of course, Lady. ::he removes his arms from her shoulder and applauds the portrait:: * Codex nods his head at the display and wishes he had a drink to toast the occasion with. * Tyl presses her hand to her forehead, and moves over to a chair, sitting down heavily. <Lisl> ::leaning over to whisper to the Mayor:: Old feminine secret,m'lord... sparkles always make one look larger than one really is. * Meghan turns and walks back into the Manor * Mayor Praul looks reassured. "Thank you." ::He is still looking over his shoulder, trying to see his rear view:: <Lisl> ::looking past the Mayor with a frown:: Pardon me, milord. Tyl?Are you alright? <Jelarthna> ::looks over at Tyl, the back at Loraan:: Excuse me for a moment, milord... ::walks quickly over to Tyl ands kneels beside her chair::Tyl? Are you alright? <Tyl> ::looks up at Lisl:: A sudden headache. ::her voice is somewhat trembly, almost faint:: Must be the stress. * Jaret looks with concern at Tyl. <Lisl> ::frowning, and looking around, a strong hint of the old Lisl in her steely-eyed glance:: * Michelle puts down her trumpet and moves to Tyl's side. <Jelarthna> ::looking worried:: Are you sure? Would you like something? * Meghan appears at the back of the crowd after a few moments and lets her gazes sweep the crowd before walking slowly back towards Kevil <Lisl> You, Char-something, isn't it? You're one of Tyl's students,aren't you? Come here. ::adding as an afterthought:: Please. * Codex heads back to the bar for another brandy. <Charoli> ::blinks:: Oh, certainly. ::she smiles, almost as feral as Lisl, and walks over:: * Kevil smiles as Meghan returns. "You are all right, Lady Meghan?" * Meghan nods smiling at him <Meghan> Fine <Michelle> Tyl'gainia, do you want me to examine you, or do you think you'll be alright. <Vallel> ::a few more explosions echo across the grounds, fiery images lighting the sky:: <Kevil> Ah, good. ::he smiles at her and looks back at the fireworks:: <Charoli> ::kneeling by Tyl:: Mistress? ::places a hand on Tyl's head,smiling calmly:: <Jelarthna> ::to Michelle:: I for one would feel better if you did... <Lisl> ::looking her up and down searchingly for a moment:: What's your specialty at the school? Are you good at sensing thoughts? <Charoli> ::glancing up at Lisl:: The best. :: said with little or no modesty:: * Jaret looks around, his brow furrows, and he begins to casually move over toward Glossaria and Kevil. * Jelarthna grins slightly. looking at Charoli and Lisl <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow:: Well enough. Can you sense any foreign influences in your Mistress' thoughts? <Charoli> Here, Mistress ::helping Tyl to her feet and wrapping an arm around her waist:: Lean on me, let's get you inside. * Charoli turns to Lisl. "I think it's the crowd. Sometimes, she's a little too receptive to other people's thoughts and emotions." <Jelarthna> oh? ::glances over at Loraan:: That's all it is, I hope... * Tyl waves Lisl away. "I'm fine... watch the show. Jelarthna, stay here, will you? I don't want to offend the Mayor." * Jelarthna nods reluctantly <Lisl> ::keeping her voice low so as not to disturb other guests,following Charoli in after another glance in Gloss's direction:: Are you sure,Tyl? I admit to being paranoid, but it's saved my own skin often enough. I trust my instincts, and my instincts don't like this. <Vallel> ::more explosions of light and color, faster now, almost forming moving images in the sky of a great battle, troops charging at each other:: <Jelarthna> ::to Charoli:: Let me know if either of you need anything. <Glossaria> ::watching the pyrotechnic display, rapt and admiring:: <Michelle> Tyl'gainia, if you change your mind send someone for me. * Tyl leans on Charoli, following her back into the quieter manor. * Kevil is watching the sky with rapt fascination. <Lisl> ::with a final frown, she makes her way back out to the veranda and finds Michelle to whisper in her ear:: * Jelarthna reluctantly moves back closer to Glossaria, occasionally looking back at the manor * Meghan frowns slightly and looks around noticing Lisl and then Jel * Vallel is breathing heavily, his eyes following the movements of the fire and light, his forehead covered with sweat. He looks over at the crowd, then his eyes widen dramatically and he races towards the veranda. "Gloss! Get down!" * Meghan gasps * Michelle begins to respond to Lisl, then blinks and gets a horrified look on her face, grabbing Lisl's arm and dragging off into the kitchen. <Glossaria> ::eyes widen for a moment before she dives to the paving stones, throwing up a magical shield to cover her back like a turtle:: <Lisl> ::presses her lips together grimly and follows Michelle hurriedly:: * Kevil reacts instantly, grabbing Meghan's arm and pulling her away from the display area and down. * Jaret snaps back into a roll back into the manor. * Meghan falls into Kevil's chest * Vallel leaps up onto the porch, then collapses suddenly as a crossbow bolt buries itself in his chest. * Jelarthna quickly snaps out a spell, encasing Glossaria in another layer of protection and dashes into the manor at top speed * Mayor Praul dives for cover, much more graceful than he has been all night. <Glossaria> ::looks up to assess the danger, mouth opening to cast another soundless spell, creating a protective shield around the mayor as well:: * Kevil rolls into a fall, using himself to cushion Meghan's fall, cursing softly in his native tongue. <Glossaria> ::screaming:: VALLEL!!!! * Meghan sees Vallel fall and screams his name tearing herself from Kevil and runs over to him * Kevil struggles to his feet and looks around for the crossbowman. * Jaret comes out of the roll, and has a long knife in each hand. * Conspirator slaps another bolt into his crossbow and fires again. * Jaret charges at the conspirator, crouched low. * Meghan falls on her knees next to Val <Meghan> ::whispers:: Vallel * Kevil runs toward the conspirator, hugging the ground like a cat. * Jelarthna quickly spots Tyl and Charoli and fires a barrage of magic missiles at Charoli, running at her full tilt and leaping to tackle * Vallel moans, bloody froth ejecting from his mouth in a stream. <Charoli> ::pulls the dagger from Tyl's side and makes a gesture with one hand:: <Glossaria> Oh, no you DON'T! ::pulls a wad of paper from her beltpouch, checking it quickly before popping it into her mouth, chanting another spell that turns her wards around the conspirator into invisible, immovable walls:: * Meghan looks up at Gloss and then back down to Vallel * Jelarthna stumbles and falls, clutching at head for a moment, then snarls angrily and shakes it, glaring at Charoli. * Meghan her face crumples and she pulls Vallel's hand into her own * Codex says a few words and a sphere of light explodes in front of Charoli's face. * Kevil barks a few quiet words, and a glaring light appears just to the side of the conspirator's face, highlighting his features (and not incidentally making him easier to aim at) <Charoli> ::drawing a few darts from her bodice, flips one casually at Jelarthna before covering her eyes and shrieking:: * Codex charges Charoli from behind, trying to take her down at the knees. <Lisl> ::bursts into the open with Michelle in tow, racing towards Charoli and Tyl, eyes blazing yellow and skirts hiked to her knees:: * Jelarthna cries out a single word and several balls of fire spring into existence around him. He points at Charoli with his left arm, that seems for a moment darker and heavier, and all of the balls of fire rush at her,incinerating the dart on their path to her. * Meghan focuses on Val being oblivious to everything else going on around her * Charoli staggers back from the flames, a shimmering wave of blueness opening behind her. She takes a few steps backwards and disappears into the shimmering portal. * Michelle seeing Vallel down veers towards him figuring Lisl can take care of Charoli. <Glossaria> ::lifts her protective spell and gets to her feet, jumping down from the verandah to land and crumple to her knees beside Vallel:: * Jelarthna falls to the ground and moans, clutching at his arm and crawling over to Tyl <Jelarthna> Tyl... Tyl? * Meghan falls back slightly but forces herself back forward her hands still holding Val <Lisl> ::growling:: Bitch! ::casting about for Charoli's scent, alert to her possible appearance from thin air:: * Jaret leaps over the edge of the veranda and begins running toward the hedge in an erratic, zigzagging pattern. * Kevil encounters Glossaria's walls surrounding the conspirator and staggers back, frowning. He glances over at Vallel, Meghan, and Glossaria, then snarls another curse and begins to pace around the walls, watching the conspirator. * Meghan moves one hand to close around the stone dangling from her neck the other clenching Val tightly * Conspirator fires a bolt at Meghan. * Jelarthna reaches Tyl's body and searches frantically and awkwardly for wounds with just his left hand * Conspirator gapes in astonishment when the bolt bounces off the wall. * Michelle drops to the ground next to Vallel and company, "Hold him still Meghan, Glossaria, this is probably going to hurt." <Glossaria> ::fumbles with her belt pouch again, digging towards the bottom, pulling out a blue paper ball and popping it into her mouth, chewing fast:: <Glossaria> I have a spell of healing ready... ::tears in her eyes:: I thought I'd need it for... for myself.... <Michelle> Let me remove the bolt first Glossaria. * Meghan doesn't notice Michelle her concentration fully on Vallel * Vallel moans and turns helplessly, vomiting blood onto the ground in a gush. * Michelle closes her eyes and places one hand on Vallel's just, the other firmly grasping the bolt. * Vallel shrieks, slapping at Michelle's hands. * Kevil continues to pace around the conspirator, keeping one hand on Gloss's wall so he'll know instantly if it drops. * Meghan winces at the same time clenching Val's arm tighter <Glossaria> ::lays her body on top of Vallel's to hold him down,weeping onto his bloody finery:: Shh, stay still love, stay still, we're here,we'll fix you... * Conspirator fumbles inside his vest and pulls out a small stoppered vial.With eyes filled with terror, anger, and helplessness, he works the stopper out. * Jelarthna cradles Tyl with his right arm, breathing raggedly. His left rises and he speaks a few words, and a green ray fires up through the walls,disintegrating a path all the way out into the night sky. * Jaret points at the trapped figure. "Stop. Whatever you're doing,stop right now." * Jelarthna grunts and forces his left arm down, wrapping both around Tyl,closing his eyes and rocking back and forth silently <Loraan> ::kneeling next to Tyl and Jelarthna:: Let me help, my lord.::looking at Tyl's stomach, covered in blood:: What is this? ::touches some shiny bluish liquid oozing out of the wound:: * Kevil yells another spell, and a ghostly hand forms in the air behind the conspirator. It swings at the miscreant as Kevil pounds on the wall, attempting to knock the vial from his grasp. <Jelarthna> get... Michelle... ::gasping softly:: * Conspirator fumbles the bottle and falls to his knees, trying to recover it. * Michelle slowly works the bolt out of Vallel's chest. Strangely, when she's finished a few drops of blood are the only evidence the bolt had ever been fired. <Lisl> ::looks down at the pair in consternation, turns, and races forte verandah:: * Meghan moans leaning heavily forward both hands on Vallel's arm just barely holding herself up * Kevil stumbles forward as Glossaria's wall suddenly dissolves. * Vallel coughs raggedly, then seems to relax as he loses consciousness. <Michelle> All yours Glossaria. * Jaret lunges forward, a roundhouse punch aimed at the conspirator's jaw. <Vallel> ::far away, there is an explosion of light in the sky:: <Glossaria> ::anxiously, spell at the ready:: Is he... he's not dead,is he? ::a tremble of terror in her words:: <Michelle> No, but if someone doesn't patch him up soon he'll bleed to death. And I haven't tested for poison yet. * Conspirator rocks backwards with the blow, dropping his crossbow. * Jelarthna whispers something softly and then blows <Glossaria> ::nods and bends over Vallel's wound, whispering her spell to it. White-tinted wisps of fog flow from her lips, curl around Vallel's limbs for a moment, and settle onto the wound, weaving themselves together like a spiderweb:: * Kevil - trying to recover his balance - trips over the crossbow and lands with a solid "oof!" on his back. * Jaret advances, jabbing with punches at the conspirator, the knife handles in his hands lending extra weight to his blows. * Michelle jumps to her feet and rushes inside, "Dammit if I ever get my hands on that girl." * Conspirator falls over, blood flowing out of his nose, his eyes dazed. * Kevil notices the conspirator's dropped vial near him on the ground, and scoops it up before it can be stepped on by a hysterical guest. * Glossaria lifts an impatient hand to brush hot tears from her cheeks as she continues to whisper her spell, stroking Vallel's hair. The glowing white wisps knit together and appear to sink into his skin, causing it to glow as well as if he were lit from within. * Meghan is still bent over Vallel's side her eyes closed and her hands clenched on his arm * Vallel groans and tries to sit up. * Meghan sits up her eyes open in surprise * Mayor Praul looks around warily. * Jaret allows himself one more hard punch to the conspirator's temple, and then works on carrying/dragging him over to the manor veranda. * Glossaria breaks off her chant as she presses him back to the ground. The wisps disappear leaving him faintly glowing from head to toe. "Sh, stay still, love. It's still healing." * Kevil stands back up and notes that Jaret has the conspirator well in hand, and heads over toward Vallel and company, only to find that Glossaria appears to have Vallel mostly back in one piece. <Mayor Praul> Is it safe yet? <Jelarthna> ::looks up at Michelle as she rushes in:: Help her.. Cha..Charoli stabbed her... * Michelle drops to her knees next to Tyl and Jel, "Jelarthna, I thought that bitch stabbed Tyl'gainia with her own blade." * Vallel struggles to get up, hearing Jel's voice from inside the Manor... * Kevil notices the Mayor and smiles, then bows to him. "Lord. It appears that the rats have run into their holes for the nonce..." * Mayor Praul mops at his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief. "How very exciting. Is anyone hurt? ::looks around:: <Kevil> A few, I believe, but there seem to be some healers in the guesting. Your Lordship is well? <Glossaria> ::looking up with a tired smile at the mayor's question::Not anymore. At least, not here. ::frowning after Michelle as Lisl helps her to her feet:: What happened inside? * Michelle places her hands over Tyl's wound and closes her eyes again. A white glow emanates from her hands, quickly growing in intensity, while being joined by Michelle's moon earring. <Mayor Praul> I have a bruised dignity, but everything seems to be intact. Who were they trying to kill ::looks over at Vallel:: The nice boy who made the fireworks? How odd. <Lisl> Tyl's hurt. This... Charoli, the name was? Wasn't what she seemed. ::arching an eyebrow at the look on Gloss's face:: Or perhaps she was. * Meghan sits back her gaze still locked on Vallel but her grip lessening <Jelarthna> I think.. ::pauses for a breath:: there's poison...::looks more than a little dazed:: <Kevil> I do not know, Your Lordship. He seemed to be protecting Lady Glossaria - perhaps it is she who was targeted? * Jaret dumps the unconscious body of the conspirator near the base of the veranda. * Vallel looks around, near panic. "Is Mistress Tyl all right? ::tears spring to his eyes:: Tell me she's all right! ::grasps Gloss's arm tightly:: <Kevil> ::turns to look at Jaret's booty:: Ah, Your Lordship, Lord Malkier presents yet another gift. Perhaps the miscreant could be persuaded to talk. ::he smiles ferally:: * Meghan sits back on the ground letting go of Val she takes a few breaths before getting up <Glossaria> Shh, she'll be alright. Mistress Michelle just went to tend her. Come on, up we go, or those grass stains will be a terror to get out.::smiling bravely:: Just don't flex those muscles too much. * Mayor Praul looks confused. "Why would anyone try and assassinate a librarian? <Vallel> ::coughs:: Oh, my chest hurts. ::wipes his mouth:: <Michelle> ::The glow around Michelle fades and she removes her hands from Tyl.:: Lisl, let me get Felice. Then we're hunting this bitch down.Vallel, if you've got any strength left I need you over here. Charoli did something to Tyl'gainia that I can't figure out. <Glossaria> It will, for a little while, love. ::smiling at him:: No fencing, for a while. <Kevil> I do not know, Your Lordship. Doubtless the fellow will make his story clear. ::seeing Meghan rise:: Excuse me. ::he bows, then steps to her side:: Lady Meghan? * Meghan walks slowly to the edge of the veranda leaning heavily on it * Jaret leaves the veranda for a moment, walks over to the hedge, fetches the crossbow and spent quarrel, and returns back to the veranda. * Vallel uses Glossaria like a ladder, climbing wearily to his feet and staggering into the Manor. <Lisl> ::nods shortly to Michelle:: We need another psionic. We can't track someone who's blipping in and out all the time. * Jaret touches Meghan gently on the shoulder. "Are you all right?" <Vallel> What's wrong? ::nearly collapses next to Tyl:: <Jelarthna> ::struggles with a thought for a moment:: psionics were...cut off.. She called for me. <Glossaria> ::supporting Vallel gamely:: * Meghan looks up at Jaret her face ragged looking she nods slowly * Jelarthna looks up with eyes that look a bit unfocused <Michelle> If their under moonlight, I can track them. <Meghan> I think so ::softly:: <Jaret> Just... for the moment, just breathe. Everything's going to be okay. * Vallel looks at Tyl, then places a hand to her temple. <Vallel> Charoli's always been the best telepath around here. If she did something... I don't know what I can do about it... <Glossaria> ::supporting Vallel:: Carefully, love... you're still weak... * Michelle rises to her feet, "Vallel, your going to have to stay here and take care of things while Tyl'gainia recovers. Who's staying and who's coming?" * Meghan leans heavily forward on the ledge of the veranda <Lisl> I'm coming. I want a piece of that saucy minx. * Tyl shifts, pressing a hand to her side. "Oh, owie..." ::opens her eyes:: "What happened?" <Michelle> We found out who's been causing most of your problems with the school. <Lisl> ::looking down at Tyl:: You got bested by one of your own students. Charoli. * Kevil half-smiles. "I, to stay. Not much good against such a power,d'va?" He sighs and leans against the veranda rail, facing away from the yard toward the house. <Meghan> ::whispers:: so much pain....I can't make it go away * Tyl groans. * Michelle glances at Meghan, "No wonder she's been having so much trouble. She's an empath." * Jaret moves in closer to Meghan. "Did... do you need me to get Vallel or... someone?" * Jelarthna sighs a little and closes his eyes <Lisl> ::frowning and nodding her head towards Kevil:: Who's that, by the way? * Meghan sits hard on the ground * Vallel looks thoughtfully at his teacher. <Michelle> I'm not sure. He's associated with Zoya somehow, but beyond that I haven't a clue. * Jaret kneels. "Meghan?" <Vallel> She popped you, I think. ::indicates the wound:: Drained all your psi right out the wound. You'll be fine, with some rest, I think... * Kevil glances at Meghan, and then at Jaret, and sighs again. He pulls the vial out of his pocket and begins thoughtfully turning it over. * Meghan looks at Jaret her gaze almost passing through him <Meghan> ::whispers: I can still feel his pain....I...I can't make it stop <Michelle> Vallel, I don't suppose the school has any psionic dampers? <Vallel> A... a what? ::looks over at Michelle:: <Jaret> Meghan, you'll be okay. Everything's fine. Vallel's going to be all right. Just... concentrate. I know you can block it out. <Tyl> ::blinks up at Jelarthna:: Are you? What's wrong? ::touches his cheek:: <Lisl> ::glancing at Michelle:: Like earmuffs for you mental types....right? <Michelle> A device for nullifying psionic activity within an area. I think Meghan's going into sensory overload, and the only way I have to deal with it is to put her into a coma. * Meghan nods at Jaret she leans forward closing her eyes and covering her face with her hands <Jelarthna> ::opens his eyes and focuses and Tyl, offering a ghost of a smile:: I... I'll be okay. What about *you*? <Vallel> Oh... not yet. Mistress Tyl and Mistress Zoya were working on that, once upon a time, but they couldn't get it to work. <Vallel> ::looks over at Michelle:: Hang on... ::staggers to his feet again, wincing:: Let me talk to her. * Glossaria escorts Vallel anxiously, holding him up with all her might. * Jaret puts his arm around Meghan. It'll be okay. It's all over. <Michelle> Damn. When we get this all settled I'm going to work with them on one. It's too dangerous to have untrained telepaths running around without one. <Tyl> Oh, I'm alive. Somewhat surprisingly, I think... ::smiles:: * Michelle smiles sadly at Tyl, "Your wound wasn't that severe, though i'm sorry I'm unable to do anything about the psionic stunt she pulled on you." * Tyl smiles bitterly at Michelle. <Tyl> She missed. She was aiming for my heart. <Jelarthna> ::hugs Tyl tightly and lets out a long sigh:: What are we going to do about her? ::voice carefully kept steady and even:: <Lisl> ::kneeling next to Tyl:: I don't suppose you have an idea of where she'd go, if she needed a bolt hole, do you? * Meghan begins to slowly slightly rock forward <Tyl> I can check with Bluestar, I guess. Her father was one of his...wet boys. <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow:: "Wet boys"? <Tyl> An assassin... <Tyl> Wet work is sort of... cant for killing someone... <Lisl> ::frowning:: Since when does a slightly pompous mage need assassins? * Meghan breaths deeply and sits up <Tyl> Bluestar's not a mage ::laughs:: He was my teacher... in more than one occupation. * Jelarthna lets out a little laugh. * Jelarthna sighs again and relaxes visible, then looks around a little more alertly * Mayor Praul is talking with one of the Purple Dragons who arrived... one of the hysterical guests summoned them. <Lisl> ::both eyebrows going up as she sits back on her heels and thinks for a moment:: Hunh. That explains a lot, I think. * Meghan opens her eyes and looks up into Jaret face * Kevil is still looking at the vial and occasionally glancing toward Meghan and Jaret. <Jaret> Are you going to be all right? <Meghan> ::nods slowly:: I think so * Jaret smiles. "Good. Let's get you inside." <Glossaria> Oh! ::opening her eyes wide:: My spell! Did he-- get away? * Vallel takes Meghan's hand, turns her wrist upwards to show the tattoo and strokes it lightly with one finger. <Mayor Praul> ::the Purple Dragons take custody of the prisoner and several of them hurry him away to gaol:: * Mayor Praul walks slowly over to Glossaria. * Meghan looks down at the tattoo and takes another deep breath nodding <Mayor Praul> Are you doing well, Madam Librarian? I understand you were the target of tonight's bedlam? * Kevil notices the Purple Dragons, sighs, and walks toward them. "Good sirs, of your patience..." He offers the vial, then indicates the prisoner. "He had this on his person." <Glossaria> ::catching sight of Vallel's assailant between a few burly dragons, and sighing with relief, straightening and dipping a curtsey as the mayor approaches:: <Mayor Praul> ::the PD Captain takes the vial:: Of course :: says the captain:: I'd like everyone to come down and make a statement, once things area little more settled. <Lisl> ::looking up:: Who's that they're taking away? <Kevil> Certainly, sir. ::He bows and then backs away.:: * Tyl sits up. "What a horrible way to end a lovely party... Lord mayor, do forgive me." <Jelarthna> ::blinks a little and looked up:: Who? What? The dragons are taking someone? But Charoli escaped.. <Glossaria> Thank you, milord, I'm well. ::putting a hand on Vallel's shoulder as he kneels by Meghan:: And so is Vallel, who saved me. * Meghan after a few moments she slowly stands <Glossaria> I'm very sorry to have brought such trouble to your wonderful party, sir. <Jelarthna> ::blinks at Glossaria in confusion:: Saved? * Vallel beams at Glossaria. * Tyl looks around. "Did I miss something?" * Lisl walks over to the Dragons. "Pardon me just a moment... this man was also involved in the attack tonight?" <Glossaria> ::nodding:: Vallel, who was doing the fireworks tonight,was the one who shouted the warning and put himself in front of the arrow meant for... ::lip trembling for a moment:: meant for me. <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl, softly:: I think we both did... <Mayor Praul> Purple Dragon Captain: Yes. As I have been told, he fired a crossbow bolt at the young lady with the yellow gown. Shot that fellow who's all covered in blood, then tried to either poison himself, or someone else with this ::shows her the vial:: * Meghan looks around and spots Kevil she turns and places a hand on Jaret's arm smiling weakly at him then she turns and walks to Kevil * Mayor Praul turns to Tyl. * Jaret smiles after Meghan, then heads over to the PD crew. <Mayor Praul> It was a lovely party, dear lady. I pray, don't make yourself uneasy about the ruckus. There's never a good time to have an assassin in one's begonias... * Kevil smiles sadly at Meghan's approach. "Lady Meghan? You are...better, yes?" * Meghan she nods smiling weakly at him <Meghan> I am...are you ok too <Lisl> ::nodding and looking hard at the assailant, nostrils flaring as she gets his scent:: I see, thank you. There was another attack, on Mistress Tyl'gainia of the Psionics School, by a would-be student of hers, Charoli. ::giving the captain Charoli's description:: She got away, I'm afraid. <Mayor Praul> PD Captain: ::nodding:: Thank you. We'll send out a search for her. * Meghan when she is within arms reach of Kevil she reaches up and gently touches his cheek with her fingertips <Lisl> ::nodding and narrowing her eyes as she studies the assailant coldly:: As will I. * Tyl climbs to her feet slowly. <Tyl> My poor dress... ::looks down at the sticky wet patch of blood:: <Kevil> ::He smiles and takes her hand as it touches his cheek:: Ah, I am harmless, d'va? So I stay out of the way and allow the heroes the glory.::he nods in Jaret's direction:: I am unhurt. * Jaret heads back inside. * Meghan glances over at Jaret and then back to Kevil <Lisl> ::nods and gives the captain a small bow, turning away back to Tyl:: <Meghan> I'm glad you are ok <Mayor Praul> In any case ::bowing to Tyl:: I shall take my leave of you this evening. Rest assured, we will investigate this terrible crime and find those responsible. * Mayor Praul leaves the Manor in the company of the remaining Purple dragons. <Jelarthna> ::stays slumped against the wall and pets Tyl's ankle:: We can get it fixed, I'm sure... I'm just glad you're okay... * Michelle retrieves her trumpet, shrinking it down to a hand sized instrument before slipping it up her sleeve. <Lisl> ::murmuring to Tyl as she approaches:: If we don't beat them to it. * Meghan takes Kevil's hand and leads him back inside <Kevil> I am glad you are also well, bright star. ::allows Meghan to lead him inside:: <Loraan> ::bowing:: I seem to just be underfoot here, My Lady. Please think about what I said earlier. We'll talk more when you are feeling better. * Jelarthna climbs slowly to his feet, favoring his left arm * Meghan smiles at him squeezing his hand gently <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow and following Loraan's exit with her eyes:: What was that all about? * Vallel takes Gloss's arm and gets back to his feet again. "Do you think I could stay with you at the Tower tonight? For some reason, I just... he almost shot you... ::touches a trembling finger to her cheek:: I don't know what I would do without you. <Jelarthna> ::rubs his forehead with his right hand:: Nothing I want to think about right now, Lisl... <Kevil> ::smiles, carefully pulls his hand from hers, and properly offers his arm:: You are tired, Lady Meghan? You are wanting to go home, yes? * Meghan nods * Jaret pauses on his way into the manor, and turns to look at Meghan. He nods, a slightly confused look on his face. <Meghan> That is probably a good idea * Michelle glances at Jel, "I'm sorry Jelarthna, I didn't realize you were injured as well." Michelle moves over to heal Jel. <Tyl> ::groans, looking up:: What have you done to my ceiling, dear? <Jelarthna> I'm not injured, Michelle... just... old things. Old things came back and I lost control there. <Glossaria> ::hugging him very gently, being careful of his recent wound:: And he *did* shoot you, you incredibly brave idiot. ::tenderly:: Please don't scare me like that. Of *course* you're staying with me tonight. * Meghan catches Jaret's nod she watches him for a moment <Lisl> ::looking at Jel:: Your arm? Is that what she did to you? <Jelarthna> ::looks up at the hole in the roof sheepishly:: I did that? ::thinks for a moment:: Oh.. I did, didn't I? <Meghan> ::looks up at Kevil:: I just need to do one thing and then we can go <Vallel> ::looking at her, he smiles:: Does that mean I have to buy you another dress? ::touches the bloodstains all over the front of hers:: * Codex walks back through the door looking thoroughly annoyed, "Well the bad news is they got away. The good news is three of them are about a mile away and shouldn't be moving for about another 15 or 20 minutes." <Kevil> On your pleasure, bright star. ::he drops his arm:: <Glossaria> ::laughing, with a trace of tears in her voice:: It'll wash. Wild magic gets anything out. * Meghan walks over to Jaret <Jelarthna> ::to Lisl:: Sort of. I think. ::shakes his head:: I don't know... <Lisl> ::looking up in surprise:: Who are you? And where? * Jaret walks to meet Meghan. <Lisl> And is Charoli with them? The student? <Codex> I need a drink. ::Codex walks over to the bar and drains a half empty bottle of Arabellan Red.:: * Kevil steps respectfully away from Meghan and Jaret, toward the door. <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow:: He drinks like a dwarf. Friend of yours,Tyl? * Meghan stops in front of Jaret thinking carefully before speaking <Tyl> ::nods:: An old adventuring companion. I'm glad to see you are unhurt, Codex. This is Lisl Ferinsdottir, a good friend. This is Codex, priest of Mystra... <Codex> Old friend of Tyl's. The temple of Mystra sent me to investigate the rumors of demon worship at Tyl's school. And I'll show you.::Grabs an unopened bottle, uncorks it, and heads back towards the door.:: <Jelarthna> ::blinks and looks at Codex, then around:: I think I missed rather a lot. <Codex> No. She got away. * Jaret waits for Meghan to speak. <Lisl> Ah. ::nodding:: If you can take me to the others who did this,I'll get you a bottle of the *really* good stuff. Damn, I wanted that minx. * Vallel looks over, a flat look of hatred on his face. "We'll catch her. There's not enough room on this world for her to hide forever." <Meghan> There is something I need to discuss with you. I don't know when or how, I know you are busy. But please try to find me when you have sometime so we can talk. <Meghan> I will most likely be at Xarroch's home for a while <Jaret> I... I got your message the first time. Hopefully early next week? <Jelarthna> ::glances at Lisl and speaks very softly:: You have no idea... * Tyl looks around, her face weary. She turns to Jelarthna. "You once joked about carrying me around... how about carrying me to bed, dear?" <Michelle> Lisl, I'm coming with you. <Meghan> ::nods:: Just let me know when, and where. I'll be there as best I can <Tyl> ::turning to Lisl:: I'll catch up with you in a day or so, after i've rested. I'd be no good to you right now. <Codex> Tyl, just don't tell me she's another friend like Xarroch. I don't know if my nerves could take it. <Jelarthna> ::flexes his left arm, then smiles a little:: I think I can manage that, love. ::picks up Tyl gently:: <Tyl> ::glances at Lisl:: No, she's not like Xarroch. <Jaret> Very well. I will. Good night, Meghan. * Vallel takes Glossaria's arm. "Come along dear. I think I'll sleep better with the walls of the Tower around me." <Meghan> Good Night Jaret <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow at Codex:: Oh? You've met Xarroch, then?What'd you think of him? * Meghan turns and walks back to Kevil she smiles weakly at him * Codex gestures to his chalk white hair, "I think if this hadn't already happened to me he would have done it." <Glossaria> ::nodding:: I think I'll sleep better with the walls of the Tower around you, too. ::looking dark:: She can't get in there, I promise you. <Kevil> ::showing some concern:: You are unwell, bright star? <Jelarthna> ::looks around:: I'm going to want to hear what else happened... but I'm glad everyone is okay, and sorry I couldn't do more to help. <Lisl> ::chuckles:: He has that effect on people. Don't worry, I'm comparatively harmless. ::grinning:: <Meghan> Just some new things I have to get used to I think ::smiles again:: I will be ok though <Vallel> Good night everyone. I'm going to go collapse for a while.::takes Gloss's arm:: <Codex> So was Merrivale, but that doesn't mean I want to see her again either. <Lisl> ::looking seriously at Jel:: You were able to save Tyl. I couldn't. I don't think you've got anything to worry about on that score, Jel. * Glossaria leaves supporting Vallel. <Tyl> ::calls over her shoulder:: Merrivale was a sweet girl! <Kevil> Ah. Most, perhaps, you are needing rest, d'va? ::he offers his arm again:: Allow me, please, to show you home. * Meghan nods leaning heavily against Kevil <Lisl> ::smiling and offering Codex a half-curtsey, her elven chain kirtle chiming faintly:: Just don't get on my bad side, m'lord, and we'll get along famously. <Jelarthna> ::smiles just a little:: I know. I don't know what might have happened otherwise. ::holds Tyl close and nods to everyone, moving slowly to the stairs:: <Meghan> I think you are right <Lisl> ::smiling impishly:: Trust me. I'm a puppy dog. * Jaret laughs. * Jelarthna can't help but snort with amusement <Jaret> Good night, everyone. I'm glad... I'm glad it wasn't worse. <Lisl> ::waving her hand at her friends:: See? They agree with me. * Kevil slides a supporting arm around Meghan, and helps her to the door,hoping that not *all* the carriages will have fled with the panicking guests... <Tyl> ::reaches over Jel's arm and pats Lisl on the head impishly::Nice doggie... <Lisl> Goodnight, Jaret. Thanks for the dance. * Codex heads out the door, "Well come on lets go talk to our prisoners before they get away as well." * Meghan walks out with Kevil <Lisl> ::snorts:: Watch it, Tyl. You, I'll bite. ::grinning:: <Jelarthna> ::laughs and grins at Lisl:: And you still owe me a dance,Lady Puppy Dog. <Michelle> Might improve her life expectancy at this rate. <Jaret> Of course, Lisl. Actually... Codex, is it? If it's all right with you, I'd like to come along with you. It's still early for me. <Lisl> ::nodding:: Right behind you, Master Codex. Michelle? Coming? <Codex> Of course, the more the merrier. Particularly as I'm unarmed and have pretty much exhausted my magic for a while. <Lisl> ::raising her eyebrows:: Well enough. But if you call me that again, Jel, you'll find out how much of a bitch I can be. <Michelle> After you. <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head a little and smiles a bit:: Good night,friends. ::starts carrying Tyl upstairs:: * Codex heads off to his prisoners. * Michelle follows Codex into the night. * Lisl bows mockingly to Michelle and Jaret, and follows them out, a golden glint in her eye. * Jaret heads off after Michelle, Codex, and Lisl. |
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