Surcease/2019-12-22 Gathering at Greth's (log)

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This log is from premium storyline Surcease on December 22, 2019, from the viewpoint of Darcena Wolf-Valslayer.

Summary

  • Adventurers gather at the Stumbling Pebble Bar II to discuss the snow falling on Four Winds Isle.
  • Greth mentions he is having young'uns work in his kitchen, inventing chores for them, in order for them to stay warm.
  • Greth tells adventurers it hasn't snowed in many years and he's worried about the ability of the town to handle it.
  • Greth says there's been on word of any of the meek from The Nazhor Chronicles and Ilsola is working on a book. Duvainiel is back in what she sees as her homeland and Selbi is reluctant to recall her.
  • Greth explains that Mistress Selbi is in charge of the town and she comes in to the bar frequently. He also said that Socius is "otherwise engaged" and has a theory about the cause of the snow and that there's a reason we haven't had snow or natural disasters in a long time. He says he doesn't know what the reason is, but something has gone wrong. He also mentions that Socius is busy working on Selbi's plan.
  • Socius is secretly there and watching the adventurers.
  • Greth says the native people of the Isle, the Iyo, are dealing with divided loyalties. They had been in contact with Socius for a long time "but recently began to shun his attempts at communication."
  • Greth explains that his focus is on the young people who live on the streets and alleys of Mist Harbor who are ill equipped to handle extended cold weather. He asks adventurers to keep their eyes open, "They are well hidden, but as the cold settles in, they will emerge, likely the worse for wear." He added, "I have Penre bringing around canteens of hot soup, but he has had less and less luck locating the ones we know of.
  • Greth states that the militia building is nearly ready after Xilona asks if it could be a safe haven.
  • Adventurers hear from Socius: A quiet voice ripples through the room, "The Flock are being dealt with, and Greth will have no shortage of funds to take care of any who might need it." Before the last echo fades, a dark shape slips through the doors and out into the night.
  • Adventurers volunteer for tasks to both assist the town in managing the colder temperatures and separately seek out the cause of the snow which seems quite unnatural.

GM Cast: Greth, Socius Leiffen

Adventurers: Defender of Mist Harbor Akenna, Apsaras, Lord Crime, Lady Darcena, Lord Faerinn, Juspera, Mistress Khobra, High Lord Kobane, Defender of Mist Harbor Naamit, Rinori, Defender of Mist Harbor Rohese, Sreka, Chatelaine Traiva, Vatha, Xanlin, Xanthium, Defender of Mist Harbor Xilona


Tasks

  • Akenna will help Apsaras search the wilds, keep walks shoveled, and bring in food from the Elven Nations.
  • Apsaras offers to talk to Jastev's birds and see if they know anything as well as to roam the wilds and look for things that are unusual.
  • Juspera is assigned to take donations, buy and bring in dry wood from other towns, and keep it stocked in Gardenia Commons. She immediately begins collecting donations.
  • Khobra will be protecting balance.
  • Darcena suggests that Kobane, who is an ice mage, walks the Isle to find any magical anomalies that would explain the weather patterns.
  • Naamit mentions that she'd already been working on knitting blankets.
  • Rinori will search the Elven Nations for appropriate herbs.
  • Rohese offers to speak with the Firefly Villa about opening its doors to those in need of shelter. She also suggests opening Hale Hall.
  • Sreka suggets the Guardians of Sunfist opening their doors and will cut down trees on the Isle and prepare them for drying and collect furs. Xanthium suggests that individuals also collect coconuts as they make effective charcoal.
  • Traiva offers to see about opening Paupers' annex for people needing warmth.
  • Darcena reluctantly assigns Vatha to Gardenia Commons to oversee the donations coming in to the townsfolk, ensuring that they are separated into appropriate pile sand distributed. Vatha is also acquiring bear pelts for blankets.
  • Darcena asks Xanthium to ingratiate herself amongst the townfolk and try to charm the people to find out where the young ones have gone.
  • Darcena asks Xilona to be the go between for the group of adventurers and Greth. She will also check over incoming people for any healing that may need done before shelter is found for them.


Log Snippets

Editor’s note: Many of the ambient noises or individuals interacting with each other outside of the scope of the events of the night have been removed from this retelling. Grammar and spelling has been corrected for ease of understanding. Actions have been combined in places to reduce the length while maintaining the atmosphere. Some conversational pieces that were meant to happen sequentially but did not due to the nature of parsing speech in the game (i.e., player A says one piece of information, player B asks a question, player A continues with more information, then player A answers the question) have been reordered (e.g., player A says both pieces of information, player B asks a question, player A answers the question) in every situation where it makes sense to do so and doesn’t disrupt the actual proceedings.

Greetings and Getting Settled In


[Stumbling Pebble Bar II]
Dried, cracked boards mingle with newer knotted pine planks as they spread across the floor from the swinging oak doors to the white oak bar.  Several half-cask chairs are arranged in circles around the room, their backs weathered and cracked, while plump couches face a fireplace that looks as if it has seen better days.  A scattering of cracked peanut shells litters the floor around an oversized bowl that is set upon a faded blue rug.  You also see a forlorn badland spirit that is flying around, a basket of sticks and Greth.
Obvious exits: none

Xilona tucks a bristly black rat into a coarse burlap sack.

You surprisedly say, "Well hello."

Xilona holds up her hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.

You say, "Good to see you all."

Traiva flutters her wings at you.

Xilona nods to you in greeting.

Mistress Naamit just arrived.

Faerinn says, "Oh, I'm fine. Fine as the new fallen snow."

You nod in greeting at Naamit.

Naamit nods once.

Speaking to you, Xilona says, "Evenin."

Speaking to Faerinn, Traiva asks, "Which snow?"

Xilona squints at Faerinn.

You grin at Xilona.

Greth nods faintly, then goes back to his polishing.

Xilona nods once at Naamit.

Traiva flutters her wings at Naamit.

Faerinn says, "The snow falling outside."

Naamit nods in greeting.

Speaking wryly to Faerinn, you say, "Plenty out there."

You dust yourself off.

You say, "My corpse was about covered."

Xilona takes a drink from her whiskey-spiked coffee.

Faerinn nods to Naamit in greeting.

You say, "Luckily Roh was around."

Welcome to Stumbling Pebble Bar II!
Greth Rottgut offers his Menu to browse.
Greth Rottgut says, "Welcome back, Darcena."
  Menu
  ----------------------------------------------------------------------
  1. a wineskin of aged cactus juice      12. a murky mug of spiked coffee
  2. some murky Troll's Breath grog       13. an orc's kiss cocktail
  3. a stein of rosy hibiscus metheglin   14. a mug of greasy amber ale
  4. a shot of dragonsblood gin           15. an overly rare rolton steak
  5. a stein of yabalithium melomel       16. some greasy pale red broth
  6. a shot of smoky copper whiskey       17. a moldy liver sandwich
  7. a dirty mug of thick black stout     18. a shot of deep black rum
  8. a wooden mug of murky red ale        19. a bowl of crackers
  9. a stein of deep brown grog           20. a tepid dirty glass of water
  10. a glass of Greth's Special          21. a shot of Incandescent vodka
  11. a cracked glass of absinthe        
You can APPRAISE, INSPECT or DESCRIBE any item by number, ORDER by number to get pricing and customization options, BUY to purchase, or ORDER HELP for more info.

Speaking to Greth, you say, "Hello Greth."

Xilona glances over at you and winces.

Speaking to Faerinn, Naamit says, "I see you failed to heed my suggestion."

You ask about the price of some greasy pale red broth.
Putting on your best poker face, you begin haggling with Greth Rottgut about an appropriate price.  He must play poker, too, for at the end of your bargaining it's hard to tell whether he likes the settled price of 300 silvers.
You may order a QUANTITY of this item, ORDER something else, or BUY this item.

Greth Rottgut exclaims, "Sold for 300 silvers!"
Greth Rottgut takes the 300 silvers you offer in payment.
He hands you some greasy pale red broth and says, "Here's your purchase.  Thanks for your patronage."

You say, "Ahh."

You sniff your pale red broth.
It smells like nice, fresh pale red broth!

You take a drink from your pale red broth.
You have 5 quaffs left.

Greth says, "Good evening.  If you're going to have a meeting, I'll see about stoking the fires."

Xilona stands in front of a weathered rough stone fireplace.

You say, "Nothing like some sweet hydration."

Xilona smirks at Greth.

You nod appreciatively to Greth.

Speaking to Greth, Xilona says, "I'm on it."

You say, "We seem to need it now."

Speaking to Naamit, Faerinn says, "I have rinsed myself with what I have at hand."

Faerinn removes a tawny glass flacon inlaid with white blossoms from in his black leather pouch.

Speaking to Greth, Naamit says, "Please do."

Faerinn pours a few drops of perfume from his glass flacon on himself.

Naamit cocks her head at Faerinn.

Speaking to Greth, Xilona says, "You're better at it though."

Faerinn put a tawny glass flacon inlaid with white blossoms in his black leather pouch.

Faerinn takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

Naamit sniffs at Faerinn.

Naamit takes a few steps back.

Xilona nods understandingly at Traiva.

[TownCrier]-You: "Meeting between adventurers to discuss FWI storylines past and present happening now at Stumbling Pebble Bar II on FWI."

You pick idly at some greasy pale red broth.

Xilona cringes.

Naamit's eyes narrow to mere slits as she croons a discordant tune between pursed lips.

Xilona gazes with interest at a weathered rough stone fireplace.

Xilona just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

Xilona breaks a stick into pieces and tosses them into the fireplace.

Faerinn has an intoxicating melange of clementine, bergamot, and neroli lingering over his skin, rooted in a dark, exotic musk.
You take a quick appraisal of Faerinn and find that he has no apparent injuries.

Xilona just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

Xilona takes some wooden sticks and places them in the fireplace.  Using two of the smaller pieces, she rubs them until a tiny flame bursts out.  Placing the burning twigs among the prepared wood, she blows gently on them until the flames spread and grow.

Speaking to you, Faerinn asks, "I think I met you last night. So you're Rohese's friend too?"

Xilona just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

You ask, "Last night?"

Xilona takes a wooden stick and tosses it into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.

You ponder.

Greth whistles once, and the sound of clattering comes from the kitchen.  After a moment, the air in the bar grows noticeably warmer as an unseen oven is stoked.

Xilona just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

You ask, "Or two?"

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "And a fan of the meat tea."

Naamit nods appreciatively to Greth.

Xilona glances at Greth.

Speaking simply to Greth, Naamit says, "Thanks."

You flatly state, "It's blood broth."

Speaking to Greth, Xilona asks, "Who ya got back there?"

Speaking to you, Faerinn asks, "The Elf gala? Last night?"

You confusedly ask, "Was that last night?"

You shrug.

You say, "Yes, I saw you there."

Greth says, "Of course.  The young'uns are happy to work in the kitchen with the cold outside."

Speaking to you, Faerinn asks, "Was it not?"

Crime scowls.

Faerinn's face turns slightly pale.

Speaking to Faerinn, Naamit asks, "That was two nights ago. Have you been drinking for days?"

Xilona nods understandingly to Greth.

Xilona takes a wooden stick and tosses it into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.

You nod appreciatively at Xilona.

Naamit turns around.

You dust off your black leather coat.

Mistress Naamit just strode purposefully through a set of swinging oak doors.

Faerinn says, "I have only had the one cognac from the Mirror's collection and this whiskey coffee Xilona handed me."

(Darcena digs around in the wasteband of her pants a moment, grabs a chunk of gravel, and tosses it out the swinging oak doors.)

Khobra glances at a set of swinging oak doors.

Faerinn mutters, "Cheese."

Mistress Naamit just arrived.

Speaking to Greth, Xilona says, "You're not letting them run wild are ya? Children like rules."

Khobra glances at you.

You say, "Telare was dragging my corpse all around."

You say, "Filled me up."

Naamit purposefully strides over to stand before Faerinn.

You grumble.

Naamit offers Faerinn a smooth columnar violet amethyst.

Faerinn accepts Naamit's columnar violet amethyst.

Faerinn sniffs at his columnar violet amethyst.

Speaking quietly to you, Crime asks, "Him too?"

Greth says, "I'm doing the best I can by them, same as always."

The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.

Crime cackles!

Faerinn tries to eat his columnar violet amethyst.

Speaking disapprovingly to Faerinn, Naamit urges, "Take it and wave it at yourself."

Naamit places her hand on her hourglass girdle. Naamit shifts her weight.

You nod in greeting at Khobra.

Crime tries to pinch Naamit, but she grabs his hand just in time and pinches Crime instead!

Crime mumbles something under his breath.

Faerinn waves a smooth columnar violet amethyst around.

Naamit gives Crime a firm kick to the shin!

You affably say, "Khobra."

Greth says, "Inventing chores and things to get them in here and working rather then being out there on the streets in the cold."

Xilona nods understandingly to Greth.

Khobra smiles at you.

Crime gawks at Naamit.

Speaking in Faendryl, Khobra says something you don't understand.

Faerinn waves a smooth columnar violet amethyst around.

Khobra says, "Darcena."

Speaking to Greth, Xilona says, "They're so lucky to have you friend."

You hear very soft footsteps.

Faerinn offers Naamit a smooth columnar violet amethyst.

Greth says, "I do what I can, same as anyone."

Speaking to Faerinn, Naamit says, "Now that you've shown everyone that you can hold it, rub the thing."

Naamit nods firmly at Faerinn.

Greth shrugs.

Speaking to Naamit, Faerinn says, "Thanks."

Using both hands, Apsaras pushes the hood of her kimono off of her head.

Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Follow you, I do."

Faerinn rubs a smooth columnar violet amethyst in his hand.

You chortle at Naamit.

Traiva just closed a black silk cloak held at the throat by a pale mistvein sapphire toggle.

You nod at Khobra.

Khobra smiles.

Speaking to Faerinn, Naamit says, "It will sober you up."

Naamit folds her arms over her chest.

Speaking to Greth, Xilona says, "You know better, not the same as anyone."

Khobra casually observes her surroundings.

Faerinn rubs a smooth columnar violet amethyst in his hand.

You nod to Apsaras in greeting.

Apsaras waves to Greth.

Sreka just arrived.

Apsaras nods to you in greeting.

Khobra moves to stand behind you.

Speaking to Apsaras, you say, "Been a minnit or fifteen since I've seen you last."

Sreka sits down.

Speaking to Faerinn, Naamit says, "Next, coffee."

You say, "Or a few months, as it were."

Greth gives a faint smile and turns away, polishing a random glass.

Naamit spends some time haggling with Greth Rottgut.

Juspera just arrived.

Apsaras says, "Evenin' all."

Juspera rummages around in her pockets.

You smile at Sreka.

Naamit offers Faerinn a cup of rich black coffee.

Faerinn says, "On it."

You nod in greeting at Juspera.

Xilona smirks.

Apsaras nods to you.

Welcomes


You say, "Welcome, welcome everyone."

Faerinn raises his whiskey-spiked coffee in a toast!

Sreka smiles at you.

Naamit glances suspiciously at Faerinn.

Speaking to you, Apsaras says, "Been some time, aye."

Faerinn offers Naamit a smooth columnar violet amethyst.

Naamit mutters something about drunks..

Naamit accepts Faerinn's columnar violet amethyst.

You say, "Greth's has been so unlucky as to host our meetings here at the Stumbling Pebble Bar for near on a year."

Faerinn accepts Naamit's black coffee.

Naamit put a smooth columnar violet amethyst in her black leather bag.

You say, "Let's all thank him for his hospitality."

Traiva flutters her wings at Greth.

You say, "And buy up."

You flash a quick grin.

Xilona winks at Greth.

The fire brings a welcome warmth that seems to soak into your very bones and makes you feel relaxed.

You say, "Silvers speak."

You nod in greeting to Greth.

Greth chuckles softly.

Traiva nods in agreement to you.

Naamit spends some time haggling with Greth Rottgut.

Juspera glances at Greth.

Greth says, "You're all welcome here, any time you need."

Juspera says, "Uh."

Speaking to Greth, Apsaras says, "Nice tae see ye."

You peer quizzically at Juspera.

Xilona says, "Some more than others."

Xilona chortles softly at some secret joke.

You chuckle at Xilona.

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "Well, anyway. It's nice to meet you. I'm Lord Faerinn Greatsinger, esquire, of Talador and Loenthra."

Juspera spends some time haggling with Greth Rottgut.

You glance between Xilona and Greth.

Faerinn takes a drink from his black coffee.

You wink at Greth.

Sreka appears to be checking her pockets for something, but finds them empty.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "Ah! I should probably introduce myself."

Greth says, "Don't start."

High Lady Rohese just arrived.

You say, "I am Darcena Wolf- Valslayer the Butcher. Ishan. Harbinger of Despana."

Xilona glances at you.

Speaking to Naamit, Faerinn says, "I don't think I've been drunk this decade, or the last one."

Xilona's face lights up with joy for Rohese.

Traiva flutters her wings at Rohese.

Sreka spends some time haggling with Greth Rottgut.

Rohese wiggles her nose at Xilona.

Naamit glances skeptically at Faerinn.

Rohese nods in greeting to Greth.

You say, "Friends call me Cena."

Speaking to you, Faerinn says, "Ah, another Habringer. Well, met."

Rohese smiles at Traiva.

Faerinn stands up.

Xilona bows to Rohese.

Faerinn bows to you.

Rohese walks toward Xilona.

Greth says, "Good evening, Lady Rohese.  And welcome back."

Faerinn walks over to the chair and settles down.

Faerinn nods to Rohese in greeting.

Speaking graciously to Greth, Rohese says, "Thank you."

Juspera walks over to the couch and settles down.

You give a sidelong glance at Naamit.

Speaking to Rohese, Traiva says, "It is good to see you."

Naamit whispers something to Faerinn.

Apsaras waves to Rohese.

Speaking to Rohese, Xilona says, "So very nice to see you Lady Rohese."

Rohese nods in greeting at Faerinn.

Speaking to Faerinn, you say, "A different kind of one."

Rohese smiles at Xilona.

Juspera shifts her weight.

Speaking to Rohese, Apsaras says, "Evenin."

Speaking softly to Apsaras, Rohese says, "Good evening."

It was Raining. It was Pouring. But on the Isle now it's Snowing


You say, "So, I'm sure it's all on our minds..."

Apsaras walks over to the chair and settles down.

Naamit glances between Faerinn and yourself.

You flatly say, "It's snowing out there."

You point at a set of swinging oak doors.

Naamit grins crookedly.

Xilona frowns.

Greth nods slowly.

Speaking apologetically to you, Rohese says, "Sorry for interrupting, I'll just find a seat at the back."

Folding her arms against her waist, Apsaras slips her hands into the opposite sleeve of her taupe silk kimono and maintains a contemplative disposition.

Rohese walks over to the couch and settles down.

Rohese folds her hands in her lap.

Sreka says, "So we're all going to die."

Traiva smiles at Rohese.

Juspera says, "Is it not supposed to snow here."

Naamit turns around.

Juspera scratches her chin.

Naamit sits down next to Rohese.

You say, "The last time we started hearing and seeing odd things here on the Isle it was because Nazhor had gone out of whack and we were wildly swinging out of Balance."

Xilona walks toward Rohese.

Khobra glances between Rohese and yourself.

You nod in greeting at Rohese.

Greth says, "Hasn't snowed in quite some time."

Juspera says, "Oh..."

Rohese squirms and fidgets oddly for a moment.

Speaking quietly to Rohese, Traiva whispers aloud, "The couch is rather comfortable."

Naamit tilts her head up.

Rohese agrees with Traiva.

Naamit smiles quietly to herself.

Xilona whispers something to Rohese.

Rohese whispers something to Xilona.

Rohese smiles at Xilona.

Speaking to Greth, you ask, "Before the last few days or you mean in the last few days?"

You say, "Because it was just snowing."

Xilona whispers something to Rohese.

Khobra glances between Naamit and yourself.

You frown at Greth.

Xilona winks at Rohese.

Rohese giggles softly at Xilona.

Juspera starts chuckling at you!

Traiva takes a drink from her rosy hibiscus metheglin.

Rohese just nudged Xilona.

Greth says, "This is the first snow in many years.  I'm a little concerned about the ability of the town to handle it."

Xilona appears to be trying hard not to grin.

You say, "Ah, yes."

You nod to Greth.

Xilona agrees with Greth.

Juspera says, "Oh, yeah, what if the sun comes back out and it melts all at once."

Now and again, some resin hidden in the wood is ignited by the flames, and the fire snaps and crackles loudly.  The sweet smell of the resin permeates the air and fills your nostrils.

Speaking to Greth, Naamit says, "You should be more concerned about what's out there -- that will make its way into town for resources."

You say, "Has anyone heard anything from Elspie, Aahlara, Kheelin, or, uh..."

Xilona says, "We're certainly not dressed for this kind of weather."

You ask, "That other one?"

Speaking softly to Xilona, Rohese whispers aloud, "It's a little warm in here, I'm dressed for the snow."

Rohese removes the hat from atop her head.
Rohese gently brushes her cool silver hair away from her eyes and, with a deft twist of her wrist, tucks it behind one ear.

Speaking to you, Naamit asks, "Melody?"

You nod at Naamit.

Speaking quietly to Greth, Crime says, "Indeed, death comes slowly to those in need."

Xilona looks over at you and shakes her head.

You surprisedly ask, "Was that actually her name?"

Greth says, "There's been no word from any of the meek since they took their leave."

Xilona says, "I have not."

You tug at the fingers of your bone-toggled gloves to remove them, and then carefully tuck them together in one hand.

Khobra glances at Greth.

Juspera takes a drink from her smoky copper whiskey.

Juspera flaps a mittened hand.

Speaking to you, Naamit says, "No, but in lieu of something more fitting, Melodies are the sound of music."

Apsaras says, "Nae heard even a whisperin."

Juspera sighs.

You say, "Then we can probably be assured it has nothing to do with the different worlds."

Speaking to Rohese, Xilona says, "Greth made sure to make it cozy in here."

Xanthium just arrived.

The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.

Sparks shoot up from the flames to dance in the hot air above the fire.  They glow brightly for a time and then slowly burn up and fly away as ash on the wind.  You feel this is a commentary on life itself, and it saddens you for a moment.

Xanthium smiles.

Juspera grins at Xanthium.

Juspera lightly pats a plump overstuffed couch.

Xilona mutters something about probably.

Xanthium grins at Juspera.

Naamit takes a drink from her black coffee.

Greth says, "Mistress Selbi... stops in regularly, and isn't shy about sharing what she's heard.  There's been nothing but silence from that corner."

Xanthium walks over to the couch and settles down.

You nod to Xanthium in greeting.

Xanthium kisses Juspera on the cheek.

Faerinn says, "But, yeah, the snow's fine. Just like me."

You nod to Greth.

Faerinn beams!

Xanthium smiles at you.

You muse, "So it must be a different sort of challenge."

Traiva gives a sidelong glance at Faerinn.

Xanthium smiles at Traiva.

Traiva flutters her wings at Xanthium.

Xanthium gives a sidelong glance at Naamit.

Xilona leans against a plump overstuffed couch.

You say, "Surely it can't be natural."

Xanthium nods slowly at Naamit.

You act puzzled.

Xilona agrees with you.

Naamit surreptitiously glances at Xanthium.

Faerinn belches.

Xanthium smiles at Xilona.

Rohese takes a tiny sip of her warm herbal tea, warming her lips and making sure it's cool enough to drink.

Faerinn says, "Excuse me."

Greth glances carefully around the room, noting each person present.

Juspera asks, "Do you mean like magical snow?"

Xanthium nods to Faerinn in greeting.

Xanthium smiles at Rohese.

(Sreka mutters, "A challenge to find wood, shovels, and salt...")

Greth says, "Socius has a... theory."

Xilona winks at Xanthium.

Juspera says, "I could like... try to detect it."

You nod at Juspera.

Rohese smiles at Xanthium.

Juspera glances at Greth.

You say, "Perhaps a mage of some sort."

Traiva cocks her head at Greth.

Raising the tips of her fingers briefly to one earlobe, Xilona seems to be channeling sounds from Greth's very being.

Khobra glances at Greth.

Speaking surprisedly to Greth, you ask, "Oh?"

Speaking to Greth, Apsaras asks, "Oh?"

Speaking softly to Xanthium, Rohese offers, "Room for a little one on here."

Rohese lightly pats a plump overstuffed couch.

Apsaras cocks her head at Greth.

Greth nods uncomfortably.

Speaking to Greth, Traiva says, "I hope you will share."

Greth says, "There's a... there's a reason why we haven't had snow... or any other natural disasters... in a long time."

Speaking suspiciously to Greth, you ask, "Where is Socius?"

Juspera raises an eyebrow.

Xanthium looks thoughtfully at Greth.

You narrow your eyes.

Socius whispers, "Closer than you realize."

You groan.

You flatly say, "Great."

Sparks shoot up from the flames to dance in the hot air above the fire.  They glow brightly for a time and then slowly burn up and fly away as ash on the wind.  You feel this is a commentary on life itself, and it saddens you for a moment.

Sreka asks, "Because the isle is tropical?"

Juspera begins chuckling at Sreka!

You say, "I need to have a conversation with y-- That man."

Khobra rubs her yellow-green eyes.

You fold your arms over your chest.

Greth smirks slightly.

Naamit says, "The Fingers protect the isle from weather, more like."

Faerinn says, "Snow is as natural as proccessing dairy."

You ask, "Did he give a reason?"

You raise an eyebrow, your bone chelioboros only enhancing your skeptical look.

Juspera blinks at Faerinn.

Greth says, "I'll simply say that Socius... and others... have a theory about the cause of the snow."

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

Xanthium grins at Faerinn.

Khobra stares at Greth.

The Effects of the Snow


Greth says, "I'm far more concerned with the effects of it, personally."

You echo, "Others?"

Speaking annoyedly to Greth, Traiva asks, "But you cannot say what the theory is?"

Speaking to Faerinn, Xanthium says, "It would be considered a disaster by the local agriculture, at the least."

Apsaras nods slowly.

Xilona agrees with Xanthium.

You say, "I can't imagine the fruit is faring well already."

Juspera says, "Yes you can't say there's a theory and then not tell us what it is."

You say, "Frostbitten and nipped."

Juspera says, "It's against the law."

You say, "People are going to be without their livelihood."

Traiva agrees with Juspera.

Xilona smirks at Juspera.

Greth says, "Suffice it to say, not every powerful undividual on this isle stumbles into my bar and tells me their deepest and darkest secrets."

Xanthium laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Juspera.

The fire brings a welcome warmth that seems to soak into your very bones and makes you feel relaxed.

You carefully say, "I know Socius cares about this Isle."

Traiva stares at Greth.

Traiva lets out an exasperated, "Pbpbpb."

Speaking to Greth, Naamit says, "I doubt that somehow."

Rohese agrees with you.

Speaking in Dark Elven, Khobra says something you don't understand.

Speaking to Greth, Xilona says, "I don't believe that for a minute."

Naamit nods in agreement at Xilona.

Xilona smirks at Naamit.

Juspera glances uneasily at Xanthium.

Speaking to yourself, you mutter, "It's my favorite place to be."

You gaze fondly at your surroundings.

Xanthium nods once at Juspera.

Traiva says, "I should hope it goes without saying that many of us are also concerned about how the snow affects the Isle's residents."

You nod at Traiva.

Xilona agrees with Traiva.

Apsaras agrees with Traiva.

Powers on the Isle


You say, "So we know Socius and Selbi are interested in the problem."

Xilona says, "They have lost so much already."

Xilona hangs her head.

You ask, "Has anyone heard from Ilsola in months?"

Traiva agrees with Xilona.

Greth says, "There's a reason the Isle has been safe from natural disasters.  It hasn't been revealed to me what that reason is... but something has gone wrong with it."

Rohese gently rests her hand on Xilona's shoulder.

You say, "Last I knew she got poisoned and hurt. I don't remember after that."

You work your fingers under your death mask and scratch your head.

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Greth.

Juspera glances sharply at Xanthium.

Xilona scoffs.

Naamit takes a drink from her black coffee.

You repeat, "Anyone? Ilsola?"

Greth says, "Ilsola has been working on a book, last I heard.  Though she hasn't been in here in some time."

You nod slowly.

You say, "So she's probably not involved."

You say, "Well then."

You dust yourself off.

Khobra glances between Greth and yourself.

You ask, "I don't suppose all of you know Selbi or Socius?"

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

Xilona asks, "What is the book called? "How not to do your job?"

Khobra bites her lip.

Juspera begins chuckling at Xilona!

Juspera takes a drink from her smoky copper whiskey.

Xilona folds her arms, grasping her shoulders.

You say, "It's too bad Avawren isn't here. I think she was half in love with Socius."

(Traiva hides a smile behind her stein as she takes a small sip.)

Xanthium looks thoughtfully at you.

Greth quietly takes a half step back, distancing himself from the conversation, and begins to polish a random glass.

You say, "Someone should give us an overview of the man."

Speaking gently to Xilona, Rohese chides, "That's not fair, Ilsola hasn't been the same since the poisoning."

You give a sidelong glance at Naamit.

Speaking to you, Traiva comments, "He is rather.. charismatic."

Juspera says, "Socius has a terrible temper."

Speaking to you, Naamit says, "The man or the legend."

Xanthium glances at Naamit.

Naamit smiles quietly to herself.

You quietly say, "The man."

Speaking to Rohese, Xilona says, "My apologies Lady,but I wasn't impressed before the poisoning either."

Rohese nods understandingly at Xilona.

Speaking in Dark Elven to Juspera, Khobra says something you don't understand.

Speaking to Naamit, Xanthium says, "I would love to hear your take on him, Mistress Naamit."

Juspera can offer Khobra only a blank expression.

Juspera nods absently.

Speaking softly to Xilona, Rohese admits, "Her focus has definitely been elsewhere."

The fire has almost died away, only a few flames totter about like old men seeking the youth they have lost.

Apsaras pulls her hands out of the confines of her taupe silk kimono's sleeves.

(Apsaras settles back in her chair, listening.)

Sreka just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

The grey cat meows at you.

Crime quietly says, "Hocus Focus."

Crime rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Sreka tosses some wood into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.

Naamit says, "Yes, a temper he has. Socius is an average looking fellow with a storied past. But the one thing that carries through is his temper. It is a miraculous sight, one often preceded and suceeded by blood. Whether in his eyes or on the locale."

Sreka just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

Sreka tosses some wood into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.

You scowl at a green-eyed grey cat.

Naamit says, "That aside, there is one other thing he cares about. Four Winds Isle."

Xanthium nods slowly at Naamit.

Naamit nods firmly.

The grey cat lightly bumps your leg with her head.

Sreka just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

Xilona agrees with Naamit.

Sreka tosses some wood into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.

You nod at Naamit.

Vatha just arrived.

Traiva nods in agreement at Naamit.

Juspera says, "Anyway. Everyone knows that people with terrible tempers are all really weak and fearful on the inside."

Rohese softly interjects, "Socius is the epitome of a perfect gentleman most of the time."

Faerinn says, "A former town official with a killing spree and a temper is nothing new."

Juspera glances at Rohese.

You say, "There near the end of my sojourns with him, it seemed he had been trying to get a rein on his temper and find Balance."

Apsaras nods at Rohese.

Xilona says, "I agree with that, except he's better than average."

Xilona licks her lips.

Naamit gives a sidelong glance at Rohese.

You say, "Then he seems to have lost it."

Naamit smiles quietly to herself.

Xilona snickers.

Rohese smiles at Xilona.

Naamit hums, "Isn't he just."

Speaking to Rohese, Traiva says, "As I said, charismatic."

Traiva grins impishly.

Xilona leans on Rohese, giving her a companionable grin.

You ask, "Anyone have anything else to add on Socius or questions?"

Speaking to Rohese, Xilona says, "Just don't tell my husband I think so."

Xilona winks at Rohese.

You say, "His family owned the Isle."

Juspera blinks at Xilona.

You say, "His father passed away in the past year and all the power he had left with his dad."

Kobane suddenly fades into view.

You say, "So he's not nearly as strong as he once was in magic..."

Rohese giggles softly at Xilona.

Speaking to Juspera, Xilona says, "What? a lady can appreciate art."

Rohese agrees with Traiva.

You say, "But is still a formidable foe."

Xilona winks at Juspera.

Xanthium smiles at Kobane.

Juspera nods slowly at Xilona.

You say, "I mean.."

You correct, "Friend."

You say, "Surely that's what I meant."

You examine your fingernails.

Kobane nods in greeting at Xanthium.

Xilona smirks at you!

Faerinn takes a drink from his black coffee.

Rohese whispers something to Xilona.

Naamit says, "The man will come into his own."

You tuck the bone-toggled gloves into one of the large pouches lining the inside of your black leather coat.

Naamit smiles quietly to herself.

Rohese blushes a rosy pink shade at Xilona.

You doubtfully say, "Perhaps."

Xilona agrees with Rohese.

Juspera says, "Well."

Juspera asks, "What IS being done about the snow?"

You say, "When Socius lost his power, it seems he invited an old teacher of his to town."

You say, "Selbi is her name."

Speaking to you, Xilona says, "There is absolutely nothing he wouldn't do for this isle though."

Faerinn says, "Or start doing target practice on political rivals already locked in jail cells."

You say, "She took over the town's uh.... What's the word."

Xanthium nods to you.

You ask, "Duties?"

Juspera says, "Do we need to start taking emergency precautions? Oh... sorry."

Juspera bites her lip.

Xanthium asks, "Administration?"

A log crashes and falls over into the fire.  The flames grow upon it slowly, like roses awakening, until the whole log is aglow with a garden of embers.

Rohese softly says, "Administrative duties."

You say, "I'm geetting there."

Xilona snickers at Juspera.

Rohese nods to you.

You nod at Juspera.

Naamit nods in agreement at Xilona.

You say, "Administrative duties. Perfect."

Faerinn says, "I mean allegedlly."

Speaking to you, Apsaras says, "Runnin' the place so tae say."

Sreka just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

You say, "So she's the one who is actually in charge right now."

(Juspera lets her head sink down until her nose is practically in her whiskey.)

Sreka tosses some wood into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.

You say, "Ilsola being off writing a book."

Xanthium nods gratefully at Traiva.

You say, "Socius, uh, finding himself."

Xilona rubs Juspera.

You say, "And then Selbi."

You say, "So she's the one we need to talk to about what arrangements are being made."

Making Arrangements to Defend the Isle from... Snow


Juspera nods.

Xilona winks at Juspera.

You say, "The residents don't seem to know what to do at this time."

You frown.

You say, "I've tried speaking with a few."

You say, "But most brushed off my concerns."

Traiva asks, "Is there adequate wood for fires, and enough blankets for warmth?"

Traiva cocks her head at you.

Xanthium says, "They probably aren't accustomed to this sort of thing.  Sticking your head in the sand is a regrettable but common response."

You say, "Greth was speaking about having more wood chopped down not too long ago."

Xilona asks, "What about food and clothing?"

Greth says, "Mistress Selbi is most definitely in charge.  Socius is... otherwise engaged."

You say, "But honestly, wood needs time to dry."

You say, "Or it makes very smoky fires."

You say, "When it even lights at all."

Khobra raises an eyebrow.

Faerinn takes a drink from his black coffee.

Juspera says, "Now I'm worrying about the fruit."

You say, "I'm not sure if they are magically speeding up this process."

Xanthium says, "There are coconuts here, they make fine charcoal, if they need to stockpile.  Might as well before the frost kills them."

The dully illuminated mantle protecting Khobra begins to falter, then completely fades away.

You nod at Juspera.

Sreka says, "Just send some people to Icemule and Pinefar for winter supplies. They should have plenty."

Speaking in Dark Elven to Greth, Khobra repeats something you don't understand.

You say, "I'm sure it's falling off the vines, black, withered, and rotted."

Naamit whispers something to Xilona.

Naamit places her hand on her hourglass girdle. Naamit shifts her weight.

Naamit examines her fingernails.

Speaking to Sreka, you say, "Aye, as much as we can carry perhaps."

You say, "But even more than just helping the people through this right now..."

Speaking to Sreka, Traiva adds, "And as much as can be spared."

You say, "Figuring out the source before it gets worse."

Sreka says, "Not to mention that we can make multiple trips."

You say, "I was hoping perhaps a ranger and a mage would want to commune with the spirits."

Xilona nods knowingly at Naamit.

You say, "See if we could find out from them if they know anything."

A log crashes and falls over into the fire.  The flames grow upon it slowly, like roses awakening, until the whole log is aglow with a garden of embers.

You add, "Oh, and maybe talking to the Iyo."

Xilona asks, "Has anyone heard about the first inhabitants?"

Xilona flashes a quick grin at you.

Greth snorts softly.

Juspera helpfully says, "We could put blankets on the fruit trees."

Traiva glances at Greth.

Rohese smiles quietly to herself.

You nod at Juspera.

Xanthium chuckles to herself.

Khobra agrees with Greth.

Speaking to Greth, Traiva says, "Out with it."

You ask, "Could you tell us about the Iyo?"

You peer quizzically at Xilona.

Greth says, "All I know is what I hear, and what I hear suggests that the Iyo are... dealing with divided loyalties."

You hiss, "Ordim."

Speaking to you, Apsaras says, "I will be takin' food for the feathered ones and I will be askin' them what they have been seein'.  Will do my best tae be sensin' the wilds as well."

Xilona flashes a quick grin at Naamit.

Naamit smiles quietly to herself.

A Loose End: The Flock


Rohese acerbically mutters, "The Flock."

You nod appreciatively.

Traiva quietly murmurs, "What you hear. Of course."

You say, "It wasn't bird tattoos you all saw."

You say, "It was MUFFINS."

Xanthium renews her songs.

Traiva gives a sidelong glance at Greth.

You correct, "Ordim."

Naamit leers at Xilona, her stare unwavering as her hums a harrowing death knell.

Naamit nods firmly.

Khobra agrees with Greth.

Xanthium looks thoughtfully at Rohese.

Sparks shoot up from the flames to dance in the hot air above the fire.  They glow brightly for a time and then slowly burn up and fly away as ash on the wind.  You feel this is a commentary on life itself, and it saddens you for a moment.

You repeat, "The Iyo?"

You ask, "Anyone?"

Juspera says, "Uh."

Juspera asks, "What?"

Greth says, "The Iyo are the native people on this Isle."

Rohese blushes a rosy pink shade at Xanthium.

You nod to Greth.

You say, "Thanks Greth."

Greth says, "They'd been in contact with Socius for a long time, but recently began to shun his attempts at communication."

Rohese whispers something to Xanthium.

You ask, "Were they here when the krolvin came upon the Isle?"

Traiva carefully adds, "And yes, they are.. rather upset about things."

You ask, "Or did they come later?"

Rohese nods at Xanthium.

You ask, "Or the Ashrim?"

You peer quizzically at Greth.

Xilona says, "They umm.....they kind of did the Flocks bidding for a bit."

You say, "Well. Some of them."

You nod at Xilona.

You say, "I have the feeling it wasn't ALL the Iyo."

Rohese glances at Xanthium and slowly exhales.

You say, "But rather a subsect corrupted by Ordim."

Crime mutters takebardoutfirs.

Greth asks, "They've been here as long as anyone can remember.  One of their number sat in on the negotiations when Elspie was... nominated?"

Xilona says, "However, they helped us greatly when we needed it."

Crime rubs his chin thoughtfully.

The fire brings a welcome warmth that seems to soak into your very bones and makes you feel relaxed.

Juspera blinks at Xanthium.

You nod to Greth.

Khobra raises an eyebrow.

You say, "I was there. I remember."

You nod at Naamit.

You nod at Rohese.

You correct, "We were there."

Khobra glances between Greth and yourself.

You hear the faint sound of giggling from somewhere nearby.

Rohese nods slowly to you.

Naamit starts chortling at you!

Speaking to you, Apsaras says, "Nae seen them myself, they grew cautious with the aid of the Bird folks...Flock or whatever they be callin' themselves."

Links of ethereal chain appear and wrap themselves around Naamit's right wrist, clinking noisily as she prepares a spell...
Naamit gestures.
Naamit appears to be keenly aware of her surroundings.

You nod at Apsaras.

Speaking carefully to Apsaras, you say, "When you said you are bringing food to the feathered folk."

Apsaras nods to you.

You ask, "Whoever did you mean?"

The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.

Khobra glances between Apsaras and yourself.

Xilona glances at Apsaras.

Xanthium smiles at Juspera.

Juspera glances dubiously at Xanthium.

Rohese whispers something to Xanthium.

Apsaras says, "The birds, I care for them."
Rohese bites her lip.

You slowly say, "The... birds..."

You ask, "Actual birds, yes?"

Speaking to Apsaras, Xilona asks, "Which birds?"

Apsaras says, "For the Windrunner."

Apsaras nods to you.

You say, "With feathers and tiny bodies."

You say, "At the shrine."

You peer quizzically at Apsaras.

Xilona nods understandingly at Apsaras.

Xilona slowly empties her lungs.

Apsaras says, "That be my charges."

You nod at Apsaras.

Naamit takes a drink from her black coffee.

You say, "Just checking in on that."

You clear your throat.

Warning About Moving the Stones


You say, "Anyway."

Apsaras says, "Nae the Flock o' Pinheads."

Xilona nods appreciatively to you.

You say, "The krolvin are ever a threat."

Juspera snickers.

You say, "Mazorn gave them that ability to transport."

You say, "I think the stones block it though."

You say, "And I see they are still in place."

Rohese gazes in amusement at Apsaras.

Greth says, "Reports from the docks are that the Krolvin haven't been seen in months."

You say, "So we should be fine... but should keep an eye out."

Juspera takes a drink from her smoky copper whiskey.

You nod to Greth.

Rohese touches Xanthium.

You warn, "Don't let anyone move the stones."

Xilona rummages around in her pockets.

Rohese whispers something to Xanthium.

The fire begins to die down somewhat, the flames retreating, and the embers shifting colors as they cool.

Juspera scratches her head.

Rohese kisses Xanthium on the cheek.

You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.

Xilona snickers.

You say, "They're on the edges of town."

You nod at Juspera.

Greth says, "Anyone moving the stones will be... noticed.  It's been handled."

Xilona spends some time haggling with Greth Rottgut.

You mutter, "It's a long story."

You nod to Greth.

Juspera asks, "Like... is it evident what they are?"

Juspera asks, "Or should I just not move any stones I see?"

You say, "They're just... rocks."

Juspera says, "Just in case."

You say, "Funny looking rocks."

You ponder.

You warn, "Don't move any rocks."

Juspera says, "Like how funny looking."

Xilona takes a drink from her Incandescent vodka.
Xilona looks rather relaxed.

You nod slowly at Juspera.

Juspera mumbles something under her breath.

Greth says, "There are four of them, at the corners of the town."

Xanthium stares at Naamit.

Xilona licks her lips.

You say, "Not a single one."

Naamit curls one side of her lips up into a furtive, playful smirk.

You say, "Collect rocks in River's Rest."

You nod at Juspera.

Naamit turns to face you.

Juspera says, "Whatever. It's not like I go around moving rocks all the time anyway."

Xanthium gives a sidelong glance at Rohese.

You glance askance at Juspera.

You turn to face Naamit.

You peer quizzically at Naamit.

Rohese glances away.

Speaking pointedly to you, Naamit says, "I am listening."

Rohese closes her eyes for a moment.

You hear someone chuckling.

You say, "Oh."

You say, "It'd sure be useful if Socius was actually here to give us an update."

You say, "The man does not respond to correspondence."

You scowl.

Speaking quietly to you, Crime says, "Smart man."

Naamit mentions, "Yes, it would. I've something to give him."

You nod slowly at Naamit.

You ask, "A dagger to the heart?"

You grin wickedly.

Rohese smiles at Xanthium.

Naamit cocks her head at you.

Rohese nods understandingly at Xanthium.

Naamit says, "Far cry."

You sigh.

Greth Mentions Selbi's Plan


Greth says, "He's around more often than not, but he's working from Selbi's plan as of late."

Speaking to Naamit, you say, "Disappointing."

Greth shrugs.

Xanthium renews her songs.

Speaking to you, Xilona says, "My guess in an heir."

Xilona winks at you.

Traiva raises an eyebrow.

You ask, "Selbi's plan?"

You laugh out loud!

The fire has almost died away, only a few flames totter about like old men seeking the youth they have lost.

You gaze in amusement at Xilona.

Traiva amusedly says, "It is good to see him following a cooler lead."

You say, "That was good."

Traiva just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

Traiva tosses some wood into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.

Juspera glances at Traiva.

Xilona chortles softly at some secret joke.

You muse, "What other loose ends do we have?"

Juspera says, "Okay but don't you guys think that Selbi is a little..."

Juspera shifts her weight.

You peer quizzically at Juspera.

Vatha spends some time haggling with Greth Rottgut.

Greth says, "Mistress Selbi has a temper, and a mouth, each louder than the other."

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Greth.

You amusedly say, "I don't know anyone else like that."

Juspera says, "Yes."

Juspera says, "So."

Speaking to Greth, Xilona says, "However, she says it like it is. I appreciate that."

Traiva quietly murmurs, "I said lead, not head."

Xanthium shivers.

Speaking to Juspera, you ask, "She hasn't beat anyone to death or murdered and tortured two people has she?"

Naamit just handed Vatha some coins.

You cock your head.

Traiva giggles at you.

Speaking to you, Xilona says, "Yet."

Xanthium spends some time haggling with Greth Rottgut.

You say, "I'm just saying...."

You say, "Socius has."

You fold your arms over your chest.

Juspera says, "At least she's not, like, negotiating with foreign officials for an end to hostilities or anything."

Naamit settles her gaze on Vatha, watching him intently.

Greth says, "That are common knowledge, in any case."

Duvainiel


You exclaim, "Oh!"

You ask, "Has anyone heard from Duvainiel?"

Khobra raises an eyebrow.

Rohese looks over at you and shakes her head.

Greth squints slightly.

Speaking to you, Xilona says, "It was well warranted. I didn't believe so at the time....."

Vatha takes a drink from his greasy amber ale.

Apsaras looks over at you and shakes her head.

Speaking doubtfully to Xilona, you ask, "Did you see what he did to Mazorn?"

The fire dies down a bit until it finds some fresh wood to burn.  The flames dance higher as they feast.

Rohese's face turns slightly pale.

You say, "We have a score to settle on that."

You fold your arms over your chest.

Khobra glances at you.

Naamit casually says, "Oh how we did see."

Greth says, "Duvainiel has gone back to what she sees as her homeland.  She left word to call if she could be of assistance.  Selbi is... reluctant to consider recalling her."

Speaking to you, Xilona says, "Na ma'am, but I have heard. I can only speak on what I have seen with mine own eyes."

You nod to Greth.

You nod slowly at Xilona.

Oddly enough, Xanthium seems somewhat less buoyant.

You say, "It was something."

You frown.

Speaking to Greth, Xilona says, "Good."

You abruptly say, "In any case."

Naamit casually mentions, "His parts have yet to be found. We should work on that."

Rohese glances uneasily at Naamit.

Xilona scoffs.

Stuck on the Flock


You ask, "What other loose ends are there?"

You cock your head.

Rohese clears her throat.

You frown at Naamit.

Speaking to Naamit, you say, "Socius was supposed to collect his body for me and bury it, then tell me where."

You add, grumbling "He hasn't yet."

Speaking to you, Naamit asks, "Do you disagree with the assertion?"

You say, "Not really."

Xanthium takes a drink from her rosy hibiscus metheglin.

Greth says, "The Flock.  That group is always at loose ends."

Greth scowls slightly.

Khobra raises an eyebrow.

Xilona agrees with Greth.

Speaking to Greth, Traiva quips, "The Flock -IS- loose ends."

Naamit smirks.

You drawl, "The Flock."

You say, "Nehor. Ordim."

You say, "Lisbethany."

Xanthium smiles at Juspera.

You ask, "Who else do we know are members?"

You cock your head.

Rohese softly asks, "What of Aleid?"

Juspera quickly says, "I just want to say that the Flock nominated me to be their Voice but I didn't have anything to do with it."

Traiva says, "Khylinnia.. something close to that."

Khobra says, "Otherz."

Rohese concernedly asks, "How is she faring?"

Xanthium removes a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb from in her jade green robe.

Xanthium pours a few drops of perfume from her fiery amber bulb on herself.

Xanthium put a copper-glazed fiery amber bulb in her jade green robe.

Naamit whispers something to Xanthium.

You say, "I've seen Aleid around."

Apsaras whispers, "And I be a Warden o' the wilds, a Ranger as ye be callin' us.  Will be keepin' eyes and ears open for all things unusual."

You say, "She seemed quite nutters."

Greth says, "Aleid was in here recently. She seemed... sad, but more herself than in some time."

Speaking in Aelotian, Traiva darkly mutters something you don't understand.

Rohese nods sympathetically to Greth.

You squint at Juspera.

Rohese softly says, "She had quite an ordeal."

She smells just like Juspera.
You take a quick appraisal of Juspera and find that she has no apparent injuries.

Traiva says, "I have seen Aleid around the Landing from time to time."

Juspera blinks at you.

You nod slowly at Apsaras.

Naamit gives a sidelong glance to her left.

Xanthium looks thoughtfully at Naamit.

You quietly whisper to Apsaras, "Thank you. You might notice something in the wilds that I wouldn't notice."

You quietly whisper to Apsaras, "We should simultaneously work on preparing the townfolk and finding the source."

Apsaras smiles at you.

Greth says, "There are things that we can handle, and things we cannot.  You all have a much farther reach than I.  I merely listen, and do what I can do help the town."

You nod at Apsaras.

Apsaras nods to you.

Khobra grins at Greth.

Assigning Tasks


You say, "I need someone to volunteer to help lead efforts to prepare the townfolk."

Speaking softly to Greth, Rohese assures, "And it is much appreciated."

Speaking to Greth, Xilona asks, "Do you need anything from us?"

Speaking to Greth, Traiva says, "Being a good listener is all some people need at times."

The fire brings a welcome warmth that seems to soak into your very bones and makes you feel relaxed.

You say, "For all we know, this could be just the beginning of a terrible downslide in climate."

Xilona agrees with you.

You quickly say, "I've got a volunteer to check into the wilds --"

Rohese gently brushes her cool silver hair away from her eyes and, with a deft twist of her wrist, tucks it behind one ear.

You say, "Although we need others to join the team."

Speaking placatingly to you, Naamit says, "Fine, clearly the knitting effort for blankets was not sufficient. We shall double the supply."

Naamit places her hand on her hourglass girdle. Naamit shifts her weight.

You say, "We should simultaneously be working on preparing the town and finding the source."

The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.

You nod once.

Greth says, "For now, my focus is on those who live on the streets of Mist Harbor.  I care for them as I may, but they are ill equipped to handle extended cold weather."

Khobra nods slowly to Greth.

Speaking to Greth, Xilona asks, "How can I help?"

Speaking in Krolvin, Sreka barks something you don't understand.

Speaking to you, Juspera exclaims, "You have to tell people not to light fires with all the windows closed!"

Speaking softly to you, Rohese reassures, "You know that I will do all I can."

Naamit asks, "Who among us are knitters and cobblers? Treecutters?"

Xanlin whispers, "What needs to be checked in the wilds?"

You gaze in amusement at Juspera.

Speaking to Greth, Xilona says, "I have a locker full of clothes."

Greth says, "Keep your eyes open.  They are well hidden, but as the cold settles in, they will emerge, likely the worse for wear."

You say, "We should be on the lookout for any odd changes in weather in the wilds."

You say, "Places that aren't touched by the snow."

Naamit nods grimly to Greth.

You say, "Where it seems not as frozen or cold."

You say, "Or the opposite."

Apsaras nods to you.

Xilona nods understandingly to Greth.

Juspera says, "I think wood should be brought in from other towns via the teleportation devices, because it takes so long to dry out."

With an empathetic nod, Rohese discreetly takes Xanthium's hand in hers and gives it a momentary squeeze.

Khobra nods slowly to Greth.

Juspera says, "If you cut down trees."

Rohese smiles at Xanthium.

You nod at Juspera.

You say, "I know the General Store in the Landing has logs for sale."

Sreka says, "Besides, there are firewood tents."

Juspera nods.

Rohese whispers something to Xanthium.

Greth says, "I have Penre bringing around canteens of hot soup, but he has had less and less luck locating the ones we know of."

You say, "Perhaps some mages could carefully heat it up without setting it on fire."

Naamit says, "Mana can be harvested for more reusable sources."

Naamit nods in agreement to you.

Rohese whispers something to Xanthium.

You ask, "Locating the whats, Greth?"

Rohese smiles at Xanthium.

Xanthium smiles quietly to herself.

Juspera asks, "We could take donations for firewood, and then someone buy it and continually restock it in the Commons for people to take?"

Khobra raises an eyebrow.

Traiva put a pewter stein on a cask-faced white oak bar.

Speaking to you, Apsaras says, "Think me means some o' the Towners."

You quickly ask, "People are missing?"

Greth says, "There are a group of young individuals who make their homes in the streets and alleys of Mist Harbor.  Not a lot, but enough that they need some care."

You peer quizzically at Greth.

Vatha gets a blank look on his face.

Rohese places a hand over her heart.

Juspera says, "Oh, well, that's understandable."

Greth says, "I feed them as I may, and give them work when I can, but there are more than I can care for."

Naamit nods slowly at Vatha.

Rohese nods understandingly at Xanthium.

Speaking gently to Greth, you say, "And I thank you for it, Greth."

Raising the tips of her fingers briefly to one earlobe, Xilona seems to be channeling sounds from Greth's very being.

You say, "Clearly we can't bring in food from the Landing."

You say, "For all we know, the Blight could spread here."

The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.

Speaking to Greth, Naamit says, "Send them into my care, I'll put them to work and feed them all the while."

You say, "We don't quite understand how it spreads."

Speaking to Greth, Xilona says, "Whatever you need, just ask. You are our ears and eyes."

Rohese softly asks, "I wonder if the Firefly Villa would be willing to open its doors to those in need of shelter?"

Greth says, "They're in hiding, in any case.  But if this weather continues, they will emerge, and they will need help."

Speaking to Naamit, you ask, "No conditions on appearances?"

Gazing into the flames, your mind wanders.  You relive old adventures and battles and plan greater triumphs yet to be.  It is pleasant to sit here and dream by the fire.  Perhaps you will conquer the world tomorrow, or another day.  There is always a tomorrow.  But for now, the fire lulls you warmly.

Speaking vaguely to you, Naamit says, "I accept all kinds."

You nod once.

You ponder the meaning of Rohese's existence.

Xanthium smiles.

Khobra smirks.

Akenna just arrived.

Speaking to Rohese, you say, "You are just the diplomatic person to ask."

Rohese smiles at you.

You say, "Perhaps that could be your task."

You nod at Rohese.

You give Akenna a friendly hug, stirring the scent of opium-tainted smoke wrapped against a base of blackish mahogany, creating a haunting silhouette against a backdrop of night-blooming jasmine from her skin.

Speaking to Greth, Xilona asks, "Wasn't the militia building a safe haven?"

Speaking softly to you, Rohese says, "Gladly."

Speaking to Rohese, Sreka says, "Perhaps the Guardians of Sunfist could open their doors as well."

You say, "I think Akenna should join Apsaras in the wilds."

Akenna gives you a friendly hug.

Speaking to Xilona, Naamit says, "We are indeed."

Apsaras beams happily at Akenna!

Greth says, "Last I heard, it was nearly ready."

Apsaras stands up.

Rohese nods in agreement at Sreka.

Traiva amusedly says, "I could see about opening Paupers' annex for those who need a warm place. Goodness knows we have all kinds roaming about there anyway."

Apsaras hugs Akenna, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Akenna cocks her head.

Rohese smiles at Traiva.

Akenna hugs Apsaras, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Traiva flutters her wings at Akenna.

Juspera nods in greeting at Akenna.

Speaking to Naamit, Xilona asks, "Wouldn't that be a warm place for the misplaced during this weather?"

You reach out and touch your Harbor militia badge.

Rohese softly says, "The Hale Hall is another good place for respite."

Rohese nods in agreement at Traiva.

Sreka says, "And the various guilds in town."

Akenna warmly greets, "Good evening."

You nod at Xilona.

Akenna sits down next to Apsaras.

Xilona smirks at Traiva.

Speaking to Xilona, Naamit says, "In a cave? Well, it'd be out of the snow anyway."

Xanthium nods at Juspera.

Traiva says, "We have drinks at least."

Traiva shrugs her shoulders, lifting her wings slightly.

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "You might be able to ingratiate yourself with the townsfolk."

Xilona nods at Naamit.

Speaking to Xanthium, you say, "I've seen the charm on you."

Xanthium smiles at you.

Apsaras sits down next to Akenna.

You grin wickedly at Xanthium.

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "I'll give it a shot."

Folding her arms against her waist, Apsaras slips her hands into the opposite sleeve of her taupe silk kimono and maintains a contemplative disposition.

Xilona flashes a quick grin at Xanthium.

You nod at Xanthium.

Juspera says, "Wait, I'm charming."

Speaking to Juspera, you say, "Collecting firewood seems to be a good task for you."

Traiva spends some time haggling with Greth Rottgut.

Speaking to you, Xanthium asks, "Are any of them as nice-looking and broad-shouldered as the Bear?"

Juspera glances between Xanthium and yourself.

Speaking to Juspera, you whisper aloud, "But don't set it on fire."

Speaking amusedly to Xanthium, you say, "Perhaps."

Apsaras pulls her hands out of the confines of her taupe silk kimono's sleeves.

Apsaras slips her hand under the a black-eared red and grey fox's head and lightly scratches at his chin and neck.

Speaking to you, Xanthium says, "You know, the - yes, that one."

Juspera mumbles something under her breath.

Xanthium nods to you.

You ponder the meaning of Traiva's existence.

The fire begins to die down somewhat, the flames retreating, and the embers shifting colors as they cool.

Juspera says, "Fine, I'll get firewood."

Rohese beams happily at a black-eared red and grey fox!

Rohese pets a black-eared red and grey fox, which nuzzles her hand softly.

Juspera says, "But I need people to give me donations."

Speaking to Traiva, you ask, "What would you like to be in charge of?"

Juspera says, "Like a lot of money."

Xanthium touches her fingers to her heart, the tips digging into the fabric of her jade green robe, and offers a soft prayer to Ivas.

Juspera says, "And I'll buy it and bring it to the Commons."

You nod at Juspera.

Xilona removes a Mist Harbor promissory note from in her crimson fustian jacket.

Xilona offers Juspera a Mist Harbor promissory note.

Juspera accepts Xilona's promissory note.

Speaking to you, Traiva says, "Cat herding. I seem to have that skill."

Juspera sniffs at her promissory note.

A quiet voice ripples through the room, "The Flock are being dealt with, and Greth will have no shortage of funds to take care of any who might need it."  Before the last echo fades, a dark shape slips through the doors and out into the night.

Traiva flashes a quick grin.

Speaking fondly to a black-eared red and grey fox, Rohese greets, "Hello, Phalyn, I didn't see you or your mistress enter."

Rohese pets a black-eared red and grey fox, which nuzzles her hand softly.

The red and grey fox barks.

Juspera glances at Xilona.

Speaking to Juspera, Xilona says, "Not sure how much is there, but it's yours. You need more, let me know."

Traiva cocks her head.

Xanthium glances up.

Rohese glances out.

Apsaras glances out.

You flatly say, "Socius."

Sreka says, "Well, that's considerate."

Greth chuckles softly.

Xanthium smiles at Xilona.

Naamit slowly empties her lungs.

Juspera smiles nervously at Xilona.

Naamit says, "Well, that puts that to rest."

The red and grey fox sniffs at the air.

Juspera put a Mist Harbor promissory note in her cloak.

The red and grey fox stands up.

The red and grey fox pads around the room.

Greth says, "Funds are one thing... making sure those who need help get it is something else."

You admit, "I may have known he was here."

You say, "But clearly he didn't want others to know."

You fold your arms over your chest.

Akenna agrees with Greth.

Speaking softly to Greth, Rohese says, "It seems you have quite a responsibility put upon you."

Xilona agrees with Greth.

Greth says, "Socius likes to think that throwing money at things makes them better sometimes."

Speaking to Xilona, you say, "I think you are best as the go between for us and Greth."

You gaze in amusement at Greth.

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Greth.

Naamit flashes a quick grin at Greth.

Juspera says, "Well."

Speaking to Xilona, you ask, "What else would you like to be in charge of?"

Juspera says, "It does."

Speaking to Greth, Traiva says, "Once the right people have the money, things can get better."

You peer quizzically at Xilona.

Greth says, "Well... that or killing them, I suppose."

Xanthium says, "It's a common reaction, too.  Mostly because those in need are usually most short of that."

Akenna asks, "What about Miss Selbi?"

Sreka nods at Juspera.

Speaking to you, Xilona says, "I am here often enough, that is true."

The red and grey fox barks.

Naamit nods in agreement to Greth.

Akenna folds her hands in her lap.

Khobra grins at Greth.

Akenna agrees with a black-eared red and grey fox.

Traiva slips her hand under the a black-eared red and grey fox's head and lightly scratches at his chin and neck.

Naamit put a white ceramic cup on a cask-faced white oak bar.

Speaking to you, Xilona says, "Whatever you need. However, the less I have to deal with people, the better."

Xilona winks at you.

The fire has almost died away, only a few flames totter about like old men seeking the youth they have lost.

Xanthium looks thoughtfully at Xilona.

Naamit just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

Naamit just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

Greth says, "Mistress Selbi has... her own agenda.  And doesn't take kindly to fools."

Rohese looks thoughtfully at Xilona.

You chuckle at Xilona.

Speaking to Xilona, Xanthium says, "You sell yourself short, healer."

Naamit takes a wooden stick and tosses it into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.

Greth shrugs slightly.

Sreka just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

Sreka tosses some wood into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.

Xanthium smiles at Xilona.

Speaking to Xilona, you say, "Perhaps you could work with Greth on the incoming people."

Sreka just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

Speaking to Xanthium, Xilona says, "I only like them in small doses, and when I'm working."

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Greth.

Juspera nods appreciatively at Sreka.

You say, "Make sure they are healthy before they find shelter."

Speaking to Greth, Akenna says, "No I mean, what are her thoughts?  I haven't seen her recently."

You nod at Xilona.

Rohese smiles at Xilona.

Xilona nods to you.

You turn to face Naamit.

Speaking amusedly to Naamit, you say, "And you already volunteered for blankets and sweaters."

Xilona says, "I am not.....charming."

Naamit cocks her head at you.

Xilona snickers to herself.

Speaking to Naamit, you say, "I couldn't even imagine what you would find interesting in so many knots."

Greth says, "She's in here pretty regularly, honestly, though she tends to be around when the place is mostly empty."

Juspera flaps a mittened hand.

Speaking softly to Xilona, Rohese posits, "You're endearing."

Akenna nods to Greth.

Naamit says, "Some days back, yes. And speaking of knotwork."

Naamit grins mischievously.

Traiva takes a drink from her rosy hibiscus metheglin.

Speaking to you, Naamit says, "I won't be the one to tie the knot."

Apsaras glances at her leather-tied sandals.

Juspera can offer Xanthium only a blank expression.

You ask, "Oh?"

You gaze in amusement at Naamit.

Naamit starts chortling at you!

Speaking to herself, Apsaras says, "Goin' tae need boots."

Juspera gazes heavenward.

Akenna says, "I just shovel paths recently... hate shovelling snow."

Akenna sighs.

Xilona grins at Rohese.

Rohese winks at Xilona.

Traiva calmly flutters her wings at Akenna to an unheard rhythm.

Speaking to Apsaras, Akenna exclaims, "I can make you some!"

You turn to face Vatha.

Speaking to Vatha, you exclaim, "You!"

Speaking to Rohese, Xilona says, "You always manage to see the best in people."

You ask, "Who are you?"

Xilona smiles.

You peer quizzically at Vatha.

Rohese wrinkles her nose.

You glance at Sreka.

Speaking to Sreka, you say, "And you."

Apsaras grins at Akenna.

You say, "Two faces I don't recognize."

Greth says, "You're all welcome to stay as long as you like, but I'll leave you to your discussion.  I've likely said too much, as it is."

A log crashes and falls over into the fire.  The flames grow upon it slowly, like roses awakening, until the whole log is aglow with a garden of embers.

Juspera squints at Greth.

You nod to Greth.

Khobra smirks at Greth.

Speaking to Greth, Naamit says, "Oh, before you go back to your duties..."

Speaking to Greth, you say, "Thank you for filling in some holes."

Speaking to Greth, Xilona says, "As always, thank you for your hospitality."

Apsaras nods to Greth.

Naamit removes a piece of white paper from in her shawm case.

Speaking to Greth, Traiva says, "You never say too much."

Vatha blinks.

Naamit stands up.

Speaking to you, Sreka says, "I'm just a ranger."

Xanthium looks thoughtfully at Greth.

Naamit purposefully takes a few steps toward Greth.

Rohese smiles at Greth.

Greth moves out of Naamit's way and glances at her.

Naamit begins to breathe less deeply.

Speaking to Greth, Xanthium says, "I'm new and I don't think that's true..."

Xanthium chuckles.

Greth asks, "Yes, Mistress Naamit?"

Speaking to Sreka, you ask, "Name?"

Xilona appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Vatha asks, "I'm a guy what wanted a cuppa greasy ale. What?"

(Naamit offers her paper to Greth.)

Vatha takes a drink from his greasy amber ale.

Xanthium says, "I can only imagine how the rest feel."

Speaking to Greth, Traiva says, "And thank you for not saying anything about my music earlier."

Traiva winks at Greth.

Sreka says, "Sreka."

Greth accepts Naamit's paper and nods once to her, tucking it behind the bar.

You cautiously say, "Nice to meet you, Sreka."

The red and grey fox roots around the room.

Speaking to Greth, Naamit whispers aloud, "See Socius gets this."

You ask, "Do you have a goal in being here this afternoon?"

Traiva lightly places her hand on the red and grey fox, which responds by moving his body beneath her hand for a thorough rubbing.

You peer quizzically at Sreka.

Juspera says, "Okay people. I need more money for firewood."

Juspera fidgets.

Juspera holds out her palm, looking for a handout.

Traiva just handed Juspera some coins.

Juspera glances at Traiva.

You give Juspera 100 coins.

Greth whispers softly, "I shall," then turns away and begins to polish bottles behind the bar.

Xanthium grins at Juspera.

The red and grey fox barks at Traiva.

Vatha says, "I also need money. For... firewood."

Sreka says, "I like this town. I wanted to see what was going on and if I could help."

Xanthium just handed Juspera some coins.

Vatha nods.

Xanthium nods at Sreka.

Khobra smirks at Greth.

A log crashes and falls over into the fire.  The flames grow upon it slowly, like roses awakening, until the whole log is aglow with a garden of embers.

Juspera says, "Darcena. Think of these poor people, shivering in their homes."

You nod at Sreka.

Xilona nods once at Sreka.

Speaking to Sreka, Xanthium says, "That's my reason for coming, as well."

Speaking to Sreka, you ask, "What are your best skills?"

Xilona walks toward Sreka.

Naamit nods with satisfaction.

Khobra casually observes her surroundings.

Defender of Mist Harbor Naamit just went through a set of swinging oak doors.

The red and grey fox sniffs at the air.

With a flap of his wings, the ebony peregrine falcon launches himself into the air.

The ebony peregrine falcon flies off.

Juspera asks, "Will one hundred silvers keep them warm and safe?"

Juspera exclaims, "No!"

Speaking to Sreka, Xilona says, "Please, my name is Xilona."

You promise, "I'll find you a job."

Xilona shakes her head.

You give a sidelong glance at Juspera.

Juspera says, "Think of their shivering children, I ask you."

Xilona says, "Pleasure."

Juspera scowls at you.

You scowl at Juspera.

Xanthium grins at Juspera.

Defender of Mist Harbor Naamit just arrived.

Speaking to Juspera, you say, "Show me the firewood first."

Juspera stands up.

You shake your head at Juspera and cluck your tongue.

Speaking to Juspera, Xanthium says, "You've taken to your role."

Speaking to Juspera, you say, "I know you."

Rohese glances between Juspera and yourself.

Juspera glances at you and folds her arms over her chest.

Juspera turns to face Rohese.

Rohese bites her lip.

Rohese inclines her head.

Speaking to you, Xilona says, "Me too, that's why I gave her monies blindly."

Speaking to Juspera, Traiva says, "I should have given you enough for a log, surely."

Speaking to Sreka, Apsaras says, "My callin' be Apsaras."

Xilona snickers to herself.

Speaking to Rohese, Juspera asks, "A donation for the poor shivering people, my lady?"

Xanthium renews her songs.

Speaking softly to Juspera, Rohese says, "Of course."

Speaking to you, Sreka says, "I do not think I have many skills aside from hitting things with blunt instruments."

Speaking to Traiva, Juspera asks, "Are you with her?"

Juspera cocks her head at you.

Xilona laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Juspera.

Rohese rummages around in her pockets.

Rohese just handed Juspera some coins.

Speaking dubiously to Rohese, Juspera says, "That's.. better."

Naamit smirks.

Rohese smiles at Juspera.

Speaking to Sreka, Akenna introduces, "I'm Akenna!"

Xanthium says, "Oh, I arrived late so I neglected to introduce myself.  I'm Xanthium Dyvim."

Speaking to Juspera, Traiva asks, "With Darcena?"

You ponder the meaning of Sreka's existence.

Khobra examines Xanthium closely, sizing her up and taking note of all the details.

Speaking to Traiva, Juspera says, "Yeah you seem to have her sense of humor."

Juspera mumbles something under her breath.

Speaking softly to Juspera, Rohese reassures, "I will see more funds reach you soon."

Xanthium says, "It's good to meet everyone, those I did not know before."

Speaking to Xanthium, Akenna exclaims, "Nice to meet you!"

Xanthium smiles at Akenna.

Juspera smiles a slightly oily smile at Rohese.

Juspera curtsies.

Sreka says, "I will go get some money for firewood."

Speaking to Xanthium, Akenna introduces, "I'm Akenna!"

A log crashes and falls over into the fire.  The flames grow upon it slowly, like roses awakening, until the whole log is aglow with a garden of embers.

Juspera strides over to stand before Khobra.

Speaking to Rohese, Xilona says, "Small doses my Lady."

Sreka stands up.

Traiva begins chortling at Juspera.

Xilona winks at Rohese.

Sreka just went through a set of swinging oak doors.

Speaking to Xanthium, Apsaras says, "Nice tae meet ye as well."

Naamit gives a sidelong glance at Vatha.

You say, "Hmm."

Rohese smiles at Xilona.

You say, "Oh, Sreka disappeared."

Speaking to Akenna, Xanthium says, "Is that your fox, Akenna?  A pleasure, yes."

You glance at a set of swinging oak doors.

Vatha stares at his greasy amber ale.

Speaking to Khobra, Juspera asks, "Donations for the poor shivering babies?"

Rohese glances skeptically at Juspera.

Xanthium pets a black-eared red and grey fox, which nuzzles her hand softly.

Speaking to Rohese, Xilona says, "Juspera is....hmmm....Juspera."

Speaking to Vatha, you ask, "Are you going to help or just drink greasy ale while the world freezes around you?"

Speaking amusedly to Juspera, Traiva says, "I have seen Darcena at times, but I do not know her well."

Rohese nods slowly at Xilona.

You peer quizzically at Vatha.

Xilona flashes a quick grin.

Speaking to Xanthium, Akenna says, "That's Phalyn, he's my family."

Khobra removes a handful of coral flakes from in her midnight black cloak.

Khobra offers Juspera a handful of coral flakes.

Juspera accepts Khobra's coral flakes.

Apsaras smiles softly.

Akenna runs her hand across the head of a black-eared red and grey fox and gives him a light scratch; the fox butts her hand in response as if begging for more.

Juspera glances skeptically at a handful of coral flakes in her hand.

Juspera curtsies to Khobra.

Juspera put a handful of coral flakes in her cloak.

Speaking to a black-eared red and grey fox, Xanthium says, "You're adorable, Phalyn."

Xanthium lightly places her hand on the red and grey fox, which responds by moving his body beneath her hand for a thorough rubbing.

Speaking in Dark Elven, Khobra says something you don't understand.

Juspera strides over to stand before Apsaras.

The red and grey fox wags his tail back and forth slowly.

Traiva nods in agreement at Xanthium.

Naamit whispers something to Juspera.

Xanthium smiles at Apsaras.

Speaking disappointedly to Xilona, Rohese whispers aloud, "Do you mean that I should distrust her?"

Speaking to Apsaras, Juspera says, "What will you give to keep chi -"

Juspera glances at Naamit.

Sreka just arrived.

Speaking to Xanthium, Traiva says, "He is a darling."

Rohese glances skeptically at Juspera.

Juspera clears her throat.

Speaking to Apsaras, Juspera asks, "What will you give to keep children from dying of cold in the night?"

Vatha stares off into space.

Xilona looks over at Rohese and shakes her head.

Speaking to Juspera, Apsaras exclaims, "Nae coins with me now but will get some tae ye!"

Xanthium says, "I like clever, sweet terrors like foxes and owls and ravens...."

Juspera fidgets.

Sreka taps Juspera lightly on her shoulder.

Xanthium pets a black-eared red and grey fox, which nuzzles her hand softly.

Sreka says, "Money for firewood."

Juspera says, "Um. Okay."

Sreka just handed Juspera some coins.

Speaking to Rohese, Xilona says, "Not at all dear friend. She just gets distracted."

Speaking to Vatha, Akenna says, "Nice to meet you, I'm Akenna."

Speaking to Sreka, you say, "Ah, there you are."

Juspera grins at Sreka.

Rohese smiles at Xilona.

Speaking to Sreka, you say, "You might be good at cutting down firewood."

You nod at Sreka.

Rohese nods understandingly at Xilona.

Juspera exclaims, "Now this half-krolvin is generous!"

Speaking to Rohese, Xilona says, "In the very best and most fun ways."

You say, "Just switch a mace for an axe."

Juspera nods approvingly at Sreka.

You flash a quick grin at Sreka.

Xilona grins at Rohese.

Rohese giggles softly at Xilona.

Traiva starts chortling at you!

Juspera moves to stand in front of Xanthium.

Sreka exclaims, "I can try!"

Speaking to Xanthium, Juspera says, "Xanthium."

Naamit gazes with a bemused expression at Vatha.

Speaking to Rohese, Xilona says, "We're almost friend."

Speaking to Juspera, Xanthium says, "I just gave you money."

Sreka asks, "Where can I buy an axe?"

Speaking to Xanthium, Juspera says, "If you can afford that naginata -"

Xanthium stares at Juspera.

Juspera says, "Oh."

Xilona winks at Juspera.

Juspera asks, "You did?"

Xanthium laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

You shout, "Was someone assigned to bring in extra food?"

Xanthium just handed Juspera some coins.

Vatha grunts.

Juspera mutters under her breath.

You say, "From the Nations would be best."

Speaking to Juspera, Apsaras says, "I will go get ye some now."

Akenna says, "I can do that."

Apsaras stands up.

Xanthium says, "Here's the double of what I already handed you."

Akenna nods to you.

Xanthium nods at Juspera.

Apsaras uses both hands to pull the hood on her taupe silk kimono up over her head and then smooths out the gathered fabric at the neckline.

Juspera sharply inhales and exhales a heavy breath in annoyance.

You nod at Akenna.

Speaking in Dark Elven to Juspera, Khobra says something you don't understand.

The fire sings its ancient song of security from the dangers of the night as you gaze into the comfortable blaze.

Speaking to Akenna, you say, "Thank yoyu."

You notice Apsaras moving stealthily through a set of swinging oak doors.

Juspera moves to stand in front of Vatha.

Speaking to you, Akenna says, "I'm headed back that way soon."

You nod at Akenna.

Rohese beams happily at Akenna!

Juspera smiles in a sugary way at Vatha.

Speaking to you, Xilona asks, "Do you need anything from me or can I take my leave?"

Akenna flashes a wide grin at Rohese.

You ponder the meaning of Xilona's existence.

Xanthium chuckles.

Speaking to Xilona, you say, "I always need things from you."

Speaking softly to Akenna, Rohese says, "That is good news indeed."

You grin wickedly at Xilona.

Speaking to Vatha, Juspera says, "I don't know you.  But I know you love helping children."

Juspera glances expectantly at Vatha.

Vatha blinks.

Juspera holds her palm out toward Vatha, looking for a handout.

Speaking to you, Xilona says, "I'm married and I enjoy the meat to stay on my bones."

Xilona winks at you.

Speaking to Xilona, you say, "But I think just helping Greth with healing and providing support to the ---"

You sigh sadly.

Speaking to Juspera, Naamit asks, "Are you a helpless child in need of a handout, Juspera?"

Vatha says, "I... what? That kid's not mine."

You gaze forlornly at Xilona.

Traiva giggles.

Juspera glances sharply at Naamit.

Apsaras walks toward Juspera.

Vatha says, "Oh. Oh. CHILDREN. Right."

Speaking to Vatha, Juspera says, "No, no."

Juspera waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.

Naamit chortles softly at some secret joke.

Speaking amusedly to Vatha, Traiva says, "You were quick with the denial there.."

Vatha gets a blank look on his face.

Speaking to you, Xilona says, "I know,I know. I'll bring you a treat next time. I promise."

Speaking to Vatha, Juspera says, "The dying children in the uh."

Speaking coyly to Vatha, Traiva asks, "Practice much?"

Speaking to Xilona, you say, "Just continuing to stay in touch with Greth and passing along messages is probably good."

Juspera scratches her head.

You flash a quick grin at Xilona.

Apsaras just handed Juspera some coins.

You stare at Juspera.

Greth grimaces as he serves up a bowl of broth for a particularly haggard-looking patron.  He gulps as he slides the broth down the bar to the customer, but turns away before consumption can begin.

Juspera beams happily at Apsaras!

Speaking to Juspera, Apsaras exclaims, "There ye go!"

Speaking to Juspera, you offer, "Alleys."

Xilona nods to you.

Akenna surreptitiously glances at Vatha.

Using both hands, Apsaras pushes the hood of her kimono off of her head.

(Juspera pushes Xanthium away with a hand.)

Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Speaking to you, Xilona says, "Whatever you need, let me know."

Speaking to Xanthium, Juspera hisses, "Not now!"

You nod at Xilona.

Juspera turns to face Vatha.

Akenna leans over and whispers, "He seems a bit off."

You gratefully say, "Thank you."

Xilona bows to Rohese.

Apsaras ponders.

Xanthium laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Juspera.

Akenna holds up her hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.

Rohese reluctantly says, "I suppose I should probably venture back out into the cold."

Rohese stands up.

Sreka says, "Is there a place on the isle to cut down trees? I don't want to cut down trees that might be tainted withthe Blight."

Speaking to Juspera, Xanthium says, "You can keep up."

Traiva rubs Rohese gently.

Speaking to Rohese, Xilona says, "Always good to see you."

Vatha is admiring Juspera.

You nod at Akenna.

Speaking to Vatha, Juspera says, "The freezing logs."

Sreka says, "That does not need to spread."

Rohese runs her hands down the skirt of the gown, smoothing any wrinkles.

Akenna nods slowly to you.

Rohese dons her smoky fur hat.

Speaking quickly to Vatha, Juspera says, "I mean the freezing children."

Juspera nods at Vatha.

Xilona nods once at Naamit.

Speaking to Sreka, you say, "Oh, that's a good thought."

You ponder.

Rohese smiles at Traiva.

Speaking to Sreka, Naamit says, "There is no blight here, only unsavory weather. Chop them all."

Vatha asks, "You've got children in Icemule?"

Rohese gives Traiva a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Traiva kisses Rohese tenderly on the cheek.
Juspera stares at Vatha.

Rohese kisses Xilona tenderly on the cheek.

Speaking to Rohese, Traiva says, "Walk quickly."

Vatha hiccups!

Rinori just arrived.

Traiva winks at Rohese.

Xilona says, "Be well all. Thank you for all your pre-help."

Rohese giggles softly at Traiva.

Xilona kisses Rohese tenderly on the cheek.

Apsaras beams happily at Akenna!

Speaking to Xilona, Naamit says, "Indeed."

Traiva flutters her wings at Rinori.

Xilona waves.

The red and grey fox raises his ears, glancing around the room.

Naamit grins mischievously.

Xanthium renews her songs.

Speaking to Vatha, Juspera asks, "No, the children are freezing in Mist Harbor because of the snow. Please spare a donation?"

Apsaras hugs Akenna, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Defender of Mist Harbor Xilona just went through a set of swinging oak doors.

Akenna hugs Apsaras, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Rohese graciously says, "Good night all."

Rinori fans her dark blue wings at Traiva, visibly stirring the air about her.

The red and grey fox barks.

Vatha exclaims, "Oh!"

Speaking to Vatha, Juspera says, "At least fifty thousand silvers is suggested."

Vatha offers Juspera a mug of greasy amber ale.

Vatha says, "That'll warm 'em up."

Juspera exclaims, "No!"

Juspera declines Vatha's offer.

High Lady Rohese just went through a set of swinging oak doors.

Juspera mumbles something under her breath.

Juspera turns away from Vatha, ignoring him.

Xanthium says, "As I mentioned, coconuts make for very efficient charcoal, they burn well and long."

Vatha says, "Keeping me pretty toasty."

Vatha blinks.

Vatha exclaims, "What!"

Speaking in Aelotian to Rinori, Traiva says something you don't understand.

Akenna apologizes, "Sorry about being late... I was kept out hunting."

Akenna glances at a black-eared red and grey fox.

Juspera turns to face Rinori.

Juspera begs.

Traiva shakes her head at a black-eared red and grey fox and clucks her tongue.

Xanthium says, "And there's any number of them available, to see the menus and bar lists around town."

You smile at Akenna.

Speaking to Rinori, Juspera asks, "A donation for the children?"
Juspera takes a drink from her smoky copper whiskey.

Speaking in Aelotian to Traiva, Rinori says something you don't understand.

Akenna grins cheerfully at Sreka.

Speaking to Akenna, you say, "I"ll catch you up over broth another night."

Traiva agrees with Rinori.

Traiva stands up.

Akenna grins at you weakly.

Traiva put a pewter stein on a cask-faced white oak bar.

Now and again, some resin hidden in the wood is ignited by the flames, and the fire snaps and crackles loudly.  The sweet smell of the resin permeates the air and fills your nostrils.

Juspera shifts her weight.

Akenna says, "I can't.. wait."

Rinori cocks her head at Juspera.

Akenna surreptitiously glances at Greth.

You beam happily at Akenna!

Vatha takes a drink from his greasy amber ale.

Xanthium chuckles.

Sreka just grabbed a wooden stick from the basket of sticks.

Speaking quickly to Rinori, Juspera says, "Because of the snow. Freezing children. Wood for money."

Juspera says, "I mean money for wood."

Sreka tosses some wood into the fire and watches as the flames leap higher.

Speaking to Vatha, you ask, "You wouldn't like a task to help the Isle?"

Juspera holds out her palm, looking for a handout.

Xanthium nods at Juspera.

Speaking to Akenna, Apsaras exclaims, "And we need tae catch up tae!"

Akenna shows Sreka rings of cobalt and aquamarine sigils inked on her left palm.

Akenna nods in agreement at Apsaras.

Akenna exclaims, "We do!"

Vatha glances at you.

Vatha rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Sreka gasps.

Kobane just arrived.

Vatha asks, "...how much walking does it involve?"

Juspera glances expectantly at Rinori.

Vatha sits down.

Rinori looks over at Juspera and shakes her head.

You amusedly say, "As much or as little as you'd like."

Xanthium smiles at Traiva.

Speaking to Vatha, you ask, "What are your skills?"

Speaking to Juspera, Rinori says, "I have nothing to offer but my time."

You peer quizzically at Vatha.

Juspera flatly says, "Fifty thousand silvers is considered an acceptable donation."

Juspera says, "Oh."

You nod to Rinori in greeting.

You smile at Kobane.

Juspera mumbles something under her breath.

Vatha says, "I occupy space with enormous grace."

Vatha is admiring himself again.

Juspera turns to face Kobane.

Juspera smiles at Kobane.

Khobra examines Vatha closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.

Xanthium rests a gentle hand on Traiva's arm.

Kobane casually glances around the room.

Xanthium gives Traiva a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Kobane nods in greeting to you.

You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.

You squint at Vatha.

Traiva kisses Xanthium tenderly on the cheek.

Kobane nods in greeting at Juspera.

Rinori looks thoughtfully at you.

Traiva smiles at Xanthium.

Traiva says, "Excuse me, please."

Speaking to Vatha, you say, "Perhaps you could sit at Gardenia Commons and oversee the donations."

Juspera asks, "Could you spare some money to buy firewood for the poor freezing children of Mist Harbor?"

Xanthium stands up.

You say, "Ensuring they are separated into appropriate pile sand distributed."

Xanthium curtsies to Traiva.

Rinori leans over and whispers, "You look very strong."

The flames glimmer, red and scarlet, orange and yellow.  The colors warm the surroundings and bring a cheerful glow to all things.

Vatha says, "Oh. Yes. I do love money."

You nod slowly at Rinori.

You flex your powerful muscles.

Rinori blushes a nice shade of rosy pink.

Speaking to you, Traiva says, "Please let me know if I should see about releasing the guards at Paupers' annex entrance."

Naamit flashes Vatha a toothy grin.

Akenna grins at Sreka.

Juspera gazes hopefully at Kobane.

Naamit just handed Vatha some coins.

You nod at Traiva.

Vatha beams happily at Naamit!

Kobane ponders.

Naamit walks over to the couch and settles down.

Speaking to Traiva, you say, "I think that's a good idea."

Traiva flutters her wings at you.

Akenna stands up.

Traiva flutters her wings at Rinori.

You say, "In combination with Rohese's discussions with the Firefly Villa."

Traiva kisses Akenna tenderly on the cheek.

The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.

Traiva nods in agreement to you.

You say, "And perhaps speaking with Selbi at Hale Hall."

Rinori's eyes crinkle upward at the edges, though the rest of her face is concealed by the folds of her black wool cowl.

(Naamit folds one leg over another, smooths her gown and reclines into the overstuffed couch.)

Akenna gives Traiva a lingering kiss on the cheek.

You turn to face Rinori.

Traiva says, "The whole Hall, yes."

Speaking quietly to Juspera, Kobane says, "One moment, please."

Speaking to Rinori, you ask, "What are your strengths?"

Traiva waves.

You peer quizzically at Rinori.

(Juspera takes a long, careful look at Kobane's pockets.)

Xanthium waves to Traiva.

Speaking casually to Vatha, Naamit asks, "Would you like another?"

Juspera sighs.

Chatelaine Traiva just went through a set of swinging oak doors.

You explain, "I'm divvying up tasks along two paths --"

Speaking to you, Akenna says, "Pretty wings, it looks like."

Vatha says, "Oh. I take bears apart real good."

Vatha removes a troll skin from in his black cloak.

You say, "The first is looking into the source of the snow here on the Isle. The second is gathering supplies for the townsfolk."

Greth leans back against the bar, his arms crossed over his chest, and smiles to himself.  His gaze unfocuses, and his smile grows slightly wider at some pleasant memory.  After a moment, he blinks and looks around, checking on his customers, though the remnants of the smile remain.

Kobane offers Juspera an Icemule promissory note.

Vatha removes a brown bear skin from in his black cloak.

Vatha offers you a brown bear skin.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You flash a quick grin at Akenna.

Vatha asks, "You make a blanket outta that?"

You accept Vatha's offer and are now holding a brown bear skin.

Rinori pulls at the ends of her dark leather handwraps, tightening the fit as her fingers flex inside them.

Vatha works his fingers under his black leather hat and scratches his head.

Speaking to Vatha, you exclaim, "Oh!"

You exclaim, "Sure!"

You nod at Vatha.

Xanthium ponders.

Juspera says, "Oh, I... hold this."

Vatha put a troll skin in his black cloak.

The red and grey fox rolls around on the ground for a moment.

Juspera rummages around in her pockets.

Juspera just handed Xanthium some coins.

Naamit removes a slashed buckskin belt from in her lambswool cloak.

Juspera accepts Kobane's promissory note.

Naamit offers you a slashed buckskin belt.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You offer your brown bear skin to Naamit, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
Speaking quietly to Juspera, Kobane says, "Hopefully, that helps."

Juspera grins slowly.

Naamit starts chuckling at you!

Naamit put a slashed buckskin belt in her crimson backpack.

Naamit has accepted your offer and is now holding a brown bear skin.

Naamit put a brown bear skin in her crimson backpack.

Speaking to Kobane, Juspera exclaims, "That's very generous, thank you!"

Speaking to Vatha, Naamit says, "For your service."

Speaking to you, Rinori says, "I can heal or harm in equal measure."

Naamit just handed Vatha some coins.

Speaking quietly to Juspera, Kobane says, "Gladly."

The red and grey fox roots around the room.

You gaze with interest at Rinori.

Juspera put an Icemule promissory note in her cloak.

Xanthium looks thoughtfully at Naamit.

Kobane looks over at Juspera and shakes his head.

Speaking slowly to Rinori, you say, "That sounds very helpful."

Juspera fidgets.

You ask, "Are you charming or combative?"

You peer quizzically at Rinori.

Vatha removes a troll beard from in his black cloak.

Juspera glances uneasily at Xanthium.

Vatha carefully examines his troll beard.

Xanthium smiles at Naamit.

Naamit settles her gaze on Xanthium, watching her intently.

Rinori nods once.

Vatha says, "Probably not a good blanket."

Akenna says, "I can burn things..."

Akenna shuffles her feet.

Apsaras grins at Akenna.

Speaking to Xanthium, Juspera says, "Okay you can give it back now."

Juspera holds her palm out toward Xanthium, looking for a handout.

You gaze in amusement at Xanthium.

The fire brings a welcome warmth that seems to soak into your very bones and makes you feel relaxed.

Akenna says, "Make puddles."

Apsaras pulls Akenna closer to herself.

(Vatha attempts to wear the troll beard with little success.)

Akenna chuckles.

Akenna leans softly against Apsaras.

Speaking to Juspera, Xanthium asks, "What did I do now?"

Xanthium takes a drink from her rosy hibiscus metheglin.

Speaking to Xanthium, Juspera says, "The silvers I told you to hold onto."

Speaking gently to Akenna, you say, "You have two tasks already, my friend."

Xanthium just handed Juspera some coins.

Akenna grins sheepishly at you.

Xanthium shrugs at Juspera.

Juspera blinks at Xanthium.

Juspera says, "No, that's too -"

Juspera says, "Er -"

Akenna says, "Right shovelling and food bringing."

Speaking to Juspera, Xanthium says, "I didn't count them."

Akenna flashes a wide grin.

Juspera says, "That's the amount, yes."

Juspera nods slowly.

Xanthium says, "All right."

Xanthium shrugs.

Rinori shrugs at you.

You burst out in loud, raucous laughter at Juspera.

Xanthium says, "It's just money."

Juspera shifts her weight.

Juspera reaches inside her black cotton shirt and scratches herself under the arm.

Speaking to Akenna, you say, "And scouting the wilds with Apsaras."

Speaking to Akenna, you say, "I thought it would be up your alley."

Akenna exclaims, "And Scouting!"

Juspera says, "I'll go get the first shipment of firewood tonight."

Juspera nods.

Akenna beams happily at you!

You nod at Juspera.

Naamit picks up a falcon feather.

Naamit smiles quietly to herself.

Speaking sternly to Juspera, you say, "I expect to see firewood here."

Naamit pets a ruby-eyed ebony peregrine falcon.

You say, "In the town."

Rinori pushes the cowl up higher over her face until her lips are completely hidden in its folds.

You say, "Tomorrow."

Juspera asks, "What?"

Juspera exclaims, "There'll be firewood!"

Khobra smirks.

You noncommittally say, "Mm."

Apsaras applauds Juspera.

Xanthium laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Juspera.

Vatha says, "Unless someone burns it, because they needed it."

Juspera says, "Right."

You ponder the meaning of Vatha's existence.

Juspera says, "If there's no firewood, it's because the families are taking it and using it."

Xanthium nods slowly at Naamit.

Speaking to Vatha, you say, "Perhaps you should not be in charge of distribution."

Xanlin whispers, "Careful, she might burn down the bar to cover her embezzlement."

You say, "You seem to be in cahoots with Juspera."

You narrow your eyes.

Apsaras pets a black-eared red and grey fox, which nuzzles her hand softly.

Vatha says, "I don't even know what a cahoot is."

Vatha asks, "Is that some kind of wizard owl?"

Xanthium smiles at Naamit.

Akenna covers her mouth, then gives a small, discreet cough.

Juspera says, "I will put it in the commons. Under a um."

Juspera says, "Under a blanket to keep it dry."

You chortle at Vatha.

Speaking to you, Naamit says, "I'll put him to work, never fear."

Juspera says, "Under like a oilcloth coat."

You nod at Naamit.

Naamit grins mischievously at Xanthium.

Kobane gives Juspera a lopsided grin.

You say, "Excellent."

Speaking to Vatha, Akenna says, "It's like you know, working some scheme of sorts with another."

You turn to face Rinori.

You ponder the meaning of Rinori's existence.

You turn to face Kobane.

Speaking to Kobane, you ask, "And your task?"

Vatha gasps.

Akenna gives a sidelong glance at Juspera.

You peer quizzically at Kobane.

Xanthium says, "I will head back to Icemule, I believe.  New and old friends, it was good to see you all."

Vatha says, "Schemes. Perish the thought."

Juspera fidgets.

Naamit nods firmly at Xanthium.

Speaking quietly to you, Kobane asks, "What is needed?"

Naamit stands up.

Speaking to Juspera, Akenna asks, "You aren't really scheming are you?"

Xanthium looks thoughtfully at Naamit.

Speaking to Kobane, you say, "You could perhaps walk the Isle and see if there are any magical anomalies that would explain the weather patterns."

Juspera can offer Akenna only a blank expression.

Speaking to Vatha, Naamit says, "Indeed, perish the thought."

Xanthium nods slowly at Naamit.

A log crashes and falls over into the fire.  The flames grow upon it slowly, like roses awakening, until the whole log is aglow with a garden of embers.

Speaking to Kobane, you ask, "Do you, by chance, have an expertise in water or ice?"

Xanthium kisses Juspera on the cheek.

Speaking to Xanthium, Apsaras says, "Hopin' tae see ye some more."

Xanthium curtsies to Akenna.

Speaking to Juspera, Akenna says, "I didn't think so."

Xanthium smiles at Apsaras.

Speaking to Akenna, Juspera says, "Ask anyone, they'll tell you I'm not smart enough for that."

Vatha says, "I doubt a wizard owl could come up with a good scheme, anyway."

Juspera kisses Xanthium tenderly on the cheek.

Speaking quietly to you, Kobane says, "Aye, I am an ice mage."

Akenna bobs a quick curtsy to Xanthium.

Naamit whispers something to Vatha.

Akenna glances skeptically at Juspera.

Speaking to Apsaras, Xanthium says, "The same to you, Apsaras."

Speaking to Kobane, you purr, "Perfect."

Xanthium curtsies to Juspera.

Apsaras bows to Xanthium.

Apsaras beams!

You say, "See if you notice anything."

Xanthium kisses Juspera on the cheek.

You nod once.

Speaking to Juspera, Akenna says, "I think you are."

Juspera curtsies to Xanthium.

Xanthium curtsies to Apsaras.

Xanthium chuckles.

Xanthium looks thoughtfully at Naamit.

Speaking stupidly to Akenna, Juspera asks, "You think I'm smart?"

Vatha nods at Naamit.

Speaking quietly to you, Kobane says, "I can do this."

Xanthium folds her hands within the sleeves of her jade green robe and offers a small bow of acknowledgement.

Vatha says, "I will fight those bears barehanded. For their skin."

Drawing her hands from the sleeves of her jade green robe and solemnly folding them in supplication, Xanthium turns her eyes to the heavens and murmurs a soft prayer to Ivas.

Vatha nods and says, "And more booze."

Naamit nods firmly at Vatha.

The fire begins to die down somewhat, the flames retreating, and the embers shifting colors as they cool.

Xanthium nods at Naamit.

You say, "For all of you with tasks..."

Speaking to Juspera, Akenna says, "Yea, so you can drop the dumb act."

With a shrill squawk, a seagull flies into the bar, flapping madly.  It spies an unprotected bowl of crackers and dives, scooping up a few in its beak and scattering the rest across the floor.  Pleased with its prize, the seagull swoops back out.  Greth just shakes his head and grabs a broom.

Akenna gives Juspera a little prod between the shoulder blades.

You say, "I hope to see you all out there doing your work."

Xanthium just went through a set of swinging oak doors.

You say, "You can also write me a letter to update me on your progress."

Juspera says, "Okay."

You say, "Or tell us about it at our next gathering."

Akenna nods cheerfully to you.

You nod once.

Kobane nods understandingly to you.

Apsaras nods to you.

Naamit whispers something to Vatha.

Vatha stares at Naamit.

Vatha says, "I don't believe you."

Speaking to Vatha, Juspera says, "It's not too late to make a donation."

The fire has almost died away, only a few flames totter about like old men seeking the youth they have lost.

Naamit glances appraisingly at Vatha.

You ponder the meaning of Rinori's existence.

Juspera rummages around in her pockets.

Speaking to Vatha, Naamit says, "You will once you see one."

Naamit places her hand on her hourglass girdle and shifts her weight.

Vatha grunts.

Vatha removes a bear paw from in his black cloak.

Vatha offers Juspera a troll beard.

You cock your head at Rinori.

Speaking to Rinori, you say, "You haven't chosen a task."

You ponder the meaning of Rinori's existence.

Vatha offers Juspera a bear paw.

Naamit whispers, "He doesn't believe me that T'Kirem men dress in bearskins to terrorize young boys."

Juspera says, "Um."

Naamit chortles softly at some secret joke.

You flash a quick grin at Naamit.

Speaking to you, Rinori says, "No, I have not."

Naamit flashes a wolfish grin.

Juspera says, "I'm sorry, it's too heavy."

Juspera stares off into space.

Naamit claps her hands together in delight!

Speaking abruptly to Rinori, you ask, "Want one?"

Vatha says, "Little tykes can hold a fuzzy hand."

The fire has almost died away, only a few flames totter about like old men seeking the youth they have lost.

Khobra glances between Rinori and yourself.

Speaking to Vatha, Naamit says, "Do come around when you've rustled up your bounty."

Akenna nods once at Apsaras.

Naamit purposefully strides a few steps forward.

Speaking to Vatha, Juspera says, "Oh, you're useless."

Defender of Mist Harbor Naamit just went through a set of swinging oak doors.
With a flap of his wings, the ebony peregrine falcon launches himself into the air.

Rinori looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.

Vatha says, "I haven't rustled anything in a good long while."

Vatha stares off into space.

Vatha put a bear paw in his black cloak.

Juspera says, "And I'm hungry."

Vatha put a troll beard in his black cloak.

Juspera says, "I mean I'm excited. To get firewood."

You ponder the meaning of Rinori's existence.

Khobra smirks at Juspera.

Akenna whispers something to Apsaras.

Juspera says, "I can get it from Icemule so it's not infested with the blight."

Apsaras grins at Juspera.

The fire goes quietly out.  Small sounds come from the remaining bits of wood as they begin to cool off.  A last wisp of smoke rises to signal surrender to the forces of nature.

Speaking to Rinori, you say, "I saw a look in your eyes when you saw my physique."

You strut about.

Juspera says, "I'm sure they know their firewood in Icemule."

Juspera nods sagely.

Rinori tugs the hood attached to her black wool cowl up onto her head, easily hiding her face in its folds.

Akenna folds her arms at the waist.

You catch Rinori's eye, smile slowly, and begin flirting with her.

You say, "Oh, come now."

Speaking to you, Rinori says, "O..oh."

You chortle at Rinori.

Kobane quietly says, "Our firewood back home is top notch."

Kobane nods once.

You lightly say, "If not, your loss, aelotoi."

You nod once.

Speaking to Rinori, Akenna asks, "You're from Ta'Vaalor aren't you?  I remember your pretty wings.  Maybe you can help me?"

Juspera leans to her left slightly.

Speaking to you, Rinori asks, "What are the options?"

Juspera put a polished crystal shot glass on a cask-faced white oak bar.

You say, "Sounds like Akenna could use some help."

Vatha says, "Should just load up a cart with honeyed ale and lumber it up to Icemule. Let the halflings drink it, wheel the cart back to here while they're drunk and just tell 'em, "This is where you live now, boys. Get workin."

The red and grey fox barks.

Akenna nods to the red and grey fox.

Speaking to Akenna, Rinori says, "I spend time there, yes, but I would not consider it home."

Juspera looks thoughtfully at Vatha.

Rinori nods at Akenna.

Khobra walks over to the chair and settles down.

Speaking to Akenna, Rinori says, "I could do this."

Vatha hiccups!

Darcena smiles with pleasure.

You say, "Good."

Speaking to Rinori, Akenna asks, "I understand.  You're a healer?  Maybe gather some herbs for the stores?"

You dust yourself off.

You nod slowly at Akenna.

Rinori nods at Akenna.

Speaking to Rinori, you say, "And you look strong, so you could source some out in the wilds that are harder for townfolk to get to."

Speaking to Rinori, Akenna says, "I have to gather food.  If you could help with the herbs I'd appreciate it."

You say, "That's an excellent idea Akenna."

Sreka says, "So. Get firewood that isn't infected. Get furs. Then get better clothing because everyone here is a fashionista."

Juspera begins chuckling at Sreka!

Sreka nods firmly.

You burst out in loud, raucous laughter at Sreka.

Juspera asks, "Who are you?"
>pull my pants
I'm afraid that you can't pull that.

Juspera glances at Sreka.

Speaking wryly to Sreka, you say, "Not me."

Sreka says, "Your bodice is nice."

You beam happily at Sreka!

You exclaim, "Thanks!"

Whistling happily, though without any apparent concept of melody or harmony, Greth swipes a longhandled broom back and forth across the floor, though the broom appears to be dirtier, by far.

You nod once.

Juspera fidgets.

Juspera says, "Okay I better go."

Xanlin whispers, "You really think there's something worth finding in the wilds because it's not as cold?"

Juspera abruptly says, "Bye."

Speaking to Sreka, Akenna says, "I can make you boots, if you want some."

Juspera just went through a set of swinging oak doors.

Xanlin glances inquiringly at you.

You amusedly say, "It's hard for me to talk with you when ---"

You say, "Yes."

You nod at Xanlin.

You say, "I think there's a chance we could find something out there."

Sreka beams happily at Akenna!

You say, "If it's magic that is causing the storms..."

Akenna removes a knotted black silk cord from a chain-strapped grey leather tote.

Vatha says, "Just go fuss with the rocks people said not to fuss with."

Akenna joins Sreka's group.

You say, "There could be a spot. A vertex if you will."

Akenna kneels down.

You gawk at Vatha.

Vatha says, "It'll piss off someone."

You shake your head at Vatha and cluck your tongue.

Akenna quickly takes several measurements of Sreka's foot and lower leg using her black silk cord.

Vatha grins.

Akenna stands up.

Speaking to Vatha, you say, "That would not be a good idea."

Rinori pushes the hood attached to her black wool cowl off of her head, allowing its ends to hang down her back.

The red and grey fox raises his ears, glancing around the room.

You say, "The krolvin almost wiped us out the last few times they invaded."

You frown.

Xanlin whispers, "Just one more time, so I'm clear.  You to find a nice warm spot amidst the cold?  Rather than make one?"

The grey cat sits down, her tail curling to cover her front paws.

Kobane frowns at you.

Rinori cocks her head at you.

Speaking to Sreka, Akenna asks, "Any kind of material or color you prefer?"

You blink at Xanlin.

Vatha asks, "Wait, krolvins like the rocks?"

Akenna slides her black silk cord into a chain-strapped grey leather tote.

You quietly whisper to Xanlin, "Are you flirting with me?"

The grey cat stares at Greth intently.

Apsaras says, "Krolvins were summoned by the Flock o' Pinheads."

Speaking to Akenna, Sreka says, "I like blue. All shades of blue, really."

Khobra raises an eyebrow in Apsaras's direction.

Akenna flashes a wide grin at Sreka.

Xanlin whispers, "You did say that tasks were the way to spend time with you, yes?  And a warm spot is one of the tasks."

Xanlin appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Apsaras says, "Atleast one o' the times."

Akenna grins at Apsaras.

You say, "Well. They were technically summoned by Mazorn."

You say, "He gave them the device they needed to come here."

Speaking to Akenna, Sreka says, "No preference about material, though."

Vatha says, "Meh. Sounds like we oughta get some bigger krolvin to take care of their krolvin."

Akenna nods understandingly at Sreka.

You say, "The rocks make it so their device doesn't work."

Khobra grins.

Akenna says, "Blue and boots."

Xanlin glances appraisingly at you.

You pull on Xanlin, trying to get him closer.

You quietly whisper to Xanlin, "Your mistress will kill you."

You flash a quick grin at Xanlin.

Apsaras says, "Aye but the Pinheads were neck deep in it."

Sreka nods at Akenna.

You ponder.

Speaking to Apsaras, Akenna says, "If it's terrible, they're usually for it."

You say, "Certainly later, aye."

You nod once.

Xanlin leans over and whispers, "Know any good healers, then?"

Sreka sighs.

Apsaras agrees with Akenna.

You chuckle at Xanlin.

Sreka nods at Akenna.

Speaking to Xanlin, you exclaim, "Stop giving me those eyes!"

>push Xanlin
That would accomplish nothing.

Khobra whispers, "Vhen do you believe all of vhat iz being zaid?"

Akenna glances between Xanlin and yourself.

Vatha grunts.

Vatha stands up.

You gaze in amusement at Xanlin.

Rinori sashays about with a contented look on her face.

You quietly whisper to Khobra, "Never."

Speaking to you, Akenna whispers aloud, "How's he supposed to look at you?"

Rinori blinks.

Khobra smirks at you!

(Xanlin tilts his head up, staring at you with a playful grin.)

Khobra casually observes her surroundings.

Speaking to Akenna, you say, "With a little more uh..."

You say, "A little less..."

Akenna cocks her head at you.

Xanlin folds his hands behind his back.

You exasperatedly exclaim, "I don't know!"

Akenna appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Vatha says, "Time to go poke the bear."

Akenna covers her mouth, then gives a small, discreet cough.

You grin at Vatha.

Vatha removes a slender silvered eahnor longblade from in his black leather belt.

Vatha just went through a set of swinging oak doors.

You say, "Thank you everyone who came tonight."

You say, "I'll get word to you for our next gathering."

Khobra stands up.

You nod once.

Akenna nods cheerfully.

You exclaim, "Oh!"

Speaking to Khobra, you say, "You didn't get a task."

Khobra smirks at you!

Speaking wryly to Xanlin, you say, "Nor did you."

Speaking to Khobra, you ask, "Do you have one in mind?"

You peer quizzically at Khobra.

Speaking to Rinori, Akenna says, "Sorry if I.. gave you something you didn't want."

Speaking in Dark Elven to you, Khobra says something you don't understand.

Akenna fidgets.

Speaking simply to you, Xanlin says, "I think I did."

Greth nods congenially to a pair of half-elven ladies as they make their way into the bar.  "Welcome, ladies.  Make yourselves at home, and let me know if there's anything I can get you," he greets.  The two nod their appreciation, then settle themselves in a far corner and begin a quiet conversation.

Xanlin glances appraisingly at you.

You gaze in amusement at Xanlin.

Xanlin examines his fingernails.

Speaking to Rinori, Akenna says, "I just figured..."

Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Have a tazk vor diz night."

Speaking to Khobra, you ask, "Oh?"

With one leg awkwardly placed behind the other, Sreka attempts to curtsy before you, only to stumble and almost fall.

Speaking to you, Rinori says, "I wander between various places on the eastern side of the Dragonspine, but if you could send word to Cysaegir I will certainly learn of it sooner rather than later."

Speaking to you, Khobra continues, "And following nightz."

Rinori shrugs at Akenna.

Sreka waves.

You nod once at Rinori.

Sreka's group just went through a set of swinging oak doors.

Speaking to Rinori, you say, "I can do that."

Kobane casually glances around the room.

Defender of Mist Harbor Akenna just arrived.

Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Here to protect-"

Naamit whispers, "Leave the plague blankets to the east. It's the least they can manage."

Akenna carefully brushes a handful of lint off of her chainsil kirtle.

Speaking to Akenna, Rinori says, "It is well."

Apsaras uses both hands to pull the hood on her taupe silk kimono up over her head and then smooths out the gathered fabric at the neckline.

Speaking to Akenna, Apsaras says, "Will be in touch soon."

Apsaras hugs Akenna, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Khobra hesitantly continues, "Balance."

Akenna nods at Apsaras.

Akenna hugs Apsaras, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

You nod slowly at Khobra.

Speaking to Akenna, Rinori says, "I am learning that I can't simply punch every problem away."

Speaking to Khobra, you say, "That is appreciated."

Speaking to Akenna, Rinori says, "Most, sure."

A reddish glow pulses for a moment somewhere in the shadows.

Speaking to you, Apsaras says, "Denhael and I goin' tae start lookin' about while I be be feedin' the birds."

Speaking understandingly to Rinori, Akenna replies, "I feel the same about 
fire."

Apsaras waves.

Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Vor the moment. Vor .. the moment."

You notice Apsaras moving stealthily through a set of swinging oak doors.

You ponder.

Speaking gently to Khobra, you say, "You know that Balance is important to me, too."

You nod slowly at Khobra.

You pet the red and grey fox, which nuzzles your hand softly.

Speaking to you, Khobra answers, "Aye. I do."

Speaking to you, Akenna says, "I wore different perfume-- oh and maybe uh-- well we were hunting."

Akenna blushes a nice shade of rosy pink.

You lean forward.

Akenna has tendrils of opium-tainted smoke wrapping themselves around a base of blackish mahogany, creating a haunting silhouette against a velvet-like backdrop of night-blooming jasmine.  Clutched by the dark trio of notes is the barest metallic whisper of freshly spilled blood, the twisted melange left untempered against her skin.

You take a quick appraisal of Akenna and find that she has minor cuts and bruises on her back.

You focus on Akenna and narrow your concentration, reaching out to her with your mind.

Akenna's back wound gradually fades, forming on your back instead.

Speaking to you, Khobra continues, "But.."

Speaking approvingly to Akenna, you say, "Much better."

[Imprint result: 40 (d100: 1)]
With focused effort, you split off a portion of your spirit and attempt to imprint it upon Akenna, but the connection fails to establish properly.  A wave of sudden fatigue threatens to overcome you.
You feel the faint bond of empathy shared between yourself and Akenna fade.

Akenna grins at you.

Speaking to Akenna, you whisper aloud, "I love it."

You gaze fondly at Akenna.

Akenna laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

You toss your head back and howl loudly as swirling wisps of mana flow out of thin air and into your mouth, spiraling downward to fill your lungs with power...
Your spell is ready.
You concentrate.
Your back feels better.
Cast Roundtime 3 Seconds.

Akenna grins at you.

You say, "Well. I think I've been responsible enough for one night."

You dust yourself off.

You say, "Time to paint the town red."

Akenna says, "Well I better get... I need to prepare for my journey back east."

Rinori looks thoughtfully at you.

Akenna grins at you.

Khobra agrees with you.

You gaze in amusement at your surroundings.

Speaking to you, Akenna says, "Save me the liver."

Kobane grins at you.

You flash a quick grin at Akenna.

Speaking to you, Rinori says, "That would require a lot of paint."

Akenna flashes a wide grin.

You say, "Will do."

Akenna says, "Oh... she doesn't mean paint."

Speaking to Rinori, you whisper aloud, "It's alot easier when it's blood and coming straight from the artery."

Akenna fidgets.

You nod at Rinori.

Speaking to you, Khobra continues, "Ve zhall talk, vhen time iz perfect."

Speaking to a black-eared red and grey fox, Akenna exclaims, "Come on!"

The red and grey fox roots around the room.

Speaking to Khobra, you say, "I look forward to that."

Speaking to you, Rinori says, "That would require a lot of bodies."

Akenna waves.

Defender of Mist Harbor Akenna just went through a set of swinging oak doors.

You grin wickedly at Rinori.

You dreamily ask, "Isn't it wonderful?"

You cock your head.

Khobra kisses you tenderly on the cheek.

You wave to Khobra.

You hiss at the cat.

You nod at Kobane.

You wink at Rinori.

You move toward a set of swinging oak doors, striding away.

Appearances, Ambients, and Imbibements

Apsaras


You see Apsaras McEyre.
She appears to be a Half-Elf from Vornavis.
She is average height.  She appears to be youthful.  She has silver-flecked violet eyes and tanned skin.  She has very long, wavy sandy blonde hair with the top layer twisted into an elaborate half-knot secured by a pair of silver-twisted zorchar hairsticks.  She has a sloping nose and slightly pointed ears.
Miniature bird feathers spiral outward from her before fading away.
She has old battle scars on her left leg.
She is wearing a crystal amulet, a braided silken ribbon choker, some clear tourmaline prayerbeads interspersed with tiny grey pearls, a hooded taupe silk kimono faintly patterned with feather silhouettes, a brass Mist Harbor militia badge, a billowing oyster-hued silk shirt, some light grey leathers, an archaic steel dodecahedron, some slim-lined raw silk trousers, a pair of soft leather-tied sandals, and a burnished ruic longbow slung over her shoulder.

Crime


The shadows surrounding Crime's black ora kris swirl around, and a low murmuring can be faintly heard.

Crime's necrotic drake tattoo suddenly emerges from within his black leather boots and disappears behind the vruul skin swordbelt covering his waist.

The shadows swirl around Crime's black ora kris.

Darcena


You look at yourself carefully in the gold and brass mirror...
You see Darcena Wolf-Valslayer the Butcher.
She appears to be a Giantman of the Grot'karesh Clan.
She is taller than average and has a well-toned frame.  She appears to be in the bloom of youth.  She has moss-tinged stormy grey eyes and fair skin.  She has very long, thick raven-hued hair loosely gathered by some blooded rolton wool ribbons haphazardly strung with penguin feathers interspersed with countless gore-smeared braids.  She has a triangular face and a forked scar near her neckline.  Her eyes are framed by thick, naturally clumped eyelashes.
She has several mercurial half-moon rings in the ridges of both her ears, a weathered bone chelioboros inlaid with tiny emerald eyes in her left eyebrow, a silvery stud in the shape of a rolton in her left nostril, a wide tattooed Saramar-enruned armband on her arm, a black Saramar-enruned throat tattoo on her neck, and a tattooed snarled lover's knot composed of five distinctly hued strands on her finger.
Diagonal streaks of kohl black warpaint form a mask across her eyes, the undulating design echoed along her forehead and chin.
She gives off a wild semblance.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a black flyrsilk wolf mask edged in glittering emerald and glaes shards, a wide-cuffed black leather coat with a notched collar and flared hem, an etched militia badge, a small oblong white alyssum, a well-oiled slate battle harness, a back-laced tightly fitted bodice with diaphanous black lace trumpet sleeves, a silver etched rolton-link bracelet, a trio of yellowed bone rings, a coiled copper serpent ring set with minute foxfire green cinderstone eyes, some low-slung moss green leather pants, and a pair of dark grey leather boots.


A large-eyed barred owl shifts and sidles closer to your ear, fluffing the feathers up just under its beak with drowsy contentment.

Bobbing its head, a large-eyed barred owl hoots a series of low musical notes for a moment before falling silent.

Ruffling its feathers, a large-eyed barred owl clicks its beak and melodically hoots a few times on your shoulder before falling silent.

Faerinn


You see Lord Faerinn Greatsinger the Master Painter.
He appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Loenthra.
He is of a towering height.  He appears to be very young.  He has curved, long-lashed sea green eyes and lightly tanned skin.  He has long, curly honey blonde hair woven into a wrist-thick herringbone braid that is bound with a vine-etched glossy faenor band.  He has an angular, blonde stubble-covered face, a thin nose and a line of jagged-edged scars along his jawline.
He has an inked snarling opossum hunched over a bloody scrap of meat on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a mug of whiskey-spiked coffee in his left hand.
He is wearing a cinereal linen kimono embroidered with a pattern of sterling-hued foliage, a porcelain carnival mask, an iridescent peacock feather hairpiece, a forged overgown of burnished gold chains over a gleaming gold foil-on-leather bodysuit with violaceous accents, a waxed black leather pouch, a set of bustled emerald skirts with laminous peacock feathers trailing behind, and a pair of blush ribbon-laced slippers stacked on lasimor heels.

Faerinn takes a drink from his whiskey-spiked coffee.

Faerinn takes a drink from his black coffee.

Juspera


Juspera takes a drink from her smoky copper whiskey.

Khobra


You see Mistress Khobra Ta'Maelshyve.
She appears to be a Dark Elf.
It is difficult to properly see her features as the hood of her cloak is pulled down over her face.
She has a trio of scarlet despanal hoops dangling fiery feathers in the upper ridge of her left ear, an intricately inked obsidian-scaled cobra encircling her left eye, an enormous diamond scaled albino anaconda inked upon along her back, an entangled black mamba and saw-scaled viper tattoo on her chest, and an inked midnight ebon scorpion with red claws on her waist.
Scintillating emerald-colored ivy vines pour down from her shoulders.
She is in good shape.
Her hands are covered in a thin layer of bright red blood.
She is holding a flagon of blood red rum in her right hand and an enormous diamond-scaled snake in her left hand.
She is wearing a black ora medallion, a floor-length midnight black cloak, a coiled black diamond cobra relic, a half-laced vathorskin half-bodice, a silver-etched black ora armband, a trio of elegant silver and gold wristlets entrenched with asp-shaped gemstones, a form-fitted vathorskin loincloth, and some ecru lace stockings caught with matching bands kept by ebon bows under some calf-laced cobra skin boots lofted on thin black diamond heels.

A starburst of silver and obsidian-hued sparks erupts from the black diamond that is on Khobra's forehead.

Khobra takes a drink from her blood red rum.
Khobra looks quite relaxed.

The black diamond on Khobra's forehead dims drastically as a cloud of darkness roils deep within the gem.  After a moment, it fades, returning to its normal state.

The black ora medallion around Khobra's neck is momentarily engulfed in a shroud of darkness!

Kobane


A layer of water surrounds Kobane and ripples with each movement.
You see High Lord Kobane Tiravellian Faendryl the Archmage.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is average height.  He appears to be in the spring of life.  He has silver-flecked emerald green eyes and vibrant, black skin.  He has long, ebon-striped white blonde hair tucked neatly behind his ears.  He has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face, a thin nose and thin, lithely muscled arms and wrists.
He has an alum-traced pale green jade stud in the upper ridge of his left ear, a sigil-incised vaalin half-ring in his lip, a tattooed symbol of Zelia on his neck, and a crescent moon tattoo on his wrist.
He is in good shape.
A ring of flaming orbs encircles his hands.
He is wearing a pair of blue-hued spectacles, a pale crystal shard, some multihued dreamstone prayerbeads, a deeply-hooded black leather duster, a red and white crystal poinsetta, a tiny ebon crystalline flower, a symbol of silver and black marble shaped like a crescent moon, an opaline snowball pin, a scarlet owl-shaped pin, a deep scarlet spidersilk haversack, a cloud grey damask vest lined with caramel silk over a scarlet leather gambeson with pearly grey vaalin buckles, a crisp black linen shirt with moonstone cufflinks, a hammered white gold armcuff, an arctic blue armband with silver and gold tusks, a pair of vaalin-runed black silk casting gloves, a gold ring, a vaalin-stitched grey leather wand belt, a rune-stitched black silk gem pouch, an oversized stained satchel stitched with the letters "PPRK", a snow white suede bag cinched with ice blue leather cord, some fitted dark suede pants, and a pair of scarlet leather boots fastened with vaalin buckles.

Naamit


It is difficult to get a good look at Naamit due to the number of mirror images of her nearby.
You see Defender of Mist Harbor Naamit DMVMD-Braggiani the Harbinger of the Harrows.
She appears to be a Giantman.
She is shorter than average.  She appears to be an adult.  She has piercing vibrant green eyes and pale, alabaster skin.  She has thick locks of long, black hair flowing down her back beneath the drape of a sparkling black lace mantilla.  She has an angular face, a prominent nose and a fleshy, muscular build with generously proportioned hips.  She has a myriad of thin chain-shaped scars running across her exposed flesh.  A sharp-nibbed red feather quill is tucked behind her ear.
She has a deep black ring of finely polished glaes in her lip, a deep black cuff of finely polished glaes in the middle of her nose, a tattoo of a crimson heart pierced with a silver dagger on her chest, some cross-like blackwork extending from the neck downward past her collarbone, and a faint scar on her neck.
She has an old battle scar across her chest.
She is holding a cup of rich black coffee in her right hand.
She is wearing a writhing black ora cross, a sable lambswool cloak trimmed with ebon-tipped ermine tails, a black iron symbol wrapped in white leather and embossed with a blood-red heart, a scarlet wool dress gathered with fist-knot closures, a firm hourglass girdle of dark pyrite samite, and some sanguine damask chopines lofted on scarred ebonwood heels.

Naamit takes a drink from her black coffee.

Rinori


You see Rinori.
She appears to be an Aelotoi of the Mrae'ni Clan.
She is smallish in height, has a lithesome, nimble build, and has pale skin.  She has silver-flecked coal black eyes.  She has chin length, sleek blue-black hair cropped short on the left side.  She has thin eyebrows.  She has a pair of dark blue wings dappled with silver-accented storm grey spots.
She has a thick black wool cowl wreathing her shoulders and neck, obscuring the lower half of her face.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a geometric-patterned indigo flyrsilk cloak, a silver-tooled brushed suede satchel slung over her shoulder, a blackened leather harness over a red and pale green leather breastplate with an ebon shirt formed from interwoven strips of ramie linen underneath, some dark leather handwraps layered over pale cotton, a diaphanous indigo flyrsilk hip-scarf, some snug black leather pants, and some knee-high black kidskin boots corset-laced up the sides.

Rohese


Rohese takes a tiny sip of her warm herbal tea, warming her lips and making sure it's cool enough to drink.

Sreka


You see Sreka.
She appears to be a Half-Krolvin.
She is tall.  She appears to be very young.  She has brooding coal black eyes and dark brown skin.  She has shoulder length, lank silver-blue hair worn in elaborate braids.  She has a triangular face, a thin nose and a high forehead.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a black opal studded steel tiara, a simple garnet pendant, a jeweled wildflower carcanet, a crystal amulet, a pearly grey greatcloak, an ivory-inlaid fire opal stickpin, a bronze and pink dreamstone buckle, a reinforced shield, a hardened leather backpack, a suit of ivy-embossed leathers, some leather gauntlets, a sun-etched gold ring, a small sinew-laced pouch, an azure leather sheath, a pair of tanned sealskin trousers, and some leather boots.

Traiva


You see Chatelaine Traiva Verethundi the Incantress.
She appears to be an Aelotoi of the Mrae'ni Clan.
She is petite in stature and has an hourglass figure.  She appears to be in the prime of life.  She has smoldering, viridian-flecked dark hazel eyes and rose-tinted ivory skin.  She has hip length, softly curled deep cordovan hair drawn back from her face and bound in place by an interlocking silver ring circlet set with a dragonsbreath sapphire.  She has a heart-shaped face and high cheekbones.  She has a pair of jade-veined elongated emerald wings.
She has a pair of teardrop sapphire earrings in the ridges of both her ears, and a knotwork and dragonfly tattoo on her neck.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a stein of rosy hibiscus metheglin in her right hand.
She is wearing a wide velveteen choker set with a dragonseye sapphire, a princess-cut blue sapphire necklace, a black silk cloak held at the throat by a pale mistvein sapphire toggle, a double wrapped wool stomacher over a square-necked sapphire wool bliaut with pewter-hued velvet bands binding the floor-length sleeves, an emerald-set gold wedding ring, an intricate eostone ring, a velvet belt pouch, and some opaque spidersilk stockings under some dark blue silken slippers with elegantly arched heels.

Traiva takes a drink from her rosy hibiscus metheglin.

Vatha


You see Vatha.
He appears to be a Half-Elf.
He is average height.  He appears to be very young.  He has golden eyes and tanned skin.  He has raggedly cut, silky blue-black hair streaked with silver.
He has minor cuts and bruises on his abdominal area.
He is holding a mug of greasy amber ale in his right hand.
He is wearing a gold ring, a wide-brimmed black leather hat, a voluminous black cloak rippled with cloudy shades of grey, a sleek suit of scaled black armor swept with deeply curved plates, a pair of shadowed steel bracers, a slender black leather sword belt, and a pair of steel-toed black leather boots.

Vatha takes a drink from his greasy amber ale.

Xanlin


You see Xanlin the Master Rogue.
He appears to be a Human.
He is tall in stature.  He appears to be in the spring of life.  He has dark-lashed umber eyes and sun-kissed, lightly freckled skin.  He has chin length, tousled brown hair with dark ebon streaks.  He has an unshaven face, a classical nose and dark, well-defined eyebrows.
He has a polished black diamond stud in his lip, a trio of jagged claw marks tattooed across his forearm, and a pair of curved obsidian spikes in his left eyebrow.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a barbed-edged dark steel locket, a wrist-buckled black leather jacket split down each side, a tiny iron catapult pin, a half-buttoned dark blue silk shirt, a full-finger dark steel band encircled by thin barbs, a thin black leather belt, some ebon leather pants side-secured with a trio of dark crystal buckles, and some dark leather moccasins.

Xanthium


You see Xanthium.
She appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Faendryl.
She is of a towering height.  She appears to be very young.  She has argent-haloed indigo eyes and alabaster skin.  She has long, cascading white blonde hair flowing down into a riotous tumult of textured waves and gold-touched spiral curls.  She has a perfectly symmetrical, delicately featured face and petal pink, bow-shaped lips.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a stein of rosy hibiscus metheglin in her right hand.
She is wearing an ornate black ironwood dragon earcuff, a billowing jade green robe collared in hematite and pewter beadwork, a dark orchid bell-sleeved blouse, a silver coiled serpent bracer, a floor-length viridian spidersilk skirt composed of deeply pleated layers, and some pale silk stockings wrapped in black velvet vines under some faenor-hued interlocked ringmail thigh-boots laced with copper wire.

Xanthium takes a drink from her rosy hibiscus metheglin.

Xilona


Xilona takes a drink from her whiskey-spiked coffee.

Xilona takes a drink from her Incandescent vodka.