The Nazhor Chronicles (storyline)/Chapter One/2019-03-10 Meek Mazorn and Marauders (log)

This log is from premium storyline The Nazhor Chronicles on March 10, 2019, from the viewpoint of Lady Darcena Wolf-Valslayer.

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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.

Pre-Start Chatter

[Gardenia Commons]
The soft, soothing sound of the carved marble fountain that dominates Gardenia Commons breaks the silence of day.  Bright sunlight dapples the area in a warm glow and reflects off the water pouring into the fountain, causing rainbows of ethereal light to dance across the mist that clings to the cobblestone street.  A light, thin layer of dew glistens on the wrought iron benches that encircle the fountain.  You also see a little blue penguin, a ruffed greatfang and a wide-mouthed wicker basket.
Also here: Louaryne, Lord Dracnoir who is sitting, Milax, Lasentra, Lexbubba, Nacosti, Joskin, Great Lord Nehor
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west

Nehor glances at you.
Nehor sighs.
Louaryne smiles at you.
Joskin exclaims, "Hullo!"
You smile at Louaryne.
Louaryne gives you a friendly hug, and you detect the faint scent of honeyed leather pierced by black and red musks, leaving crushed rose petals and wine lashed along the base notes around her.
Nehor sorrowfully says, "And I thought perhaps today would be less...bothersome."
Dracnoir stretches.
Nehor shakes his head, clucking his tongue.
You nod to Joskin in greeting.
Dracnoir pets the greatfang and feeds it from a salver of rare gak steak.
You turn away from Nehor, ignoring him.
Nehor takes a drink from his aged merlot.
Dracnoir smiles at Khobra.
Khobra gives Dracnoir a lingering kiss.
Jahadeem turns toward you and renders you a sharp salute with his golvern longsword.
Dracnoir gives Khobra a lingering kiss.
Khobra kisses you tenderly on the cheek.
You turn toward Jahadeem and render a sharp hand salute.
Jahadeem waves to Nehor.
You smile at Khobra.
You give Khobra a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Nehor nods once at Jahadeem.
Khobra nods in greeting at Jahadeem.
Speaking softly in Faendryl to Khobra, Dracnoir says something you don't understand.
Khobra examines Jahadeem closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.
Jahadeem quietly asks, "How is everyone doing?"
You shrug.
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Vent back to the prizon."
Joskin asks, "Anyone need spells?"
You cock your head at Khobra.
Speaking to Khobra, you ask, "Oh?"
Speaking to Joskin, Khobra says, "I could."
Speaking coolly to Joskin, Nehor asks, "Do you have a spell that does away with foul smells?"
Nehor glances at you.
Nehor covers his nose tightly.
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Looking for thingz ve over looked, both nightz."
You quietly sniff at yourself.  You *think* you smell okay, but then, doesn't everybody?
Speaking to Nehor, Joskin exclaims, "Maybe!"
Speaking quietly to Nehor, Jahadeem asks, "Asking for yourself?"
You grab a whiskey-hued glass vial with grey wooden accents from a small pocket inside of your black leather coat.
You pour a few drops of liquid from your glass vial onto yourself.
You have the distinctively earthy scent of cedar clinging to your skin.
You give an approval gesture with your hand.
Jahadeem is smelling you.
Apsaras says, "Afternoon all."
Speaking to you, Khobra asks, "Remember hov scarlet-cloth blev in breeze at Elpie'z place?"
Khobra coughs.
Dracnoir nods at Khobra.
You ponder the meaning of Khobra's existence.
You ask, "Which time?"
Jahadeem quietly asks, "Has anyone else visited Elspie's renovated place?"
Darcena, Khobra, and Apsaras nod at Jahadeem.
Louaryne fidgets.
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Anytime, found zomething. Not zure if important."
You curiously ask, "What did you find?"
Ponclast softly exclaims, "Afternoon!"
Speaking softly to his aged merlot, Nehor accuses, "You are dangerously close to being gone."
Jahadeem waves to Ponclast.
You wave to Ponclast.
Khobra leans over and whispers, "Featherz. A vhite one and another I couldn't make out."
You ponder the meaning of Khobra's existence.
Speaking to you, Khobra continues, "Nothing elze."
You quietly whisper to Khobra, "Could you tell wht bird it belonged to?"
Dracnoir smiles at Khobra.
Sarmoya says, "Good afternoon."
Sarmoya bows to you.
Khobra whispers, "Vaz too mezzed up to tell. Hard to zee it vaz vhite at a time. Blood-ztained too."
You nod at Khobra.
You ponder.
Nehor scratches his chin.
Khobra says, "And.."
Speaking to you, Sarmoya says, "I am afraid Mazorn was not helpful."
Speaking to you, Sarmoya says, "In fact, he was resentful I even attempted to contact him."
Speaking to Sarmoya, you mutter, "Not surprising."
You turn toward Nazarr and render a sharp hand salute.
Nehor turns an inquisitive ear toward Sarmoya.
Nazarr turns toward you and renders you a sharp hand salute.
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "I nev, vhatever - in huge debt to Uz, I nov. He no kept to vord. Zhe vaz harmed, zheed - vhatever vord and more."
Speaking to Sarmoya, you say, "He is a significant waste of the air we are all breathing."
You nod at Khobra.
Dracnoir nods in agreement at Khobra.
Nehor airily says, "So many opinions of others."
Nehor examines his fingernails.
Speaking frankly to Khobra, you say, "Her cell smelled of blood."
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Vhatever be can zupply he haz too nov. IF the man of hiz vord exprezzed vith Iron Fizt."
Khobra nods at Dracnoir.
Jahadeem quietly says, "I wish the dwarf at Elspie's knew more."
Sarmoya frowns.
Louaryne raises an eyebrow in your direction.
Khobra examines Nehor closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.
Nazarr turns toward Jahadeem and renders a sharp hand salute.
Louaryne fidgets.
Speaking to you, Sarmoya says, "I cannot say that, but I know he is important."
Jahadeem turns toward Nazarr and renders a sharp salute with his golvern longsword.
Nehor sets about preparing himself to be as presentable as possible.
Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Jahadeem.
Speaking to Sarmoya, you say, "A matter of perspective."
Speaking to Jahadeem, Khobra says, "Vaz in landing, pazzing, to Icemule vhen heard one baring your name azking queztionz."
Speaking to Jahadeem, Khobra says, "Vhy interezted, not judging, merely curiouz."
You nod to Naamit in greeting.
Naamit nods once.
Nehor pulls his silver-framed monocle from his eye and exhales gently on the glass, fogging its surface.  Deftly, Nehor rubs the lens, cleaning it of dust and debris before returning it to his eye.
Speaking quietly to Khobra, Jahadeem says, "I am always looking for more information."
Speaking to you, Sarmoya asks, "Have there been new developments?"
Naamit surveys the area.
A ponderous ripple undulates across the afternoon sky, forming a temporary miasma of hazy colors.  A discordant noise can be heard accompanying it, sounding ever so vaguely avian in nature.  As the ripple passes, the echoes of the noise do the same.
Nehor frowns.
Dracnoir blinks.
Nehor inclines his ear, listening intently.

Checking out Elspie's

You say, "I found something disturbing at Elspie's."
Dracnoir and Sarmoya gaze up into the heavens.
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
Jahadeem quietly says, "Ripples again."
Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
Louaryne glances anxiously around the area.
Dracnoir softly asks, "Anybody else see that?"
Speaking to you, Khobra asks, "Vhat vaz found?"
Speaking to you, Sarmoya asks, "More disturbing that previous?"
Nehor pointedly exclaims, "I do not have enough merlot left to deal with this today!"
Speaking to herself, Apsaras says, "Ripples."
Khobra whispers something to Dracnoir.
Jahadeem quietly says, "Hazy colors... reminds me of those mushrooms I ate once."
You say, "I could show you."
You cock your head.
Speaking to Jahadeem, Khobra says, "Iz no muzhroom effect."
Khobra says, "Diztruptionz."
Khobra says, "Ripplez vhat."
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
You say, "I am heading to Elspie's house for anyone who wants to follow along."
Nehor disdainfully says, "I suppose I should tag along."
Nehor dusts himself off.
You examine your fingernails.
You nod once.
Nehor hopefully says, "Maybe she will have stocked more liquor."

Darcena leads a group to Sunset Cay.

You move toward a salt-stained wooden walkway, striding away.
[Sunset Cay, Approach]
A short dock rises from the white sand covering this flat wedge of beach.  The occasional cries of seagulls blend with the soothing rhythm of the surf to create a relaxing susurrus.  The salty breeze keeps the palms that are scattered about the shore in near-constant motion.  Positioned to capture the amazing view, a cozy log cabin rests upon stilts just up the beach.   Wooden steps form a winding path up to a blue-painted door at the front of the cabin.  A footpath curls around towards a small garden.  You also see a burly dwarf and a salt-stained wooden walkway.
Obvious paths: none
Nazarr, Sarmoya, Ponclast, Apsaras, Louaryne, Jahadeem, Qafziel, Dracnoir, Nehor, Khobra and your mountain spirit followed.

You point at a burly dwarf!
Jahadeem waves to the dwarf.
You say, "He has some interesting things to say about Socius and the cell."
You say, "She."
Nehor glances at a burly dwarf.
Dracnoir nods to the burly dwarf.
Khobra nods slowly to you.
You say, "As well as Elspie, the house, and Nazhor."
Speaking softly to you, Ponclast says, "Sometimes it's hard to tell with dwarves."
Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward a burly dwarf.
You chuckle at Ponclast.

This dwarf is broad-shouldered even amongst her kind.  With a sharp eye and a no-nonsense bearing, she has the look of a woman who gets things done.  Burly forearms and a bulbous nose complete the image of a strong, capable individual.

Khobra says, "They are fond of gemztonez."
You say, "But that is not what I found."
Sarmoya bows to a burly dwarf.
Nehor indifferently says, "Mmm. Dwarves with useful information are more rare than a giantman who can count higher than ten."

You move toward a curling footpath, striding away.
[Sunset Cay, Garden]
Partially shaded by a thatched pavilion, this fecund retreat invites relaxation.  A curving two-person bench has been thoughtfully positioned just beneath the furthest edge of the pavilion to maximize morning sunshine and afternoon shade.  The garden is overflowing with lush plants and exotic flowers that lend the breeze a sultry redolence.  In the far corner of the garden, beneath the gentle shade of a sprawling fig tree, lies a well-maintained gravesite.  A short path leads to a narrow glass-paned door at the back of the cabin.  You also see a footpath leading back toward the beach.
Obvious paths: none
Nazarr, Sarmoya, Ponclast, Apsaras, Louaryne, Jahadeem, Qafziel, Dracnoir, Nehor, Khobra and your mountain spirit followed.

You scowl at Nehor.

It smells like a well-maintained gravesite.

Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
Nehor examines his fingernails.

You move toward a narrow glass-paned door, striding away.
[Sunset Cay, Kitchen]
This light and airy space features a sturdy wooden table, complete with four chairs painted in contrasting colors.  Along the far wall, a small stove sits next to a rhimar-lined pantry.  Cheerful colors and the lingering smell of cinnamon combine to create an inviting atmosphere.  An archway leads back towards the living area, and a narrow glass-paned door exits into the garden.
Obvious exits: none
Nazarr, Sarmoya, Ponclast, Apsaras, Louaryne, Jahadeem, Qafziel, Dracnoir, Nehor, Khobra and your mountain spirit followed.

You move toward an archway, striding away.
[Sunset Cay, Living Area]
The foremost feature of this surprisingly spacious living room is a western-facing, wall-sized picture window.  A squat secretary paired with a matching spindle-chair rests in the far corner of the room.  His and hers armchairs flank a small, lamp-adorned table, and an overstuffed couch has been positioned to take full advantage of the view.  You see an archway into the kitchen, a blue-painted door leading to the front stairs, and a rhimar-inlaid door leading to the bedroom.
Obvious exits: none
Nazarr, Sarmoya, Ponclast, Apsaras, Louaryne, Jahadeem, Qafziel, Dracnoir, Nehor, Khobra and your mountain spirit followed.

You say, "I was checking on Elspie's house."
You say, "Making sure it was safe."
Khobra nods slowly to you.
You say, "When I caught..."
You sniff.
You say, "...a scent."
Jahadeem sniffs.
Apsaras cocks her head at you.

You discover a charred note underneath the secretary while searching the area!
Roundtime: 5 sec.
You tap a charred note underneath the secretary.
You rub the charred note, causing it to release a sharp, coppery scent into the air.
In the Common language, it reads:
meekseek

Dracnoir sniffs.
Khobra tugs gently at her diamond-scaled snake's scales.  It squirms responsively and hisses.
Jahadeem searches around for a moment.
Sarmoya asks, "A scent?"
Jahadeem sniffs at his charred note.
Ponclast sniffs.
Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward you.
Apsaras asks, "Scent o' what?"
You point at a charred note underneath the secretary.
You say, "That."
Louaryne asks, "Meekseek?"
Khobra says, "Interezting."
You nod at Louaryne.
Nehor wrinkles his nose.
Dracnoir raises an eyebrow in Naamit's direction.
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Vritting in blood."
Naamit casts an appraising gaze over her surroundings, seemingly taking in every detail.
Apsaras glances at a charred note underneath the secretary.
Nehor admits, "I do not know how you can tell the difference with all this..stench."
Nazarr asks, "Meekseek?"
Nehor waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.
You affirm, "Meekseek."
Nazarr says, "Odd message."
You say, "Like what was written on Avawren and..."
You say, "That one."
Speaking to Nehor, Khobra says, "Zuch a human thing to zay."
You glance at Nehor.
Ponclast softly says, "Unique cheek."
Nazarr nods.
You say, "Meek seek unique cheek."
You nod at Ponclast.
Nazarr says, "Still doesn't mean anything."
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Indeed. Have idea on that too."
You say, "I couldn't find anything else."
You say, "I did note that the door..."
You point at a rhimar-inlaid door leading to the bedroom.
Speaking to Sarmoya, Khobra says, "Vaz more and lezzm, depending -"
Jahadeem quietly says, "Seek unique cheek... not sure."
Apsaras says, "Odd turnin' o' phrase."
Khobra nods to you.
Naamit rubs the charred note, causing it to release a sharp, coppery scent into the air.
You say, "No longer has the runes visible. BUut is covered in rhimar."
Naamit smiles quietly to herself.
You puzzle over a rhimar-inlaid door leading to the bedroom.
Apsaras gazes thoughtfully at a charred note underneath the secretary.
Louaryne casts an appraising gaze over her surroundings, seemingly taking in every detail.
Nazarr sniffs at his charred note.
Khobra says, "Ice runez.."
Naamit joins your group.
Khobra says, "Zhov me."
Nehor ponders.
Dracnoir softly says, "One has to wonder about all of these sets of rhyming words..."
You tap a rhimar-inlaid door leading to the bedroom.
Khobra says, "Need to zee if like vhat ve talked about."
You say, "No runes. Just rhimar."
Sarmoya frowns.
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Tale in dim corner."
You say, "I don't think we should stay in here much longer, in case Elspie comes back."

The sound of waves crashing sounds from outside.  It appears a storm is incoming.

You say, "I'll take us back to the dwarf."
Jahadeem quietly says, "I wonder which cheek they mean."
Dracnoir blinks.
Khobra agrees with you.
Jahadeem quietly says, "Anyone here taht."
Louaryne glances out.

You move toward a blue-painted door, striding away.
[Sunset Cay, Approach]
A short dock rises from the white sand covering this flat wedge of beach.  The occasional cries of seagulls blend with the soothing rhythm of the surf to create a relaxing susurrus.  The salty breeze keeps the palms that are scattered about the shore in near-constant motion.  Positioned to capture the amazing view, a cozy log cabin rests upon stilts just up the beach.   Wooden steps form a winding path up to a blue-painted door at the front of the cabin.  A footpath curls around towards a small garden.  You also see a burly dwarf and a salt-stained wooden walkway.
Obvious paths: none
Naamit, Nazarr, Sarmoya, Ponclast, Apsaras, Louaryne, Jahadeem, Qafziel, Dracnoir, Nehor, Khobra and your mountain spirit followed.

Sarmoya says, "Perhaps we should seek shelter elsewhere."
Nazarr nods at Jahadeem.
Speaking to Jahadeem, Khobra says, "Vater."

The sky begins to fill with huge clouds, dark and grey on the bottom, pale and white atop, their puffy crowns ascending toward the heavens.

You glance up.
Apsaras says, "Sounds like it goin' be stormin'."
Khobra says, "The vaez."
You pull the hood of your black leather coat over your head, gaining coverage from the rainfall.
Ponclast softly says, "I'm sure Lord Charl will protect us."
Khobra says, "Ztorm coming."
Naamit tilts her head up.
Khobra glances at Nehor.
Naamit smiles quietly to herself.
Speaking to Ponclast, Sarmoya says, "It would be wise not to tempt the elements."
Jahadeem quietly exclaims, "I hope the place is ok. It was just rebuilt!"
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Go near vater.. the dock."

You move toward a short dock, striding away.
[Sunset Cay, Dock]
This dock is weathered but sturdy and stretches out towards the open sea a short ways.  Despite the motion of the waves underneath its surface, the dock remains firm, anchored by sturdy support columns at regular intervals.  A small wooden dinghy is securely tied to one of the farthest columns with a length of thick rope.  You also see a short wooden dock.
Obvious paths: none
Naamit, Nazarr, Sarmoya, Ponclast, Apsaras, Louaryne, Jahadeem, Qafziel, Dracnoir, Nehor, Khobra and your mountain spirit followed.

Speaking incredulously to Khobra, Nehor says, "Why are you looking at me? I am no storm mage."
Speaking softly to Ponclast, Dracnoir says, "Charl, I think, loves his blood sacrifices..."
Avawren [Local]: "...where is everyone?"
Nehor defensively says, "None of this is MY fault."
Nehor stands there stubbornly, folding his arms over his chest.
Dracnoir laughs at Nehor!
Nazarr cautiously reaches out with one foot and shoves the dinghy, which rocks up and down a bit, but the ties hold fast.
Speaking softly to Dracnoir, Ponclast says, "He's slightly unpredictable, yes..."

As the phrase rolls through your mind, you hear a faint echo, as if from a long distance. [Editor's note: the phrase from Darcena's thoughts remains unreported.]

Speaking to her diamond-scaled snake, Khobra says, "Go, into the vater."
You kneel down.
(Darcena reaches over and touches the water as she mumbles something to herself.)

A flash of lightning lights up the sky, followed by a rumble of thunder.

Naamit cautions, "Standing at sea during an approaching storm is a good way to get struck by lightning."
Nehor gazes up into the heavens.
You ask, "Should we go to the bar, then?"
Sarmoya says, "I agree."
Speaking humbly to her diamond-scaled snake, Khobra hisses, "Vhizper vhat you zee."
You cock your head at Naamit.
Khobra kneels down.
Ulkov says, "I didn't come here to hold hands."
Sarmoya says, "I think we should seek shelter."

The water ripples outward from the touch, growing into ever-larger crests.

Nehor narrows his eyes.
Dracnoir raises an eyebrow.
Apsaras gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
You scowl at Ulkov.
Sarmoya says, "Or perhaps not."
Ponclast perspires delicately.
Nazarr says, "That's...intriguing."
Khobra carefully places an enormous diamond-scaled snake on the ground.
Jahadeem quietly says, "Ripples on the water."
Nehor doubtfully asks, "Are we...thinking of going out in this storm?"
Dracnoir softly says, "That... is interesting..."
Nehor warns, "That would be a BAD idea..."
Ulkov glances suspiciously around the area.
Jahadeem searches around for a moment.
Speaking to Nehor, you say, "We are out in this storm."
Speaking quietly to you, Ulkov whispers aloud, "Gods names is goin on here?"
Dracnoir nods to Avawren in greeting.
Speaking to Ulkov, you say, "A storm. Probably influenced by Nazhor."
Apsaras waves to Avawren.
Nazarr says, "Nehor, we're adventurers. Our lives involve nothing BUT bad ideas."
Speaking to you, Avawren says, "My ... face nonsense started bleeding again."
Speaking humbly to an enormous diamond-scaled snake, Khobra hisses, "Anything."
Naamit stares at an enormous diamond-scaled snake.
You say, "Everything here it's... all wrong."

A boom of thunder blasts through the grey skies.

Ulkov glances suspiciously at Nehor.
Nehor ponders.
You glance over at Avawren and wince.

A ripple in the water returns, sluicing towards the dock with calm steadiness.

Nehor grudgingly admits, "...A point."
You say, "Oh, it's come back."
(Sarmoya watches the water intently.)
You say, "Perhaps they will communicate."
You stand back up.
Louaryne takes a few steps to her right.
Naamit picks up an enormous diamond-scaled snake.
Naamit gives a short little hum of surprise.
Khobra glances at Naamit.
Khobra stands up.
You listen, but don't hear anything unusual.
(Dracnoir gazes thoughtfully at the ripple of water approaching the group.)
Nehor moves to stand behind you.
Darcena strains all of her senses, attempting to hear anything that may be said.
(Avawren glances toward the water.)
Anarquendi moves to stand in front of Avawren.

As the ripple reaches beneath your hand, a familiar voice echoes in your mind, "The time is not right."

Apsaras asks, "This was where the ghost was at?"
Speaking to Anarquendi, Avawren explains, "This is where we saw the ghost."
You quietly whisper to Avawren, "I touched the water and whispered, [Editor's note: redacted]."
Anarquendi nods.
(Jahadeem holds his ground waiting for what could happen next.)
You ponder.
Apsaras nods slowly.
(Naamit carefully pets the diamond-scaled snake before placing it back down.)
Nehor curiously asks, "What...what is the ripple, anyway?"
Nehor squints.
Dracnoir leans on his runestaff.
Naamit carefully places an enormous diamond-scaled snake on the ground.
You think to yourself, "When will it be right?"
Avawren whispers, "At least it is consistent."
Speaking quietly to Nehor, Jahadeem says, "I am not sure we know."
Speaking softly to his aged merlot, Nehor whispers aloud, "Not yet. Soon."

The water lies still once more, seeming to withstand even the storm overhead.

Nehor and Darcena nod slowly.
Khobra kneels down.
Apsaras ponders.
Nehor says, "This is most unnatural."
You ask, "Perhaps the bar, then?"
Khobra seriously says, "I am staying."

Avawren goes stock still, her face draining of color.  The marks across her face seem to flare an angry crimson color, and sweat breaks out across her features.  Her lips begin to move, though no noise can be heard.  After a brief moment, she blinks nervously and glances around, wild-eyed.

Nehor goes stock still, his face draining of color.  The marks across his face seem to flare an angry crimson color, and sweat breaks out across his features.  His lips begin to move, though no noise can be heard.  After a brief moment, he blinks nervously and glances around, wild-eyed.

[Editor's Note: Avawren and Nehor saw, Your vision slowly goes blurry, and the marks across your face feel as if they have ignited!  White-hot pain screams across your senses, but you find yourself unable to react physically in any way!  Through the pain, a second sensation creeps into your brain.  The burning pain from your markings feels as if it is... stretching... drawing you southward.  A deep, discordant voice echoes in the deepest corner of your skull... "rEEtuUuuRRrrnnNn".  When the reverberations from the voice fade, your vision clears, and the marks across your face recede to a dull ache.]

You say, "I want to stop by the pawnshop."
Khobra gazes out.
Speaking softly to Nehor, Dracnoir says, "First wholely accurate thing you've ever said."
You glance at Avawren.
Nehor shivers.
You glance between Nehor and Avawren.
Nazarr glances at Nehor.
Nehor distantly says, "I..."
Speaking to you, Ulkov says, "Funny you keep trying to get to a bar."
You sharply ask, "What did you see?"
Ulkov snickers.
Nehor drops a glass of aged nearly black merlot.
Nehor sways back and forth.
Ponclast softly says, "Hmm."
Avawren slowly empties her lungs.
Naamit shudders.
Nehor quickly instructs, "We must get to the holding room!"
Nehor commands, "Now!"
Speaking quietly to Avawren, Jahadeem says, "Are you ok."
Nazarr asks, "Where is it?"

To the Holding Cell

[Mist Harbor Lockup, Entry Hall]
Austere and barren, the room is meticulously clean and the hardware on the imposing gate gleams.  A single wooden bench rests against one wall with an oil painting affixed over it.  You also see a heavily barred steel door.
Obvious exits: east, west
Anarquendi, Avawren, Ulkov, Naamit, Nazarr, Sarmoya, Ponclast, Apsaras, Louaryne, Jahadeem, Qafziel, Dracnoir and Nehor followed.

Nehor glances to his left.
Anarquendi whispers something to Avawren.
Nehor glances to his right.

You move toward an iron-bound imposing gate, striding away.
[Mist Harbor Lockup, Hallway]
A single torch burns in an cast-iron sconce giving off a wan light.  The floor crunches underfoot as it's littered with the remains of various small rodents in a state of decay.  A trail of blood leads into one of the cells.  You also see an iron-clad oak door, a riveted iron-banded door and an iron-bound imposing gate.
Obvious paths: north
Anarquendi, Avawren, Ulkov, Naamit, Nazarr, Sarmoya, Ponclast, Apsaras, Louaryne, Jahadeem, Qafziel, Dracnoir and Nehor followed.

A flash of lightning lights up the sky, followed by a rumble of thunder.

You stride away, moving north.
[Mist Harbor Lockup, Hallway]
Hanging from one of the overhead oak beams is a cargo net with various hooks and needles affixed at every loop.  Luckily, it is high enough so you cannot see what or whom is in it, yet the pool of dried blood beneath attests to its grisly work.  You also see a banded steel door, a steel cross-hatched door and a metal barricade.
Obvious paths: north, south
Anarquendi, Avawren, Ulkov, Naamit, Nazarr, Sarmoya, Ponclast, Apsaras, Louaryne, Jahadeem, Qafziel, Dracnoir and Nehor followed.

You discover a wooden panel while searching the area!
Roundtime: 3 sec.

Sarmoya says, "I do not understand."

You stride a few steps toward a metal barricade.
The wooden panel appears to be closed.

Nehor urgently exclaims, "Now! We have to...help me!"
You say, "We are here."
You blink at Nehor.
Ulkov releases a long, drawn out belch.
You scowl at Nehor.
You say, "I can't fix your face."
Apsaras glances at Nehor.
Speaking quietly to Nehor, Jahadeem says, "You ok."

With a practiced eye, you glance over Nehor:
He is in perfect health.

Nazarr says, "That was not here last week."
Speaking to Nehor, Sarmoya asks, "Help you? Help you how?"
(Nehor throws himself at the barricade, scratching and crawling at it in a desperate manner.)
Speaking to Nehor, Ulkov says, "Point to the offending limb, I'll remove it for you."
You say, "It's beyond my ability."
Nazarr glances at a metal barricade.

You peer north and see ...
[Mist Harbor Lockup, Hallway]
drifts out the barred window.  You also see a vine-bound bamboo door and a bolted oak door.
Obvious paths: south

(Avawren clutches her head, blinking several times.)
Dracnoir gazes thoughtfully at a metal barricade.
Nehor screeches, "Get rid of it!"
Apsaras glances at Avawren.
Nehor screams, "Let me IN!"
Avawren quietly says, "... I need to get in that room."
Speaking quietly to Nehor, Jahadeem says, "I can drink that wine for you if you did not finish it yet."
You draw back and punch the metal barricade hard!  Ow!
   ... 5 points of damage!

[Editor's Note. Until the barrier was down, the following people attempted punching it at least once: Anarquendi, Apsaras, Darcena, Dracnoir, Jahadeem, Nehor, Ponclast, Sarmoya. The following people attempted kicking it: Anarquendi, Apsaras, Dracnoir, Nazarr, Nehor. Others cast a variety of spells at it: Anarquendi, Darcena, Dracnoir, Louaryne, Naamit, Nehor, Ponclast. The following people bashed it: Jahadeem, Madmountan, Nazarr.]

You flail your arms about.
Ulkov gives a sidelong glance at a metal barricade.
Avawren stares off into space.
Anarquendi winces.
With a roar, Sarmoya lowers his shoulder and charges the steel door! He does this twice more.
You hear the faint whisper of Khobra saying, "You have been distracted. The Vaterz.. ripplez."
Nehor waspishly yells, "Now, now now now!!!"
Naamit casts an appraising gaze over her surroundings, seemingly taking in every detail.
Nehor screams!
Nehor kneels down.
Nehor buries his face in his hands.
Nehor shudders.
Dracnoir ponders.
(Avawren takes a few gasping breaths, staring past nothing at all.)

A boom of thunder blasts through the grey skies.

Anarquendi winces.
You ask, "Is there a ranger here?"
Anarquendi nods to you.
Nehor seethes, "They...burn...the words BURN!"
Louaryne asks, "Where are the guards?"
Naamit says, "Remember what was done last time..."
Nehor crawls over to a metal barricade.
Avawren cries, "The room. I HAVE to get that room ..."
Apsaras asks, "What words?"
Your voice carries itself to Khobra, "What is happening?"
You ask, "What room?"
Nehor wails!
Speaking quietly to a metal barricade, Jahadeem says, "'fend... end'."
Anarquendi makes a sharp gesture.
Ulkov leans over and whispers, "What sort of oddball zealots you started running with?"
Speaking to you, Avawren exclaims, "Where we found her!"
Speaking quietly to a metal barricade, Jahadeem says, "'meekseek'."
You quietly whisper to Ulkov, "Very odd ones."
You exclaim, "I can't get in!"
You hear the faint whisper of Khobra saying, "The vaterz..."
You point at a wooden panel.

This panel has been refitted, and once again stands flush against the wall, cleverly concealed amongst the pattern of stones.

Nehor shivers.
Nehor stands up.
Naamit says, "I'll look for another like the first."
Your voice carries itself to Khobra, "What is happening?"
Nehor dusts himself off.
Ulkov pokes his finger at a metal barricade.
Anarquendi just tried to pull a wooden panel.
Sarmoya frowns.
You give Madmountan a lingering kiss on the cheek.
Speaking to Madmountan, you exclaim, "Break it down!"
You point at a metal barricade.
Madmountan points at a metal barricade.
Madmountan asks, "That thing?"

The ground trembles as rolling thunder resounds throughout the sky.

You nod at Madmountan.
Madmountan removes a dark runic lor-hafted sledgehammer from in his combat case.
Ulkov glances at you and folds his arms over his chest.
Madmountan bashes at the metal barricade with his lor-hafted sledgehammer!
Naamit complains, "How convenient, all the guards are now on break."
You nod at Naamit.
Your voice carries itself to Khobra, "What is the water doing?"
Louaryne casts an appraising gaze over her surroundings, seemingly taking in every detail.
Nehor wails, "It needs to go NOW!"
You scowl at a metal barricade.
Ponclast turns to face a metal barricade.
Speaking to Nehor, you ask, "We're trying! What did they tell you?"
Ulkov says, "Mm."
Ulkov yawns.
Ulkov glances away.
Ponclast sniffs at a metal barricade.
Speaking to a metal barricade, Naamit whispers aloud, "WVOSOSQMMPRVKE."
You ask, "Do we have a wizard? Can you melt it? Freeze it?"
You exclaim, "Freeze it!"
You exclaim, "Make it shatter!"
You growl ferociously at a metal barricade!
Ponclast ponders.
Nehor smiles maniacally and paces back and forth before the barricade, alternating between striking at it and casting at it and babbling about how he needs in IMMEDIATELY
Speaking quietly to a metal barricade, Jahadeem says, "MOSWLK."
Avawren whines, "I have to get in ..."
A sudden gust blows the rain at you in a stinging attack.
The barricade groans slightly, starting to warp.
Inexplicably, Nehor flings himself at a metal barricade.
Speaking to Madmountan, you exclaim, "Again!"
Nehor wails!
You hear the faint whisper of Khobra saying, "Keep them buzy a moment longer, tvo of three jailbirdz."
Naamit places her hand on her hourglass girdle.
Naamit shifts her weight.
Ponclast nods.
(Darcena pushes on the cooled metal on the edge of the barricade.)
Jahadeem quietly says, "My poor right hand."
You exclaim, "Oh!"
Madmountan says, "I just like breaking stuff."
You gaze anxiously at Avawren.
(Avawren continues to whine pitiously, crasping at her hair.)
You rub Avawren.
You say, "Avawren."
Anarquendi glances at Avawren.
You sternly ask, "What do you see?"
You say, "Don't whine and cry. SPEAK."
You exclaim, "I will listen!"
The ground trembles as rolling thunder resounds throughout the sky.
Naamit stands back, looking somewhat smug, her arms crossed over her chest.
You listen carefully to Avawren.
Speaking to you, Avawren says, "I have to get in that room! I'm sorry, I have to."
You growl ferociously!
(Jahadeem holds his right hand in pain.)
You say, "I do not like these people and their manipulation."
Nehor quickly complains, "Let me in let me in let me in let it in let it in let it out let it out now now now now now now."
Speaking to you, Ulkov says, "Zealots."
Ulkov nods once.
Nehor whimpers.
You nod slowly at Ulkov.
Your voice carries itself to Khobra, "Have the ripples finished?"
Naamit casts an appraising gaze over her surroundings, seemingly taking in every detail.
A handful of blood-soaked popcorn seemingly floats up out of Ulkov's jet spidersilk bag and into his waiting hand.
With a menacing look, Jahadeem pulls his hand back as if to give a banded steel door a firm slap.  He then blinks and lowers his hand with an embarrassed look on his face.
Jahadeem knocks on a banded steel door.
Speaking to Avawren, you say, "You promised me you would help."
Jahadeem knocks on a metal barricade.
You growl at Avawren.

The barricade groans once more, starting to buckle.

Nehor throws his head back and howls!
You nod at Khobra.
Louaryne snaps her fingers.
Naamit purses her lips, the glaes ring within them appearing a bit more prominent.
For no apparent reason, Nehor flings himself at the ground.
Nehor thrashes around on the ground.
A boom of thunder blasts through the grey skies.
Khobra whispers, "I never got to tell you what I dizvered vhile here as you did the runez. Ve have to be careful."
Nehor says, "Help meeeee."
Speaking quietly to you, Jahadeem says, "Thank you."
Khobra whispers, "Very very caryful."
Nehor bursts into tears!
You nod slowly at Khobra.
Nehor crawls over to a metal barricade.

The metal barricade screamas the metal within it twists and bends and suddenly collapses into a useless pile of scrap!

Nehor stands up.
Inexplicably, Nehor flings himself at a ruined metal barricade.

The Holding Cell

[Holding Cell, Outer Room]
This small room is dominated by a heavy iron-reinforced door in the far wall.  Furnishings aside from that are sparse.  The floor underneath is solid stone, and there are no visible light sources.  Light streams in from the room beyond through a large hole in the door, which is reinforced with heavy iron bars.  You also see a wooden panel.
Khobra, Naamit, Sarmoya, Madmountan, Anarquendi, Avawren, Ulkov, Nazarr, Ponclast, Apsaras, Louaryne, Jahadeem, Qafziel and Dracnoir followed.

Dracnoir nods.
Madmountan says, "All done."
Nehor pants.
Nehor wipes the sweat from his brow.
Ulkov frowns and says, sighing, "I was hoping to watch Nehor lose his mind fully."
Khobra sashays gracefully to stand behind you.
Ulkov put a handful of blood-soaked popcorn in his jet spidersilk bag.
Speaking to Nehor, Sarmoya asks, "What is it you needed in here?"
You glance between Avawren and Nehor.
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
Nehor whines.
Nehor points at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
You say, "I don't think we should all go in the cell."
Jahadeem searches around for a moment.
Nehor ominously whimpers, "In there."
Nehor points at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Inexplicably, Nehor flings himself at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Qafziel says, "I will stay out."
Khobra gazes at her reflection in the silver-framed mirror.
Nehor abruptly punches at a heavy iron-reinforced door!
You nod at Qafziel.
Qafziel leaves your group.
A loud clap of thunder rumbles the area.
Jahadeem sniffs.
You stride a few steps toward a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Nehor wails!
Jahadeem sniffs at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
It smells like a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Apsaras reaches out and touches a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Anarquendi just tried to pull a heavy iron-reinforced door.
You growl ferociously at a heavy iron-reinforced door!
Avawren stares, unblinking, swaying on her feet.
You exclaim, "Now what!"
Nehor loudly screams, "IN THERE! NOWWWW!"
Jahadeem sniffs.
You lunge forward and ambush the iron-reinforced door mercilessly but with little effect.
Nehor points at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Ulkov says, "Mm, nah."
Anarquendi glances at Avawren.
Nehor wails!
Nehor kneels down.
You belt out, "Is someone in there?"
Nehor buries his face in his hands.
Jahadeem knocks on a heavy iron-reinforced door.
You don't find anything of interest here.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
Madmountan turns an ear toward a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Nehor exclaims, "I can't...I have to...I have to!"
Khobra whispers, "Vho are ve looking for?"
Ulkov smiles quietly to himself.
Madmountan knocks on a heavy iron-reinforced door.
You exasperatedly ask, "You have to what?"
Anarquendi winces.
Speaking to a heavy iron-reinforced door, Nehor whines, "I'm trying!"
A ripple slides through the room, accompanied by a similarly avian call.  Amongst the racket, the word "Roooolllllllll" draws out into a hiss.
You quietly whisper to Khobra, "Nehor and Avawren say they have to get in there; that their words are burning."
Nehor stares at the door for a long moment, then suddenly disappears!
Speaking to you, Ulkov says, "Was there a bathroom break before you all left? mebbe...."
Madmountan asks, "Roll?"
Sarmoya asks, "Rool?"
Ponclast softly says, "We lost Nehor."
Madmountan says, "I ear rolls."
Jahadeem rolls around on the ground.
Anarquendi blinks.
Madmountan lies down.
Madmountan rolls around on the ground.
Madmountan rolls around on the ground.
Madmountan rolls around on the ground.
Nazarr says, "It sounded like rule."
Dracnoir stares at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Louaryne stares at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Dracnoir gazes with interest at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Apsaras asks, "Rule?"

[Editor's note: one by one, people disappear...]

Naamit says, "As has Avawren."
Nazarr says, "Only stretched out."
You point at Avawren.
Ponclast stares at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Naamit turns to face Avawren.
You say, "Avawren is still here."
Naamit says, "Or not."
Naamit smirks.
Anarquendi nods.
Anarquendi stares at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Sarmoya stares at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Sarmoya frowns.
Dracnoir gazes thoughtfully at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Anarquendi squints at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
You ask, "Where is Dracnoir?"
Dracnoir raises his hand.
Anarquendi points at Dracnoir.
You lie down.
Speaking to herself, Apsaras says, "Curiouser yet."

You close your eyes and lower your head.  With a determined motion, you launch yourself into a sidelong roll directly towards the door!  As you brace for impact, you suddenly find yourself submerged in pitch black water!  Your eyes fly open, but you are unable to make anything out.  You feel your breath start to burn in your lungs, then a brightly lit square appears directly in front of you.  You feel yourself pulled rapidly to, and through, the square, and find yourself lying on a hard floor, stunned.

[Holding Cell, Inner Room]
This space is large and generously furnished for what is undeniably a cell.  A large candelabra sits atop a mahogany desk in the center of the space, casting generous amounts of warm light around the room.  The remains of a roasted rolton dinner can be seen on a small tray, which is lying on the floor next to a thick down sleeping mat.  You also see a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Also here: Relic Hunter Madmountan, Great Lord Jahadeem, Great Lord Nehor
Obvious paths: none
You are stunned!

[Editor's Note: Everyone is dripping with water and it is running off their clothing and body.]

Nehor glances to his right.
Jahadeem sniffs at a large candelabra.
Nehor confusedly asks, "Why am I...wet?"
Nehor blinks.
Madmountan says, "Maybe the door was made of water."
Speaking quietly to Nehor, Jahadeem says, "Water ... I hope."
Madmountan nods.
Jahadeem sniffs at Nehor.
Nehor distantly asks, "I can't...where were we? What were we doing?"
Nehor scratches his head.
Jahadeem pulls you to your feet.
Madmountan cackles!
Madmountan shrugs.
The clouds light up in an array of blue, white, and violet hues.
You ask, "Why are we in here?"
Speaking quietly to Nehor, Jahadeem says, "You told us to come here."
Nehor looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Jahadeem sniffs at a mahogany desk.
Nehor bewilderedly asks, "Did...did I?"
Madmountan searches around for a moment.
Speaking quietly to Nehor, Jahadeem says, "You insisted."
Nehor distantly says, "I can't...last thing I saw was a ripple and then I heard...something."
Nehor vigorously shakes his head.
Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
Jahadeem searches around for a moment.
Jahadeem quietly says, "Someone is watching me again."
Nehor accuses, "What was in that merlot?"
Speaking quietly to Nehor, Jahadeem says, "I have no idea. But I want some."
Nehor frowns.
Jahadeem just tried to pull Naamit to her feet, but Naamit couldn't stand on her own and she falls over!
Naamit makes a faint wheezing sound.
Nehor dusts himself off.
Nazarr blinks dazedly as his leg muscles twitch.
Ulkov rolls backward, then springs to his feet, ready again for action!
Nazarr's muscles twitch and a strained look crosses his face.
Nazarr stands up.
Nehor idly complains, "I'm going to have to get these clothes tailored. Again!"
Nehor sighs wearily.
Naamit glances east.
Anarquendi mutters under his breath.
Dracnoir rubs Khobra tenderly.
Madmountan says, "This is a strange place."
Anarquendi stands up.
Anarquendi dusts himself off.
You nod slowly at Madmountan.
Khobra says, "For the Love of PLur that'z Zmartz."
Sarmoya gasps.
Dracnoir pulls Khobra to her feet.
You say, "It's not like it was."
It smells like a large candelabra.
Nehor nods once at Madmountan.
Sarmoya coughs.
It smells like a mahogany desk.
Anarquendi closes his eyes for a moment.
(Khobra rubs her back.)
Anarquendi's concentration shifts and becomes more focused as he slightly tilts an ear in a particular direction.

This candelabra is formed of wrought iron, artfully crafted into delicate spirals that have no readily discernible pattern, yet are still aesthetically pleasing.

This rich mahogany desk gives the illusion that it has been wrought from a single tree.  The striations in the wood's surface are uninterrupted, streaking across the polished surface from edge to edge in varying hues of brown and blonde.

Dracnoir rubs Khobra tenderly.
Nehor adds, "Strange and wet."
Apsaras says, "Well that is one o' the oddest things I have done tae get through a door."

This door is wide, nearly six feet across, and is so heavily reinforced by iron plates and bars that the wood underneath is all but hidden.  In the middle of the door is a large rectangular hole, the opening interspersed with large iron bars.
You detect an acrid, coppery smell around the iron-reinforced door.

Sarmoya asks, "What sorcery is this?"
Nehor confusedly inquires, "Did we somehow...pass through the ripple in the water we saw?"

More Voices and Visions

Nehor stares distractedly at the far wall, his face going slack once more.  Behind you, an oddly distorted sound of warping metal can be heard.  The air in the room seems to freeze for a long moment, then Nehor lets out a soft gasp, and things begin to move once more.

[Editor's note: Nehor saw, Your gaze is drawn inexorably to the far wall, which begins to bulge inward.  Once again, you find yourself unable to move a muscle as the wall bulges farther and farther towards you.  Behind you, an oddly distorted sound of warping metal can be heard.  Your marks begin to burn once more, but the sensation is far more manageable this time.  As you watch, the portion of the wall bulging towards you separates from the rest of the structure, resulting in an amorphous, translucent shape shimmering in the air in front of you!]

You muse, "It still smells like it did."
Ponclast stands up.

Avawren stares distractedly at the far wall, her face going slack once more.  Behind you, an oddly distorted sound of warping metal can be heard.  The air in the room seems to freeze for a long moment, then Avawren lets out a soft gasp, and things begin to move once more.

Nehor blinks.
Dracnoir softly says, "Huh...  This is where Ilsola was before... but it has definitely seen better days..."
Jahadeem quietly asks, "Everything looks like it did last we were here. Right?"
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
Anarquendi shudders.
Ulkov says, "All new to me."
You ask, "What do you see now?"

A discordant voice rings in your ear, "ittTtTzzzZ aLLllL AHHbooOoOUUUuuUt....... MMMEEeeeEek"

Ulkov grunts noncommittally and shrugs his shoulders.
You peer quizzically at Avawren.
Khobra says, "Ripples."
Nehor says, "The wall there..."
(Jahadeem attempts to shake off water.)
You say, "It's all about meek."
You listen, but don't hear anything unusual.
Apsaras cocks her head at Nehor.
Nehor says, "Its...seperating.."
You say, "I hear the voice."
Jahadeem quietly says, "It is definately bleak."
You say, "It says..."
You say, "It's all about  meek."
Naamit snaps smartly to attention!
(OOC) Nazarr's player whispers to the group, "A discordant voice rings in your ear, "ittTtTzzzZ aLLllL AHHbooOoOUUUuuUt HhhhHhhhHHeeEeeeEllLllllLpPPppp"."
Nazarr says, "It's all about help."
Khobra asks, "It iz all about correct?"
Sarmoya says, "This seems more like a bedroom."
Speaking quietly to you, Jahadeem asks, "So Meek... seek?"
(OOC) Sarmoya's player whispers to the group, "A discordant voice rings in your ear, "ittTtTzzzZ aLLllL AHHbooOoOUUUuuUt TtTtTtRRRrrrRRuuUUUUUuuzzZZZztTTtT"."
(Sarmoya grabs his ears.)
Sarmoya winces.
(OOC) Dracnoir's player whispers to the group, "A discordant voice rings in your ear, "ittTtTzzzZ aLLllL AHHbooOoOUUUuuUt NnnnnNNNNaaaaaazzZZZzzZZhhHhhHHoooOOOooOORrRRrRR"."
Dracnoir softly asks, "Anybody else hear that?"
Jahadeem quietly says, "Should we be looking for something."
(OOC) Ulkov's player whispers to the group, "A discordant voice rings in your ear, "ittTtTzzzZ aLLllL AHHbooOoOUUUuuUt IiiIinnnNnnnNNNzZZZzzzZaAAaAHHhNnnNNniIITttteEEEeE"."
Ulkov says, "That's not what I heard."
(OOC) Ponclast's player whispers to the group, "A discordant voice rings in your ear, "ittTtTzzzZ aLLllL AHHbooOoOUUUuuUt PpPrRRrrrrRRReeeEEeeeEEEEPAaaaaaAAAARRrrrrRRRReeeeee"."
Ponclast softly asks, "All about prepare?"
Ponclast shrugs.
You ask, "What did you hear?"
Dracnoir softly says, "A voice saying in a drawn out way, "It's all about Nazhor."."
Ponclast shivers.
You peer quizzically at Ulkov.
Ulkov says, "Insanity."
Nehor loudly calls, "What is it you want?"
Ulkov flashes a wide grin.
(OOC) Naamit's player whispers to the group, "A discordant voice rings in your ear, "ittTtTzzzZ aLLllL AHHbooOoOUUUuuUt tTttTHhheEEEeeeeENNnNNNnnnDDddd"."
Naamit says, "I heard something different than that."
You stamp your feet at Ulkov!
Speaking to you, Ulkov says, "I'm being honest."
Ulkov glances at you and folds his arms over his chest.
Nehor angrily calls, "Why are you tormenting me so?"
Naamit says, "I heard that it was all about the end."
Anarquendi rubs his chin thoughtfully.
You say, "The end."
Khobra glances at Dracnoir.
Naamit glances at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
A rush of air blows through the area, bringing a sheet of heavy rain with it.
You ask, "Help me seek the end?"
Nehor calls, "Fend."
Jahadeem quietly asks, "End... Fend?"

Avawren stands stock still, her eyes filled with tears as she shakes.  her mouth moves constantly, but no sound can be heard.

Sarmoya calls, "Please do not do that again."
You blink.

Avawren begins to cry, tears running freely down her cheeks.  Her mouth continues to work soundlessly, but her breath is starting to come in gasps.``

You meekly say, "I do not understand."
Apsaras glances at Avawren.
Dracnoir softly says, "We need to figure out the order we've been hearing."

Avawren begins to gasp faster and faster, nearly hyperventilating now.  Sweat streams down her face, and her tears flow almost uninterrupted.  With one final gasp, she suddenly blinks, then sways unsteadily.  Her eyes slowly focus, and her head lowers.


She smells just like Avawren.
Anarquendi pulls Avawren closer to himself.
Ponclast agrees with you.
Dracnoir softly says, "The last word we all heard.  We need an order."
Speaking worriedly to Avawren, Anarquendi asks, "What is wrong?"
Avawren gasps.

[Editor's Note: Avawren saw, The shape hovers in front of you, rippling with occasional undulations of color.  In your mind you hear the same deep voice as before, clearer this time, "Little bird... Listen and... understand.  Unbalanced waters can never... still.  Same attracts... same.  Threat... criti... cal.  Seek... the meek.  Even this... one... cannot..."

The shape twists in upon itself, growing smaller before stabilizing once more.  The voice continues, more strained and distant, "Little... Bird... beware the... Flock.  And... the... Forlorn.  And... the... Fallen.  Must... balance... before..."

The shape twists once more, becoming minuscule in size.  The voice echoes towards you once more, as if from a long distance, "I... have done what... I... may... Little Bird.  Seek... the meek.  Prevent... the end..."  With the last of the echoes draining away, the shape disappears completely.  You blink, noticing your wet cheeks and feeling the tension in every muscle.  You draw a ragged breath and sway slightly on your feet as you try and regain your equilibrium.]

Speaking to Avawren, Apsaras asks, "Ye alright?"
Dracnoir softly says, "I think it makes a sentence."
(OOC) Louaryne's player whispers to the group, "A discordant voice rings in your ear, "ittTtTzzzZ aLLllL AHHbooOoOUUUuuUt UuuhhHHhhNnNNNnnBAaaaahhHHhHLLlllLIiiiIiiiNNNnnnNNzzZZzz."
(OOC) Jahadeem's player whispers to the group, "Help Trust Nazhor the End."
Speaking to herself, Apsaras says, "Guessin' no but had tae ask..."
Sarmoya says, "I believe mine said trust."
A sudden gust blows the rain at you in a stinging attack.

Avawren Awakes

Avawren weakly says, "W-what ..."
You blink at Avawren.
Nehor gulps.
Ulkov appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Naamit removes a peg-handled amber oak quaich from in her lambswool cloak.
(OOC) Sarmoya's player whispers to the group, "Help Nazhor End the Truth."
Naamit takes a drink from her amber oak quaich.
Anarquendi rubs Avawren tenderly.
(OOC) Sarmoya's player whispers to the group, "Help Nazhor End the Trust."

The room wavers slightly, as if a ripple were starting, but it never fully materializes.

Khobra clutches her head, her eyes pleading for relief.
Nehor cautiously warns, "Something...something is not right here."
Khobra gazes dazedly at her surroundings.
Speaking to Anarquendi, Avawren asks, "What happened? Where are we?"
Louaryne turns around.
Speaking to Jahadeem, Sarmoya says, "A trust can be a group."
Louaryne turns around.
Naamit places her hand on her pierced heart tattoo.
You cock your head.
(OOC) Nazarr's player whispers to the group, "Help prepare. Trust Nazhor.  Unbalance Insanity. The End."

[Holding Cell, Inner Room]
This space is large and generously furnished for what is undeniably a cell.  A large candelabra sits atop a mahogany desk in the center of the space, casting generous amounts of warm light around the room.  The remains of a roasted rolton dinner can be seen on a small tray, which is lying on the floor next to a thick down sleeping mat.  You also see a peak tiger and a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Also here: Ponclast, Great Lord Sarmoya, Khobra, Apsaras, Great Lord Nazarr, Lord Dracnoir, Journeyman Qafziel, Louaryne, Anarquendi, Mistress Naamit, Relic Hunter Ulkov, Lady Avawren, Relic Hunter Madmountan, Great Lord Jahadeem, Great Lord Nehor
Obvious paths: none

Madmountan says, "You have me bash something, and I get caught up on some kind of mass hysteria."
Speaking softly to Avawren, Anarquendi says, "Inside the room."
Madmountan says, "You guys are weird."
Ulkov nods in agreement at Madmountan.
Speaking concernedly to Madmountan, you ask, "Are you not hearing anything?"
Madmountan says, "I'm mentally deaf though."
Dracnoir rubs Khobra tenderly.
Madmountan cackles!
Avawren sits down.
You rub Madmountan tenderly.
Nehor slowly empties his lungs.
Dracnoir softly asks, "Did anybody else see the start of a ripple?"
You ask, "Meek Help Nazhor End the Trust?"
Nehor grumpily says, "I need a drink."
Jahadeem quietly says, "There must be something I am not seeing or hearing."

A far-off avian screech sounds, barely audible and growing ever quieter until it fades completely.

Nehor pouts.
Anarquendi nods at Dracnoir.
Naamit leans against a mahogany desk.
Avawren shudders.
Speaking to Madmountan, Ulkov says, "Look, I just showed up to get healed... and here I am."

A boom of thunder blasts through the grey skies.

Khobra whispers, "Iz vicked zpell."
Ulkov smirks.
Madmountan says, "I heard that though."
Dracnoir shudders.
Naamit glances away.
Jahadeem quietly says, "A far off screech."
Nazarr nods.
Dracnoir softly says, "And then the avian screeching..."
Madmountan inclines his ear, listening intently.
Apsaras says, "I saw the ripple but no hearin' any words."
Louaryne says, "Odd."
You say, "A... bird. A screech."
Madmountan rubs the iron-reinforced door, causing it to release an acrid, coppery smell into the air.
Nehor waspishly complains, "Probably some vulture come to eat us all."
Apsaras says, "Heard the screech."
Nehor sighs.
You cock your head.
Nazarr says, "I saw the ripple and heard the avian screech."
Madmountan says, "I like that smell."
Ulkov says, "That, or it was just my breakfast escaping."
Jahadeem sniffs.
Ulkov grunts noncommittally and shrugs his shoulders.
Madmountan grins at Ulkov.
Jahadeem sniffs.
Madmountan sniffs at his iron-reinforced door.
Avawren gives a sidelong glance at you.
Madmountan nods to a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Dracnoir softly asks, "What was it somebody said about a vulture... and an owl?"
You nod slowly at Madmountan.
Louaryne whispers, "Isn't there a ranger here normally with her bird?"
Anarquendi kneels down.
Speaking to Avawren, you ask, "Is it done?"
You nod at Louaryne.
Speaking weakly to you, Khobra warns, "Featherz."
Avawren nods slowly to you.
Speaking softly to Avawren, Anarquendi asks, "Are you alright?"
Speaking quietly to you, Avawren says, "I think so."
You blink.
You don't find anything of interest here.
Roundtime: 3 sec.
Speaking to Anarquendi, Avawren says, "... I think."
Nehor incredulously says, "Is SHE alright? No one ever asked me if *I* was alright."
You confusedly say, "I don't understand."
Nazarr searches around for a moment.
Nehor sniffs.
Avawren chuckles.
Jahadeem quietly says, "Worth a shot."
Naamit grumbles to herself.

Drunken Bellows

From far in the distance, a drunken voice bellows, "Where are ya?!?  Got... Got some... FRIENDSH... for... ya!"
Naamit takes a drink from her amber oak quaich.
You blink.
Speaking softly to Nehor, Dracnoir says, "That's because you're an unmitigate jerk."
Sarmoya frowns.
Ponclast glances at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Avawren says, "I'm ... trying to make sense of everything I just saw ... I'm sorry. Give me a moment."
Apsaras blinks.
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
Nehor sticks out his tongue.
Jahadeem quietly says, "Who was that."
Jahadeem quietly says, "Drunken voice."
Apsaras asks, "Who is that?"
You belt out, "Who is that?"
Sarmoya asks, "Mazorn, perhaps?"
Nehor exclaims, "Takes one to know one!"
Khobra says, "No."
You ponder the meaning of Sarmoya's existence.
Nehor dusts himself off.
Avawren grabs her head and moans softly.
Louaryne says, "Someone is in their cups."
Madmountan grins.
You rub Avawren.
Speaking to Anarquendi, Avawren says, "It called me Little Bird."
Ulkov says, "Sadly it aint me."
Madmountan says, "I could use a drink right about now myself."
Madmountan nods.
You say, "Little.. Bird."
You ponder the meaning of Avawren's existence.
Madmountan agrees with Ulkov.
Nehor agrees with Madmountan.
Louaryne says, "Me either."
Dracnoir taps Madmountan lightly on his shoulder.
Dracnoir taps a flagon of Ice Drake rum.
Nehor glances at a flagon of Ice Drake rum.
Louaryne agrees with Ulkov.
Speaking to you, Sarmoya says, "Mazorn indicated he had been drinking often."
Nehor picks up a flagon of Ice Drake rum.
Louaryne sighs.
Nehor sniffs at his Ice Drake rum.
Ponclast removes a flute of exotic red wine from in his cotton cloak.
You offer your bottle of kumys to Madmountan, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
Ponclast beams happily at a flute of exotic red wine in his hand.
A flash of lightning lights up the sky, followed by a rumble of thunder.
Madmountan has accepted your offer and is now holding a small bottle of kumys.
Speaking to you, Avawren says, "We were right. It needs help. We have to ..."
Avawren shakes her head.
A pained expression crosses Nehor's face.
Khobra glances at Nehor.
Nehor carefully places a flagon of Ice Drake rum on the ground.
Madmountan sniffs at his bottle of kumys.
Apsaras glances at Avawren.
Speaking softly to Nehor, Dracnoir says, "That was not your rum."
Madmountan takes a drink from his bottle of kumys.
Madmountan looks rather relaxed.
A pained expression crosses Ulkov's face as he grimaces at Madmountan.
Nehor disdainfully says, "Not my kind of drink."
You ask, "What does it need help with?"
Madmountan grins.
You cock your head.
Madmountan puckers his lips.
Avawren confusedly says, ""Seek... the meek.  Prevent... the end"."
Avawren violently shakes her head in the negative, causing several strands of long hair to fall free and trail around her face in tiny wisps.
You say, "Seek... the meek and prevent the end."
Madmountan sniffs at his bottle of kumys.
Louaryne gingerly runs her finger over her waist length hair, a satisfied look upon her face when she is done.
You ask, "Trust Nazhor?"
Khobra nods at Avawren.
You peer quizzically at Avawren.
Sarmoya rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Madmountan points at his bottle of kumys.
Speaking to you, Avawren says, "Beware the flock."
Naamit settles her gaze on Avawren, watching her intently.
A distant tune dances across your senses, warm, yet somehow discordant.  As the tune reverberates through the room, the door makes a grinding noise.
Ulkov shakes his head.
Ulkov says, "No no no."
Madmountan cackles!
You say, "The flock."
You blink at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Madmountan glances at a heavy iron-reinforced door.
You open a heavy iron-reinforced door.
Nehor gulps.
Jahadeem quietly says, "The door."
Avawren glances at Anarquendi.
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
You say, "I guess we are allowed to leave."
Anarquendi rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Nehor moves to stand behind you.
Dracnoir softly says, "Anybody else think it would be an interesting twist if it turned out Nazhor wasn't the villain of this particular play... but Socius..."
Nehor whines, "Protect me!"
Speaking quietly to you, Jahadeem says, "Might be a good idea."
Anarquendi nods slowly at Avawren.
The clouds light up in an array of blue, white, and violet hues.
Nehor cowers.
Speaking stoutly to Nehor, you exclaim, "You should probably try being nicer!"
You move to stand in front of Nehor.

You move toward a heavy iron-reinforced door, striding away.
[Holding Cell, Outer Room]
This small room is dominated by a heavy iron-reinforced door in the far wall.  Furnishings aside from that are sparse.  The floor underneath is solid stone, and there are no visible light sources.  Light streams in from the room beyond through a large hole in the door, which is reinforced with heavy iron bars.  You also see a lamenting mountain spirit that is flying around and a wooden panel.
and Nehor followed.

The voice bellows once more, "SHOW yer...shelvesh!"
Khobra agrees with you.
Ponclast acts puzzled.
You belt out, "Who are you?"
Jahadeem quietly says, "What was that."
Naamit simply announces, "We're right here."
Dracnoir twists his head slightly, cracking his neck.  He looks relieved.
Ulkov yells, "I aint got no shelves!"
Khobra says, "No vait. That voice."
Jahadeem quietly says, "Where are you."
Khobra says, "Drunken.."
Apsaras gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Jahadeem quietly asks, "The bar?"
Dracnoir nods in agreement at Khobra.
Nehor ponders.
You belt out, "Where are you?"
Madmountan takes a drink from his bottle of kumys.
Nehor observes, "No mirror..."
Naamit searches around for a moment.
Nehor rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "Lizten again."
You nod at Nehor.
You listen, but don't hear anything unusual.
Khobra says, "Yet, vithout drunken state."
Anarquendi closes his eyes for a moment.
Anarquendi's concentration shifts and becomes more focused as he slightly tilts an ear in a particular direction.
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
Madmountan holds a small bottle of kumys up to his ear.
Darcena closes her eyes and listens as hard as she can.
Louaryne wistfully says, "Maybe they're at a bar."
Louaryne clears her throat.
Jahadeem quietly asks, "Maybe that bar on the other side of Mist Harbor?"
Speaking to Louaryne, Sarmoya says, "It is possible."
The voice bellows drunkenly, "Ahm here!  In the- *hic*- Middle of town!  Mah... FRIENDSH wanna meet ya!" Hysterical giggling follows the statement.
You say, "Well."
Avawren says, "... what now."
Jahadeem quietly says, "Middle of town."
Dracnoir softly says, "Middle of town..."
Nazarr says, "Gardenia Commons, then."
You say, "Hmm."
Louaryne blinks.
Avawren slowly empties her lungs.
Speaking to you, Naamit asks, "Toward the Commons, eh?"
Ulkov says, "Friends, eh."

Meddling Muddled Mazorn

[Gardenia Commons]
The soft, soothing sound of the carved marble fountain that dominates Gardenia Commons breaks the silence of day.  Bright sunlight dapples the area in a warm glow and reflects off the water pouring into the fountain, causing rainbows of ethereal light to dance across the mist that clings to the cobblestone street.  A light, thin layer of dew glistens on the wrought iron benches that encircle the fountain.  You also see a ruffed greatfang and a wide-mouthed wicker basket.
Also here: Mazorn, Jamaren
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west
Avawren, Anarquendi, Ponclast, Sarmoya, Khobra, Apsaras, Nazarr, Dracnoir, Qafziel, Louaryne, Naamit, Ulkov, Madmountan, Jahadeem, Nehor and your mountain spirit followed.

Mazorn staggers about, humming happily.
You say, "Oh no."
Mazorn takes a drink from his bottle of rum.
You groan at Mazorn.
Jahadeem waves to Mazorn.
Speaking to Sarmoya, you say, "You were right."
Speaking quietly to Mazorn, Jahadeem says, "I do not believe we have met."
Speaking to Mazorn, you ask, "What friends?"
Speaking to you, Sarmoya says, "I do not wish I was."
Khobra nods to you.
You scowl at Mazorn.
Sarmoya bows to Mazorn.
Nehor glances at Mazorn.
Mazorn hoarsely exclaims, "Ahhh!  The... The... MIGHTY... Heroesh!"
Speaking to Mazorn, Sarmoya says, "Good afternon."
Mazorn sways dangerously on his feet.
Avawren gives a sidelong glance at Mazorn.
He smells just like Mazorn.
Mazorn takes a drink from his bottle of rum.
Nehor raises an eyebrow.
Dracnoir raises an eyebrow in Mazorn's direction.
Speaking to Mazorn, Apsaras says, "Afternoon."
Avawren quietly says, "My head hurts too much for this nonsense."
Nehor admits, "..I am sort of a hero, he isn't wrong."
Nehor strikes a heroic pose.
Ulkov smirks.
Madmountan says, "I bet if we give him this kumys, we can get him to barf."
Speaking disgustedly to Mazorn, you ask, "What do you want?"
Anarquendi rubs Avawren tenderly.
Dracnoir laughs at Nehor!
You nod at Madmountan.
Dracnoir shakes his head.
Mazorn hoarsely asks, "Sho!  You... RUIN anyone ELSHE'SH life?"
Khobra glances at Avawren.
Madmountan grins at you.
Jahadeem quietly says, "Hero?  I am not certain about that."
Madmountan offers you a small bottle of kumys.  Click ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it.  The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
Mazorn giggles like a loon.
Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Mazorn.
Speaking to Madmountan, Ulkov says, "I imagine that's the effect it has on most people."
Ulkov gags.
Madmountan says, "I don't know him, you hand it to him."
Dracnoir leans on his runestaff.
Speaking quietly to Mazorn, Jahadeem says, "MOSWLK."
Speaking to Mazorn, you say, "You don't look nearly as polished as you used to, Mazorn."
You accept Madmountan's offer and are now holding a small bottle of kumys.
You offer your bottle of kumys to Mazorn, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer.  Click CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.
Naamit takes a drink from her amber oak quaich.
You say, "Have a sip."
Mazorn hoarsely says, "Shee... whatcha di'int... di'int... REALISHE."
You nod at Mazorn.
Mazorn scoffs.
Speaking to Mazorn, Sarmoya says, "I never ruined anyone's life, sir."
Raising his hands before him, Nehor quickly backpedals away from Mazorn.
Speaking to Mazorn, Sarmoya says, "I have only ever tried to help."
Speaking to Mazorn, Apsaras says, "Never met ye, so pretty sure never did any ruinin' tae ye."
Speaking to you, Khobra says, "He lookz down and out zenze lazt ve zav him."
Mazorn hoarsely exclaims, "Ish that I... I Have FRIENDSH!"
You nod at Khobra.
Speaking pointedly to Mazorn, Nehor says, "You smell worse than the she-wolf."
You scoff at Mazorn.
Nehor covers his nose tightly.
Madmountan rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Speaking quietly to Mazorn, Jahadeem asks, "Are you well?"
You slyly quip, "Like Veridese?"
Speaking softly to Mazorn, Dracnoir says, "Yes...  Tell us about your friends..."
Mazorn hoarsely exclaims, "And here'sh... here'sh... the SHECRET!"
Naamit folds her arms over her chest.
Mazorn puts a finger to his lips and makes obnoxious shushing noises.
Apsaras cocks her head at Mazorn.
Speaking quietly to Mazorn, Jahadeem asks, "You have a secret?"
Mazorn takes a drink from his bottle of rum.
He emits a deep, contented sigh.
Ulkov folds his arms over his chest.
Your offer to Mazorn has expired.
Anarquendi whispers something to Avawren.
You raise an eyebrow, your splintery bone shards only enhancing your skeptical look.
You exasperatedly ask, "What is the secret, Mazorn?"
Ponclast softly speculates, "Maybe throw him in the cell until he sobers up?"
Avawren whispers something to Anarquendi.
Speaking calmly to Mazorn, Sarmoya says, "Sir."
Speaking to Jahadeem, Khobra says, "More than vell, juzt drunk."
Speaking calmly to Mazorn, Sarmoya says, "It is not too late to turn back from this path. I can help you."
Mazorn hoarsely exclaims, "Mah FRIENDSH... Shay thish here is THEIR Ishland!  Cause... THEY wash here... Firsht!"
Naamit nods in agreement at Ponclast.
Khobra glances between Anarquendi and Avawren.
Speaking calmly to Mazorn, Sarmoya says, "We can make this better."
Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Mazorn.
You narrow your eyes.
You fold your arms over your chest, tucking away your hands from the rain.
Dracnoir looks thoughtfully at Mazorn.
Anarquendi clears his throat.
Ulkov says, "Sounds reasonable."
Speaking quietly to Mazorn, Jahadeem asks, "Who are your friends?"
Madmountan says, "I always do love a good native."
You ask, "Who are your friends, Mazorn?"
Speaking to Mazorn, Anarquendi asks, "Who are your friends?"
You scowl at Madmountan.
Madmountan snickers.
A rush of air blows through the area, bringing a sheet of heavy rain with it.
Speaking to Madmountan, you say, "We'll be talking about that later."
Mazorn hoarsely says, "An I tol' em!  I tol' em... I could.... HELP... Help em FIND the plashe."
Khobra gazes up into the heavens.
Khobra turns an inquisitive ear toward Mazorn.
Mazorn laughs hysterically.
You blink.
Speaking quietly to Mazorn, Jahadeem asks, "What place?"
You coyly croon, "What place, Mazorn?"
Speaking disdainfully to you, Nehor asks, "What is this drunkard going on about?"
Mazorn hoarsely exclaims, "An they were.... they were... they were... VERY VERY VERY VERY happy!"
Nehor glares at Mazorn.
Khobra repeats, "The Place?"
Mazorn giggles madly.
Mazorn takes a drink from his bottle of rum.
He emits a deep, contented sigh.
You say, "You're so smart, Maz."
Avawren flatly comments, "The only thing you could find is the bottom of a bottle ..."
You say, "Tell me the place you told them about."
Avawren gives a sidelong glance at Mazorn.
Mazorn grins maniacally!
Nehor nods once at Naamit.
You encouragingly say, "Tell me how much smarter than me you are."
Speaking hoarsely to you, Mazorn exclaims, "Why... THISH Place!  Of courshe!"
Mazorn hoarsely exclaims, "The plashe of HEROES!"
Nehor blinks.
Ulkov chuckles to himself.
Dracnoir nods once.
Speaking to Avawren, Khobra remarks, "Appearz he'z not a profezzional -functional drunk."
Ulkov says, "It's all about insanity."
Khobra glances at Mazorn.
Apsaras frowns.
Speaking quietly to Mazorn, Jahadeem asks, "Who are your friend? Can we meet them?"
Dracnoir softly says, "That's what I expected..."
Speaking to Mazorn, Sarmoya says, "You worry too much about heroes."
Mazorn laughs uproariously.
Speaking to Mazorn, Sarmoya asks, "Focus on now. What do we need to do?"
Speaking to Khobra, Avawren says, "Need a bit more practice."
Avawren nods in agreement at Khobra.
You say, "Maz. You said they were here first."
Speaking to Avawren, Khobra says, "Not the greatezt thing to be a Miztrezz of."
You ask, "So why did you have to help them find the island?"
Nehor rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Mazorn hoarsely exclaims, "I'm gonna... I'm gonna.... ENJOY thish.  Watching you all.... LOZE everything!"
Dracnoir softly asks, "Why do I get the feeling the Chronomages wish to reclaim this place?"
Naamit removes a smooth columnar violet amethyst from in her plainly wrapped package.
Louaryne raises an eyebrow in Mazorn's direction.
Speaking to Mazorn, Khobra says, "Vait.."
Speaking to Mazorn, Sarmoya asks, "Why watch others lose when you can get back what is yours?"
Khobra says, "Queztion."
You narrow your eyes.
Speaking to Mazorn, Naamit urges, "Take this..token of my appreciation."
Naamit offers Mazorn a smooth columnar violet amethyst.
Avawren tiredly says, "Oh, good ...step right up to the villian line. We need more."
Ponclast releases a loud sigh and rolls his eyes dramatically.
Avawren slowly empties her lungs.
Speaking to Mazorn, Khobra says, "Drink on me if anzver."
Dracnoir softly says, "Or something from even before them..."
Speaking quietly to Mazorn, Jahadeem asks, "Do you mean the chronomages?"
A cry from the south goes up, "We have Krolvin coming in from the South!  Moving fast!"
Sarmoya roars!
You say, "Oh, no."
Mazorn grins evilly.
Speaking primly to Mazorn, Nehor counters, "Even with my scarred face, no matter what is done I can never lose my creativity. Tis impossible for you to take it away."
Dracnoir curses darkly, his eyes narrowing in spite.
Nehor glances south.
You say, "Friends."
Ponclast ponders.
Madmountan twists his head slightly, cracking his neck.  He looks relieved.
Speaking to Mazorn, Apsaras asks, "Lose every thin'?"
Khobra glances south.
Speaking to Mazorn, Ulkov says, "I heard Nehor say he was the biggest hero here. Maybe we just toss him out in front and let him handle all this. I'm sure it'll be fine."
Zamnier says, "Oh dear."
Nehor repeats, "Friends."
Speaking to Mazorn, you say, "If your friends are krolvin, Maz..."
Nehor worriedly asks, "Where...where is the militia? The guard?"
Sarmoya asks, "Is Strength available?"
Speaking quietly to Mazorn, Jahadeem asks, "Are your friends krolvin?"
Lightning streaks down from the sky, crackling and charging the air.
Nehor frightenedly calls, "Socius! Where are you? Help!"
You say, "Anyone who cannot stand against the krolvin, Go to the bar."
Nehor cowers.
Madmountan says, "I'm better than the militia or the guard."
Dracnoir softly says, "Socius sold us out...  All of the guards are gone..."
You say, "The Stumbling Pebble Bar."
You give a sidelong glance at Madmountan.
You glance at Madmountan and make a little purring sound.
Dracnoir softly says, "Saw that coming."
You say, "I'm heading south."
Another voice rises up, "More from the East!  These ones look huge!"
You glance at Madmountan.
Speaking sternly to Mazorn, Sarmoya says, "If you have called the Krolvin here, I will see you pat."
Madmountan says, "Oooh east."
Khobra asks, "The Chronomagez, are they among the Five familiez?"
You say, "East. I'm heading east."
Khobra glances east.
Jahadeem quietly says, "More forom the east."
Naamit points her columnar violet amethyst at Mazorn.
Speaking to you, Sarmoya says, "Lead."
You hear very soft footsteps.
Nehor quickly commands, "Go! Go and protect meeee."
You say, "If you are not strong enough."

Darcena led a group around the Eastern Harbor area and pier.

Louaryne says, "Should have brought the drunk with us."
Jahadeem quietly asks, "Her new house maybe?"
You listen, but don't hear anything unusual.
Tossing his head back, Niro using the motion to draw his hair from his eyes.
Khobra leans over and whispers, "Chasing phantomz."
You ask, "Do you see anything?"
Sarmoya tensely says, "I am ready."
Avawren says, "Someone remind me to inform the guards they need to give clearer directions ..."
Sarmoya growls ferociously!
You nod at Avawren.
You say, "Clearly."
Khobra casually observes her surroundings.
Avawren takes a cursory appraisal of the ground at her feet and picks out a few random leaves and twigs.  Along with a handful of mud smeared across her sleek ebony leathers, she pastes the bits and pieces in place.
Dracnoir agrees with Avawren.