The Rone Resurgence - 2018-10-05 and 2018-10-07 - Two Tales of Larsya (log)

Jastatos 5-6 and 7-8, 5118

by Leafiara Autumnwind of the [[::The_TownCrier|TownCrier]]

Summary

Night One

• Praxopius arrives and outlines the plans to cure [[::Larsya Caulfield|Larsya]] that night, requiring some crimson salt crystals delivered by Mayor Lylia, as well as sorcerers and wizards with knowledge of the spells [[::Phase (704)|Phase]], [[::Temporal Reversion (540)|Temporal Reversion]], and [[::Time Stop (550)|Time Stop]]. He believes someone might also need to sacrifice spirit.

• Prax mixes a formula and gives it to [[::Xorus Kul'shin|Xorus]]; Dame Evia, Pukk, Xorus, and Cryheart present it to Larsya as pirate rum and she drinks up, then seems to slow and grow tired.

• Prax asks Sir Cryheart to lead to the hollow tree in the Lower Dragonsclaw, which some note was where Malluch [[::Rise_of_Rone_-_5118-02-11_-_Stephos%27_Mercenaries_and_Rone%27s_Hostage|had taken Lylia hostage]] months earlier. Magister [[::Raelee_Svala|Raelee]] asks why there and Prax says it is an old favorite place and is away the Reach, but nothing magical.

• As Larsya grows tired and slumps against Zosopage, Prax puts the crimson salt crystals into an enruned low steel cylinder and gives it to [[::Ysharra_Nagorn|Ysharra]] to bury in the ground, with help from Evia.

• At Prax's direction, Maltreis, Lylia, Melikor, and Azimar cast Phase at the cylinder in turn, its runes flaring and shifting. Raelee asks about why the specific order and he says there is power in the order.

• Next Quallander, Raelee, and Hapenlok cast Temporal Reversion at the cylinder, and then in the same order cast Time Stop. Meanwhile Evia tries to keep Larsya entertained and awake by pretending to pull coins from behind her ear.

• Ribbons of light spring from the cylinder and attach into Larsya, who screams, claws at Zosopage, and twitches as everyone tries to calm her down. She begins twisting, frothing, and hissing, and for a few moments she begins cackling as her eyes flash viridian and her nose bends; with her appearing as Raznel, Meureii asks her to speak her name. However, her face soon returns to normal and tawny brown hair begins to replace her white hair.

• Then her eyes flash again and she tears a chain from around Zoso's neck and begins to strangle herself before Lylia seizes her wrists.

• Sores begin to form on Larsya and black oily maggots wriggle out, reminiscent of [[::Eyes_of_the_Dawn_-_5116-11-11_-_Stability_for_Larsya_and_Salve_for_Half-Elves|what happened two years ago]] when Raznel's curse was removed from Gavrien and Kippe, and burn up when exposed to the light from the cylinder.

• Balley, Shinann, and Cruxophim keep Larsya healed up and she seems to calm down, so Lylia releases her... but soon enough she stuns Lylia by swinging a clay mug into her head, then grabs a shot sword on the ground and stabs herself in the stomach and falls dead.

• ...but the effort fails, as the cylinder restores her to life regardless. As maggots continue to burn in the light, Larsya asks Peter what's happening--thought to be referring to [[::Naimorai_Kestrel|Naimorai]]'s memories of Pylasar, based on similarities to [[::Landing_Events_-_5118-05-04_-_Balley%27s_Visions:_The_Silver-Haired_Woman_and_Naimorai|a vision seen by Balley months earlier]]. Soon she begins to claw at her skin and carves the words "Feastday, 6 Jastatos, 5118" in, but afterward slumps.

• Dwi, having seen enough, finally begins to smash at the cylinder with her mithril mace, but Hap [[::Sleep (502)|puts her to sleep]] and the cylinder at last seems to finish its task as it breaks like glass and melts away. Larsya begins to revert and, though unconscious, regains her young form.

• A tired Praxopius departs for the night, saying they might know by the next night whether her mind was restored too.

Night Three

• Two nights later, Larsya is playing on the walls of the outpost and waving a wooden sword about, then sees the gathered crowd. She raises a bow and takes aim, then fires down an arrow with a rope attached, then slides down the rope to the courtyard and demands a surrender, giggling.

• She says she doesn't remember what happened and trusts her brother that it was horrible, but thanks everyone for helping. Larsya does know that her [[::Animal Companion (630)|animal companion]], Dawn, spent many days without her and that she and Breshon will call for her in the coming week.

• Larsya had overheard Breshon talking about the coming battle at sea, saying he wouldn't send his men but he'd provide supplies. She asks what he's talking about, wanting to come, but Raelee, Cryheart, and Lylia tell her she'll be needed to defend the outpost.

• Fizzlewiz offers her some ale and Cryheart says she's too young, but Larsya refuses for a different reason: pirates drink rum!

• Hap offers her a halfling swashbuckler pin and Dergoatean leads her in a sea chanty, then Larsya wraps up the night with several pirate jokes.

Highlights

Larsya says, "Ewwwwwww."
Larsya exclaims, "It tastes like armpits!"
Stormyrain slowly asks, "How do you know what armpits taste like?"

Speaking to Larsya, Evia says, "Careful, they say it grows hair on the chest."
Larsya exclaims, "Hair on my chest? I don't even have boobs yet!"
Speaking to Larsya, Lylia deadpans, "Pirates admire women with fine, hairy chests."
Speaking quietly to Lylia, Pukk asks, "Really?"
Pukk quietly says, "I didn't know that."
Speaking to Pukk, Lylia murmurs, "Only the Dwarven ones."

Larsya waves a small wooden sword at Cryheart.
Larsya says, "I'd force your hand in marriage landlubber, but my brother says I'd be thirty before you proposed..."

Larsya moves over to Hapenlok, stretching her toes a bit, trying to stand taller than him.
Larsya says, "You must be THIS tall to stand in the outpost."

Fizzlewiz offers Larsya some House Sovyn dark ale.
Cryheart says, "She is too young for that ale."
Larsya asks, "ALE!?"
Larsya exclaims, "No pirate worth their hook drinks ale!"
Larsya exclaims, "Come back with rum or don't come back at all!"

Larsya asks, "Why are pirates so addictive?"
Larsya exclaims, "They say once you lose your first hand, you're HOOKED!"

Larsya says, "A pirate walks into a bar, with a ship's wheel attached to the front of his pants. The bartender says, "Sir, did you know there's a ship's wheel attached to your pants?" And the pirate replies, "Arrhhh! It's driving me nuts!"

Log

Prax Preparations

[Town Square Central]

This is the heart of the main square of Wehnimer's Landing. The impromptu shops of the bazaar are clustered around this central gathering place, where townsfolk, travellers, and adventurers meet to talk, conspire or raise expeditions to the far-flung reaches of Elanith. At the north end, an old well, with moss-covered stones and a craggy roof, is shaded from the moonlight by a strong, robust tree. The oak is tall and straight, and it is apparent that the roots run deep. You also see an herbal remedy donation bin and some stone benches with some stuff on it.

Praxopius: "Good eve."

Praxopius: "I shall be along shortly. I'm finishing a few last minute things. Perhaps meet outside of Moot Hall?"

[Town Square, East]

Here in the center of a broad plaza near the commercial area of the bazaar stands the impressive facade of the slate-roofed Moot Hall, where the citizens of Wehnimer's Landing hold various official, religious and social functions. Facing the square are some of the town's more prosperous shops, still doing business with the many customers who still frequent the streets at night. You also see a large purple wooden barrel and a bone-framed bulletin board.

Praxopius wheels into view amidst the light falling snow.

(Zosopage shovels the snow with his shield so Praxopius can roll easier.)

Praxopius grins at Zosopage.

Praxopius nods at Zosopage.

Praxopius slowly empties his lungs.

Praxopius says, "Good evening."

Speaking to Praxopius, Ysharra says, "...hello, Alchemist."

Praxopius grins at Ysharra.

Praxopius says, "A little early for snow."

Speaking to Praxopius, Ysharra asks, "Or should I call you our parole officer?"

Praxopius says, "Perhaps a good sign in this situation."

Praxopius asks, "Who shall we form on?"

[Awkward silence.]

Ysharra glances at Cryheart.

Lylia glances at Xorus.

Cryheart asks, "Where we headed?"

Pukk quietly says, "Sir Shiny of course."

Pukk points at Cryheart.

Leafiara suggests, "Maybe knowing where we're going would help."

Praxopius joins Cryheart's group.

Ysharra says, "No one appears to be in a hurry to volunteer."

Praxopius says, "Outside of the Outpost."

Cryheart nods at Praxopius.

Praxopius asks, "You have the crystals Mayor?"

Lylia removes an opalescent glass jar containing crimson salt crystals from in her wrap.

Lylia shows Praxopius her glass jar.

Praxopius nods.

[Travel begins.]

Speaking to Praxopius, Zosopage says, "You need skis under your wheels and someone to push you."

Praxopius grins at Zosopage.

[Lower Dragonsclaw, Grasslands]

Growing among the warm grasses are a few scattered trees. It is hard to tell if the forest you can see to the west is encroaching upon the grasslands or if it is slowly being harvested and replaced for grazing. You also see a fortified stone imperial outpost, a huge imperial wagon and a glowing blue-white pylon.

Praxopius says, "Here will do for the moment."

Praxopius says, "We await Larsya."

Praxopius says, "Breshon will not join us this night."

Speaking to Praxopius, Maltreis says, "And whyever not."

Praxopius says, "Not unless he is needed to bring her back from the brink of something."

Praxopius says, "Truthfully? For him and for her."

Praxopius says, "One, his presence could be a distraction for Larsya."

Praxopius says, "Two, I do not wish him to see her if we fail."

Maltreis muses, "I thought he was stronger than that."

Praxopius says, "It is tragic enough he has to see her in this state, I would not wish for the last view of his sister to be..."

Speaking to Praxopius, Lylia says, "So, this is your choice and not his. It seems reasonable."

Praxopius says, "Well, the worst case scenario."

Praxopius says, "Yes, it was my request to him. Not his idea."

Ysharra asks, "Did you tell him not to come?"

Praxopius says, "I told him not to come. He barely listened."

Ysharra nods at Praxopius.

Speaking to Praxopius, Ysharra says, "That at least makes sense."

Praxopius says, "...and in the end, I think he said, and I quote, "...as long as a Captain is there to gut you if you fail, then I will remain here..."."

Praxopius says, "Something along those lines."

Praxopius smirks.

Praxopius says, "The Landing is rubbing off on the boy from Bourth."

Stormyrain murmurs, "There are two of us."

Praxopius says, "Good. Then one from the left, one from the right, should I fail."

Speaking to Praxopius, Leafiara wonders, "What -are- the risks tonight, in any case? Just your formula and the Reach's interference, or is there more?"

Speaking to Leafiara, Hapenlok asks, "Oh, other than the idiots who are probably going to try to stop us?"

Leafiara peers quizzically at Hapenlok.

Praxopius says, "I do not know."

Praxopius nods to Leafiara.

Leafiara nods understandingly at Praxopius.

Praxopius says, "Most of the risk lies with the girl."

Praxopius says, "The only other risk I am unable to properly theorize on, is if we sever the anchor that is her blood..."

Praxopius says, "I do not know what that looks like, consequence wise."

Praxopius says, "We shall see. In true Landing fashion."

Praxopius says, "The crystals, please."

Praxopius nods at Lylia.

Lylia offers Praxopius a bunch of crimson salt crystals.

Praxopius accepts Lylia's crimson salt crystals.

Praxopius put a bunch of crimson salt crystals in his black leather pack.

Praxopius nods.

Speaking to Praxopius, Hapenlok asks, "...so, you don't know. the best worst case is ...she dies. the worst worse case, is we summon something?"

Praxopius shrugs at Hapenlok.

Praxopius says, "I will also need some assistance from those gathered."

Speaking flatly to Praxopius, Hapenlok says, "I'm filled with oodles of confidence."

Praxopius says, "At one point during the process, spirit may be required. I hope we can decide who would make such a sacrifice."

Praxopius asks, "Secondly, are there many wizards present?"

Thrassus raises his hand.

Raelee surreptitiously glances at Praxopius.

Gryzzlbok raises his hand.

Praxopius says, "Your suggestions are likely the best path for us."

Praxopius nods at Xorus.

Hapenlok nods at Praxopius.

Quallander says, "I kin contribute some wizardly assistance."

Xorus nods at Praxopius.

Praxopius says, "The knowledge of Phase, Temporal Reversion, and Time Stop."

Zosopage says, "I have plenty of spirit if needed."

Praxopius nods at Zosopage.

Lylia says, "Phase? Not a wizard's spell at all. You want a sorcerer for that."

Thrassus says, "Temporal Reversion is known to me."

Praxopius says, "Yes, sorry. I misspoke."

Praxopius says, "But we will need those with the knowledge of those spells."

Praxopius nods at Thrassus.

Leafiara offers, "I can sacrifice my own spirit, or help restore others'--or both. Whatever Larsya needs as the night proceeds."

Speaking dryly to Lylia, Raelee says, "You speak as if I cannot cast that if I want."

Praxopius says, "We will also, near the end, need healers for the girl."

Balley softly says, "I can help with that."

Speaking to Praxopius, Hapenlok says, "I still haven't fully recovered from my spirit draining experience at the portal, but I do believe I can bend time for you."

Praxopius nods at Hapenlok.

Speaking to Raelee, Lylia replies, "You are atypical."

Speaking quietly to Leafiara, Dwi asks, "Wot's spirit?"

Cryheart says, "Your life spirit."

Praxopius nods.

Praxopius slowly empties his lungs.

Escorting Larsya

Some Hendoran and Bourthian soldiers line up along the ramparts of the Outpost, looking down on the crowd outside of the gate.

Through the open gate, Breshon and some Bourthian soldiers appear, walking slowly across the courtyard. Breshon's arm is tucked under the arm of an old, frail woman who is hunched over and wrapped securely with a heavy blanket in the falling snow. Her violet eyes are tired, but bright. She exclaims, "I am the Black Pirate Larsya! Dreaded Scourge of the Seas!" Breshon looks down at her, smiling, but his eyes wracked with pain.

Praxopius slowly empties his lungs.

At the edge of the gate, Breshon kneels down in front of Larsya, saying something to her, his words unheard. Larsya stares at him, as if she hears him and understands for the briefest of moments before she bursts into a shout, "Argghhh! Lay down yer weapons! Yer ship is ours!" Breshon smiles, nodding, and kisses his sister gently on the forehead. He holds her for a moment, a long moment, then rises quietly to his feet. He walks back towards the stone tower, and the soldiers escort Larsya through the gate.

[Lower Dragonsclaw, Grasslands]

Growing among the warm grasses are a few scattered trees. It is hard to tell if the forest you can see to the west is encroaching upon the grasslands or if it is slowly being harvested and replaced for grazing. You also see a fortified stone imperial outpost, a huge imperial wagon and a glowing blue-white pylon.

Also here: Lady Larsya, Caligos Sailor Meureii, Weryn, Quallander, Fuaru, Tannious, Azimar, Cruxophim, Great Lord Gryzzlbok, Praxopius, Archales, Caligos Boatswain Ysharra, Chaoswynd, Great Lord Nazarr, Mayor Lylia, Maltreis, Dwi, Shinann, Stormyrain, Bernadette, Mister Pukk, Lord Chamorr, High Lady Lauranathalasa, Elbromo, Dame Evia, Rhayveign, Gypsy Scribe Balley, Zosopage, Caligos Mariner Raelee, Lord Thrassus, Xorus, Caligos Boatswain Melikor, Hapenlok, Sir Cryheart

Larsya exclaims, "I am the Black Pirate Larsya! Dreaded Scourge of the Seas!"

Larsya looks up at the sky, eyes watching and looking for something. She giggles for a moment.

Praxopius says, "Please."

Praxopius nods at Cryheart.

Cryheart nods at Praxopius.

Praxopius says, "Argghhh!"

OOPS?

Larsya says, "Argghhh!"

Speaking quietly to Praxopius, Pukk says, "Not Argghhh, it's Arrrrr."

Speaking quietly to Praxopius, Pukk says, "You almost had it right."

Speaking to Praxopius, Evia says, "A valiant effort at piracy."

Praxopius grins.

Praxopius says, "I try."

Praxopius nods at Cryheart.

Praxopius says, "Please, take her hand. Lead us to the base of the Reach for now."

Cryheart gently takes hold of Larsya's hand.

Cryheart says, "Moving."

Larsya says, "Lay down yer weapons! Yer ship is ours!"."

[Melgorehn's Retreat, Meadow]

Thick forest, interspersed with several varieties of plants and vines, encircles a large meadow. Wildflowers add a kaleidoscope of color to the lush, green grass on either side of a cedar chip path. Moonlight glints softly off Lake Eonak through the flora around a modest home on the far side of the meadow. Melgorehn's Reach rises sharply into the velvety black sky above the home, and thousands of stars shine brightly on the haven below.

Cryheart asks, "Close enough?"

Praxopius nods.

Praxopius says, "This will suffice."

Ritual Deco-Rum

Larsya sits down.

Larsya takes a pair of brown suede knee-boots off her feet.

Larsya giggles.

Larsya runs her toes through the lush green grass.

Larsya giggles.

Praxopius sighs.

Praxopius wheels closer to Larsya, and removes a slender glass vial of reddish-brown liquid from his pack.

Larsya plucks a handful of grass, and sniffs at it.

Praxopius says, "Most of your work, not mine."

Praxopius nods at Xorus.

Xorus nods.

Praxopius removes a vial of grey dirt with a label on it, "Bleak." He uncorks the vial and slowly and carefully pours the dirt into the vial of reddish-black liquid.

Praxopius corks his vial of reddish-brown liquid and begins to tilt the vial from side to side, carefully mixing it.

Praxopius swirls the vial carefully, the grey flecks of dirt eventually melting away within the reddish-brown liquid.

Larsya exclaims, "Argghhh!"

Praxopius offers Xorus a slender glass vial of reddish-brown liquid.

Xorus accepts Praxopius's glass vial.

Praxopius says, "She needs to drink most of it."

Praxopius nods at Xorus.

Evia exclaims, "Yum, Rum!"

Xorus nods slowly.

Evia nods at Larsya.

Larsya says, "Lay down yer weapons! Yer ship is ours!"

Speaking quietly to Larsya, Pukk exclaims, "It's pirate rum!"

Cryheart says, "A bottle of rum coming up."

Xorus put a warped black rowan runestaff with twisted stygian sigils in his heavy backpack.

Xorus kneels down.

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "It looks like grog to me."

Larsya asks, "Argggrog?"

Larsya giggles.

Pukk quietly exclaims, "Only rum for the captain!"

Larsya runs her fingers through the grass.

Speaking to Larsya, Xorus asks, "Would you like some pirate rum, Larsya?"

Larsya asks, "...Breshon?"

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "It's what all the pirate captains drink after making all their prisoners walk the plank."

Larsya asks, "When...when is father coming?"

Larsya asks, "Breshon?"

Larsya peers quizzically at Cryheart.

Larsya asks, "Rum?"

Cryheart says, "He is nearby Lady Larsya."

Larsya glances at Xorus.

Cryheart points at Xorus.

Cryheart says, "Rum."

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "You'll see him very soon."

Larsya says, "My brother would not approve..."

Larsya giggles.

Xorus smiles.

Speaking to Larsya, Lylia says, "Soon, no doubt, but I was hoping you would lead us in a toast to victory."

Thrassus says, "That's why you should drink it."

Evia exclaims, "We won't tell im!"

Xorus says, "He does not need to know."

Larsya leans forward, the snow gently landing on her splotched and discolored scalp.

Evia says, "Rums th'word."

Xorus says, "Father will come after you drink it all up."

Larsya says, "...but he is not here..."

Larsya giggles.

Cryheart says, "Ye may drink it Larsya."

Stormyrain quietly offers, "I think it may be chocolate, too. Or at least have the flavor of it."

Larsya scoots near Xorus, smiling, her teeth yellowed and aged.

(Xorus reaches the vial forward carefully to near Larsya's lips.)

Cryheart says, "Yummmy Rum into the tummy."

Speaking lightly to Larsya, Lylia exclaims, "To the Captain! Long may she be the scourge of the seas!"

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "It's snowing. Drink up, it'll keep you warm."

Evia exclaims, "To the Black Pirate Larsya!"

Speaking to Larsya, Xorus says, "Pirates drink it fast."

Cryheart says, "Down the hatch with the rum."

Leafiara absently agrees, "Pirates do drink very quickly. To prove their..."

Leafiara concludes, "Well, their -something-. Gusto."

Larsya sips at the vial in Xorus hand, then drinks even more. She finishes most of it, leaving only a tiny amount of liquid left in the vial.

Xorus nods at Larsya.

Larsya smacks her lips.

Larsya smacks her lips.

Larsya's face turns slightly pale.

Larsya says, "Ewwwwwww."

Larsya exclaims, "It tastes like armpits!"

Larsya giggles.

Cryheart says, "Tasty but with a bitter aftertaste."

Speaking quietly to Larsya, Pukk says, "Rum can taste pretty bad at times."

Stormyrain slowly asks, "How do you know what armpits taste like?"

Speaking to Larsya, Lylia says, "That is how you know it is proper pirate rum."

Speaking carefully to Larsya, Leafiara ventures, "An acquired taste, maybe."

Speaking heartily to Larsya, Chamorr says, "That's the good stuff."

Larsya smacks her lips.

Larsya smacks her lips.

Larsya's face turns slightly pale.

Larsya says, "Where is Bres..."

Speaking to Larsya, Evia says, "Careful, they say it grows hair on the chest."

Larsya exclaims, "I am the Black Pirate Larsya! Dreaded Scourge of the Seas!"

Larsya exclaims, "Hair on my chest? I don't even have boobs yet!"

Larsya giggles.

Evia giggles at Larsya.

Larsya wiggles her toes in the grass.

Larsya exclaims, "Arggghhh!"

Speaking to Larsya, Lylia deadpans, "Pirates admire women with fine, hairy chests."

Larsya seems to slow a bit, looking about.

Praxopius nods.

Praxopius says, "There."

Praxopius nods at Cryheart.

Speaking quietly to Lylia, Pukk asks, "Really?"

Praxopius says, "Please, help her to her feet at once."

Pukk quietly says, "I didn't know that."

Cryheart pulls Larsya to her feet.

Cryheart nods at Larsya.

Speaking to Pukk, Lylia murmurs, "Only the Dwarven ones."

Cryheart says, "Excuse me m'lady."

Near the Hollow

Praxopius says, "Take us to the Dragonsclaw, outside of the hollow tree."

Praxopius asks, "Do you know it?"

[Travel Begins]

Larsya gently rests her hand on Cryheart's shoulder.

[Lower Dragonsclaw, Forest]

The evidence of a lightning strike is more pronounced here, and even massive trees have been felled and charred. One impressive ruin is the huge trunk of a fallen modwir, which lies upon the ground. Just barely the height of a man, a hole in the trunk shows it to be hollow.

Speaking to Praxopius, Geijon says, "You could have been so much more to this."

Praxopius says, "Now is not the time for your lecture."

Praxopius nods at Geijon.

Larsya asks, "Why did father leave...is...is he ashamed of me?"

Larsya peers quizzically at Cryheart.

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee asks, "Why here?"

Cryheart says, "Nae Larsya."

Cryheart says, "He is watching ye ship."

Praxopius says, "An old favorite place of mine growing up here."

Praxopius nods at Raelee.

Praxopius says, "Nothing magical, beyond the fact it is away from the Reach."

Raelee glances dubiously at Praxopius.

Larsya says, "I'm tired..."

Larsya sits down.

Larsya leans up against Zosopage's leg.

Praxopius nods at Cryheart.

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "This is a good place to lay a trap, so the other pirates can't find your stuff."

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "Tricksy pirates, you know."

Larsya asks, "Like...like dig and bury treasure?"

Larsya looks up, and a lock of hair falls from her scalp.

Larsya says, "My stomach hurts."

Praxopius says, "Good. The Reach is no longer pulling her."

Praxopius nods.

Praxopius says, "We can begin."

Praxopius says, "Keep her awake."

Speaking to Praxopius, Ysharra says, "Can I give her anything? I have some valerian."

Praxopius says, "No."

Praxopius says, "Only water."

Larsya exclaims, "ARGHHH!"

Praxopius takes a small kit out of his pack, unlatches it, and removes a twisted low steel cylinder covered in blood red runes.

Praxopius touches the cylinder, opening a small compartment, and then places a handful of crimson salt crystals inside. He touches a rune on the cylinder, and it closes shut, keeping the seamlessly smooth surface of the entire cylinder.

Praxopius wheels towards Ysharra.

Praxopius offers Ysharra a twisted low steel cylinder.

Ysharra nods slowly at Praxopius.

Ysharra accepts Praxopius's low steel cylinder.

Praxopius says, "Please. Dig a bit, and put this partially in the ground."

Praxopius says, "It needs to remain sturdy."

Speaking to Praxopius, Ysharra says, "I'll keep it safe."

Praxopius says, "It needs to be on the ground."

Praxopius nods at Ysharra.

Ysharra nods at Praxopius.

Speaking to Praxopius, Ysharra says, "As you wish."

Praxopius says, "But, I trust you to be able to dig better than I can."

(Evia scoops a small hollow in the dirt for Ysharra.)

Larsya says, "My stomach still hurts..."

(Ysharra moves aside and behind the crowd, and crouches down away from the gathered feet, into the hollow made by Evia.)

Larsya smacks her lips.

Larsya says, "I'm thirsty..."

(Ysharra moves the steel canister into her other hand and brushes off a little more snow, and leaves the cylinder on the ground, leaning over it.)

Ysharra carefully places a twisted low steel cylinder on the ground.

Stormyrain just went northwest.

Praxopius says, "One less captain. You will have to gut me on both sides."

Praxopius nods at Shinann.

Larsya sticks out her tongue.

Larsya sticks her tongue out.

Larsya frowns.

Cryheart says, "Keep trying Larsya."

Larsya sticks her tongue out.

Larsya sticks her tongue out and manages to catch a snowflake on its tip!

Larsya lets out a cheer!

Larsya giggles.

Larsya smacks her lips.

Cryheart applauds Larsya.

Praxopius smiles at Larsya.

Larsya applauds.

Larsya applauds.

The Next Phase

Praxopius says, "Now, what is to follow is important."

Praxopius says, "First, we will need those who can call upon the spell Phase."

Praxopius asks, "Who can?"

Maltreis walks toward Praxopius.

Melikor nods at Praxopius.

Shadows dance between Lylia's outstretched fingers as she issues a command in archaic Faendryl.

Praxopius asks, "Maltreis, Lylia, Melikor?"

Praxopius nods.

Praxopius says, "That should suffice."

Praxopius says, "Do not cast out of order, until I call for you please."

Praxopius says, "Maltreis. Please cast Phase at the cylinder."

Praxopius nods at Lylia.

Maltreis's lips move in a low, hissed whisper that you can't quite make out.

Larsya yawns.

Maltreis gestures at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Maltreis casts at the low steel cylinder and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.

The runes along the cylinder shift slightly, taking on a new shape.

Praxopius says, "Lylia."

Shadows dance between Lylia's outstretched fingers as she issues a command in archaic Faendryl.

Lylia gazes with interest at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Larsya slumps more against Zosopage's leg more.

Lylia gestures at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Lylia casts at the low steel cylinder and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.

The runes along the cylinder shift slightly, taking on a new shape.

Praxopius says, "Melikor."

Parts of Melikor's arms and hands fade to various levels of transparency as he utters a short, commanding spell...

Melikor gestures at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Melikor casts at the low steel cylinder and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.

The runes along the cylinder shift slightly, taking on a new shape.

Praxopius says, "Hmm."

Praxopius says, "Perhaps once more."

Praxopius asks, "Azimar?"

Azimar nods.

Azimar begins drawing a faint, twisting symbol as he utters an arcane invocation in hushed tones...

Azimar gestures at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Azimar casts at the low steel cylinder and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.

Raelee quietly asks, "... why this order? A measure to be assured the casting is performed at proper intervals?"

Some runes along the cylinder slowly fade away.

Praxopius says, "Excellent."

Speaking to Larsya, Lylia says, "Spring water. I believe you said you were thirsty."

Lylia smiles.

Lylia offers Larsya a crude clay mug stamped with a thumbprint.

Praxopius says, "We can add any ingredients we want to our stew to cook, but there is power and flavor in the order."

Praxopius nods at Raelee.

Larsya accepts Lylia's clay mug.

Larsya takes a drink from her clay mug.

Larsya smacks her lips.

Larsya exclaims, "ArgghhhHh!"

Speaking encouragingly to Larsya, Lylia asks, "Better?"

Temporal Tampering

Praxopius asks, "Who commands knowledge of Temporal Reversion here?"

Thrassus says, "I do."

Hapenlok nods at Praxopius.

Raelee nods absently at Praxopius.

Quallander says, "Aye... I know of it as well."

Praxopius says, "The cylinder is storing what is needed, in a specific order."

Praxopius nods at Raelee.

Praxopius nods at Quallander.

Praxopius says, "In order then, as I call you."

Praxopius says, "Quallander."

Quallander recites a series of mystical phrases while raising his hands...

Quallander gestures at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Quallander casts at the low steel cylinder and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.

Some runes shift along the cylinder.

Praxopius says, "Raelee."

Raelee glances at Praxopius.

White flames briefly flicker around Raelee's hand as she deftly traces an elemental pattern in the air.

Raelee gestures at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Raelee casts at the low steel cylinder and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.

Larsya tiredly says, "Argg...."

(Raelee makes a few additional gestures with her left hand as she casts.)

Praxopius says, "Hapenlok."

Hapenlok nods.

Hapenlok closes his eyes for a moment.

Hapenlok recites a series of mystical phrases while raising his hands...

Hapenlok gestures at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Hapenlok casts at the low steel cylinder and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.

A flake of skin falls from Larsya's hand.

Some more runes along the cylinder begin to fade.

Praxopius says, "We are close."

Praxopius says, "Then comes the hard part."

Praxopius asks, "Who commands Time Stop?"

Hapenlok nods at Praxopius.

Quallander raises his hand.

Raelee nods absently at Praxopius.

Balley softly asks, "Hard part?"

Praxopius says, "Watching."

Praxopius nods at Balley.

(Evia wiggles her fingers near Larsya's ear, pretending to pull a coin from behind her ear.)

Praxopius says, "Quallander."

Praxopius nods.

Speaking to Larsya, Evia exclaims, "Found treasure!"

Quallander recites a series of mystical phrases while raising his hands...

Quallander gestures at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Quallander casts at the low steel cylinder and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.

Praxopius nods.

Praxopius says, "Raelee."

White flames briefly flicker around Raelee's hand as she deftly traces an elemental pattern in the air.

Raelee gestures at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Raelee casts at the low steel cylinder and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.

Larsya gawks at Evia.

Larsya says, "Do that again."

Larsya takes a drink from her clay mug.

Evia beams happily at Larsya!

Larsya puts a pair of brown suede knee-boots onto her feet.

(Evia wiggles her fingers near Larsya's ear, pretending to pull a coin from behind her ear.)

Larsya giggles.

Evia exclaims, "More treasure!"

Larsya reaches behind her own ear, but then pulls back a few locks of hair, which she lets fall to the ground.

Larsya frowns.

(Raelee makes a few more quick, vague gestures following her casting.)

Larsya says, "I...don't feel well.."

Evia says, "Pirates always have coins behind the ears, dont'cha know."

Praxopius says, "Hapenlok."

Hapenlok nods at Praxopius.

Hapenlok recites a series of mystical phrases while raising his hands...

Hapenlok gestures at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Hapenlok casts at the low steel cylinder and one of the runes begins to flare with strong glow.

(Hapenlok points his runestaff at the cylinder as he completes the spell.)

The final batch of runes shift and fade along the cylinder, leaving it covered in only faint, colorless runes.

(Evia wiggles her fingers near Larsya's other ear, pretending to pull yet another coin from behind her ear. A gold one!)

Speaking to himself, Hapenlok murmurs, "So far....so good. i hope."

Larsya exclaims, "Gold! Argghhh!"

Evia turns to Larsya and cheers!

Larsya tries to leap up but then suddenly stops, her eyes going wide.

Praxopius folds his hands on his lap.

Light of... Hope?

The air begins to shimmer around the cylinder in the ground, and specks of dirt shift along its base.

A thin ribbon of ethereal light suddenly springs forth from the cylinder and latches onto Larsya's hand.

Larsya screams!

Larsya exclaims, "What is what is it what is it what is it!!"

Larsya shakes her hand, trying to get rid of the light.

Speaking hurriedly to Larsya, Leafiara says, "It's, uh--a magic... rainbow."

(Lylia grabs Larsya's wrist.)

Cryheart says, "Tis a magical thread, that leads to treasure."

Larsya says, "It hurts it hurts it hurtsithurtsithurts..."

Lylia says, "Deep breaths, my dear."

Speaking encouragingly to Larsya, Meureii says, "It is help."

Zosopage touches Larsya.

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "It's for your stomach."

Lylia says, "Sometimes medicines are a little...icky. Yes? Would you not say? Icky."

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "You've had healing magic before. Give it a moment."

Speaking to Lylia, Melikor repeats, "Icky."

A second bend of light leaps forth and connects to Larsya's chest. A third touches her arm, a fourth to her leg. Soon there is nearly a dozen bands of etheral light burrowing into her flesh.

Larsya screams!

Speaking to Larsya, Lylia asks, "Can I tell you about a time I held fire so hot, it burned my hands away?"

Larsya begins to twitch.

(Zosopage steadies Larsya.)

Larsya grabs at Zosopage's leg, clawing at him.

Balley softly says, "Hold her hand Zoso."

Larsya begins to twitch.

Balley softly says, "Keep her calm."

Maltreis says, "She looks to be having a seizure. Perhaps we should give her room."

Larsya twitches violently, frothing at the mouth, her body twisting in an almost inhumane way, legs bending but not breaking.

Speaking heartily to Larsya, Chamorr says, "Yer doin good, won't be much longer."

Thrassus says, "Fascinating."

Larsya darkly says, "It hurtsithurtsithurts ithurts..."

Zosopage looks at Larsya with concern.

Larsya bares her teeth, hissing, clawing at Zosopage. She spits, she thrashes, she curses.

Maltreis muses, "This could have been done with her unconscious."

Praxopius says, "No."

Praxopius says, "We need her awake."

Nazarr asks, "Why?"

Maltreis nods once at Praxopius.

Speaking softly to Larsya, Lylia asks, "We do what we must. Are you a little girl, or are you a dread pirate?"

Raelee says, "Her mind is impacted."

Raelee says, "It is more difficult to set it right if it is... less active."

Speaking coolly to Larsya, Pukk says, "It's all going so good. You will be feeling so much better soon."

Larsya twists her head violently, back and forth, as if trying to bite her own face, gnashing and gnawing. She claws at Zosopage.

Ysharra says, "It's not Larsya we're seeing now. It's her curse."

Speaking softly to Larsya, Pukk says, "It's okay now...you're doing great."

Speaking heartily to Larsya, Chamorr says, "Did you like the gold coins."

The ethereal bands continue to flow from the cylinder to Larsya, her skin writhing and shifting as the cylinder hums and the air around it shimmers.

Larsya snarls menacingly!

Larsya spits and hisses, clawing at the air.

Speaking softly to Larsya, Pukk says, "You have us here to lean on."

Twisting and hissing, Larsya's violet eyes flash with a viridian hue momentarily. Her nose bends, turning crooked, her skin for a moment darkening slightly. Her face appears more gaunt than before, and she cackles...oh how she cackles.

Evia exclaims, "Bloody hell!"

Speaking sternly to Larsya, Meureii says, "Speak your name now."

Larsya begins to twitch.

Larsya begins to twitch.

Ysharra asks, "Is this the band snapping...?"

Maltreis muses, "She is beginning to resemble Raznel."

Larsya says, "It hurtsithurtsithurtsithurts...."

Lylia hisses, "Pain is temporary. Breathe."

Hapenlok quietly says, "....no..."

Larsya screams!

Larsya says, "It hurtsithurtsithurts...."

Larsya twitches again, her face returning to the old visage of Larsya.

Zosopage says, "You are almost there."

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "I have children, older than you. They'd be amazed at what you've managed to go through and deal with tonight."

A streak of tawny brown hair forms along Larsya's white hair.

Praxopius slowly empties his lungs.

(Lylia speaks to Larsya, but her attention is on the cylinder, not the child.)

Lylia says, "Yes, you have been very strong. So brave."

Meureii incredulously says, "Progress.."

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "Of course, my girls aren't pirate captains. Like you."

Larsya twitches again, her eyes returning to a viridian hue, her skin browning. She cackles, clawing at Zosopage and grabbing the gold vaalin chain from his body. She wraps the chain tightly around her own neck and begins to pull.

Lylia pulls Larsya to her feet.

Nazarr tries to pull Larsya towards him.

Meureii says, "Grab her arms.."

Larsya coughs.

Larsya coughs.

Lylia hisses, "Not after this much effort."

Speaking to Larsya, Meureii repeats, "What is your name now.."

(Lylia makes a grab for the girl's hands, bending her wrists back cruelly.)

Raelee quietly says, "Curious..."

Larsya bends against Lylia's grip, and drops the chain near Zosopage.

Lylia picks up a delicate gold vaalin chain.

Larsya gnaws at the air, snapping with her teeth.

Speaking to Larsya, Evia says, "All of the very best pirates are great brave girls like you, Cap'n Larsya."

Lylia offers Zosopage a delicate gold vaalin chain.

Zosopage accepts Lylia's gold vaalin chain.

Zosopage slips a delicate gold vaalin chain over his head and settles the chain around his neck, the collection of rings suspended from the chain jingles softly.

A small sore begins to form on Larsya's arm.

Speaking to Praxopius, Ysharra asks, "Is this from severing the bond?"

Hapenlok mutters, "I could restrain her better with a Stone hand."

From out of the sore, a black oily maggot wiggles out of the wound in Larsya's arm, and it shrieks when exposed to the light of the cylinder's bands and burns up.

Speaking amusedly to Hapenlok, Cruxophim quips, "A Grishom Stone hand?"

Larsya winces.

Xorus says, "Good."

Blood drips from Larsya's wound.

Evia says, "Yuk."

Hapenlok says, "No, a Stone Fist, you idiot."

Zosopage says, "Almost there."

Praxopius says, "She needs healed."

Shinann attends to Larsya's injuries with a detached air.

Shinann coolly ignores her growing left arm damage as Larsya's left arm wound cleanly heals.

Larsya begins to twitch.

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "You're going to feel better soon."

Larsya's skin takes on a slight flush as Cruxophim focuses on her.

Larsya hisses.

(Balley touches Larsya and starts to heal the blood.)

Larsya hisses.

Larsya hisses.

Speaking to Larsya, Evia asks, "Aaaargh?"

Cryheart says, "Aarrghhhh."

Larsya gnaws at the air, trying to break free from Lylia's grip.

Speaking soothingly to Larsya, Cruxophim insists, "There, there."

Larsya seems to visibly calm.

Speaking calmly to Larsya, Zosopage says, "Try to relax."

(Maltreis takes the other arm of Larsya's and doesn't let go.)

Larsya slowly empties her lungs.

Dwi heartily exclaims, "Arrrgh my tooshy...she's turnin inna a snake!"

Cryheart says, "Breathe slowly."

Dwi reaches for her dwarven waraxe and it nearly springs into her hand.

Lylia soothingly says, "Breathe."

Larsya quietly says, "Ouch...my...arms...."

Larsya winces in pain from Lylia's grip.

Hapenlok casts a warning glance at Dwi.

Larsya says, "I..I am okay..."

Speaking quietly to Larsya, Pukk says, "Forgive Lylia, she does have a heavy hand sometimes."

Dwi mutters something about snakes.

Speaking to Dwi, Hapenlok says, "Stow it, for now. you don't need that."

Dwi grunts at Hapenlok and shakes her head.

Dwi grits her teeth together as she clenches her dwarven waraxe tightly. A sinuous thread of mist begins to wrap and twine itself between her fingers, which are now turning blue! After what seems like minutes, the mist begins to dissipate and sinks into the waraxe's blade with a lingering *hisssssss*.

(Lylia loosens her grip and folds her handkerchief into quarters before fastidiously stashing it away.)

Speaking heartily to Larsya, Chamorr says, "It'll get better, hold on."

Lylia put an embroidered sapphire silk handkerchief in her wrap.

Larsya nods.

Larsya takes a drink from her clay mug.

Speaking heartily to Praxopius, Chamorr says, "This better work."

Lylia softly says, "There. Just a little scratch, a little redness. Have a sip of water."

Speaking quietly to Chamorr, Pukk asks, "It looks like it is working, what more can you ask for?"

Speaking to Dwi, Lauranathalasa asks, "Why ye have Spite out?"

Speaking to Dwi, Hapenlok mutters, "Put it away. There. Are. No. Snakes."

Larsya suddenly smiles wickedly, and gives a wink. She swings the clay mug at Lylia's head, stunning her! She cackles and leaps forward, grabbing the short sword on the ground and turns it around, stabbing the blade into her own stomach!

Speaking heartily to Pukk, Chamorr says, "Cause this kid so much pain, it better work."

Speaking heartily to Lauranathalasa, Dwi says, "Land pirate was hissin."

Larsya drops dead at your feet!

Larsya seems slightly different.

Leafiara's face turns pale.

Leafiara hums a cheerful tune! Pure white and bold red mana wisps dance about her like wind-borne leaves, then pulse brightly as she sings a sylvan phrase in a strong, clear voice.

Leafiara gestures at Larsya.

A luminescent web briefly forms around Larsya, then fades into the body.

Bernadette softly says, "Acks."

Larsya's skin takes on a slight flush as Cruxophim focuses on her.

Crimson mist seeps from Larsya's neck wound as Cruxophim draws the damage to himself.

Hapenlok mutters, "Damn it, all."

Thrassus says, "Well, that's unfortunate."

Lauranathalasa says, "Well..."

Praxopius says, "No...it is not all lost."

Cruxophim calmly reminds, "Easily remedied."

Praxopius says, "She cannot stop it now."

Evia says, "Someone do somethin."

Speaking to Praxopius, Ysharra says, "The first of your promises had best not be a bust."

Nazarr asks, "Can she be raised?"

Speaking to Praxopius, Leafiara ventures, "Can I help in this case?"

Balley softly says, "You killed her."

Dwi heartily says, "Still mite be a snake."

Pukk quietly says, "Wait wait...she probably just wanted to hit Lylia, I'm sure we have all wanted to do that a couple of times....it might still be okay."

Leafiara uncertainly asks, "Or will it... somehow interrupt the process?"

Lylia counters, "Raznel killed her."

Nazarr says, "Uh-oh."

Larsya blinks.

The ribbons of light continue to burn into Larsya's skin from the cylinder.

Ysharra says, "Raznel was on the other side of her string."

Cryheart says, "Seems like it."

Dwi heartily says, "I knows how to cut strings."

Lauranathalasa says, "Looks like it's working."

Ysharra says, "..she has others."

Hapenlok murmurs, "Others."

Speaking knowingly to Ysharra, Pukk says, "The flower girl."

Weryn asks, "Kin we infuse her spirit to allow the magic to continue to work?"

Larsya slumps to the ground, leaning up against Zosopage.

Larsya sits down.

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "You got better."

Leafiara absently says, "Curious..."

Speaking quietly to Larsya, Pukk says, "I got you better all by myself. You're welcome."

Dwi pokes her finger at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Dwi taps a twisted low steel cylinder.

Speaking to Larsya, Zosopage says, "You will be back to yourself in no time."

Another sore opens on Larsya's hand, and a maggot peels from her flesh, burning as it hits the light.

Dwi knocks on a twisted low steel cylinder.

Balley focuses on Larsya with intense concentration.

Larsya's left hand wound gradually fades, forming on Balley's left hand instead.

Balley wavers with sudden fatigue.

Evia says, "Bloop."

Dwi pounds a twisted low steel cylinder with her fist, but nothing happens.

Dwi grunts in annoyance, rolling her eyes.

Dwi stands up.

Pukk quietly says, "Goblyn would love to eat some of those maggots."

More sores peel open on Larsya's back, as maggots drop away, burning up.

Speaking to Dwi, Hapenlok hisses, "...are you mad?"

Evia asks, "Heal her up?"

Balley focuses on Larsya with intense concentration.

Larsya's back wound gradually fades, forming on Balley's back instead.

Speaking heartily to Hapenlok, Dwi says, "Nopes.."

Balley softly says, "I am trying."

Larsya quietly asks, "Peter...what is happening?"

Cryheart says, "Ye are healing, Lady Larsya."

Pukk quietly says, "Name is Pukk, but you can call me Peter."

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "You are not her. You do not know this Peter. Your name is Larsya."

Speaking heartily to Hapenlok, Dwi says, "It'sa round box."

Dwi heartily says, "Smash it."

Another wound and maggots appear on Larsya's leg and she winces.

Larsya's skin takes on a slight flush as Cruxophim focuses on her.

Crimson mist seeps from Larsya's left leg wound as Cruxophim draws the damage to himself.

Dwi heartily says, "Prolley fulla creepy crawly repellent."

Dwi squints at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "Larsya Caulfield. That's you."

Larsya quietly says, "Another one then Peter...another one."

Cryheart says, "Yes."

Speaking heartily to Larsya, Chamorr says, "Be brave, it's working."

Speaking heartily to Chamorr, Dwi says, "Still say smash it."

Speaking to Dwi, Hapenlok says, "That would be ...unwise."

Speaking heartily to Dwi, Chamorr says, "No smash...yet."

Speaking to Dwi, Hapenlok adds, "Very ...unwise."

Pukk quietly says, "It's not over until the Mayor Lady sings."

Dwi grunts at Lylia happily, grinning.

Lylia flatly says, "Figure of speech."

Speaking heartily to Lylia, Dwi says, "Oh."

Speaking heartily to Pukk, Chamorr asks, "Does she haf to?"

Ysharra says, "Some people use maggots to clean wounds. Remove tissue that's infected and dying."

Larsya begins to claw at her own skin. Her nails dig, and dig, peeling flesh as she winces. She is fast, unearthly fast, as she carves some words into her flesh, creating a wound. The bloodied words read, "Feastday, 6 Jastatos, 5118."

Ysharra says, "Perhaps these things are symbolic of the same. Or the ones who ate Gavrien's hair."

Praxopius says, "Heal her now."

Balley focuses on Larsya with intense concentration.

Larsya's right arm wound gradually fades, forming on Balley's right arm instead.

Balley softly says, "I am healing her."

Speaking to Pukk, Hapenlok says, "...just stop, Pukk."

Nazarr says, "Today's date? Odd."

Speaking to Nazarr, Hapenlok says, "She knows the date, though. that's a promising sign."

Shinann says, "She is making a timeline..."

Hapenlok says, "Or that."

Leafiara remarks, "Oh, it might well be a 'promising' sign alright..."

Hapenlok says, "Much as it pains me to agree with ...her."

Larsya leans against Zosopage, her shoulders slumping. Her hands going still.

Ysharra says, "She was answering a question."

(Zosopage gently holds Larsya in his arms.)

Ysharra says, "Maybe this is how Naimorai gets out."

Hapenlok says, "....then we bury her. time paradox be damned."

Speaking jokingly to Lylia, Pukk asks, "Want me to hold you?"

Speaking to Pukk, Ysharra says, "She's spikier than I am."

Lylia scathingly replies, "My husband would turn you into dust beneath his boots."

Lylia says, "Or he would, if you were not already ash."

Greenish-black flames spring to life in Lylia's hand...

Dwi points at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Dwi heartily says, "Smash dat."

Speaking quietly to Lylia, Pukk says, "I've had worse.....not much...but a little bit....I was once smooched by Cruxy."

Suddenly, dozens of sores burst open on Larsya's body as dozens more of maggots squirm out, hissing as they burn in the light of the cylinders. Larsya nearly slumps, bleeding.

Balley focuses on Larsya with intense concentration.

Larsya's neck wound gradually fades, forming on Balley's neck instead.

Larsya's left arm wound gradually fades, forming on Balley's left arm instead.

Larsya's left leg wound gradually fades, forming on Balley's left leg instead.

Speaking heartily to Dwi, Chamorr says, "No smash."

Larsya's chest wound gradually fades, forming on Balley's chest instead.

Cryheart says, "Out ye heathen maggots."

Larsya slumps more, the mug dropping from her grip.

Larsya drops a crude clay mug stamped with a thumbprint.

Ysharra says, "Maybe they're the mortar of her curse."

Speaking quietly to Cruxophim, Pukk says, "You should try eating some of those maggots. Might be yummy."

Dwi heartily says, "Dis ol lady can't take much more..."

Ysharra says, "And now that they're falling out...the wall will start to buckle, too."

Dwi removes an iron-studded mithril mace from in her troll hide backpack.

Dwi carefully examines her mithril mace.

Dwi gazes in awe at an iron-studded mithril mace in her hand.

Dwi glances at a twisted low steel cylinder.

Dwi cracks her knuckles!

Dwi heartily says, "Nuff."

Speaking to Ysharra, Maltreis says, "I believe they are simply a physical manifestation of it. But more appearing should be a good sign."

Speaking to Ysharra, Hapenlok says, "The risk you run, but i think if our healers can keep her together for a while longer...."

(Dwi starts clubbing a twisted low steel cylinder wit her mace!)

Xorus distantly says, "These blood curses often spontaneously transform into maggots and worms."

Pukk quietly says, "Just because they are black , icky looking maggots doesn't mean they are bad."

Dwi growls ferociously at a twisted low steel cylinder!

Hapenlok intones a phrase of elemental power while raising his hands...

Speaking to Maltreis, Ysharra says, "I don't understand it but a little, myself, but yes, I have some idea of what we're witnessing."

Hapenlok gestures at Dwi.

CS: +520 - TD: +119 + CvA: -1 + d100: +33 - +30 == +403

Warding failed!

Dwi's eyes roll up into her head as she slumps to the ground.

Dwi awakens startled.

Pukk pokes Dwi in the ribs.

Dwi blinks.

Speaking to Dwi, Hapenlok murmurs, "The next time...will be lethal, DO NOT interfere again."

Dwi babbles something unintelligible.

Pukk quietly says, "No sleeping."

Speaking to Dwi, Melikor says, "Don't touch that."

Dwi grunts at Hapenlok in obvious annoyance.

Restoration

Suddenly Larsya's eyes go wide, and she stiffens. The cylinder hums, and the bands of light vanish, one by one. Smoke rises from the cylinder and it suddenly cracks, breaking apart like glass not metal. The pieces of the cylinder melt away, as crimson crystalline flakes swirl about like red embers before vanishing.

Dwi sits up.

Dwi mumbles something under her breath.

Hapenlok growls at Dwi.

Larsya falls over.

Pukk quietly asks, "Is that a good sign?"

Praxopius says, "Yes."

Ysharra says, "I think so..."

Dwi heartily says, "I dented it."

Nazarr says, "She looks the same as she did before all this started."

Speaking heartily to Dwi, Chamorr says, "You broke it."

Speaking to Dwi, Melikor says, "You broke it."

Dwi heartily says, "Tole ye."

Speaking wryly to Dwi, Maltreis says, "You had better hope you didn't."

Speaking to Dwi, Hapenlok says, "I promise you, you'll die slowly before the night is through."

Speaking quietly to Dwi, Pukk exclaims, "Woohoo, you did it this time and not me!"

Speaking heartily to Hapenlok, Dwi says, "I only die fast."

Dwi snorts!

Hapenlok intones a phrase of elemental power while raising his hands...

Hapenlok gestures at Dwi.

The ground beneath Hapenlok rumbles, then erupts in a shower of rubble that coalesces in to a large, pudgy hand in mid-air.

CS: +520 - TD: +119 + CvA: -1 + d100: +95 - +30 == +465

Warding failed!

Dwi tries to avoid the stone hand, but it soon catches her with a loose grip that quickly tightens.

Cryheart says, "Enough."

Speaking heartily to Hapenlok, Chamorr says, "Stop it."

Cryheart says, "We hae an important task here."

Larsya's hair begins to darken, streaks of tawny-hued hair bleeding out across the white locks, slowly replacing them.

Lylia hisses, "Cease it at once, or you both go into a void and may fight it out there."

Praxopius nods.

Speaking to Dwi, Hapenlok says, "....you live. for now."

Dwi heartily exclaims, "Look!"

Cryheart asks, "Lady Larsya?"

Ysharra says, "Give her a moment. I don't think she's quite through."

Dwi heartily says, "Spite says I was rite tho." [Dwi names her weapons--and others' weapons, for a fee. Spite is one of hers.]

The splotches along Larsya's nose begin to shrink and shift. Moments later, they are nothing more than a smattering of freckles.

Leafiara optimistically enthuses, "She doesn't look through, no, but she's getting there."

Pukk quietly asks, "I thought Raelee was going to be sacrificed?"

Speaking heartily to Leafiara, Dwi says, "Cause I dented dat thing."

Dwi grunts.

Leafiara pokes Dwi in the ribs.

Speaking evenly to Pukk, Raelee says, "Not here, not by them."

Speaking to Pukk, Lauranathalasa says, "The night isn't over."

Speaking quietly to Larsya, Pukk says, "Hey pretty girl."

The hair grows back along Larsya's scalp, and stretches long.

Speaking to Larsya, Meureii marvels, "Miraculous."

Speaking to Cruxophim, Hapenlok teases, "Remember when you told me this wouldn't work?"

Speaking dryly to Hapenlok, Cruxophim reminds, "That was you."

Speaking to Larsya, Evia exclaims, "The Most Brave Pirate Larsya!"

Speaking to Cruxophim, Hapenlok says, "Actually, I said I had no idea HOW to make it work."

Speaking heartily to Cruxophim, Dwi says, "Smashin."

Speaking heartily to Larsya, Chamorr says, "You are doin so well."

One by one, each wrinkle and aged deformity vanishes, as if time itself is reversing, as Larsya shifts fully back into her extremely young form. She remains unmoving though, her violet eyes staring upward. Her breathing shallow.

Meureii thoughtfully says, "Those who have touched her during this should be cleansed properly afterwords."

Praxopius says, "It is done."

Speaking to Meureii, Lylia says, "Absolutely."

Pukk quietly exclaims, "No! I will not take a bath again!"

Speaking heartily to Praxopius, Chamorr says, "Good thing fer you too."

Speaking heartily to Meureii, Dwi says, "I dint git nuthin on me."

Pukk quietly exclaims, "I took one a couple of weeks ago, that is good enough!"

Cryheart asks, "Lady Larsya, can ye hear us?"

Praxopius says, "It will take a bit, to see if her mind was restored as well."

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee suggests, "She should likely be kept in contained observation for a period of time."

Evia says, "She must be more exhausted in every way than we can even imagine."

Speaking heartily to Larsya, Chamorr says, "Ya did good kid."

Speaking quietly to Dwi, Meureii says, "Then you would nae need to undergo the process."

Cruxophim pleasantly states, "Well done."

Praxopius says, "Let us return to the Outpost."

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra says, "Wait til Breshon sees you now."

Speaking to Larsya, Leafiara praises, "You did great."

Hapenlok says, "Well, that's one promise fulfilled."

Hapenlok says, "On my part."

Speaking quietly to Praxopius, Lylia says, "Thank you."

Cryheart asks, "Ye following, Praxopius?"

Speaking quietly to Cryheart, Pukk says, "His name is Speedy."

Praxopius nods.

Speaking heartily to Larsya, Dwi asks, "Not sick no more?"

Cryheart says, "Ok..moving out."

Speaking to Larsya, Ysharra asks, "Ready to go find your brother?"

(Evia swipes another gold coin from behind Larsya's ear, tucking it quietly into the young girls pocket, patting it closed.)

>look lars

You see Lady Larsya Caulfield.

She appears to be a Human from Bourth.

She is short. She appears to be extremely young. She has long-lashed violet eyes and tanned skin. She has very long, ringleted dark tawny hair. She has a narrow face and a freckled nose.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing a crystal amulet, a silk-lined white leather cloak, a mother-of-pearl clasp bathed in blue green lagoon opals, a small rose, a midnight black eyepatch, a curved elven-crafted wyrwood longbow, a thin gold-stringed white leather satchel, some supple dark leather hunts, a black and white iron signet ring, a delicate lagoon opal ring, a chipped glass vial, a narrow dark back sling, a small feed pouch, a lion skin quiver, some slim dark leggings, and a pair of brown suede knee-boots.

[Travel]

[Lower Dragonsclaw, Grasslands]

Growing among the warm grasses are a few scattered trees. It is hard to tell if the forest you can see to the west is encroaching upon the grasslands or if it is slowly being harvested and replaced for grazing. You also see a fortified stone imperial outpost, a huge imperial wagon and a glowing blue-white pylon.

Praxopius says, "She likely cannot hear us, yet."

Cryheart says, "We are here."

Speaking heartily to Evia, Dwi says, "Maybe her ears was fulla coins."

Praxopius says, "By this time next eve, we may know for certain."

Chamorr heartily says, "Needs rest fer sure."

Praxopius says, "If the mind was restored as well."

Cryheart says, "Let us pray that it does."

Lylia says, "People may hear even if they do not appear to."

Pukk quietly says, "I can do it too now."

Speaking heartily to Evia, Dwi says, "Smashin stuffs a smarter move, Granpappy used to say."

Speaking to Praxopius, Raelee says, "I would still keep her under contained watch for more than just a single day."

Xorus says, "And how much she remembers."

Zosopage says, "That went fairly smooth for what was entailed."

Speaking to Praxopius, Shinann asks, "So, tomorrow night we should know?"

Speaking to Xorus, Ysharra says, "I would be very curious about that, indeed."

Leafiara curiously notes, "No need for spirit or sacrifices after all, or will that be expected tomorrow night?"

Breshon races into the area with some soldiers behind him. He is beyond words, his eyes worn and red. He silently views those present, but he quickly scoops Larsya up into his arms, and he and the soldiers escort her back into the Outpost.

Hapenlok says, "And despite some people's desires to muck it up."

Weryn says, "I hope the girl remembers little from this ordeal."

Praxopius nods at Raelee.

Dwi heartily asks, "Dem fellers to be trusted?"

Praxopius says, "Yes, no one died." [Not sure if this was in response to Zoso, Leafi, Hap, Dwi, or who.]

Speaking heartily to Praxopius, Chamorr says, "Not bad, not bad at all."

Speaking wryly to Praxopius, Raelee says, "... observation is but one part of the experimental process."

Speaking quietly to Praxopius, Pukk says, "Happy isn't a sleep yet..."

Dwi heartily says, "Some folks fall asleep tho."

Speaking softly to Zosopage, Balley says, "Great job being taking care of her tonight."

Speaking to Praxopius, Ysharra says, "Larsya died a little bit."

Praxopius slumps in his chair.

Speaking quietly to Zosopage, Pukk says, "She is jealous."

Cryheart asks, "Need aid getting into the Outpost?"

Praxopius nods at Lylia.

Speaking quietly to Praxopius, Pukk says, "You did well tonight speedy."

Tannious says, "Well ... whatever was dwelling in her perhaps died... and dat's for the best."

Praxopius says, "I...must rest."

Speaking quietly to Praxopius, Lylia says, "But of course you must."

Speaking to Praxopius, Meureii says, "There is one more pressing matter."

Chamorr heartily says, "Let's wheel him around the outpost."

Praxopius says, "Thank you all. I hope we truly found some restoration for Larsya."

Speaking to Praxopius, Ysharra asks, "...are you all right?"

Speaking to Praxopius, Meureii says, "The last part of this whole."

Praxopius nods at Ysharra.

Dwi heartily says, "Imma let ye folks figger out wot dis was alla bout."

Praxopius nods at Meureii.

Praxopius says, "War."

Meureii slowly asks, "Agreement?"

Praxopius says, "We shall discuss another time."

Speaking heartily to Praxopius, Chamorr asks, "Is it all done?"

Speaking to Praxopius, Zosopage says, "So far it seems you did well, you and Xorus."

Meureii says, "Do nae take too long."

Speaking quietly to Zosopage, Pukk says, "And Pukk."

Meureii says, "The snow comes and so does a great force."

Xorus says, "It went about as expected."

Ysharra says, "It is fitting to bring the winter to the kral for a change."

Praxopius wheels through the gate, disappearing into the depths of the Outpost.

Larsya's Gratitude

[Two nights later...]

[Town Square Central]

This is the heart of the main square of Wehnimer's Landing. The impromptu shops of the bazaar are clustered around this central gathering place, where townsfolk, travellers, and adventurers meet to talk, conspire or raise expeditions to the far-flung reaches of Elanith. At the north end, an old well, with moss-covered stones and a craggy roof, is shaded from the moonlight by a strong, robust tree. The oak is tall and straight, and it is apparent that the roots run deep. You also see an herbal remedy donation bin and some stone benches with some stuff on it.

Soft white flakes of snow fall quietly from the sky, cascading down on Wehnimer's Landing and its surroundings.

As snow continues to descend from the sky, some Bourthian soldiers begin to appear along the stone ramparts of the imperial outpost south of town. They stand silently against the backdrop of night, bedecked in their armor and tabards of home.

[Adventurers assemble and Mayor Lylia leads us to the outpost.]

[Outpost, Outer Courtyard]

A pair of Hendoran soldiers stand at attention on either side of a black iron portcullis which leads outside the outpost. Beyond them, the courtyard fills a space between the outer wooden wall and an inner wall made of stone, where a fortified keep rises behind it. Above, imperial soldiers slowly walk the parapet of the outer wall, their eyes focused on the horizon. You also see a grey brick tavern.

There is a sudden loud BOOM that echoes across the sky as the sparkle and glow of white and silver fireworks, each blast in the sky burning against the night in the image of a hawk feather. The fiery glow burns in the sky even after it fades, finally vanishing.

The soldiers remain stalwart on the ramparts of the outpost, but suddenly, beneath the glow of the fading fireworks, a young girl can be seen skipping along the walls, waving a small wooden sword and shouting at some of the men who politely laugh back at her.

Leafiara happily says, "Well, that's a sight for sore eyes..."

The form of a young girl appears on a stone wall, looking down at the courtyard below and those gathered....

Stormyrain yells, "Ware the Bay! Pirates sighted!"

Dergoatean yells, "Avast!"

Lauranathalasa says, "She best not jump."

Cryheart yells, "Land Ho!"

Speaking to Lauranathalasa, Dergoatean says, "After all this effort..."

Speaking to Cryheart, Dergoatean says, "That's impolite."

Dergoatean ducks his head.

Cryheart looks over at Dergoatean and shakes his head.

Cryheart says, "We can agree to disagree."

Dergoatean smirks.

The voice of Gryzzlbok says, "Very stylish."

The young girl stands against the backdrop of night, the moon behind her casting a dark silhouette over her features as she stands like a sentinel of the night.

Hapenlok murmurs, "Where's Dawn?"

Cryheart says, "I wonder if she recalls Dawn."

Shinann says, "Maybe."

The small form on the wall slings a bow off from over her shoulder. She takes aim at the courtyard...

Cryheart says, "Oops."

Dergoatean says, "That was a happy day. When she met Dawn."

Hapenlok asks, "If she reverted to the night of the attack? I'd think she'd still remember, wouldn't she?"

Dergoatean says, "Things were simpler around here."

Dergoatean says, "A bit."

Balley softly says, "I wonder who she is aiming at."

Hapenlok says, "My luck? Probably me."

Speaking mischievously to Balley, Leafiara says, "Never know with pirates."

Speaking to Balley, Meureii says, "And what the tip of that arrow is made of."

Cryheart yells, "We want to join ye crew, Scourge of the Seas!"

Balley softly says, "As long as it is not me and I do not find out.. I am ok with that."

The arrow flies true, leaving the girl's bow and soaring down into the outpost courtyard! The arrow has been fashioned with a small rope, and the arrow itself strikes the ground near Dergoatean's foot and wedges into some dirt between stones. The rope is pulled tight. The girl leaps up into the air, and quickly unsnapping her belt, she throws it over the rope and slides down into the courtyard, landing with a tumble and then springing up towards Cryheart, wielding her wooden sword at just above his navel.

Larsya exclaims, "ARGGHHH! Lower yer blades, scum!"

Dergoatean says, "Hmm."

Larsya giggles.

Cryheart asks, "May we come board?"

Speaking laughingly to Larsya, Stormyrain says, "You win, Little Miss! We're your captives, for certain."

Speaking teasingly to Cryheart, Chaoswynd says, "She has you at a disadvantage, perhaps you should surrender."

Dergoatean exclaims, "Back, ye scurrrvy lass!"

Speaking softly to Larsya, Balley says, "Hello Pirate Larsya."

Larsya waves a small wooden sword at Cryheart.

Speaking to Raelee, Hapenlok mouths, "Lock your lab."

Cryheart kneels down.

Cryheart says, "Mercy."

Speaking amusedly to Cryheart, Stormyrain says, "I hope you brought chocolate."

Larsya says, "I'd force your hand in marriage landlubber, but my brother says I'd be thirty before you proposed..."

Larsya giggles.

Lylia says, "Well, well, well. The Scourge of the High Seas herself."

Larsya says, "Something about some Vornavian dame."

Larsya holds her nose.

Speaking amusedly to Cryheart, Meureii exclaims, "She has you on that one!"

Speaking earnestly to Larsya, Leafiara says, "Your brother is most wise."

Cryheart says, "Indeed mlady."

Speaking to Cryheart, Lylia teases, "Her verbal arrows are truer than those from her bow."

Larsya says, "How's that old sea song go..."

Speaking to Larsya, Dergoatean asks, "Something about pirates and booty?"

Larsya says, "In Vornavis, depart in a blink, in Vornavis, they stink."

Larsya says, "Something like that."

Larsya giggles.

Larsya stands upright, lowering her sword.

Larsya clears her throat, licks her palm and rubs it through her tawny hair and across her freckled face.

Larsya says, "My brother said you helped me."

Dergoatean says, "Lower ye weapons! The dread scourge rests."

Cryheart says, "Many here did, Lady Larsya."

Larsya looks down at her clothes, sighs, and uncomfortably curtsies.

Larsya says, "Thank you. Thank you very much."

Cryheart says, "Ye are very welcome."

Speaking sincerely to Larsya, Leafiara says, "It was our pleasure. Many here tonight."

Hapenlok softly says, "Since."

Larsya says, "I do not remember what happened. My brother said it was horrible. I trust him not to keep asking."

Xorus says, "It is just as well you do not remember."

Speaking to Larsya, Roelaren says, "Ye are most wise."

Larsya says, "I fell asleep on that ship."

Larsya says, "I woke up here."

Larsya says, "Most of you don't look much older. So that is good."

Lylia asks, "And did you have strange dreams?"

Larsya says, "Well, most of you."

Larsya winks at Dergoatean.

Larsya asks, "Winter eating?"

Larsya giggles at Dergoatean.

Larsya is admiring Dergoatean.

Lylia says, "Some of us are a bit older than we look. But truly, it is good to see you looking so well yourself."

Xorus says, "Not a day older yourself."

Larsya says, "My brother says we will call for Dawn this week sometime."

Cryheart says, "Excellent."

Stormyrain says, "Excellent news indeed Lady Larsya."

Leafiara excitedly says, "Wonderful to hear."

Lylia says, "Dawn? Yes, I am sure he misses you very much."

Speaking to Larsya, Zosopage says, "Glad to see you are your old, erm young self."

Dergoatean pokes Zosopage in the ribs.

Leafiara just nudged Zosopage.

Dergoatean shushes Zosopage!

Larsya says, "I do not know a day without her. But I am sad to know she has had many without me."

Larsya says, "I hope she is well. She was so pretty."

Lylia corrects, "She, yes, of course. She was a fine companion. Deeply devoted."

Larsya skips around in a happy little circle.

Speaking to Larsya, Dergoatean asks, "Now what will you do tomorrow? Hunting? Piracy?"

Larsya moves over to Hapenlok, stretching her toes a bit, trying to stand taller than him.

Larsya says, "You must be THIS tall to stand in the outpost."

Larsya giggles.

Hapenlok grins at Larsya.

Speaking to Larsya, Hapenlok says, "Pirates come in all sizes, you know."

Hapenlok grins at Larsya.

Larsya says, "Tomorrow, I do not know."

Hapenlok winks at Larsya.

Heart's Desire

Larsya exclaims, "I heard my brother speak of ships and a battle at sea!"

Larsya leans forward.

Speaking heartily to Larsya, Chamorr says, "How are you feeling this evenin."

Larsya quietly says, "I do not think he knows I heard him."

Larsya giggles.

Hapenlok takes off a tiny halfling swashbuckler pin.

Speaking to Larsya, Shinann asks, "Oh? What did he say?"

Larsya says, "He said he was angry about something or someone, and his men would not go to fight, but he would provide some supplies, herbs and food or something."

Larsya asks, "I am not sure of what he's talking about. Are you?"

Lylia says, "We know a little about it, yes."

Larsya beams happily at Lylia!

Larsya flings herself against Lylia, bounces off of her, and giggles madly!

Larsya asks, "What is it what is it what is it?"

Lylia looks like she was about to say something to Larsya, but she hesitates, obviously having changed her mind.

Lylia raises her voice in merry laughter.

Speaking heartily to Larsya, Chamorr says, "She deserves to be bounced."

Speaking to Lylia, Dergoatean exclaims, "Will you stand for this lack of decorum, Mayor?!"

Lylia says, "You are not the only one who might do battle on the high seas, Dread Pirate."

Speaking to Dergoatean, Lylia says, "Certain liberties are allowed to scourges of the high seas."

Larsya asks, "Who is who is?"

Larsya exclaims, "I want to go!"

Larsya waves her wooden sword high!

Speaking bluntly to Larsya, Raelee states, "The ships are going to fight the Krolvin. You are not properly trained to do so."

Larsya scoffs at Raelee.

Cryheart says, "You can stay Lady Larsya and defend the Outpost."

Lylia says, "I think that this time, you must wait for us to bring you a trophy from our battle. We are going to make sure the slavers who have harried the coasts do so no longer."

Larsya asks, "Defend an old square rock?"

Larsya says, "Booooring."

Larsya holds her nose.

Speaking softly to Larsya, Hapenlok says, "The Magister speaks truth."

Dergoatean says, "Not all that old, really."

Cryheart says, "I am staying to defend the Landing."

Cryheart nods at Larsya.

Larsya rolls her eyes at Cryheart.

Larsya says, "Of course you are."

Cryheart says, "In case it fails."

Lylia says, "On the contrary. Those who stay and defend will be sorely tested, I imagine."

Larsya peers quizzically at Lylia.

Cryheart says, "I affirm on the heart of the Lady Athalia."

Larsya asks, "Danger here?"

Lylia says, "Your brother knows this well."

Lylia admits, "It is possible, yes."

Dergoatean says, "After all, the krolvin are raiders at heart. Most dangerous when on the offensive."

Cryheart says, "Aye."

Speaking seriously to Larsya, Lylia says, "Which is why it is vital that you stay to be our eyes and ears here. And to help defend."

Fizzlewiz offers Larsya some House Sovyn dark ale.

Larsya accepts Fizzlewiz's Sovyn dark ale.

Zosopage says, "That's assuming they know we are coming."

Larsya beams happily at Fizzlewiz!

Larsya asks, "Tea!?"

Fizzlewiz hiccups!

Fizzlewiz says, "Aye, tea."

Cryheart says, "Errr."

Larsya beams!

Cryheart says, "She is too young for that ale."

Speaking to Larsya, Meureii says, "Should nae be drinking things from strangers."

Larsya asks, "ALE!?"

Cryheart asks, "Let me see it lass?"

Larsya offers Fizzlewiz some House Sovyn dark ale.

Fizzlewiz accepts Larsya's Sovyn dark ale.

Larsya frowns.

Larsya exclaims, "No pirate worth their hook drinks ale!"

Larsya scowls at Fizzlewiz.

Larsya sticks out her tongue.

Cryheart says, "Wise move young lady."

Larsya exclaims, "Come back with rum or don't come back at all!"

Fizzlewiz turns toward Larsya and renders a sharp hand salute.

Larsya giggles.

Fizzlewiz moves toward a black iron portcullis and then stumbles, making a total fool out of himself.

A group of people follows him, rolling their eyes and chortling.

Hapenlok mutters, "And he goes to get rum."

Hapenlok mutters, "If he comes back with Demon rum, I'm going to punch him."

Chamorr heartily says, "Hope he brings back enough fer everyone."

Larsya says, "I should get back to bed."

Lylia offhandedly says, "If I remove his arm, I am sure it will spill."

Cryheart says, "Good idea, Lady Larsya."

Speaking to Larsya, Hapenlok says, "Before you go, young Lass, I have a gift for you. One that befits a leader of a pirate crew."

Hapenlok walks toward Larsya.

Larsya turns an inquisitive ear toward Hapenlok.

Hapenlok offers Larsya a tiny halfling swashbuckler pin.

Speaking to Larsya, Lylia says, "Sleep well. If your brother is about, give him our best wishes too."

Speaking heartily to Larsya, Chamorr says, "It is good to seeya."

Larsya accepts Hapenlok's swashbuckler pin.

Larsya beams happily at Hapenlok!

Speaking to Larsya, Hapenlok says, "Wear it with honor."

Folding his left arm behind his back and dipping to one knee, Hapenlok bows respectfully to Larsya and inclines his head.

Speaking to Larsya, Roelaren says, "Ye need lots of rest to recover properly."

Larsya says, "A tiny halfling pin..."

Larsya says, "So a tiny tiny pin."

Larsya giggles.

Larsya puts on a tiny halfling swashbuckler pin.

Larsya exclaims, "Thank you!"

Sea Chanty

Speaking to Larsya, Dergoatean asks, "Would you like to sing a pirate's shanty before bed?"

Larsya flings herself at Hapenlok, but she misses by a wide margin.

Lylia says, "Quarterling pin, really."

Larsya peers quizzically at Dergoatean.

Hapenlok hugs Larsya.

Larsya says, "You sing it."

Larsya asks, "Or?"

Speaking to Larsya, Dergoatean says, "You have to repeat after me."

Fizzlewiz just stumbled in, flailing his arms wildly while trying to right himself!

A group of people follows him in, rolling their eyes and chortling.

Fizzlewiz turns toward Larsya and renders a sharp salute with his mint on the rum.

Larsya says, "You have to repeat after me."

Dergoatean says, "And everyone else can, too, if they like."

Fizzlewiz says, "Aye aye capn."

Fizzlewiz hiccups!

Speaking to Fizzlewiz, Hapenlok says, "NO."

Dergoatean laughs!

Fizzlewiz offers Larsya a chalice of mint on the rum.

Larsya says, "And everyone else can, too, if they like."

Larsya accepts Fizzlewiz's mint on the rum.

Larsya winks at Fizzlewiz.

Fizzlewiz removes a chalice of mint on the rum from in his sea green pack.

Larsya says, "Arggg."

Dergoatean recites:

"Let every man here drink up his full bumper"

Fizzlewiz raises his mint on the rum in a toast!

Cryheart says, "Arggg."

Saranja offers Dergoatean a chalice of mint on the rum.

Cryheart says, "Give that to the guards."

Dergoatean accepts Saranja's mint on the rum.

Dergoatean raises his mint on the rum in a toast!

Saranja curtsies to Dergoatean.

Dergoatean seems to be waiting for something.

Larsya hands the chalice of rum to a Bourthian soldier and whispers, but loudly, "Tell him. Fizzlewiz." The soldier frowns, nods, takes the rum and walks off.

Speaking softly to Larsya, Balley says, "I like your idea I am going to go to bed as well. Sleep well you lovely pirate."

Larsya waves to Balley.

Larsya recites:

"Let every man here drink up his full bumper"

Fizzlewiz says, "Fine, yoosh have shum toosh."

Chamorr heartily says, "Uhoh."

Dergoatean recites:

"Let every man here drink up his full bowl"

Larsya recites:

"Let every man here drink up his full bowl"

Dergoatean recites:

"And let us be jolly, and drown melancholy"

Larsya sings:

"And let us be jolly, and drown melancholy""

Fizzlewiz says, "Ish all I kud findsh on shirt notish."

Dergoatean recites:

"Drink a health to each jovial an' true-hearted soul!"

Cryheart recites:

"Let every man here drink up hif full bowl"

Speaking heartily to Cryheart, Chamorr asks, "Rum hitchya already spurs?"

Cryheart sings melodically:

"And let us be jolly, and drown melancholy"""

Cryheart says, "Apparent."

Cryheart nods at Chamorr.

(Dergoatean takes a great big gulp of his rum!)

Jokester Larsya

Larsya lets out a cheer!

Larsya exclaims, "I've a pirate joke to end with!"

Speaking interestedly to Larsya, Leafiara asks, "Oh?"

Cryheart asks, "Aye?"

Fizzlewiz says, "Arch, lesh ere itsh."

Lylia says, "Oh, I do enjoy jokes."

Larsya asks, "Why are pirates so addictive?"

Cryheart says, "Hmmmm."

Hapenlok quietly says, "I've a week to prepare, and uncharacteristically for me, i'll be spending a week without imbibing."

Larsya exclaims, "They say once you lose your first hand, you're HOOKED!"

Larsya giggles.

Cryheart laughs!

Leafiara starts chortling.

Dergoatean laughs!

Hapenlok takes a slow, deep breath then pinches the bridge of his nose.

Chaoswynd appears to be struggling to keep a straight face.

Hapenlok giggles.

Lylia snickers.

Shinann chuckles.

Chamorr heartily says, "Oh my."

Cryheart says, "Good one, Lady Larsya."

Cryheart starts chortling.

Hapenlok says, "That was ...."

Chaoswynd chuckles to himself.

Larsya asks, "What has 8 legs, 8 arms, and 8 eyes?"

Speaking to Hapenlok, Dergoatean says, "Hilarious."

Zosopage chuckles.

Fizzlewiz asks, "4 piratesh?"

Cryheart blinks.

Larsya exclaims, "8 pirates!"

Larsya giggles.

Cryheart chuckles.

Shinann chuckles.

Leafiara buries her face in her hands.

Roelaren laughs!

Chamorr chuckles.

Leafiara laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Lylia begins chuckling at Larsya!

Fizzlewiz nods in agreement at Larsya.

Cryheart grins at Larsya.

Speaking to Larsya, Meureii says, "Freeport worthy if I do say so myself."

Chamorr heartily says, "That was funny."

Meureii smiles quietly to himself.

Hapenlok starts chortling.

Larsya giggles.

Fizzlewiz takes a drink from his mint on the rum.

Fizzlewiz looks rather relaxed.

Larsya says, "Wait wait..."

Cryheart says, "Ok."

Chamorr laughs!

Cryheart grins at Larsya.

Chamorr heartily says, "She's here all week."

Larsya rummages through her cloak and pulls out a small waterlogged journal.

Fizzlewiz leans against a grey brick tavern.

Larsya licks her fingers and flips through some old pages.

Larsya nods.

Larsya nods.

Fizzlewiz says, "Hey deresh a bar in dar."

Fizzlewiz glances at a grey brick tavern.

Speaking teasingly to Fizzlewiz, Leafiara asks, "So drunk it took you that long to notice?"

Larsya says, "How much did the pirate pay for his peg and hook."

Cryheart appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Chaoswynd amusedly murmurs, "An arm and a leg."

Xorus says, "An arm and a leg."

Fizzlewiz says, "Ersh playsh or minesh."

Xorus smirks.

Zosopage asks, "An arm and a leg?"

Lylia snickers.

Dergoatean chuckles.

Dergoatean gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

Cryheart turns an inquisitive ear toward Larsya.

Chamorr heartily says, "Wow."

Raelee shakes her head, totally at a loss.

Raelee's hands fade to complete transparency as she intones a spell...

Raelee gestures.

Raelee suddenly disappears.

Cryheart asks, "And?"

Fizzlewiz moves toward a grey brick tavern and then stumbles, making a total fool out of himself.

Meureii reaches inside his seashell bucket and pulls out some indigo-black seashells.

Meureii offers Larsya some indigo-black seashells.

Speaking to Cryheart, Zosopage says, "I think we ruined that one."

Cryheart nods at Zosopage.

Larsya accepts Meureii's indigo-black seashells.

Claudaro chuckles to himself.

Larsya beams happily at Meureii!

Speaking to Larsya, Meureii says, "From a faraway island full of some real amazing pirates themselves."

Cryheart says, "Pirates stole her punchline."

Larsya says, "Thank you."

Lylia nods sympathetically at Larsya.

Speaking amusedly to Cryheart, Chaoswynd says, "Yarr."

Larsya put some indigo-black seashells in her white leather cloak.

Speaking to Larsya, Lylia says, "Yes. Sometimes people steal my best jokes too."

Larsya rubs her chin thoughtfully.

Lylia deadpans, "Which is a great pity, as I am really quite funny."

Chamorr laughs!

Cryheart grins.

Xorus says, "Her jokes are to die for."

Chaoswynd amusedly murmurs, "Literally."

Larsya exclaims, "Last one!"

Lylia examines her fingernails.

Chamorr heartily says, "If ya don't laugh, she kils ya."

Claudaro asks, "Her jokes are so good, she knocks 'em down, and then brings them back up again?"

Zosopage says, "And if you laugh she kills ya."

Chaoswynd walks toward Larsya.

Chaoswynd offers Larsya a triangular charcoal shark tooth.

Speaking to Larsya, Chaoswynd says, "Bounty of the sea."

Larsya says, "A pirate walks into a bar, with a ship's wheel attached to the front of his pants. The bartender says, "Sir, did you know there's a ship's wheel attached to your pants?" And the pirate replies, "Arrhhh! It's driving me nuts!"."

Larsya giggles.

Larsya giggles.

Larsya accepts Chaoswynd's charcoal shark tooth.

Larsya bows to Chaoswynd.

Lylia gasps.

Chaoswynd smiles at Larsya.

Hapenlok praises Larsya.

Larsya put a triangular charcoal shark tooth in her white leather cloak.

Cryheart gawks at Larsya.

Lauranathalasa giggles at Larsya.

Hapenlok turns to Larsya and cheers!

Leafiara clears her throat.

Chaoswynd begins chortling at Larsya.

Zosopage laughs!

Lauranathalasa says, "That's wrong."

Cryheart coughs.

Hapenlok rears back his head and lets out a honking guffaw that would inspire envy in a donkey.

Lauranathalasa tickles Larsya.

Meureii emits a noise that is a combination of laughter and barking, his eyes trained on Larsya and full of amusement.

Leafiara blushes a light pink hue to the tops of her ears.

Chamorr laughs!

Xorus says, "Now that is a sailor's joke if I ever heard one."

Meureii holds his sides and lets out a rumbling belly laugh.

Lylia says, "Why, Lady Larsya! Such a ribald joke..."

Meureii agrees with Xorus.

Claudaro chuckles.

Placing her hand over her heart, Lylia sighs dramatically.

Cryheart grins at Larsya.

Larsya giggles.

Cryheart says, "Such a risque joke, young lady."

Chaoswynd leans against the portcullis, taking a momentary rest.

Cryheart grins at Larsya.

Speaking to Larsya, Meureii marvels, "Wherever did you hear such a ruse."

Dergoatean exclaims, "A bit bawdy, that one!"

Meureii barks loudly at Larsya, then again in a more subdued voice to express his wonderment.

Larsya says, "From Shinann."

Larsya giggles.

Larsya giggles.

Meureii holds his sides and lets out a rumbling belly laugh.

Chamorr laughs!

Cryheart glances at Shinann.

Chaoswynd bursts out in a sudden snort of laughter.

Meureii glances at Shinann.

Leafiara raises her eyebrows and gazes quite intently at Shinann, clearly withholding comment.

Shinann blinks at Larsya.

Cryheart just nudged Shinann.

Xorus says, "Ah. Now it makes sense."

Cryheart starts chortling.

Speaking to Shinann, Hapenlok says, "I KNEW IT."

Lylia whispers something to Larsya.

Chamorr glances at Shinann.

Leafiara shakes her head at Shinann and clucks her tongue.

Hapenlok rears back his head and lets out a honking guffaw that would inspire envy in a donkey.

Chamorr heartily says, "Oh my."

Lylia gazes in amusement at Hapenlok.

Speaking to Shinann, Leafiara scolds, "So bad."

Larsya waves.

Larsya shuffles her feet.

Speaking in Elven, Saranja quietly says, "I liked that one best."

Speaking teasingly to Shinann, Chaoswynd says, "Such an influence you are."

Fizzlewiz waves to Larsya.

Leafiara turns toward Larsya and render a sharp hand salute.

Lady Larsya just skipped merrily south.

Cryheart says, "Rest well, Larsya."

Shinann shifts her weight.

Chaoswynd gazes in amusement at Shinann.

Shinann exclaims, "I did not tell her that!"