Group role-play: RP channel log 3

[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien says 'Heh I don't want a triplets too :P'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan puts down his mug of beer.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'Why not Khuldir? I thought you liked children.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien says 'Yeah I like children :P'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan sighs.
[RP]: Delminia says 'Yeah, I'm a children and you like me, right?'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien says 'But not three at a time...'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'My poor Briana and I never had a chance.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien hugs Delminia
[RP]: Delminia snuggles Ordici.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan hugs Delminia to himself and sighs.
[RP]: Delminia says 'I miss her too uncle Ordi.'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan sighs.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien says 'Hmm... I'd better check on Athawe... Catch you guys later!'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan shakes Khuldir Ranlien's hand.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien hugs everyone in the room.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien snores loudly.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'You be good to her ya hear?'
[RP]: (Krystophan): With a large crash the door to the inn swings open.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan looks towards the door.
[RP]: Delminia sits on Ordici's knee, with her head on his shoulder, dozing.
[RP]: (Krystophan): A large burly figure can be seen standing in the doorway.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan hugs Delminia closer to him as he looks at the man in the door.
[RP]: Krystophan strolls into the tavern, looking for a seat close to the fire.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'Sir Puff-n-Stuff... As I live and breath... Join us!'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien leaves the room and checks on Athawe in her nap.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien snores loudly.
[RP]: Delminia jumps at the sound of Ordici's voice and looks up at the big, big man.
[RP]: Krystophan looks at the man who has just spoken. "By Chaldan! It's young Ordici!"
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'How's your horse Sir Knight?'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan must like Krystophan a great deal to beam at him so broadly!
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan whispers 'It's ok Delminia, He is a nice guy. I know him.'
[RP]: Krystophan smiles as he takes a seat at the table. "Ah quite good. He did need a good scrub down after being covered with all that coal dust, but a quick trip in the river took most of it off."
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'So what brings you here?'
[RP]: Delminia whispers to Ordici, 'Who's the big man, uncle Ordi?'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'T'is windy and cold outside as thee can see.'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan nods.
[RP]: (Katric): The door opens again, this time quietly. A timid little Drasnian male slips into the room, forcing the door shut against the wind.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Needed a warm fire to rest mine feet near.'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'This is my friend Sir Krystophan, Delminia. Sir Knight, my somewhat niece Delminia.'
[RP]: Delminia swallows hard.
[RP]: Delminia says 'You're big.'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan chuckles politely.
[RP]: Delminia says 'I mean, nice to meet you, sir.'
[RP]: Krystophan inclines his head towards the young lady. "It is a pleasure to meet thee my lady. Any relative of young Ordici here is surely a friend of mine."
[RP]: Delminia blushes.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan winks at Krystophan.
[RP]: Delminia buries her face in Ordici's neck.
[RP]: Krystophan chuckles quietly.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Ahh that I am. It has to do with all this armour.'
[RP]: Katric takes a quick look around the room, then seats himself at an empty table. His back to the wall, he nervously orders an ale.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'Ahhh the tools of the trade.'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'It's ok, Del, he could protect you better than me.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'What brings you and the young one to Sendar?'
[RP]: (Kieralla): It has been a long journey north for Kieralla. Her home west of Embrig seemed a distant memory as she walked along the streets of Sendar.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'Visiting with young Rhyrmon. This is his Friend Delminia. Since Rhyrmon is on pots and pans I thought I would take her out of the Wanderers hall for a while.'
[RP]: (Katric): A little intimidated by the boisterous conversation around him, he tries to make himself invisible by pulling his cloak tighter around him.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Nothing like a stroll through the city.'
[RP]: Delminia looks around the room, noticing a little man in the corner.
[RP]: Krystophan waves for the barkeep to bring him a mug of ale.
[RP]: (Kieralla): She hears the noises coming from a cozy tavern, and thinking some wine would be nice, she ventures inside.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'Yeah. But it is almost time to get her highness back to the hall.'
[RP]: Delminia says 'Uncle Ordi, do you know that man over there? Cus you know everybody.'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan winks at Delminia.
[RP]: Delminia says 'No!! I don't wanna go yet!'
[RP]: Krystophan chuckles quietly.
[RP]: Delminia says 'Please! Shinara will put me to bed.'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'No lass, actually I don't, but this is the River Bend. All people come here every once in a while.'
[RP]: Delminia pouts.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I see your young niece has your taste in adventures.'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'That she has my friend.'
[RP]: Kieralla looks around. Immediately she notices the Mimbrate.
[RP]: Kieralla frowns.
[RP]: Krystophan leans back and lets the warmth of the fire seep through his tired bones.
[RP]: Katric drinks his ale slowly.
[RP]: Krystophan looks around the tavern and sees a strange figure by the door.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'Ahhh. So Delminia I never did find out what got Rhyrmon on pots and pans this time. What happened?'
[RP]: Kieralla finds a spot near a small man that is open. She walks over to him.
[RP]: Delminia giggles.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'Can I sit here?'
[RP]: Krystophan squints his eyes and tries to make out more, but is unable to with the light of the fire in his eyes.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel coughs loudly.
[RP]: (Noran): A man in dark green robes enters the bar and orders a water. He sits in the table furthest total from any given patron.
[RP]: Katric looks up, startled. 'I... I suppose so..'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'Czrel... is that you?'
[RP]: Kieralla smiles happily.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel nods.
[RP]: Delminia says 'He decided to make a chocolate cake all buy himself. And he messed up the kitchen so badly, cook is making him clean it all up.'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan sets Delminia down on the chair next to him and rushes over to Czrel and hugs him.
[RP]: Delminia says 'And the cake tasted icky too'
[RP]: Delminia giggles.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel chuckles. 'Hey. Cool it kid.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'well, I'm Kieralla of Embrig.'
[RP]: Delminia gasps in astonishment.
[RP]: Krystophan looks at the figure whom just walked in. "Chaldan's sword! Is that Noran?"
[RP]: Katric moves over a bit, to allow the girl a seat at a comfortable distance.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'Delminia, Did you by any chance have anything to do with the chocolate?'
[RP]: Kieralla blushes.
[RP]: Delminia blushes.
[RP]: Katric nods politely in greeting. 'I am called Katric of DRheon.'
[RP]: Noran looks up at the sound of his name 'Krystophan? The Mimbrate knight? You old fool, I haven't seen you in... well not an OVER long amount of time.'
[RP]: Delminia says 'Just a little bit, but it was HIS idea!'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Come join us mine friend. T'is been ages since I've seen thee.'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'Well, we better get along or Shinara will kill me.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'Umm hi! I'm gonna hide here and pray that big ol' ox of a Mimbrate doesn't notice me. I'm Asturain ya know'
[RP]: Delminia pouts.
[RP]: Noran nods, and walks over to his old friend the Mimbrate.
[RP]: Katric nods.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan stands and picks up Delminia.
[RP]: Delminia says 'Fine. Mean old uncle Ordi.'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel senses tension.
[RP]: Delminia sniffs sadly.
[RP]: Delminia waves happily.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'Mean. If it is mean you want, then I can always have YOU help Rhyrmon.'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel coughs loudly.
[RP]: Delminia says 'Nice to meet you Mr. Knight.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Watch out..'
[RP]: Katric wasn't very talkative, it seems. His voice is slightly high pitched, and he appears to be very nervous in the company of others.
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'Have fun Krystophan, and Czrel, I got to get this little lady home.'
[RP]: Delminia gasps in astonishment.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'It was a pleasure to meet thee as well young Delminia.'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel waves happily.
[RP]: Delminia says 'You wouldn't do that, would you Ordi??'
[RP]: Kieralla whispers 'Mimbrate men like to raid Asturian villages and defile the honour of Asturians gals.'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'Naw, Humility is good for Rhyrmon.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Sit, sit, Noran.'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan takes Delminia out of the door.
[RP]: Katric nods. 'I hadn't heard that, but I'll bear it in mind.' He winks at the girl, then drains his mug.
[RP]: Krystophan draws a chair forward for his friend.
[RP]: Kieralla whispers 'That's why I'm hiding.'
[RP]: Delminia hugs Ordici tight, smiling.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Take care of thyself Ordici.'
[RP]: Noran sits in the chair, his robes cascading like green waterfalls about the seat.
[RP]: Kieralla whispers 'If I give you some gold will you ask the tavern owner to get me some food?'
[RP]: Ordici Rhellan says 'You too. Look me up when you are next in Camaar.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I hope to meet thee again soon.'
[RP]: Katric says 'He doesn't appear to be barbaric.'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel puts on his hood and sneaks out.
[RP]: Katric nods again. 'Of course.'
[RP]: Noran looks up at Ordici at the mention of Camaar. 'I do believe I've seen you before,' he mutters.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'Oh Mimbrates are the worst, they hide their barbarian ways behind the veneer of gentility.'
[RP]: Krystophan leans back and drinks his ale. "What brings thee to Sendar Noran? It has been many months since our paths have crossed."
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien steps back into the tavern after checking on Athawe.
[RP]: Noran sighs.
[RP]: Krystophan sees Khuldir enter and waves him over.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel yells into the tavern. 'You there Khuldir?'
[RP]: Noran says 'As always I search for my father... so I can extract revenge on him for my mother's untimely death.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Noran have you met Khuldir here?'
[RP]: Noran peers intently at Khuldir Ranlien.
[RP]: Noran says 'No, I don't think so.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'and to tell you, they're not very bright, if it wasn't for the favouritism of the crown, Mimbre would be the vassals of Asturia.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien appears startled at hearing his name being called.
[RP]: Katric suddenly wished he hadn't let this girl sit next to him. Her prejudices were obviously very well ingrained.
[RP]: Kieralla peers intently at Krystophan.
[RP]: Krystophan turns his head to the side, thinking he had just heard the name of his homeland. Ahh, must have been nothing he thinks to himself.
[RP]: Katric says 'Well, I've not met a Mimbrate before, so I'm afraid I cannot make a judgement.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien yells across the bar. 'I'll be right with you in a moment Krys!'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'oh just give it time, they show their true colours'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'How has your quest gone my friend?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Suddenly a dagger lands right smack in the middle of the table.
[RP]: Noran spins up, gathering his will and staring at the dagger.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): A man falls dead on the floor, blood splattering everywhere.
[RP]: Kieralla gasps in astonishment.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The tavern goes silent.
[RP]: Krystophan quickly jumps to his feet, his sword appearing in his had as if by magic.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): A hooded figure enters the tavern.
[RP]: Noran intones 'Dull!'
[RP]: Krystophan watches the hooded figure intently.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Khuldir..' His voice clear as crystal.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Is this your doing stranger?'
[RP]: Kieralla hides, hoping that the Mimbrate doesn't think it was her dagger. Although hers would have hit its mark.
[RP]: Katric looks up, startled as the knight jumps up. He tried to make himself even more invisible. He definitely regretted stepping into the tavern.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien peers intently at the figure, wondering who the heck he is.
[RP]: Kieralla whispers 'Geez! For once that was not I!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Outside.. One on one..' The man speaks.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Khuldir!'
[RP]: Noran says 'Now you two. Violence is never the answer!'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien boggles at the concept.
[RP]: Krystophan walks over to stand by Khuldir "I think not. Tis a friend of mine, and I shall stand at his side."
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien says 'I have never met you...'
[RP]: Kieralla thinks 'Stupid Mimbrate bring trouble to a nice tavern...'
[RP]: Katric whispers 'I'm sorry, you're on your own here.' He slipped away from the table, his back to the wall and headed for the rear of the tavern. Places like this always had back doors.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The unknown man throws another dagger at an innocent person.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Fight me or they die.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): He cackles madly.
[RP]: Noran gathers his will slowly and focuses on the newcomer
[RP]: Krystophan sets his shield and sword and begins to advance on the stranger.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The hooded man remains rooted on the spot, staring at Khuldir.
[RP]: (Kieralla): She peers out from under the table; she can barely make out the group of men readying themselves for battle.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien glares icily at the hooded figure. 'Krystophan, I will handle him myself.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Only him, that Drasnian scum, no one else!
[RP]: Noran intones 'Trip!'
[RP]: Krystophan looks back at Khuldir.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Are you sure my friend?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The man throws yet another dagger at yet an innocent person.
[RP]: Kieralla finally notices the blonde Mimbrate.. too bad he was a Mimbrate scum, he actually looked moderately attractive.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): This time it lands on Katric!
[RP]: Noran not having paid attention, releases his will before it can fully trip the newcomer. He sees what Krsytophan is saying and backs up.
[RP]: Katric doubles over sharply as a dagger hits his chest.
[RP]: Noran rushes over to Katric 'Are you alright?'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien growls 'Stop that!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The man cackles madly. 'Khuldir, you don't want to watch them die do you?'
[RP]: Krystophan narrows his eyes in anger.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien mutters something quietly to himself.
[RP]: Katric gasps and sinks to the ground. Fortunately he'd been holding a book in his cloak, and the dagger had been deflected somewhat.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'End this Khuldir. Or I shall.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien mutters 'Alright, I'll duel you.'
[RP]: Kieralla gasps in astonishment.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Shut it metal head,' the man grins. 'It's Khuldir I want to end.'
[RP]: (Katric): Pain clouding his vision, he couldn't make out the voices, or the figures that made them, any more. He was slipping, slowly, into unconsciousness.
[RP]: Kieralla giggles.
[RP]: Noran yells 'Krystophan! This man is going to die!'
[RP]: Kieralla notices her dinner partner is wounded, crawling under the tables she reaches his side.
[RP]: Krystophan looks over at the fallen man and back to the stranger.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Outside then Khuldir.. Or you prefer doing this in here?' The hooded stranger chuckles insanely.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'Ok I can help you.'
[RP]: Noran nods at Kieralla.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Take care of things Khuldir. Mine help is required.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The mad man prepares another throwing knife.
[RP]: Katric picks his head up sharply, the dagger still protruding from the wound on his chest.
[RP]: Krystophan quickly moves toward the wounded one as he puts his sword away.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien is already stepping out of the tavern, a pair of daggers suddenly appears in his hands.
[RP]: Kieralla grabs her pack, it has a myriad of healing items.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I am a healer.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'you will be ok.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The man swiftly sneaks outside after his enemy.
[RP]: Katric only knew that he was wounded, and a large armed man was walking toward him.. Struggling weakly to his feet, he tried to run and stumbled over a chair.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The air outside is stiff and dry.
[RP]: Krystophan drops to his knees next to the wounded man, a loud crash echoing through the tavern as his armour hits the floor.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Be still fool! I shall not harm thee.'
[RP]: Kieralla examines the wound. It did not damage any thing vital, but is bleeding greatly.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Your wounds are serious and must be tended too.'
[RP]: Kieralla gasps in astonishment.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The two stare daggers down one another's face.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Slowly the man unhoods himself.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Remember me Khuldir?' He asks the Drasnian.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Now relax. Your wounds are serious, but do not appear to be fatal.'
[RP]: Katric moans and shakes his head. 'I .. I'm alright..' His voice shakes, and he tries to crawl further away from these strangers.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'ok I have to put this on the would. It will hurt like Torak's burning eye but will stop the bleeding.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Answer me Khuldir!' The man begins to lose his patience.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'Ok, Sir Knight as I pour this on it, I need you to pull out the dagger.'
[RP]: Krystophan agrees absolutely.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'can you do that?'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien looks at the man intently, his face appears to be familiar but he cannot place a name to it. 'No.'
[RP]: Katric waves his arms wildly. 'No!' His shrill voice is piercing. 'Leave me alone..'
[RP]: Krystophan takes hold of the dagger, waiting for the women to do her work.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): '.. N.. N.. No?' A look of sadness crawls over the man's face.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'ok on the count of three..1...2..3.'
[RP]: Krystophan quickly pulls the dagger out of the man's wound.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'NO?' The man flares up. 'How can you forget me!'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien boggles at the concept.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The man screams in agony.
[RP]: Katric screams.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'You were always better in the Academy!' The man finally unveils.
[RP]: Kieralla pours the liquid on the wound. It bubbles around the opening, quickly stopping the blood flow.
[RP]: Noran glares at Katric.
[RP]: Noran says 'Oh be quiet!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'You were always better than ME!'
[RP]: Krystophan holds the man down while the liquid does its work.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'But today Khuldir,' the man declares. 'I will be the BETTER ONE!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Then he howls in a mad laughter.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'it didn't puncture the ribs but skirted around the edge, you won't be able to do much with the arm for a while but it will heal.'
[RP]: Krystophan looks at the dagger that was lodged in the man.
[RP]: Katric writhes in agony and tries to pull away.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'stay still!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The mad man continues to howl madly.
[RP]: Krystophan glares at Katric.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Still, the mad man continues to howl madly.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Moving about as thou are doing will surely end thy life much sooner.'
[RP]: Kieralla grabs one of the Mimbrate's gauntlets and knocks the man on the side of the head, rendering him unconscious.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien mutters 'Great, a mad man... and all I want is just a nice cool mug of beer...'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'he'll be ok'
[RP]: Krystophan chuckles at Kieralla's joke.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'A fine tactic my lady.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I usually have to do that when a good painkiller isn't available.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'My thanks my lady. Thou art most trained in the healing arts'
[RP]: Katric moans.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien throws one of his dagger at the man, hitting the man right in his chest.
[RP]: Krystophan looks at the women as a look of recognition comes over his face.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The man stops laughing, then keels over, dead.
[RP]: Kieralla gets her needle and thread and stitches the bubbling wound in the side of the injured man.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'You look familiar for some reason. Have we possibly......'
[RP]: Krystophan quickly jumps to his feet and steps back from the women
[RP]: Kieralla says 'well sir I am usually healing the Asturians you haven't managed to butcher.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien growls 'Grrr... waste of my time.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I should haven known! Thy hiding under the table would be the normal act of a cowardly Austurian!'
[RP]: Kieralla looks at the stiches on the man.
[RP]: Noran says 'No Krystophan, let us not engage in racism!'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'ok I need water to wake this man up with.'
[RP]: Krystophan glares at Kieralla.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien drags the body to the road side so that it will not obstruct traffic.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'go figure it'd be a Mimbrate to throw the first insult.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'We are lucky her petty attempts at healing did not further harm this man.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Inside the tavern, Czrel watches the group silently at a quiet corner. 'Interesing. A Mimbrate helping an Asturian.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I am lucky that your foul Mimbrate stench didn't send him into fits!'
[RP]: Katric moans again, and opens one eye. 'Wha .. what's all the shouting?' He groggily opens the other eye and winces at the pain in his chest and, strangely, head.
[RP]: Krystophan glares at Kieralla.
[RP]: Noran gives up on the two and walks back to his own table, sipping his water.
[RP]: Kieralla hurries to the injured man.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Very well then. Since you have things under control.'
[RP]: Krystophan walks back to the table and sits with his friend Noran.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'sorry sir but this giant armored monkey was trying to take me away from helping you.'
[RP]: (Katric): Both eyes snap open, and he cringes away noticeably. He looks up at the handsome knight who had gallantly saved his life. Oh.. And the girl, of course.
[RP]: Noran nods at Krystophan.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): From his silent corner, Czrel tears away from the shadows and approaches the Sendarian.
[RP]: Krystophan pulls his seat by the fire and sits quickly, grabbing his tankard of ale and downing it.
[RP]: Kieralla helps the nam up to a table.
[RP]: Noran nods at the newcomer and indicates a seat. He sips his water - still cold after this time, and relaxes back, indicating a seat across the table.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien steps back into the room.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Sendarian should build better security around here.. HEY Khuldir! C'mere!
[RP]: Noran shrugs 'not my concern.'
[RP]: Katric gasps as a sudden pain rips through him. Doubling over, he clenches his teeth until the pain subsides. Yes, it had been a very bad idea to step into the tavern.
[RP]: Krystophan nods in enthusiastic agreement with Noran.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'well it looks as if that book deflected the knife well, it looked as if it entered your ribs but actually skirted along the side of them. Lots of blood, but you will heal.'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel grins evilly.
[RP]: Krystophan motions for Khuldir to come to the table.
[RP]: Noran says 'You must excuse me, I'm slow. I'm Noran. You are...'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Art thou all right my friend?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Just a merchant. You can call me.. Feraz,' Czrel nods.
[RP]: Katric regains his composure and limps to his seat. His chest, and his head, throbbed.
[RP]: (Noran): The barkeep, still in shock over the amount of blood in the bar, simply cleans the same swathe of bartop over and over again, a blank stare on his face.
[RP]: Noran says 'Good to meet you, Feraz.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien waves at Czrel. 'Barkeep, get this body cleared away and notify the City Watch that his killer's body is right outside the tavern...'
[RP]: Katric says 'A strong ale would be nice, if you don't mind. He attempted a smile at the girl. Funny, he'd forgotten her name already.'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel points at himself, obviously very confused.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'ok here's a mug'
[RP]: Kieralla gives the man the mug
[RP]: Kieralla glares at Krystophan.
[RP]: Krystophan sees the women looking at him and wonders what her problem is.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien says 'Nevermind.'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel nods.
[RP]: Kieralla mutters 'stupid metal clad apes.'
[RP]: Katric raises an eyebrow at Kieralla's weird actions.
[RP]: Katric says 'He did help save my life.'
[RP]: Noran says 'So what brings you to Sendaria, Feraz?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Business as usual.'
[RP]: Kieralla mutters 'Thinking I don't know how to heal..'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel nods.
[RP]: Noran nods sagely.
[RP]: Katric looks at the Mimbrate. He didn't seem so bad. The girl was venomous, though.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'typical Mimbrates'
[RP]: Krystophan tries to pay attention to the conversation, but finds his eyes being drawn back to the woman.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien gets an ale from the bar and moves towards Czrel's table.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Interestingly though..' Czrel coughs. 'Relations between the metal heads and the archers...'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel chuckles politely.
[RP]: (Kieralla): Kieralla tries and tries to think up insults about the knight, but for some reason Metal clad ape is the best she could think of.
[RP]: Katric says 'Be that as it may, he did help save my life. I cannot fault him for .. He breaks off suddenly as another wave of pain passes through him.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Are you alright over there?' Czrel asks Katric concernedly. 'I do sell medical supplies too, you know.'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel grins evilly.
[RP]: Noran turns to Krystophan 'Have you news from Rhalen?'
[RP]: Krystophan nods sagely.
[RP]: Katric nods in the general direction of the voice. 'I'm fine.'
[RP]: Kieralla thinks 'he does have lovely eyes. Probably from an Asturian maiden his ancestors took advantage of when the Mimbrate lady was found to be frigid, as most of them are.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I saw him only a fortnight past. The hall has been rebuilt, but alas few of our members have returned.'
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien grabs his ale and moves out of the tavern in a black mood. 'Darn, and I thought I can have some peace and quiet tonight... I'll rather stay at home.'
[RP]: Kieralla peers intently at Krystophan.
[RP]: Katric looks at the girl carefully. That she was fiercely prejudiced he had no doubt. He looks at the knight again. The handsome face didn't reflect any of the barbarism the girl so firmly believed was there.
[RP]: Noran says 'It has been rebuilt? I shall hasten to it later. I had requested that my own tower be attached by means of an illusionary door, and an illusion of my own tower. In my tower the illusion of those who enter from the hall show also. I had provided Rhalen with the necessary mirrors - I screwed up enough silver making them.'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel listens intently.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Ahh yes. The so called "Crazy room"'
[RP]: Krystophan chuckles politely.
[RP]: Noran giggles.
[RP]: Noran says 'Do they call it that then? I rather liked it.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I must tell thee my friend, many of us marvel at what that must have cost thee, and the fact that thee could actually afford it.'
[RP]: Noran sighs 'I do miss my tower sometimes.'
[RP]: Noran giggles.
[RP]: (Kieralla): Kieralla sits there distractedly glaring at the knight, absently twirling a piece of her dark hair around her finger.
[RP]: Noran says 'Well, I may not have acquired ALL the money by strictly... legal means.'
[RP]: Krystophan tries to ignore the strange woman staring at him.
[RP]: Krystophan raises an eyebrow at Noran's weird actions.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel continues to listen and observe.
[RP]: Noran says 'Oh, don't worry, it was all completely ethical.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I thought that might be the case.'
[RP]: Katric mutters an apology and stands with some effort. 'If you'll excuse me for a moment..' He doesn't wait for an answer, and heads for the door.
[RP]: Noran says 'See, I only gave the money to bad people in exchange for goods I could sell.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I mean he hasn't the decency to greet a lady properly. Look at him sitting there all nonchalant.'
[RP]: Noran says 'I CAN will it into existence, you know. If I have lots of sleep.'
[RP]: Katric nods absently at the girl, and steps through the door into the street.
[RP]: Kieralla does not notice the man walking away from her as she continues to fume.
[RP]: Krystophan chuckles quietly. "Of course my friend. You keep telling yourself that."
[RP]: Merchant Czrel sighs silently. 'Still no information about the Nadraks,' he thought to himself. 'Just gossips...'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel peers around himself intently.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'As I was saying though...'
[RP]: Katric steps into a dark, quiet alley. Glancing around him furtively, he pulls a small vial from his bag and removes the stopper.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'what nerve! That Ape is sitting over there with no concern about his affront to my person.'
[RP]: Noran mutters at Krystophan and focuses his will. A golden coin appears in midair above the table. Suddenly, with a sound like that of a thousand doors being creaked open, it turns into a rubber chicken and falls onto the table, then vanishes.
[RP]: Kieralla peers intently at Krystophan.
[RP]: Noran sits back exhausted, and then says 'ah, well, that can happen sometimes.'
[RP]: Katric checks once more to make sure no on is around, then takes a quick drink from the vial. Stoppering it again, he puts it back in its customary place, then waits.
[RP]: Krystophan eyes the strange contraption that has appeared before him.
[RP]: Noran says 'Sometimes I screw up like that.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'As if manners are ever taught to stinking Mimbrates'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I need no demonstrations my friend. I have been in battle with thee. I know of thy powers.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The Drasnian smells a whiff of drugs in the air.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I have but recently talked with our Lord Rhalen.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'he's just soooo.....'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Nyissan stuff. I can smell it in a thousand leagues.'
[RP]: Kieralla sighs.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I hate him'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The merchant gets up, bows and leaves the tavern in a haste.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I hate him'
[RP]: (Katric): The wait isn't long, and Katric smiles. He steps back into the tavern and takes his place next to the girl. He shows no signs of being in pain, in spite of the fact he'd had a dagger in his ribs only moments before.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'It appears that during the construction of our new hall, a few of our clan mates decided to seek their adventure elsewhere and have not returned.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I hate him sooooooo much'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'see what I mean, friend? He's just tooo...'
[RP]: Katric says 'That's nice.' He smiles at the girl as if he hadn't really heard what she'd said, but was agreeing anyway.'
[RP]: Kieralla sighs.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'He has give me a task of travelling the land. It doth appear that he wishes to add new members to our clan.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'My duty has been to seek out those whom seem capable.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'but those eyes...definitely Asturian stock there'
[RP]: Noran says 'Do you want aid on this quest? It seems to me a great way to get about, and also look for my father at the same time.'
[RP]: Katric smiled dreamily at the knight. He really was quite handsome.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I hate the ancestor of his who raped the Asturain lady.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Of course my friend. Thy help and companionship would be most appreciated.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The air in the back alley hangs heavy with the smell of Nyissan herbs.
[RP]: (Katric): 'Yes..' he says absently, not really paying attention.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'eyes that lovely do not belong on a Mimbrate'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'Don't you agree?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Oddly, the scents lead back into the tavern.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The Drasnian rushes back into the tavern.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I had thought to start with the major towns in Sendar.'
[RP]: Katric looks up sharply as if he suddenly realizes he's in public. His face turns read, and he turns his attention back to the girl seated next to him.
[RP]: Noran says 'We can post placards!'
[RP]: Kieralla stares dreamily at the knight.
[RP]: Krystophan raises an eyebrow at Noran's weird actions.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I had thought to be more subtle than that.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'what a jerk he is!'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'We doth not wish all to know'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Raising his voice, Czrel shouts. 'Alright, someone has contraband drugs in here! Own up!'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'just sitting there being soo...Mimbrate'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'We must watch people unaware, and see whom we think would be most suited to our way of life.'
[RP]: Noran nods in enthusiastic agreement with Krystophan.
[RP]: Noran says 'Um, friend ' he whispers to Krystophan 'There are a few Asturians and so on over there staring at you overly dreamily''
[RP]: Krystophan glances toward the table to see what Noran is talking about.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Who is holding onto Nyissan drugs in here?' Czrel questions again.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I mean they think they're sooo great, all muscley.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): He begins to search frantically.
[RP]: Katric says 'Yes, he is rather well-built, isn't he?'
[RP]: Krystophan shouts 'Is there something I can help thee with?'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'looking all spiffy in their armor, hair tossing in the wind...mounted on top of a powerful war horse'
[RP]: Kieralla sighs.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'damned armoured apes'
[RP]: Katric nods and looks at the knight again. He certainly has a powerful voice.
[RP]: Krystophan mutters as he hears the woman's last remark.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel boggles at the concept.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Oh well.'
[RP]: Krystophan stands and walks to the table, standing before the two.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Doth thou wish to say something that I may hear?'
[RP]: Kieralla realizes she was talking out loud for the last 20 minutes.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel whistles appreciatively.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Damned armoured ape thou call me?'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'umm nothing.'
[RP]: Katric had heard the request about drugs, but had wisely kept his mouth shut.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'well, if the shoe fits!'
[RP]: Katric looks at the knight. He prudently avoided joining the conversation.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'You doth not know who I am do thee?'
[RP]: Kieralla stand to her full height of 5 foot nine and tries to look imposing.
[RP]: Krystophan looks down at the girl from his height of 6'4.
[RP]: Katric shrinks back. The girl was HUGE. He stood and backed away against the wall. It was time for him to take his leave.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I am well aware that by being a Mimbrate, you are the result of an unholy coupling with an Eldrak.'
[RP]: Krystophan glares at Kieralla.
[RP]: Katric says 'Please.. Good people.. Hasn't there been enough blood shed for tonight?' He mentally kicked himself as his mouth ran off with the words before his head could tell it not to.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I see. Thou thinketh of me as a common knight.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'That is surely far from the truth.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'as common as the whores you couple with.'
[RP]: Katric gasps as he realizes what Kieralla did.
[RP]: Noran stands 'much as I detest violence, calling Krystophan a common knight is like calling me a Grolim. I demand an apology, in the name of Shepherds and its good Lord Rhalen!'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Hath thou not heard of the town of Wilgrig?'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'yes I have.'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel senses tension again.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Ah good. Then thou surely must have heard of how its people were almost slaughtered by a band of Algroths.'
[RP]: Katric takes another step back. This was over his head, in more ways than one. The girl was tall, but the knight literally towered over him. He suddenly felt like a rat caught between two wolves.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'i had heard that. get to the point ape!'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'The point is this. If thou have heard of those facts, then surely thou knoweth whom saved those people?'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'A person not of their race.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'A person not even of their own country.'
[RP]: Kieralla gasps in astonishment.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I have heard of that knight'
[RP]: Merchant Czrel laughs silently to himself. 'Fools. It was a Drasnian.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Then you must realize that I doth not hate thy kind. For if I had, would I have not let thy people perish that day?'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'so, you are Sir Krystophan?'
[RP]: Krystophan bows his head in acknowledgement.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I am.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'it has been told you have intelligence like Asturians since you are our friend.'
[RP]: (Katric): This was turning out to be an even worse night than he thought. He discreetly reached into his bag for his vial.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The sudden scent catches Czrel's attention.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I apologize to you sir knight.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'When I hear thy words against my kind, I begin to have doubts of such intelligence thou doth speak of.'
[RP]: Noran 's nostrils flare.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'You!' Czrel points to Katric. 'So you have the Nyissan doses!'
[RP]: Katric nervously fingers the vial concealed in his hand. He desperately wanted to drink from it.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Thy apology is accepted. However I would know thy name if I am to remember with whom I have spoken with this night.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'well sir being a healer such as I am, it is difficult to keep my prejudices. I see the results of battle with Mimbrates.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I am Kieralla of Embrig.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Czrel gets up and heads over the his fellow Drasnian.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I am soooooooooo sorry I haVE AFFRONTED YOU SIR KNIGHT.'
[RP]: Katric looks at the stranger sharply. His eyes narrow and he reaches for his dagger. He was peaceful, but he did enjoy his drugs. He slipped the vial into a hidden pocket in his cloak, his hand reappearing with a dagger.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Embrig?'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'If there is any recompense I can make please tell me'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I know of this place.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I will swear fealty to you and defend you to the best that I can. I will heal your wounds and give my blood for yours!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Czrel confronts Katric. 'Show it to me,' he cajoles. 'I need to check on something.'
[RP]: Krystophan raises an eyebrow at Kieralla's weird actions.
[RP]: Katric takes a step back, and realizes his back is to the wall. He glares at the stranger.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I am not thy liege nor they king. Doth not make a fool of thyself before these others.'
[RP]: Noran fights to control a snicker.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'what?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'I mean no harm fellow Drasnian,' Czrel affirms. 'Now hand them over.'
[RP]: Kieralla screeches 'A fool?'
[RP]: Kieralla screeches 'is this how Mimbrates accept apologies?'
[RP]: Katric says 'I don't know what you're talking about.' He tries to move past the stranger, but realizes the large knight is between him and the door.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Thy words doth reveal thee as one. Swearing fealty to me? I own no land nor a head a kingdom.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'It is how I speak to one whom doth not know of what they speak.'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Hand them over!' Czrel loses his patience. He grabs Katric by his collar.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'oh so you just wanted to sweeten me so i can be one of your Asturian conquests?'
[RP]: Krystophan falls down laughing.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'You think I wish to lay with thee? Thou doth have a high regard for thyself.'
[RP]: Katric cries out and struggles against the stranger's grip. 'Help!! Someone help me!!'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'i know that you Mimbrates yearn for the fiery blood of Asturian maids'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'and you using your fame to wheedle into my trust!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Oddly, no one comes to help the struggling Katric.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'And I know that I doth not wish my manhood to rot and shiver, as it surely would were I to spend a night with thee.'
[RP]: Katric struggles even harder. 'Someone get this brute off me!' His high-pitched voice echoes off the rafters.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'as if a Mimbrate has enough manhood to satisfy as Asturian!'
[RP]: Noran swiftly turns towards the Drasnians.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I would break you in half!'
[RP]: Noran says 'Violence! I shall stop it surely.'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Only a horse would be of use to thee, as I hear that is how your kind doth satisfy thy urges.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'by chladan i will never let an ape into my bed!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Hand over them drugs, druggie!' Czrel coerced once more.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'As if one would look twice at thee.'
[RP]: Kieralla screeches 'a horse???'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Begone little girl.'
[RP]: Noran gathers his will, his eyes drooping. He draws a long, thin oval in front of him in the air of crackling metal, a lethal disc that floats in the air. As Noran passes out, it flies at Czrel.
[RP]: Katric says 'I don't have drugs.' He tries to pull away again. 'Thief! Thief!'
[RP]: Kieralla screeches 'little girl????'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Doth thou have a hearing problem now? Canst thou not understand the words that I doth speak?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Sensing danger, Czrel ducks. The disc lands deep into the wall.
[RP]: Kieralla yells 'hearing problem!!!!!!!!!!'
[RP]: (Noran): The wall begins to smoke where the searing disc hit it..
[RP]: Kieralla fuming, gathers her things and heads for the door.
[RP]: Krystophan winces as her volume increases. "I feel mine hearing will shortly be gone if thou doth keep screaming like that."
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Who did THAT!' Czrel shouts in horror while pinning Katric to the floor.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'and you Mimbrate scum are not man enough to handle me!'
[RP]: Katric cries out again as he hits the floor, his dagger skittering to a stop at the knight's feet.
[RP]: Noran remains passed out on the floor.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'What? I'm sorry I can not hear thee. Thy screeching has left me deaf for the night.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'and by the way oh defender of the innocent, there's someone getting mugged right next to you big smelly ape ass.'
[RP]: Kieralla stomps out of the tavern.
[RP]: Krystophan looks confused. "What?"
[RP]: Krystophan looks down to see Noran passed out on the ground.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'By Chaldan!!!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Now the drugs,' Czrel pushes Katric harder onto the ground.
[RP]: Katric struggles harder. 'HELP!!'
[RP]: Krystophan drops down to help revive his friend.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Filthy liar, I can smell Nyissan doses from miles!'
[RP]: Krystophan shakes his friend, trying to wake him.
[RP]: Noran groans and rolls over. 'Soo.. tired...'
[RP]: Krystophan mutters and stands up, giving Noran a quick kick to the stomach in order to wake him.
[RP]: (Kieralla): She storms down the street, looking back she sees a small line of smoke coming from the tavern's wall.
[RP]: Katric says 'No. I swear. I don't have drugs.' He looks around the room wildly.
[RP]: Noran says 'OOF! '
[RP]: Noran stands up, slightly more aware.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Wake up fool!'
[RP]: Noran says 'What was that for?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Czrel grabs Katric's bag. Suddenly something falls out of it..
[RP]: Noran says 'I passed out from using too much Will..'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'The young man there needs help!'
[RP]: Noran gasps in astonishment.
[RP]: Krystophan strides over to Czrel and grabs his cloak, dragging him away from the frightened man.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Leave the man alone!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Czrel looks up at the booming voice.
[RP]: Noran says 'A fitting punishment for his crime... hmmm..'
[RP]: Katric grabs at his bag but misses.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Doth thou need money that bad? Go the the temple like the other sorry drunks!'
[RP]: Katric says 'He ... he took my bag'
[RP]: Noran focuses his will on Czrel's cloths
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): A vial. Out in the open. And the knight steps on it.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel slaps his hand across his forehead. DOH!
[RP]: (Kieralla): She runs to a barrel, grabs a bucket, fills it with water and walks to the wall. Kieralla pours it on the outside wall, gets another bucket and walks into the tavern. Without a word she pours water on the smouldering wall.
[RP]: Krystophan hears a crunching under his foot and wonders what it was he just stepped on.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'You..' Czrel smells something burning.
[RP]: Kieralla storms back out of the tavern
[RP]: Katric cries out, this time in horror. He scrambled for his dagger, glaring at the stranger who'd tackled him.
[RP]: Noran intones 'be transparent!'
[RP]: Kieralla mutters 'couldn't see a snake if it bit him.'
[RP]: Krystophan looks for Czrel, but he appears to have disappeard.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Noran! What have thou done?'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Where my hands go?' Czrel wonders.
[RP]: Krystophan mutters something about stupid sorcerers.
[RP]: Katric grabs his dagger and stands, whirling in place.
[RP]: Noran sighs 'I appear to have made too much be transparent'
[RP]: Katric says 'Where is he? I'll kill him!'
[RP]: Krystophan glares at the young fool spinning and turning.
[RP]: (Noran): Part of the spell wears off, and Czrel's left kidney becomes apparent with a pop.
[RP]: Krystophan shouts 'SIT DOWN!'
[RP]: (Kieralla): Kieralla stands at the end of the building her back against the wall, embarrassed at her behaviour.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Czrel's voice rings out. 'Someone get him! He has dealings with Nyissans!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): A kidney floats about.
[RP]: Katric ignores the knight, and picks his bag off the floor.
[RP]: Krystophan looks at the kidney floating around.
[RP]: (Noran): The other kidney appears.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Noran, what have thou done now?'
[RP]: (Kieralla): she hears the broohaha in the tavern. Maybe she should see if there is need for her healing skills?
[RP]: Noran scuffs.
[RP]: Noran says 'I kinda, made him invisible'
[RP]: Katric notices the kidney, and a strange glint comes to his eyes.
[RP]: Noran says 'Parts of him are appearing!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Not me dumb metal head!' Czrel shouts. 'Him! The other Drasnian fella!'
[RP]: Katric stalks toward the kidneys, his dagger drawn.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Well reverse it!'
[RP]: Krystophan grabs the small man, pulling him behind him.
[RP]: Noran glares at the kidneys, gathering his will.
[RP]: Noran intones 'Become Purple!'
[RP]: Krystophan shouts 'I SAID SIT DOWN!'
[RP]: Katric squeaks as he is man-handled by the knight. He kicks the knight in the shins, bruising his toe in the process.
[RP]: (Noran): the merchant reappears, but with a purple tint.
[RP]: Noran says 'Oops... '
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): With a poof, Czrel reappears all drenched in purple smoke.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel coughs loudly.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel mutters something quietly to himself.
[RP]: Krystophan starts to cough as the smoke fills the room.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'Noran! You *cough* stupid *cough cough* Idiot!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Don't let him...' Czrel coughs. 'Get.. away..'
[RP]: Noran says 'Wait, I can fix it'
[RP]: Krystophan says 'NO! '
[RP]: Katric scrambles around the knight and runs for the door.
[RP]: Noran gathers his will at the smoke 'become transparent!'
[RP]: (Kieralla): As Kieralla debates going in, she sees purple smoke coming out of the window.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Czrel gives chase after Katric..
[RP]: Krystophan watches as the whole tavern begins to disappear.
[RP]: Kieralla grabs another bucket of water and goes back in the tavern.
[RP]: Krystophan looks around as the walls and ceiling have vanished.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): While on his way out of the fading building, Czrel slams into Kieralla.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'ack! '
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The bucket flies.
[RP]: Katric keeps running, skipping lightly around the girl in the doorway.
[RP]: Krystophan sees the bucket heading his way and dodges away from it.
[RP]: Kieralla gasps as the contents of the bucket drench her.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel curses and swears.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'YOU!!!! '
[RP]: Katric heads toward the back of the tavern. He'd lose the man in the dark, then slip back into the... invisible... tavern? He skids to a halt.
[RP]: Kieralla points excitedly at Krystophan!
[RP]: Merchant Czrel frowns.
[RP]: Noran passes out again from exhaustion.
[RP]: Krystophan runs toward the merchant and tries to tackle him....only to slip on the puddle of water spreading over the floor.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'I STILL see you druggie!'
[RP]: (Krystophan): A loud CRASH can be heard as the knight falls to the ground.
[RP]: (Noran): various parts of the tavern begin to reappear... the rafters... the door, the taps
[RP]: Kieralla says 'you stupid Mimbrate poured this water on me!'
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Czrel gets up from the puddle and dashes directly towards an invisible wall..
[RP]: Krystophan struggles to rise after having the breath knocked out of him from the fall.
[RP]: Kieralla laughs at Krystophan mercilessly.
[RP]: Krystophan says 'I did no such thing....'
[RP]: (Katric): Seeing an empty wine barrel, he makes a quick decision. He slips inside it, and pulls some random garbage over his head.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The purple merchant slams into an invisible.. Knocked out.
[RP]: Kieralla starts to laugh harder.
[RP]: Krystophan slowly rises to his feet, rubbing the bruise he gained from falling.
[RP]: (Noran): Where the merchant's head hit the wall, it flickers into being.
[RP]: Kieralla laughs so hard her breath comes out in gasps.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The barkeep is slack jawed.
[RP]: Krystophan looks over at the barkeep and shouts, "Call the town watch right now!"
[RP]: Katric can't help himself. He peeks over the rim of the barrel to see what's happening.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): 'Please good masters..' he mutters, begging for mercy.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'you ....look...like a big...metal...turtle!'
[RP]: Krystophan walks over to the merchant gasping for breath on the ground.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The barkeep is too shocked to do anything. His tavern just DISAPPEARED!
[RP]: Merchant Czrel snores loudly.
[RP]: Krystophan mutters at the situation at hand.
[RP]: (Noran): The barkeep is in fact so shocked he hasn't even noticed that he disappeared along with the tavern.
[RP]: Kieralla collapses to the ground in gales of laughter watching the Mimbrate flounder on the floor.
[RP]: Noran remains passed out.
[RP]: Katric notes the Drasnian who was chasing him was now on the ground. He slips out of the barrel and shakes the rest of the garbage out of his hair. Then he walk, nonchalantly, back into the half-visible tavern.
[RP]: Krystophan slowly rises to his feet, looking at the carnage around him.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel snores loudly.
[RP]: Krystophan walks over to Noran and throws him over his shoulder.
[RP]: Kieralla notices then her soggy hair and tunic.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien looks bewildered as he sees himself surrounded by carnage.
[RP]: Krystophan flips a gold coin to the barkeep as he passes by on the way to the stairs. "That is for the room. My friend needs to sleep this off apparently."
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien says 'Hmm... this might be a bad time to ask for an ale I guess...'
[RP]: Katric looks forlornly at the shards of his broken vial. He mourned its loss not for the contents, but for the gold it would cost him to replace it.
[RP]: (Kieralla): As her laughter subsides, she stands and looks at the barkeeper.
[RP]: Krystophan gets Noran to his room and throws his heavy ass onto the bed.
[RP]: Katric walks out of the bar and stands over the drasnian, who was still passed out on the ground.
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I need a room'
[RP]: Krystophan shuts and locks the door as he walks over to his room.
[RP]: Katric swears : #@*"*&^*#%@*&! !!!!!
[RP]: Merchant Czrel snores loudly.
[RP]: Kieralla tries to avoid the Mimbrate as she walks to her room.
[RP]: Krystophan watches the woman walk down the hall, wondering what snide remarks she feels the need to speak.
[RP]: Katric kicks the man savagely in the ribs, knowing it was dishonourable, but not caring. He spits at the inert form, then saunters off down the street.
[RP]: Kieralla unlocks the door, as the knight stands at the end of her hall.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel stirs from the pain on his sides.
[RP]: Krystophan gives the woman a nod farewell and enters his room, shutting the door behind him.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien notices Czrel lying on the ground.
[RP]: (Kieralla): As she closes the door she hears a clanking outside her door.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien walks over to help him up.
[RP]: Merchant Czrel coughs loudly.
[RP]: Krystophan starts to remove his armor, storing it away for another day.
[RP]: Kieralla locks her door tightly.
[RP]: Noran has dreams of purple smoke and his new room in the Shepherd halls.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The purple merchant wakes and stares at his hands.
[RP]: (Krystophan): As the knight begins to fall asleep, he realizes that he never did find out the name of the woman.
[RP]: (Daskar): All the while Daskar has been sitting at the bar watching the scene. He sees Czrel on the ground.
[RP]: Daskar snickers softly.
[RP]: (Kieralla): Discarding her drenched tunic, snuggles into bed.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Czrel mutters 'Remind me never to eat too much blackcurrants again.'
[RP]: Kieralla says 'I am such an ass, why be so rude?'
[RP]: (Daskar): Daskar walks over to Czrel and kicks him in the ribs and then walks out of the tavern.
[RP]: Kieralla falls asleep.
[RP]: Khuldir Ranlien chuckles 'Remember that dude...'
[RP]: Krystophan thinks 'Ahh well, I'll probably never see her again anyways'
[RP]: (Krystophan): With that thought the knight falls into a deep sleep.

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