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Dahreen Illurienne 09-02-03, 11:42 PM	((Note: this story line is not closed but it is very specific. Please leave a note on the thread "Anyone up for a good old fashioned murder mystery?" in the OOC general forum if you want to join)) In a place among spare trees with others growing, tall grasses, and rambling bushes and shrubs, lies a two story building that was once an inn. There was a fire there once, making some spots inside too weak to stand...but the outer walls still stand and more importantly so does the roof...scorch marks on the wood are the only outward sign of the reason for this building's abandonment. Over time this particular set of roads went out of use as wider, better made roads were built not far away, going the same direction. In that time none but plants and wood land animals have been within. There is no longer a clear passage to this inn...it has fallen out of memory. it cannot even be seen from the road. This day the sky is dark, almost black, with heavy storm clouds. A chill wind blows down that which is now the main road, not very far away... Thunder roars. The sky flashes. Rain pours down in sheets. ((The story begins here. Entrances everyone! :D Please have your responses end with the discovery of the building for now...actual order of entry is important and will be detailed later)) *** "Well that looks ominous," Dahreen Illurienne said peering at the sky. They were walking down a narrow path, along a gully, near a wood. The path ran parallel to the main road. "Ahh but don't we all...Look ominous that is love...Yeah? However I find that looks can be decieving. Who knows what new things await under bleak exteriors? The sage and the doomsayer's prophecy is the game for the oppourtunists yes? And besides...I nary wanted to be out much longer anyway...Let us find some shelter..." She smiled and her smile said I love you . Trand winks at her as he ties his cloak closer to him. His grey outline melds with the greying sky as he puts his halfmask back on. Who knows what sort of unwantables he might meet out here? She shivered in the cold wind. "At least this time it isn't our fault," she said as thunder sounded. the sky flashed and it began to pour. There appeared in Trand's sight, a roof. He chuckled softly...Then it caught him... "There."
Pasitte 09-02-03, 11:55 PM	Pasitte pulls up to the building in a rickshaw pulled by a large half-orc man. He orders the "driver" to stop and stands as it comes to a stop a few hundred feet from the building. He turns to the driver. "Ok, that'll do... I'll let you know when I'm done..." Pasitte approaches the building as the half-orc man pulls the rickshaw away. He stops when he comes near it and stares blankly at it for a momment. "This could not possibly be the right place... I just cannot deal with this..." Pasitte makes an iffeminate wave with his right hand as he finishes this. He lets out a soft yell as the rain begins to pour down. He pulls a yellow silk umbrella from his robes, pulls it open, and sheilds himself from the rain with it. ((Is that good?))
Prof. Plum 09-02-03, 11:58 PM	((^_^ and old white bearded gnome male. he is an acomplished scholar and cleric. he leads a monastary/university. he can be absent minded and forgetful at times, but make no mistake, he lives up to his title. latly hes ben expanding his area of knowledge to include the lore and spells of arcane magicks. those who know him would note hes been acting a little odd lately.. up late locking his basement labratory with him in it to do who knows what.. normaly hes very cheery, but lately.. hmm )) The Prof was in a wagon, riding down the main road. the storm started and his glasses got too wet to see through. he used the sleeve of his purple robe to wipe them off at a bad time.. his wagons left tire thuds into a large rock as he begins to drift from the road while it curves. his wooden tire shatters and his cart ends up lost in a fog. he takes the horse and looks for shelter, finding the old forgoten inn .oO(i wonder how dry it would be in there.. sadly a last resourt) he trys to tie his horse somewhere dry, but if he cant he'll let it get rained on and tie it to a sturdy looking post close to the building. he moves to enter the inn
Xerneth Karjen 09-03-03, 12:33 AM	A black carriage drawn by two black horses moves into view some distance, well over a few miles away from the building. The horses look as though they are about to move past when they suddenly stop, one of the doors flinging open and a figure stepping out of it. Clad in a black cloak, the man stands five and a half feet tall, the hood drawn up over his face concealing his features. A crossbow is slung over his right shoulder, covered in Abyssal runes and other fiendish markings. At his sides are a few pouches, barely visible in the dark sky underneath the cloak. He steps away from the carriage, thwacking a horse with the side of an axe that he produces and sinding it careening off into the distance. He reaches up underneath his hood and seems to wipe his mouth with his hand, then flicks it into the rain. He walks toward the building as a flash of lightning occurs, his eyes illuminating the shadows beneath his hood. Moving into the surrounding terrain, he vanishes from sight, moving as a shadow in the night, ignoring the rain and the storm at hand. Moving undaunted, he continues along his path until he catches sight of the building, a faint flash of white within his hood the only sign of a grin....
Arant 09-03-03, 12:34 AM	*As the sky darkens and weather grows dim, the lone male steps off the path he has followed to this end, his warm blue eyes on the shelter before him. The rising wind swirls about him, and for one moment blows his cloak aside, revealing the proud images of his Knighthood, those of the Crown, Kingfisher and Rose. With an indrawn sigh the Knight nods to those present, acknowledging their presence, his eyes intent on the task at hand. Though he says nothing, it seems he's alert, to whatever might come.*
Arant 09-03-03, 12:35 AM	*blasted double post*
Dontella 09-03-03, 12:56 AM	In the gathering dusk, the slim figure of the elf maid slips easily from the surrounding trees. Though she holds the brillant emerald cloak tightly to herself for warmth, in one hand she carries a basket of herbs and roots. Blast it all, the storm would catch me.. Paladine forbid.. Shaking her head she looks up, fiery curls bouncing merrily around her as she takes notice of the area about her. With a nod, she turns, and heads forward, to investigate the possible shelter ahead, the white of her robes nipping out beneath the hem of her robe merrily as she walks.
Acaed 09-03-03, 08:35 AM	((Sorry.))
Finwe 09-03-03, 04:16 PM	A lone figure apears off in the distance. Judging by where he cam from, he was not on any road. He walks in the rain no different than as if there had been clear skys. His windsewpt face survays the clump of trees. He sees the inn and nods, with a grin on his face. As he starts towards the clump of trees, a strange hump is visible underneath the back of his robes, as if there was something there. When he reaches the clearing, a flash of thunder lights up his face. He has White skin, and long white hair which blows in the wind. As he gets nearer, another flash strikes, making him visible once again. He has strangely black eyes, which no whites, and slightly pointed ears which betray his elven blood. When he reaches to trees, he seams to dissapear, almost as if he knew something about the area.......
Dahreen Illurienne 09-03-03, 04:40 PM	((Remember everyone ...at this point the posts should only go up to finding the building...don't enter yet. (Also please read the opening post carefully for what the building actaully is...the inn is no lopnger functional) You also don't necessarily see anyone else outside. In fact most of you don't. Edit if you have to. Please? There is a reason I am doing that...trust me! -Dahreen))
WraithOfHouseToHouse 09-05-03, 12:43 AM	There is a bright flash of light coming from a hill that overlooks the building. You can just barely make out a male hobgoblin, mounted on a white horse and dressed in flowing white robes and a wide brimmed hat, staring down. A light glows from behind him, shining through the darkness and rain. Gathered next to him are about 25 to 30 skeletal knights, clad in heavy plate mail, carrying lances. Their armor bears the insignia of an unknown kingdom. The hobgoblin man raises his staff into the air and gestures downwards towards the house. Suddenly, the bright white light tilts downwards, overwhelming unsheilded eyes. With the goblin in the lead, the rows of horses take off and begin to bare down the hill, running at full gallop... Yanen "Rohhaaaaaaaaaaan!"
Dahreen Illurienne 09-05-03, 01:59 AM	((Did I not specify that new players were to contact me, before simply posting? Wraithof Houseto House, if you really want to play, we need to talk first.))
MaliciousAngel 09-05-03, 01:09 PM	*cough*munchkin*cough* ((Seems likes they skipped town no? I tink it is safe enough for mas posts...I am pretty sure you all see each other huddled around the building now...))
Dahreen Illurienne 09-05-03, 01:14 PM	((Actually, we still wait for one more person. ))
Dahreen Illurienne 09-05-03, 05:30 PM	((allright...we are going to try and get started. He can show up a little late. This is the order of entry: Trand and Dahreen enter first, the building seemingly empty when they arrive. Dontella is the second to enter. Then Arant. Passite enters next. Then Prof. Plum, then Xerneth, then Finwe. Trand and Dahreen are UNSEEN by the others as they enter...we will be posting after most of you this time. Again there is a reason for the specifc order of entry...you'll see.)) As each person gets in out of the weather.... The interior of the burnt out inn is dank and musty, the only light is by the ligning flashing through the windows. If one could see...There are charred pieces of wood lying everywhere on the floor. Here and there the ceiling has caved in. Toward the back of the room are the remains of a bar, broken glass and broken dishes lie here and there. There is also a stair leading upwards in the back corner and a trap door behind the bar. ((Note, the order of entry will not be the same as the posting order perse. Just keep it in mind ;) The murder will not take place immeadiately! Other than that it is completely freeform from here on out! Enjoy! ))
Nugan 09-05-03, 05:44 PM	((Edit: I'm an idiot. Wrong name. Ignore.))
Pasitte 09-05-03, 05:45 PM	Pasitte ducks down and scurries into the house, waving his free arm from side to side. "Ick... Ick... Ick..." Pasitte arrives inside, closes his umbrella, and looks around. He sniffs the air and winces. "And Ick some more..."
Prof. Plum 09-05-03, 06:24 PM	plum enters and wipes off his glasses with his sleeve again. he looks up and notices people are here.. "Oh.. my.. Hello? am i intruding on something.. i came in thinking this would be vacant and unused.. heh. See my cart has been rendered useless and i wound up here looking for a place to get away from the storm." he smiles at Pasitte then looks to see who els is in the enterance room
Xerneth Karjen 09-05-03, 06:38 PM	The cloaked figure makes his way up to the doors, glancing around as if studying his surroundings. He strides up to the building confidently, a smirk flashing within the hood of his cloak as he reaches the doors. Prodding the frame of the entryway with one of his axes, he pushes open the door and steps in, muttering a few drowic profanities under his breath as some odd sort of smoke or mist flows out from beneath his hood and the bulk of his cloak. Uttering a few more words, the smoke ceases and he stops cursing, glancing around....
Dontella 09-05-03, 07:54 PM	Shaking her head, the elf maid pulls her cloak close, and moves inside the burned out shelter. With her head lowered it is impossible to see those around her, if any.. Goodness.. With careful footsteps she moves through the room, scooting into an out of the way spot near the once bar.
Arant 09-05-03, 08:01 PM	*Stops as he nears the building, and catches the door in hand, bowing formally to the Elven Lady as he pushes it open for her. For a moment his aze grows distant, as if he has recognized her face, but it is hard to tell with the way she has her head lowered.* .o O ( The night is fit for no man nor beast this eve, and yet I hesitate. No.. foolishness, what harms may come when a the presence of a Lady and the power of the Gods rests so near.. ) *Shaking his head he moves inwards, putting his back to the wall as he studies the threats and potentials of those present.*
Finwe 09-05-03, 09:48 PM	Is it just me, or have people been out of order? Xerneth should not have entered yet, as Prof. plum is still outside...
Prof. Plum 09-06-03, 12:47 AM	if i understood correctly she said in essesnce the posts need not go in order, as long as we keep in mind who went in when acording to the story. Personaly, i dont care in the first place as im tired of waiting for everything.. if that continues i will simply drop out. Yah yah i understand not everyone can be on all the time or when we need them and such, but i just dont feellike waiting.
Finwe 09-06-03, 09:32 AM	Guess I'll post then: "A strange figure suddenly apears in the Inn's clearing. It can not be determined whethe or not it is the same figure who had disapeared several minutes ago, but this one has the same strange moving lump underneath a cloak, and it apears to be alive. As the figure nears the inn, with a large grin on his face, he mutters something to hiimself, and his smile broadens. When he reaches the inn, he has a smile on his face that you would rather he not have, it seems to be almost diabolical. He enters the inn through the front door, the hump on his back swaying gently, and then still manicaly smiling, goes off to find some room..."
Dahreen Illurienne 09-06-03, 08:20 PM	((The player of Prof. Plum is correct. The order of posts does not matter as long as the order of entry is kept in mind. I know no one likes waiting...that is precisely why I said that! :) Thank you all for your patience thus far.)) A creaking can be heard on the stairway, and the sound of bootsteps. Dahreen walks into view at the bend in the stairs a flame flickering in the air above her hand. She chuckles. Trand was right, we do have company... "Good place to wait out weather," she says to everyone but no one in particular. "Isn't it..."
Janoive 09-06-03, 09:21 PM	A human male, Janoive, makes his way out into the clearing were the scorched building lies. He looks about it noting the other signs of damage. As he makes his way closer to the building he notices others have gathered here and keeps to himself as he makes his way into the burnt inn. His black trench coat covers most of his body leaving little of himself noticable, to a trained eye someone might notcie a flicker of metal beneath the coat. Thinks to himself This place has seen better days... Could he have been here? ((sorry for a dely in my posting Dahreen))
Xerneth Karjen 09-06-03, 09:26 PM	Pointedly disregarding anyone else being present for the moment, as long as they leave him alone to disregard them, he studies the burnt walls and the room around him. Snarling a bit, he kicks a piece of charred wood out of his way, sending it skittering across the floor with a clatter. He casts a glance out of a window, then turns back to look at the walls once more. The shadowed hood of Xerneth's cloak turns at the voice of Dahreen, still no facial features can be seen with the notable exception of the two pin points of red light. The lights narrow even further as though he were narrowing his eyes a bit, then smirks as he reaches for the flask at his side. Removing the cap, he raises it and takes a sip, then his face darkens, or at least it the expression does, just barely noticable as a flash of lightning outside the window provides some illumination on the elven features and the pitch black skin. He tosses the flask to the side, empty. . o O ( Of all the times to run out....In this hellhole....With this group of oafs.... ) He glances back toward Dahreen, "Yes....Just perfect....", he mutters half heartedly, and entirely sarcastically.
Dahreen Illurienne 09-07-03, 10:47 AM	She takes another step forward and raises her flame so as to spread the light. A lot of company....
Finwe 09-07-03, 10:58 AM	As the strange elf quietly wanders to another room, you notice him taking something strange out of his robes that you can not see, but you catch a glint of metal as he walks away, muttering: "this is perfect!"
jetbomb24 09-07-03, 07:36 PM	*In a cloak that just fits him; yet is well oiled against the weather, a boy of thirteen years pushes his way through the rain. He wears a squire's tunic and pants that fit well along with well worn and cared for boots. A irregular shaped bulge can be seen under his cloak on his back. Taking a moment to rest under a tree by the wayside, he notices the old inn and heads for it.* ((not sure where to come in, I think there's one other person ahead of me...))
Dahreen Illurienne 09-07-03, 10:52 PM	((Jetbomb, please wait for my email as to when your char arrives. Thanks! I'll get back to you soon. Meanwhile, to the rest of you he has not entered quite yet. ))
Pasitte 09-08-03, 02:16 PM	Pasitte glances at Dahreen and sniffs the air again. "No, no it isn't..." Pasitte removes a silk hankerchief from his pocket and holds to over his nose and mouth. "I swear if we breath in this seventy-year old air much longer someone's going to end up dead..."
Prof. Plum 09-08-03, 03:58 PM	"An odd storm it is.. i hadnt noticed any of the tell tale signs it would be this strong. Well in any case.." he turns to look to Dahreen "excuse me if i intrude on anything heh.. do you own this place?" .oO(i wonder what all thies people are here for.. maybe coincidence.. maybe not?..)
Pasitte 09-09-03, 01:05 PM	Pasitte stiffles a cough and looks to Plum. "No, I'm sure she's a squatter... If someone legitimately owned this hole they would have had it condemed decades ago..." Pasitte removes a pair of white gloves from his pocket with his free hand, and puts them on while supporting the hankerchief on his face with an elbow. "There... Now atleast I won't have too much skin exposed to gods know what that's floating around in this air..."
MaliciousAngel 09-09-03, 01:21 PM	Another man was walking about the rooms...He perched himself on a decaying table and looked around at his new company... "Well...Isn't it fun when the torries and whigs, do falter inside to protect their wigs..." He chuckles, as he packs a pipe...
Dahreen Illurienne 09-09-03, 01:27 PM	Dahreen laughs. "No no, we don't live here. Just in out of the rain like the rest of you." She moves over to the decaying table where Trand sits. She leans against the table, her practically weightless frame casuing not so much as a creak, and leans toward Trand in a familiar fashion. "You will have to explain that one someday." She turns back to those assembled. She chuckles at Passite. "This just isn't your day is it?"
Pasitte 09-09-03, 01:29 PM	Pasitte give the laughing people an annoyed look. "Oh yes, har har, we're all going to inhale toxic dust and die, har har har..." Pasitte begin to sigh, burt catches himself and holds his breath for a momment before forcing it out and sputtering.
Kirion Violatta 09-09-03, 03:05 PM	((was a in a hurry to post before having to get back to work this Janoive's player)) Janoive looks toward Dahreen and Acaed then to the others. everyone seems a bit to calm for such a tragic incadent... could of them be the one that has done this? mumbles slightly to himself.
Dontella 09-09-03, 06:42 PM	She looks up, hearing voices around her.. noticing those present perhaps for the first time. With a soft smile she nods, waving Arant over as she notices her old friend. That done, she focuses on the herbs in her basket, as the ice blue and silver trimmed runes on her white robes glimmer despite the dark air. Goodness.. but tis a foul evening. Though, I dare say, it isn't much better in here.
Pasitte 09-09-03, 07:00 PM	Pasitte looks from side to side again. "Well... If I'm going to die from inhalation, I want to be able to atleast see myself do it..." Pasitte makes a few gestures and points towards the ceiling, where a large orb of white light appears, illuminating most of the room. He looks around at his surrounding and clicks his tongue. "Now if only something could be done about those walls... What a terrible color..."
Xerneth Karjen 09-09-03, 07:37 PM	The cloaked drow glances about in the light Dahreen carries, smirking as he is now able to see his surroundings in color. He glances over each person present as he spots them, as though taking appraisal of their strengths and weaknesses with a mere look. (( Any who meet his eyes may feel a slight tug at their wills, but nothing more as he is only glancing, just a small note. )) He steps over to the husk of a bar and removes the canvas case from his belt, setting it out on the bartop as he slowly opens it, not making a sound, nothing inside the case visible yet.
Dahreen Illurienne 09-09-03, 07:48 PM	((Janoive, please note that A) the murder has not yet occured and B) Acaed had dropped out. )) Dahreen shifts her gaze to Xerneth, and then back to Trand. She makes an almost imperceptible gesture with her chin for him to watch... With the hand she is not leaning on, she unconsciously fingers her holy symbol.
Pasitte 09-09-03, 07:54 PM	Pasitte groans and moves to the bar, stepping as lightly on the floorboards as possible, and nearly skipping. "Maybe we can make a bit of something out of this..." Pasitte moves behind the bar and begins carefully sorting through bottles. "And how about that!" Pasitte emerges holding a dust-covered sealed bottle in his gloved hands. He removes another hankerchief and dusts it off. "Ha! Decent vintage and everything... Now, I just need a corkscew and a clean glass..." Pasitte looks from side to side and groans again at his surroundings. "Right..."
Xerneth Karjen 09-09-03, 08:00 PM	The cloaked drow opens the case up completely on the charred counter, revealing a wide array of tools that gleam in the flashes of lightning. He lifts up one particularly unusual looking scalpel, one with a hooked blade and a few small bards that reverse along one edge like extreme serrations. The scalpel gleams in the lightning flashes, a brilliant silver mixed with the tint of dark red liquid overtop, the color of fresh blood. He lifts a small white rag from his belt and cleans the blade carefully, his eyes focused on the implement and only the implement, as if off in his own part of reality that no one else can see or know. Once the blade is cleaned, he holds it up in the flashes of white light, letting the reflection flare through the darkened building, then replaces it into his case.
Pasitte 09-09-03, 08:04 PM	Pasitte looks across the bar at Xerneth's tools and winces. "Have I said 'ick', yet? ... You wouldn't happen to have a clean glass in that bag, would you? Although, I'm not sure I'd want it if you did..."
Xerneth Karjen 09-09-03, 08:25 PM	The drow smirks at Pasitte, "What do I look like, some sort of stemware merchant? I don't have any damn glasses in here, clean or otherwise. Though if you cut off a hand or something, I might be able to carve one for you." The last words he spoke while looking directly at Pasitte, his eyes glowing brighter with the red illuminescence, his features visible like cold stone as a flash of lightning makes his face more visible within his hood. He remains as such for a few seconds, then turns back to his bag of tools and cleans another scalpel.
Finwe 09-09-03, 09:37 PM	As the strange white figure walks by aparetntly lost in though, he spots the Drow, Xerneth. He seems to tremble for a moment, the bulge on his back visibly expanding, but seems to calm himself, muttering "yes, exactly the way I wanted it"
Pasitte 09-09-03, 09:51 PM	Pasitte shiver and turns away from Xerneth. "Well then...." Pasitte turns to the others. "Anyone else? I assure you its an execellant vintage, and I'll share it with the rest of you, even if you can't possibly apprieciate it..."
Prof. Plum 09-10-03, 01:00 AM	plum looks to pasitte and smiles he reaches into a pouch on his belt and withdraws a few cup/beakers. "well, their clean and possibly the best we'll get here"
Pasitte 09-10-03, 02:21 PM	Pasitte grins and claps his hands together before swooping his dropped hankerchief out of the air and placing it over his nose and mouth again. "Aha! Now we're talking!" Pasitte's pauses and gives Plum a worried look. "You haven't used those lately... have you?"
Xerneth Karjen 09-10-03, 04:59 PM	The drow smirks as he continues cleaning his tools, now moving on to a cruelly barbed hook about eight inches in length. He picks off a small bit of what seems to be some sort of meat that was lodged in the reversed spine and lifts it up beneath his hood as though smelling it. Lowering his hand, which if one looks close enough is now empty, he cleans the bloody substance from the hook. Moving on to the next few items, he begins to whistle an eerie, and to most, disturbing, tune.
Prof. Plum 09-10-03, 05:47 PM	Plum smiles "nope.. now then.. lets open it up and see how good it is.. Oh yes.. by the by, im Profersor Plum.. maybe youve heard of me?"
Pasitte 09-10-03, 06:59 PM	Pasittes nods, and waves his free hand emphatically. "Heard of you?! Have I ever heard of you! I've read all of your essays. You, my friend, are a genius." Pasitte stuggles uncork the bottle before sighing and setting it on the bartop. "Say Professor, you wouldn't happen to have strong arms to go with your strong mind, would you?"
MaliciousAngel 09-10-03, 07:59 PM	Trand smiles at the group...Looking from the shady docter, to the scholar, to the rest of the rag tag crew... "My friend, I do happen to have a corkscrew if that will ease the strain on your arms. I find I normally need one handy with my present companionship..." He shoots a warm smile at Dahreen and tosses the implement from a oddly convenient holster on the bandolier that crosses his studded leather...There is something quite odd about this gentleman. "Well...Such marryment over such a variety of strangers...Surely there is a reason to be about in such ghastly weather..."
Pasitte 09-10-03, 08:16 PM	Pasitte catches the corkscrew and uses it to open the bottle. He then takes the Professor's glassware and pours some for each person in the inn, handing to to them in turn. "Hey you go, if we have to inhale disgusting toxins we might as well be drinking pleasing ones..." Pasitte finishes handing out the wine, saying the largest vial for himself, and turns to Trand. "I was going to meet some... friends at a different inn, but my incopentant driver took me here and left before I could saw his mistake..." Pasitte moves his hankerchief to the side slightly, and takes a sip of wine.
Finwe 09-10-03, 09:40 PM	Once again, the strange figure walks by. This time however, he decided to sit down, staying far away from the dark elf. Bored with his surroundings, he strikes decides to inquire with Pasite: ""what friends were you meeting? your tone suggests something sucspicious"
Prof. Plum 09-10-03, 10:34 PM	Plum chuckles "Why thank you. nice to know someone actauly reads them he chuckles again. "it is indeed strange that so may happen to be here." he accepts and tastes the drink. he then looks over all he sees "An odd group at that.."
Pasitte 09-10-03, 10:57 PM	Pasitte glances at Finwe and shrugs. "Friends... You know, a bunch of the boys out for a beer at the local inn... Those kind of friends." Pasitte takes another sip of his wine, and looks around at the skeptical faces. "Come on, what part of that was so hard to believe?" Pasitte nods to Plum. "That it is Professor, that it is..."
Dahreen Illurienne 09-10-03, 11:11 PM	"Well that was nice of you..." she tells Trand in a low voice after he tosses the corkscrew. She stays close to him, deciding to listen rather than speak. Idly she watches the exchange between the gnome and the fop.
Arant 09-11-03, 05:30 PM	*The knight pauses a moment, then pauses, bowing first to the Lady Dontella, and second to Lady Dahreen, whom of which he is not acquainted with.* "Ah Lady Dontella, as ever it is a pleasure to see you again. tis luck then, that we are met in one another's company, and on such a dreary night." *Pausing to study the assembled a moment, he leans over and half whispers to her.* "Though I do not trust those we are gathered with to any ends. No worries, I'll see to your security Lady, and the other lass' if permitted." *With a half bow he nods, smiling to her.*
Dahreen Illurienne 09-11-03, 05:44 PM	Seeing Arant's bow out of the corner of her vision, she turns slightly and inclines her head to him. She turns back to Trand. "Any one here you know?" She whispers.
Xerneth Karjen 09-11-03, 06:12 PM	The drow smirks as he hears the gnome named Plum mention his scholarly work. He turns to face him, and in a cold voice, with a smirk on his face, he speaks. "Ahh, a Professor you say? Well, have you done any studies on anatomy?"
Prof. Plum 09-11-03, 06:21 PM	plum looks to xerneth with a smile. he walks over to him, making sure not to make eye contact "Why yes.. a few. something you want of me? or just being social?" Plum looks over the not yet cleaned gear and licks his lips discretely.
Pasitte 09-11-03, 06:27 PM	Pasitte gives Xerneth a supicious glance as he takes another sip of wine. "You're not even touching your wine... You know what a crime it is to let a glass of that quality go to waste? Its basically murder..."
Xerneth Karjen 09-11-03, 07:19 PM	The drow smirks at Pasitte's comment about the wine, "Do not concern yourself, it is not to my....tastes." He then picks up the vial of wine given to him , raises it outward, and tips it sideways, sending it to the floor with a slight splash before dropping the glass container as well and letting it shatter. He turns back to the Professor, "More of a question as to whether or not you've read A Thousand Ways to Flay a 'Flayer. A book on illithid physiology that I helped write....or rather....provided reference for." (( If it has been heard of, the book Xerneth speaks of was written roughly 200 years ago. ))
Prof. Plum 09-11-03, 07:24 PM	the prof. chuckles "my my.. thats an old book no? ive read it a few times i belive. interesting.. i hadnt assumed one such as you would have interest in such things but then again.. when one lives so long one runs out of things to do. heh" he looks down on his shattered beaker "well.."
Pasitte 09-11-03, 07:29 PM	Pasitte wimpers as the glass shatters. He gives Xerneth an angry look. "You are sick sir, sick!"
Xerneth Karjen 09-11-03, 07:31 PM	The drow sickers a bit, "Run out of things to do? Not hardly. It is my line of work. These tools are for that very purpose. These blades have trimmed the flesh from dozens of hundreds of bodies, some dead, some still living...." His face grows cold and his voice grows distant, as if his mind is elsewhere, "All to see the muscles layered over each other....The veins forming their network....The tendons and ligaments holding everything together....And then the live ones....To see the muscles twitch with life as they are exposed to the chill air of the operating room, to see the nerves responding to pain and agony...." He trails off and turns back to his tools, cleaning the last blade before turning back, grinning sadistically as he draws back his hood, revealing the drowic face that once was covered, "No, not running out of things to do at all."
Prof. Plum 09-11-03, 07:34 PM	the Prof grins darkly "indeed... indeed"
Xerneth Karjen 09-11-03, 07:36 PM	The drow eyes Pasitte coldly, "I'm sick am I? Perhaps you are the sick one, placing so much value on half rotting grape juices. It is more than unwise to surrender oneself to a mere beverage."
Pasitte 09-11-03, 07:41 PM	Pasitte glares at Xerneth and begins rolling up his sleeves. "Listen hon, I don't know who you think your talking to, but..."
Xerneth Karjen 09-11-03, 07:44 PM	The drow merely drops his right hand to his side, landing it on the crossbow with precision, the index finger placed squarely on the trigger as he raises it up and aims the stock at Pasitte's chest, "I suggest you back down right now or your silk robes are going to have a rather ugly blood stained whole in them."
Prof. Plum 09-11-03, 07:48 PM	Plum looks back to pasitte and then to Xerneth. "well well.. a lot of mess over a drink.." he steps back a bit to stand near a wall
Pasitte 09-11-03, 07:50 PM	Pasitte sniffs the air in indignation. "I'd watch your tone with me, hon. I'm not about to risk soiling my robes, but in thise case there's no risk involved." Pasitte flicks his right wrist, turning his hand upward, and reveals a spot of pastel blue light in the center of his palm.
Prof. Plum 09-11-03, 07:52 PM	.oO( well.. this will be worth a chuckle..)
Xerneth Karjen 09-11-03, 07:53 PM	The drow casts a quick glance at the Professor, not taking his eyes off of Pasitte as he does. He smirks as the bolt gleams like obsidian and he holds the crossbow steady. "Scary....I've seen pixies with more imposing spells. As for the risk....You don't know who I am, and you don't know what this bolt is....I'd call that a risk if I were you. One I would suggest not taking."
Pasitte 09-11-03, 07:59 PM	Pasitte shrugs. "I don't want trouble here, hon, but I'm not about to be intimidated by a man who thinks he can wear black and red together like that... Lets just save the attitude, and walk away." Pasitte closes his palm, puts his nose in the air, turns, and walks to the other side of the room.
Prof. Plum 09-11-03, 08:03 PM	plum chuckles "Well.. now that thats over.." he walks to a window "hmm.. the storm isnt leting up.. might be here for a good while.. i think i'll have a look around" he heds carefully upstairs and through a door
Xerneth Karjen 09-11-03, 08:04 PM	The drow smirks as the only red he wears is actually from blood stains, keeping his crossbow leveled until Pasitte stops on the other side of the room. He then slowly lowers it, keeping it loaded and with his right hand resting on the trigger lever as he leans back against the husk of the bar, replacing the case of tools at his side with his left hand.
Finwe 09-11-03, 10:54 PM	Seeing the fight stirring, Finwe goes to the room that he had aparently chosen, and retrieves something that can not be discerned from a crossbow or a normal bow. "You had better not try anything like that again, either of you" he says as he walks back in the room, the bulge on his back twitching as always, "Or you might not like the consequences." He eyes Xerneth expecialy menacingly "we wouldn't want something bad to happen to any of us, would we?", he says with a grin.
Dontella 09-11-03, 11:09 PM	With a glance up, she smiles, nodding softly. Tis good to know ye are here old friend. Though I've no need of aid, tis always nice to have someone I trust near at hand... yet methinks, a fight is brewing. With a simple nod, she indicates Xerneth, Pasitte, and Finwe
Xerneth Karjen 09-12-03, 06:59 AM	The drow smirks at Finwe and his bow. He holds back a snicker as he speaks, "It seems the hunchback has gotten himself a weapon. Amazing how a weapon can lead to one who has no idea what they are getting into toward being rather hasty." He looks directly toward Finwe with utter confidence, trying to lock eyes with a gaze that seems to look into the very soul, cold and emotionless, without so much as a shred of humanity, "Now, have some common sense and put that down before you get yourself hurt."
Pasitte 09-12-03, 11:21 AM	Pasitte shakes his head at Xerneth and turns to Finwe. "See what I had to deal with sir? The man has no sense at all. Like I said, he's sick... He's going to hurt someone if something isn't done about him."
Finwe 09-12-03, 04:17 PM	Finwe meet's Xerneth directly in the eye, his face remaining deadly calm, his peircing eyes dueling with Xerenth's. "No, we wouldn't want anyone getting heart, because that would mean you would try to disect their body just so that you could try to see what their colon looks like. I doubt that even you have seen as much nlood as I have. Have you ever seen your own?" with that, he knocks an arrow and aims it at Xerneth.
Xerneth Karjen 09-12-03, 09:57 PM	The drow sneers, "My own blood....Have I seen my own blood? Are you kidding me?" With that, he reaches into his case of tools and withdraws a simple scalpel, raising it to his face and slicing into his cheek, not flinching a bit as the line is drawn into his flesh, seeming to be deep as a slight scraping noise is heard. A thin trail of blood seeps down the side of his skin, his eyes unblinking yet glowing brighter with the red luminescence. He smirks, "Yes....I've seen my own blood. Have you seen yours?"
Finwe 09-13-03, 12:03 AM	"Far too many times, and almost as many mixed with the blood of others. If it should mollify you, then you sahll know that most of that blood has been of your kindred; I can not count the amount I have slain. Let us stop our pointless bickering however, and enjoy the company of these fine people, who have done nothing to you, only being kind, while you rejected them with disrespect. I shall warn you however, one wrong move and your blood shall flow like a river."
Xerneth Karjen 09-13-03, 12:13 AM	The drow simply smirks, the slice on his face sealing shut and healing over without even a gesture. The wound closes and heals in a startlingly quick time frame, barely five seconds. He replaces the scalpel in its place carefully and recloses the canvas kit. "My kindred? I have no kindred. If you mean the drow, I too have disected many and watched their faces twitch as the life drained from their bodies. They are no kindred of mine. You speak as though you know of whom you address; you assume too much."
Finwe 09-13-03, 01:38 PM	"I assume? What did I assume? I merely stated that I have slain countless hundreds upon hundreds of Drow, of which you are the same race. You are far from any respecable drow; you are lucky I didn't kill you when I first saw you."
Prof. Plum 09-14-03, 12:41 AM	plum walks to a balcony overlooking the room and says "Yes. You assumed our friend here is drow.. he once was.. but not anymore to be sure." plum smiles down "a rather gloomy place this is.. with or without light. but anyway.. we shall be here for a while.. so might aswell all get introduced no?" plum hops off the balcony to the floor and looks around to all he sees. "So then.. who are all of you" he smiles "As you know by now i am prof. plum.. "' he waits for the others to introduce themselves
Xerneth Karjen 09-14-03, 03:43 AM	The drow smirks as he glances up at Plum, "You really are a genius....Precisely, I am a drow no more, but that is not a matter of anyone's concern but mine, unless they happen to get in my way." He glances back toward Finwe and Pasitte both as he speaks the last few words, emphasizing his meaning. He then looks around to the others present, "I am....X. That is all you need to know, and all that you will know. I strongly advise that anyone having an issue with that hold their tongues or it will fall upon me to cut them out for them so that they can hold them." He then grows quiet once more, leaning back more against the husk of a bar and slowly folding his arms over his chest, keeping his right arm over his left.
Finwe 09-14-03, 11:52 AM	"So, you are no longer a drow? you have become even more of a montrosity by taking undeath upon yourself. I shall have no further quarrell with you, for it is unnecesary." Finwe then turns to the others: "I am called Finwe, I have been wandering these lands for quite some time now, searching for an elven colony that was atacked by drow around 100 years ago. Strangely enough, I have had the misfourtune to not only come upon one, but to have to sleep in the same building as an undead one. I guess that I can always look on the bright side; I like garlick."
Dahreen Illurienne 09-14-03, 04:10 PM	((Note: There is no balcony in the room. Please stick to the given descrips. If you need more ask. Prof. Plum...leave it. There is no balcony but there are some pretty huge rafters so all is well. Just remember for future refrence, ok?))
Dontella 09-14-03, 09:36 PM	Shaking her head, she stands, resting a slim hand on Arant's arm as she looks between those in conflict. Gentlemen, assuming ye are of course gentlemen, I would ask of ye to try for civility, since we are all gathered here in the growing storm... Please. This said, she lightly brushes back the hood of her cloak, and shakes out the long masses of fiery red curls. Smoothing the green cloak she nods, trying to make the best of the situation she can.
Prof. Plum 09-14-03, 09:45 PM	((ah but never in the descript did it say there wasnt one ;) . I assumed as the inn had two floors there would be someplace from the second to look down onto the first for instance an area after the stairs that had a gaurdrail from which one could look down. i didnt think the stairs just left the area altogether))
Pasitte 09-14-03, 09:55 PM	((I know, I know. I was at home over the weekend and didn't get the chance to make any replies. Sorry.)) Pasitte opens his mouth to say something, andwatches Xerneth cut into his face. "Ick..." Pasitte faints. ((There, that helps explain my absence some, I hope.))
Xerneth Karjen 09-15-03, 06:11 AM	The drow smirks, just now noticing the passed out Pasitte. He mutters to himself annoyedly and just barely loud enough for anyone near him to hear, "Weak minded fop...." He continues to glance around his surroundings, sneering darkly as he hears Dontella's words, then just shakes his head, growing quiet as he sets his crossbow down on the bartop, unfolding his arms and resting them on the hafts of the axes at his sides.
MaliciousAngel 09-15-03, 02:03 PM	Trand lazily shakes his head at the mounting tensions. "Well, so much for good company and civility..." He looks about the room again and delays on a couple of characters... "It should seem that I fourtunately do not have the pain of this company in other circles. But then again, it may very well be pleasure. Who am I to say? One mans junk I suppose..." He smiles lightly...Oh what horrific things. Even beneath the meekest exterior. Why did he always have to meet the odd ones?
Dontella 09-15-03, 11:56 PM	Sighs, then gathers her robes about her and moves over to Pasitte. Kneeling beside him, she curls her fingers about his wrist * attempt * checking for a pulse. .o O ( at least they stopped arguing.. )
Pasitte 09-15-03, 11:59 PM	Pasitte squirms as his pulse is checked and his eyes flicker open. "Ick... That was..." Pasitte realizes that he's lying on the floor, jumps to his feet, and begins jumping around the room, swatting at his robes. "Ick! Ick! Ick! Ick! and Ick!"
Dahreen Illurienne 09-16-03, 01:43 AM	Dahreen half watched the to do between the...well gods knew what Xerneth was...the elf and the fop. It didn't look serious...yet. She grins at Trand's comment, but it is a shallow grin. The rain was pounding outside, soaking all the rotted or burnt wood near the windows and dripping down like a tap from the upper floors along the walls. Thunder crashed...almost in perfect time with the lightning. This building will not stand another fire...and we will not stand one...we have to leave. She was about to say this...when suddenly the distinctive patter of hail mingled with the rain. It was very loud...nearly overpowering the fops fresh wave of yelling... ((Ok I imbedded this descrip in the post here, but it still counts as general descrip! ))
Janoive 09-17-03, 06:07 PM	Janoive shakes slightly at the change of weather as he looks about to see what the others notice in the strange change.
Prof. Plum 09-17-03, 06:22 PM	plum mutters, the sound drowned out by the hail "well. what a freindly group" plum analizes the roof, seeing if something would be needed to keep it up, maybe he could cast enough walls of force or such
Dontella 09-17-03, 06:48 PM	Glancing upward at the onslaught of hail, she sighs and straightens, smoothing out her robes. .o O ( Paladine help me, I've no wish to stay here a moment longer, between the arguments and the storm.. all I want is to be home safe.. ) Frowning, she scoots back to Arant, ducking behind him as she moves away from the rest. We should go... please.
Arant 09-17-03, 07:07 PM	* Tilts his head at the Lady, then shakes it, a negating motion.* " We dare not leave, the hour and weather grows worse, and it would be by far more dangerous outside than in. No worries, I will hold you safe from the riff-raff that has collected here." *With a nod he folds his arms together, like a human shield now.*
Pasitte 09-17-03, 07:47 PM	Pasitte calms himself, pulls a new silk hankerchief from his robes, and places it over his face. He grimaces, removes the hankerchief, takes a small perfume bottle from his robes, sprinkles a little on it, and places it back over his face. "I swear, the oders here are even seeping through my clothes... Its terrible.." Pasitte turns to Dontella. "Oh and thank you for your concern ma'am. Its good to see not everyone here is a violent lunatic... You aren't a violent lunatic, are you?"
Finwe 09-17-03, 08:29 PM	We should at least try to light a fire; it must be cold in here for all of you. Of course, we shoudl be carefull not to build it near any flamables, as I don't think this inn could stand another fire.
Dontella 09-17-03, 10:40 PM	Blinks, and looks over at Pasitte, peeking out from behind Arant to do so, seeming even smaller than her usual waif-like self beside the Knight. I am a Cleric of Paladine.. and being loyal to his doctrines of peace and charitable good will, think it rather difficult for me to be a violent lunatic.. She then glances at Finwe a moment, frowning. I do not suggest a fire in this building Sir, unless ye can find a secure hearth to build one within. Thought the good Knight speaks truth about the condition outside being worse than that within, I do not think ye should attempt to exacerbate the situation we now find ourselves sharing.. Also, without a hearth and chimeny, the room will soon fill with smoke, and choke those who were breating the air within. Sighing then, she smoothes her cloak, the heavy dark green material allowing the hint of her snowy white robes to be visable beneath.
Xerneth Karjen 09-18-03, 04:47 AM	X picks up his crossbow and silently steps about the room, actually fading from sight momentarily as he passes through a shadow, though when he reappears, the crossbow is not in his hand, and it clearly isn't in the shadows either, but absent entirely. He glances about at the details of the room without so much as a word, his face perfectly calm to those who can see it. He appears to be muttering to himself in inaudible tones however, his lips just barely moving but no sound being heard. (( Casting a Haste spell )) Then suddenly, and completely without any sort of telegraphing of his movement, his hands flick down to his case of tools, flicking back moments later in a blur of ebon within the shadows. The whole motion took no more than a split second, his already impressive speed being enhanced. He glances around and steps through another shadow, this time fading from view completely. Moments later, he reappears behind Finwe, a scalpel held in his right hand and another in his left. He lashes out with the right handed one, aiming to take a slice of his target's right ear off. This is followed in almost perfect timing with the left hand aiming to jab the second scalpel into Finwe's right shoulder, just above the shoulder blade.
Prof. Plum 09-18-03, 05:52 AM	plum's expresion goes blank and his eyes gaze becomes far away. He falls to a siting position with his mouth hanging open and doesnt move.
Finwe 09-18-03, 06:02 PM	After he feels the Scalpel chink against his concealed armour, Finwe leaps up with almost supernatural speed, throws of his cloak, revealing Brilliant white wings, at the same time drawing a gleaming white sword, swinging it in a wide arc towards Xerneth, aiming for his collar bone.
Pasitte 09-18-03, 06:14 PM	Pasitte takes several steps away from the fight, positioning himself near a wall, and moves his free hand behind his back. "Oh dear..." Pasitte reaches into his spell component pouch and begins gesturing behind his back. ((Pasitte is casting a buffing spell on Finwe (his player's choice). :smirk: )) ((Edit: Note: Pasitte is a socerer, so the buff should be appropriate to that. Oh, and my DnD ignorance is showing, so I won't try to suggest one.))
Xerneth Karjen 09-18-03, 08:01 PM	(( Just a note, don't assume that a hit will connect. And also, X does not look frail, but he's actually covered by his cloak, so there's no way for anyone to know either way.... )) X smirks as the sword does not connect with him, but rather passes through the air his Hasted form was once in. In a blur, he darts backward, chanting in abyssal and drow in a horrible sounding blend of intonations and inflections, his drowic accent thick in the demonic language. He drops his scalpels to the floor as he moves and chants, his hands flash in the air before him, a blur of black in the shadowed room, making several gestures of divine magic. (( Those familiar with the languages would be able to piece together that X is chanting a prayer, of some sort.... )) As he finishes his chant, he extends his right hand, outstretching the palm and splaying the fingers wide as a cone shaped spray of black energy launches forth like a mass of swirling, cloying shadows aimed at engulfing Finwe. (( He's using a form of negative energy, a cone effect about 20 ft long and 20 ft wide at the widest. It's on par with a fireball as far as damage is concerned, but a slightly more powerful spell, and correspondingly more difficult to avoid. ))
Finwe 09-18-03, 08:47 PM	As the Cone nears Finwe, he is shielded by a white glow, the spell only affecting him partially. He then leaps out with surprising speed for someone in armor, and Cries: "For Illarimen!" the blade flashing white, so radiant that it seems to outshine the lightning outside, the sword colliding with Xerneth, making a sickening crunch as his bones break. (power atack and holy smite, not neccesarily leathal, but a lot of damage, if it hits, it might not, just put the "sickening crunch" part for flavor). As he strikes, he whispers to Xerneth: "Your obsession with blood can not be sated by any other than your own; you shall taste the bitterness of redemption for your crimes"
Prof. Plum 09-18-03, 09:13 PM	Plum realized what pasitte was doin and jumped to his feet. he charged at him with a crazed look in his eyes and jumped, trying to cling on and bite him. Plum isnt a vampire or anthing, just a gnome so if he does bite him nothing will realy happen.
Pasitte 09-18-03, 09:45 PM	Pasitte lets out a soft scream in suprise when Plum bites him. He drops his spell component pouch and tries to shake him off his arm. "Eeeeeeek! Stop! Stop! Pleeeeeease, stop!"
Prof. Plum 09-18-03, 09:50 PM	plum hold on to the bets of his ability as hes fung around but eventualy flys off into Finwe, knocking him into a wall hard enough making him drop his sword. plum stands on all fours and runs to attac pasitte again
Pasitte 09-18-03, 09:54 PM	Pasitte sighs in relief as he shakes off plum, and then screams softly again when he sees his spell component pouch on the floor. "No, no, no, no, no.... Now I'll have to....gods.... I'll have to pick it up!" Pasitte leans down to pick up his spell compent pouch just as charged again, dodging Plum by inches.
Prof. Plum 09-18-03, 09:56 PM	plum eeeps and slams through a weak point in the wall and into the next room where he lies dazed
Finwe 09-18-03, 10:04 PM	[edit]
Prof. Plum 09-18-03, 10:06 PM	OOC: just showing how annoying ato hits are wether plosible or not. IC: plum is not grabed and does as i said in my last post
Xerneth Karjen 09-18-03, 10:07 PM	(( Finwe> As I mentioned previously, don't assume that your attack will connect, this board uses Freedom of Destiny, it's not your choice to make whether or not my character is injured. I will gladly take damage when the phrasing allows for choice. )) X's cloaked form disperses into black mist just as the sword is about to strike him. The sword catches only the cloak, which is ripped apart as the mists swirl about the floor. The supposed sickening crunches merely an auditory illusion of the sound of ripping leather and a clap of thunder. As the whispers are made, X reforms, uncloaked and rearmed with his crossbow in his right hand and an axe in the left, the crossbow loaded and aimed at Finwe, though he makes no move to attack.
Dahreen Illurienne 09-18-03, 10:20 PM	Dahreen surveys the fight form her place by Trand... This is not helpful Watches...in case some harm is actually done... ((Ok...Finwe, pending my answer to your question, you may have to edit a bit. Meanwhile...to all, if you are going to say things OOC, bracket them off so there is no confusion. Thanks))
Finwe 09-18-03, 10:21 PM	OOC: sory, posted at the same time ;) IC: Finwe, seeing Xerneth's crossbow, Instead of atacking, Sit's down and begins to mutter, although unless you understand celestial, you can not hear what he is saying. A burst of white envelop's Xerneth, and although no aprent harm is done, his spells seem to falter and...... OOC: that was an area dispell magic, but I left the dispelling part to you
Dontella 09-18-03, 10:27 PM	Blinks, and scoots further behind Arant, disappearing behind him as she does.. the sound of a soft feminine voice raised in prayer might be heard a moment, though nothing apparently changes. The observing eye might notice the slim hand crossing over a ornate medallion depicting the Platinum Dragon, Paladine.. and a soft glow curling about her fingers a moment as it does, the only indication something has changed.. (( From her medallion, she has cast Sanctuary 10' radius... and her personal defenses, I'll post those if they come into play.. and if you have questions on Sanctuary, just ask. ))
Xerneth Karjen 09-18-03, 10:53 PM	(( Much better. Thank you for the choice provision. :) )) X's movements seem to slow back to normal, his Haste spell disappearing. Whether any other spells have been removed is unclear, as that is the only apparent difference to the eyes. He keeps his eyes and his crossbow trained on Finwe, unwaivering in his firing stance. The shadows around him concealing his form, though some with the ability to see in the dark would notice that his case of tools has gone missing, fallen off of his person at some point. His second axe is in still in place, and now visible on his chest is a metal disk bearing the symbol of a tarantula sitting on the side of a dagger's blade over an eight pointed spider web. Also now visible is that he is far from being frail, his frame seeming muscular. He rests the stock of the crossbow on his left forearm as he holds the weapon steady, the obsianous arrowhead gleaming in a flash of lightning and pointed directly at Finwe. He holds his finger on the firing mechanism, but doesn't pull, just keeping the weapon ready. Meanwhile, the tools are resting somewhere in the shadows near where his tattered cloak landed, the case covered by the shredded leather, not visible by the naked eye.
Finwe 09-18-03, 11:12 PM	Finwe, seeing the pointlessness of the fight, adresses Xerneth in a diplomatic fashion: "Come now, tis clear that niether of us shall be getting the upper hand any time soon. This incensant fighting is pointless, and will serve no end. Should you insist on fighting however, you will not like what may happen." With that, he sheathes his sword, looking straight into Xerneth's eyes, unblinking, and unmoving. (he does, however, ready an action to use holy smite on Xerneth if he fires the corssbow).
Arant 09-18-03, 11:17 PM	*Frowns, and straightens up in front of the Lady. WIth a well noticeable gesture, he rests his hand on his sword hilt, should the fight near the pair of them. With a sideways glance at Dahreen, he nods, making sure she also is in no danger. He does not act, but is ready if he must.*
Finwe 09-19-03, 07:27 PM	Finwe still waits for Xerneth's reply, his spell still ready to be unleashed should Xerneth make a wrong move......
Prof. Plum 09-20-03, 01:31 AM	Plum Crawls back into the room from the hole he made, holding his head. he stands and looks around with the loud hail its doubtfull anyone heard him ask "Uhhg.. what happened?" which in anycase he asked more to himself than the others
Xerneth Karjen 09-20-03, 01:54 AM	X merely smirks, "Perhaps it is pointless, but the blood of such a holy one as yourself being spilled at my hands is enough point for me. However, as my continuing this fight could very well cause this godsforsaken building to collapse, I will cease so....For now." With that, he steps to a corner, still facing those in the room as he leaps up, setting his feet against the walls, one on each side. Whereas one should fall to the ground in such a way, he manages to stand and crouch. He takes up a perch, keeping the crossbow held as normal, though not pointing it at anything, just watching as he slowly inches backwards up the wall to rest his shoulders against the chadowed ceiling. His eyes flare red as he glances around once more, and his smirk widens, revealing two long, gleaming white points among his upper teeth.
Finwe 09-20-03, 11:46 AM	Finwe, seeing Xerneth calm down, lowers his head in prayer, perhaps casting another spell. However, when he's done, nothing seems to happen. (Emailed Dahreen what I was doing)
Janoive 09-20-03, 07:07 PM	Janoive chuckles to himself as he watches the fight from his spot on the wall. o O (This is getting amusiong)
Dontella 09-20-03, 10:23 PM	With a sigh, she glances up again to once more study those present, a soft prayer to Paladine on her lips as she does. .o O ( Let this Eve, pass with all speed, honored Father. )
Pasitte 09-21-03, 10:16 PM	Pasitte scowls at Plum. "What just happened? You left midget incisor marks in my robes! Not to mention my right arm! That's what!" Pasitte sniffs the air, scowls again, and moves to the least occupied part of the room.
Prof. Plum 09-21-03, 10:58 PM	Plum looks to pasitte with shock. "What!? you must be joking.. but.. huh." he then looks to X. "It must have been him.."
Pasitte 09-21-03, 11:01 PM	Pasitte shoots Plum an annoyed look. "I think I know who bit be.... And it wasn't him... yet..."
Prof. Plum 09-21-03, 11:03 PM	Plum looks to Pasitte "no no.. i mean: He must have possed my mind and made me do that.."
Finwe 09-21-03, 11:54 PM	Perhaps he did, and perhaps he didn't. Nevertheless, we need to keep watch over him.
Prof. Plum 09-21-03, 11:58 PM	"... What do you mean by 'perhaps he didnt' .. thats just .. well. To think one like me would bite someone like that and end up through a wall is simply absurd"
Finwe 09-22-03, 12:23 AM	Perhaps there is another in here who is less than scrupulous, I dod doubt however, that you did that on your own accord, as one such as yourself would never do such a thing.
Xerneth Karjen 09-22-03, 06:15 AM	X simply smirks as he listens to what he considers to be pointless prattle among the livestock. He shakes his head, holding back a chuckle. He takes out a rag from his belt and polishes the crossbow, looking so intently at it that he might as well be having a conversation with an old friend. As he cleans the iron crossbar, he begins to mutter softly, barely audible, "Children, children everywhere, and everyone in pain. Children, children everywhere, who soon shall go insane. Children, children everywhere, who try to run in vain. Children, children everywhere, let the blood begin to drain." At his last words, he can no longer hold back the chuckle and lets out a snicker, the snicker of a sick and twisted mind with a hideously warped sense of humor.
Pasitte 09-22-03, 02:09 PM	Pasitte gives Xerneth a phony laugh. "Ha, ha... Wait, that's not funny... at all..." Pasitte turns to Plum. "Maybe you were right about that mind take-over thing...."
Finwe 09-22-03, 08:51 PM	"Children, children everywhere, and everyone in pain. Children, children everywhere, who soon shall go insane. Children, children everywhere, who try to run in vain. Children, children everywhere, let the blood begin to drain." Be carefull what you say Xerneth; your poem states nothing about who's blood begins to drain. The children may run in vain, but you kill them in vain, for their blood does not go away, it remains on your hands until your death, at which time your blood shall wash away all of of your victims'.
Prof. Plum 09-22-03, 09:42 PM	Plum didnt hear X as he said that barely audible drown out by the loud hail storm to his ears.
Finwe 09-22-03, 11:21 PM	Well, I'm getting tired, and this may not seem wise, but I am going to bed. *goes off to another room in the inn*
Xerneth Karjen 09-23-03, 03:12 AM	X smirk-sneers at Finwe, arcing a single white eyebrow as he is addressed by his full first name, considering he only gave an initial to be known by. . o O ( ~closed to thought detection and telepathy~ A fool who managed to guess my name....Either that or I've become that recognizable....Either way....perhaps he should be silenced.... ) His eyes narrow as his rhyme is stated, his face looking a bit curious at the senses that would be needed to have cought that much detail of the verse. He then half grins, but it's a dark, sadistic grin to say the least, "So, the heavenspawn has good ears....All the better to be placed in a trophy case....Right next to the heart of that aasimar priest and the hand of that damn fool hound archon." He folds his arms over his chest, letting the crossbow hang on his shoulder once more as he cracks his neck by turning his head in place, actually seeming rather relaxed.
Prof. Plum 09-23-03, 10:41 PM	Plum yawns. "Well.. i have no will to sleep either here or now.besides.. the storm has to let up sometime.."
Finwe 09-24-03, 12:17 AM	"So, the heavenspawn has good ears....All the better to be placed in a trophy case....Right next to the heart of that aasimar priest and the hand of that damn fool hound archon." I HEARD THAT! ;)
Xerneth Karjen 09-24-03, 04:05 AM	X smirks, his face losing the humor present as he does, his voice taking on a pointedly sarcastic tone as he speaks, looking toward Finwe, "Oh, so your ears picked up on that? You heard that, did you? Well, guess what, you were meant to. Good thing those ears work when the words are being spoken without secrecy." He then pointedly turns his face away from Finwe now as he gestures in the air before him, still crouching on the wall by the cieling. He mutters in the dialect of combined drow and abyssal, casting a spell. Within moments, a new cloak forms hanging from his hands, which he quickly places around himself, then returns to his normal, seemingly relaxed state.
Finwe 09-24-03, 03:30 PM	OOC: that was a joke, not meant to be taken seriously, hence the ;)
Dontella 09-24-03, 06:23 PM	Sigh softly, and pulls her cloak tightly around her, and sinks down to sitting on the floor. Bowing her head, she carefully sorts through the herbs in her basket.
Xerneth Karjen 09-25-03, 07:34 AM	X looks once more to the crossbow, his head tilted a bit strangely as if in though. He remains as such for a moment, seeming as though in conversation once again, and perhaps that is precisely the case, though it cannot be determined by looking at him or by spells. He smirks and changes the bolt that is loaded, placing one with a tip of red marble in place of the obsidian one, the bolt gleaming like fire in the end of the stock.
Prof. Plum 09-26-03, 01:04 AM	plum looks between them. "gentelmen.. maybe you shoukd take this outside.. its dark, no one could get in the way, and im sure a little hail and rain is nothing to you two.. You bolth cannot co-exists som one must eliminate the other, right mr. X?"
Finwe 09-26-03, 05:41 PM	OOC: FYI, I am not currently inside the room plum, I am in another room in the inn.
Prof. Plum 09-26-03, 05:51 PM	((acctualy. you never said you left the room, only IC that finwe said he was going to bed.))
Finwe 09-26-03, 07:10 PM	(ok, I forgot to do that, but my email to dahreen says that I did, I meant to write that, but forgot)
Xerneth Karjen 09-26-03, 07:29 PM	X remains in his crouching place, smirking to Plum, "Indeed, if two cannot coexist, then one must invariably eliminate, or remove, the other. It is a matter of evolution and alteration; the strong survive, the weak suffer until they dwindle from thought. The strong must punish the weak for their ineptitude, cull the weakness to prevent it from spreading, thin the herd, so to speak. The removal of weakness is a service done for the betterment of all of creation, is it not, Professor?"
Prof. Plum 09-27-03, 02:38 AM	plum simply smiles "Superbly put." he looks to finwe who has not left the room yet "anything to say?"
Xerneth Karjen 09-27-03, 02:54 AM	X smirks and nods in return to Plum, also glancing toward Finwe's direction, speaking with a voice that possesses palpable sarcasm, "Yes, oh holy and just winged one, what do you have to say on the subject?"
Finwe 09-27-03, 08:43 PM	Finwe, Stiring from his extremely light slumber at hearing X adress him, he decides to try to resolve the conflict without any further bloodshed: "Perhaps if you were merely to sate your lust for blood for just a night, your death would not be imminent. However, perhaps we should both take an oath to not harm one another unless provoked. Of course, such an oath would have to be made magicaly binding......"
Finwe 10-08-03, 08:30 PM	Or perhaps you would rather settle this in a more physical manner......