Order of the Dark Flame: The Adventures Continue (no spam-story)

Yshania · Post by **Yshania** » Tue Oct 09, 2001 3:47 pm

Yshania heard a scream then some frantic scrabbling before being suddenly dumped to the ground, the wind uncontrollably knocked out of her..

'er..oops' she managed, highly embarrassed. As she tried to help the woman off her, Yshania realised it was the dazed mage she had followed into the room.

'Clumsy Elf' Yshania muttered to herself while trying to untangle their limbs, momentarily hoping that smooth skinned arm over there was her own, before she noticed it move of it's own accord. As they tried to pull away her button caught. Yanking it, it came free, pulling some material with it. Ysh looked down at her shirt as the button dropped and it gaped. Clutching the two halves of her shirt together she blushed again 'erm...ah...'

Yshania scrambled to her feet, muttering her apologies as she noticed the gaping tear in the mage's skirt. At that point a female fighter and a thief appeared at the hole in the wall.

There was an air of grace about the fighter that caught Yshania's attention, the thief she recognised as the one from the kitchen who possibly knew about the whereabouts of the drow...he was studying them suspiciously. The fighter cleared her throat and smiled warmly at the two embarrassed women, either not noticing, or politely ignoring, their predicament.

"We really should save Gwally, and you are welcome to come friend." she said smoothly.

Yshania just stared, trying to compose herself but failing miserably...

Gwalchmai · Post by **Gwalchmai** » Tue Oct 09, 2001 3:57 pm

“Wait a minute!“ Mavin said defensively, “How can you be so sure this isn’t Darkpoet?”

“I told you already,” Kerlin spat, “he was bitten by a Gibberling just before becoming Teshana’s slave. The wound hadn’t completely healed. I saw it myself. When Teshana would parade Darkpoet naked before her underlings, all his scars were clearly visible. She would boast of the once proud and accomplished warrior that she had enslaved.”

“Huh. Some warrior he must have been to be bitten by a Gibberling. I’ve been killing Gibberlings since I was eight years old,” Mavin said.

Kerlin glowered at the four girls, “Besides, Darkpoet was half elven, though his ears looked human. Look at this one’s bone structure. There is clearly no elven blood in him. Though I admit he may have the blood of some Surfacer deity, by the looks of him.” She sighed heavily as she gazed at Gwalchmai’s trussed-up form.

“Exactly,” Mouse said, “Think of where we found this one. He must be a person of great importance. Teshana would surely ….”

“Teshana is dead!” Kerlin shouted as a tear fell from her eye, “Killed by Darkpoet himself!”

The four girls glanced at each other uncomfortably. It was unseemly in Drow society to mourn a warrior’s passing. Death was likely the result of a mistake made in battle. Only victory should be rewarded. “If Teshana is dead,” Girty said evenly, “Then neither she nor Darkpoet matter to us any longer. However, it seems that the famous Order of the Dark Flames may pose a threat to all Drow, as powerful as they are. Though this one is not Darkpoet, he clearly outranks Darkpoet and holds a position of considerable power. He is certainly the better warrior, since he has never allowed himself to be bitten by a mere Gibberling. There is not a mark on him, except for the ornate oak leaf tattooed on his back.”

Kerlin controlled her tears in the face of these women, who, as young as they were, knew the rules of decorum better than she. “Girty, your logic may be flawed. Why would the supposed leader of the Dark Flames be found sleeping alone? This is what I say: The Drow have been dealt a terrible blow this day. This one is human, a surfacer, and associated with the ones who played a part in our defeat. He should be tortured in the most exquisite ways possible.”

“But how can we torture someone who just sleeps through the pain?” Pickly asked.

Kerlin raised an eyebrow, then looked at Gwalchmai. She took the Holy Nyuk Nyuk Pincers, one of the Drow’s most fiendish torture devices, from her leather bag. Clamping them on Gwalchmai’s nose, she gave it a vicious twist. Gwalchmai’s musical snoring took on strange, unearthly tones, but he continued sleeping happily. “What did you fools do?”

“Mavin cast ‘Sleep’ but she said it wrong,” Girty blurted out, happy to be betraying her fellow Spider Scout.

“Hmmm. A simple Dispel Magic should fix the problem.” Kerlin said the words, and made the motions, and a fuzzy purple light washed over Gwalchmai. Yet his snoring continued. Stamping her foot in frustration, she headed for the door. “I must go. With Teshana’s death, all the lessor Warriors will be vying for power. I must make sure my own position is secure. I’ll be back in six or seven hours with a more powerful spell.”

Mouse watched her leave, “What to we do with him now?”

“Well,” said Pickly, “I have a few ideas…”

dragon wench · Post by **dragon wench** » Tue Oct 09, 2001 10:24 pm

Raising an eyebrow, Dragon Wench smiled at the two women behind her. Despite the circumstances that dictated their presence in the tunnel, Dragon Wench could not help but inwardly grin at the humour of their situation. The sight of Yshania and Vivien tumbled on the ground before her was one that she would remember for some time to come.

As she patiently waited for the two women to arrange themselves, Harry ventured forwards, carefully checking for traps.

Soon the four erstwhile rescuers found themselves at an intersection; the passage split into three distinct paths.

It was at this point that a cackling shriek pierced the silvery darkness, and a rapidly careening broomstick halted in front of them. Vivien, Yshania, Harry and Dragon Wench gazed at one another, perplexed. The Drow, despite their many unusual customs were not generally associated with random, speeding broomsticks. But then a voice spoke, and they realised that an elderly woman of an excedingly malevolent countenance, was scrutinizing them from atop the broomstick.

Proferring a basket of nice, shiny, unnaturally red apples, she eyed them shrewdly, the wart on the end of her nose quivering as she exhaled.

"Would you dearies like an apple?"

Yshania was the first to recover from the shock of the spectacle in front of them, and haughtily she informed the withered crone that they all preferred organicly grown produce.

The woman glowered and snarling at them, drew herself up to her full height, the broomstick clattering sharply to one side. Dragon Wench rapidly cast an improved haste spell, and Vivien conjured a bevy of grunting ogres. Yshania, drawing on her druid skills, directed a hoard of swarming insects at the evil manifestation, and Harry drew his dagger, preparing for a backstab should the occasion arise.

Yshania · Post by **Yshania** » Wed Oct 10, 2001 12:55 pm

Yshania performed a quick mental jig as the insects leapt from her fingertips - it worked! She giggled as the old hag began to leap around, waving her arms to ward of the swarm.

Suddenly, a sobre thought struck, she was now responsible for this hostile situation. Hastily, Yshania cast defensive harmony on the party. She breifly noticed Viv and Dragon Wench, their hands motioning circles as they chanted their spells, and Harry slipping into the shadows.

As the insect swarm became a silent, still cloud before dropping dead to the tunnel floor, the witch let out a scream. With her arms raised, and teeth bared, she flew towards Dragon Wench, her talonlike fingernails intended on her throat...

Yshania crossed her arms in front of herself and performed an impressive double diagonal draw of her scimitars, fumbling only momentarily. Raising them high she ran towards the hag with a roar, as Dragon Wench dropped to the floor and athletically rolled to avoid the witch's advance.

All of a sudden the witch stopped in her tracks...Yshania stopped...they stood (Yshania confused) staring at each other, both with their arms still raised. Suddenly Yshania became acutely aware of her gaping shirt...

As the witch began to cackle uncontrollably at Yshania's desperate attempt to cover herself up...

dragon wench · Post by **dragon wench** » Wed Oct 10, 2001 1:31 pm

Dragon Wench was fervently endeavouring to focus on her spell casting but the sight of Yshania and the witch was too much for her. She began to giggle, and losing her concentration entirely, she accidently voiced the spell for transform gender. Before her eyes, Harry became a winsome young maiden yielding a very sharp and pointy dagger.

[ 10-10-2001: Message edited by: dragon wench ]

Vivien · Post by **Vivien** » Wed Oct 10, 2001 1:42 pm

Yshania looked momentarily ashamed by her semi-nakedness, which Viv didn't understand in the least as bodies were part of nature, and weren't druids supposed to be all in love with anything natural? Or was that only Gwally who had told her that? She made a mental note to clarify if it was actually DRUIDS that liked nakedness, or just Gwally.

The hag began cackling just then, and Viv narrowed her eyes at such an evil sound, as well as some righteous indignation at a friend in need. Without thinking of the fact that she was a mage, not a fighter, she made a wild kick in the crone’s general direction. A loud ‘thunk’ sound accompanied her leg as she hit the Hag’s bony upper back, and Viv was momentarily grateful for the rip that allowed her such easy movements. Her attempt at fighting sent her flying, in fact smacking into the wall behind her, and with disappointment she saw that the Hag appeared only slightly annoyed. The odd thought that she had fallen on her backside enough for the day floated through her head as she scrambled to her knees. Pulling herself together she began the motions of rolling up mage sleeves, though she had no arm coverings so the action was rather comic, and started the incantation for ‘flame arrow’.

She heard a cry, or was that giggling, from Dragonwench, and some sort of movement, but so intent was she on her spell that she didn’t notice the Hag take a step towards her…

Harry2052 · Post by **Harry2052** » Wed Oct 10, 2001 3:36 pm

Harry felt the spell hit him and his body begin to change, when it was over she looked down at her body with a slight frown and thought "I need to lose some weight" before catching a glimpse of some movement. Turning in that direction she saw the hag moving towards Viv who was on her kness preparing to cast a spell. Harriet quickly moved close enough to touch the hag and punched her right between the eyes, the hag stumbled then fell and smacked her head against the wall knocking herself unconscious.
"Ok, change me back now please" she said in a soft voice

dragon wench · Post by **dragon wench** » Wed Oct 10, 2001 8:28 pm

Once her giggles had subsided Dragon Wench looked at Harriet and tried very hard to compose herself. Breathing deeply, she attempted to remember the incantation that would reverse transform gender. Several long moments passed, during which Harriet glared at her in indignation. Desperately, Dragon Wench sought to recall the necessary spell, but finally she realised that she had not studied it the night before. Quietly she went over to Vivien, who was collapsed on the ground, and asked if she might be able to help.

Harry2052 · Post by **Harry2052** » Wed Oct 10, 2001 9:29 pm

Viv shook her head and apologised when DW asked her if she had memorised the gender transformation reserval spell, Harriet stared at DW in disbelief and then marched off down the passage muttering to herself in elvish and trying to think of a way to get back to normal.
Soon after she heard some voices singing nearby "Hi ho hi ho, It's off to work we go." and 7 gnomes came marching around the corner. Harriet stood there with a eyebrow raised, when they spotted her they stopped and introduced themselves "Sleepy, Dopey, Happy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Doc and Bashful". Harriet was about to reply when DW, Viv and Yshania arrived, distracting the gnomes as they introduced themselve from Harriet quickly pickpocketing them and finding a scroll of remove curse. Sliding it up her sleeve she nodded politely to the gnomes before the two groups moved off in opposite directions.
When she was certainly the gnomes werent following them, she stopped and removing the scroll from her sleeve cast it on herself. The spell worked and Harry was back to normal and thinking this was something that wouldn't be forgotten anytime soon, making a mental note to stay away from DW's apparent lack of spell casting ability.

dragon wench · Post by **dragon wench** » Thu Oct 11, 2001 1:47 pm

Grinning wickedly at Harry, Dragon Wench stifled a snigger, and winked at the other women.

Suddenly, she remembered that the evil, old hag was still unconscious back down the passage. Not wishing to encounter her again, Dragon Wench strode over to where she lay.

In a clear, well-enunciated tone, she articulated the words for Power Word Kill, whereupon the witch let out a hideous gurgle and promptly departed from the land of the living.

With a satisfied smile, Dragon Wench knelt down and examined the body to see if she could retrieve anything interesting. Rifling through the witch's bundle, she discovered various charms and potions, a seemingly undecipherable scroll, a tattered copy of "How to Eliminate Unwanted Rivals in Three Easy Lessons," and a motley assortment of rings and necklaces.

Gingerly, she looked in the woman's pockets where she found a peculiar specimen of mushroom, numerous unfamiliar herbs, and a beautifully ornate mirror.

The glass shimmered in the dark, and judging by the octamarine blue that it radiated, the mirror clearly possessed magical properties.
Dragon Wench pocketed the witch's belongings, and as an afterthought tucked both the basket of apples and the broom beneath her arm.

[ 10-11-2001: Message edited by: dragon wench ]

T'lainya · Post by **T'lainya** » Fri Oct 12, 2001 10:04 am

T’lainya woke suddenly filled with dread. She sat up and looked frantically for Darkpoet. She reassured herself that he was sleeping and decided to let him rest. She knew he needed time to heal, both physically and spiritually. She guessed that Teshana had used some sort of magical blade that interfered with Yshanias attempt to heal him. She carefully stood up and stretched. T’lainya performed a minor ritual to make sure there was no trace of drow magic or poison in Dp. Content with the result, she made her way to the kitchen. She looked around puzzled by the absence of Viv and Dw. She saw her cousin sitting at the table eating. She raised an eyebrow.
“Menadir, what are you doing and where is everyone?”
Menadir flashed his contagious grin and rose.
“I’m not sure, the only people here were some of my men. How is he?” Menadirs voice was concerned.
T’lainya knew that for all his faults he would do anything for his family and friends. She smiled and said “Better, thank you. He needs rest though. What…did you feel that?”
“A slight warp in the atmosphere. What does it mean?”
“I’m not sure, would you watch Dp for me? I’m going to investigate.” T’lainya looked at her cousin. “If anything happens to him, I’ll turn you into a statue. Permanently.”
Menadir looked taken aback and then he laughed, putting his arm around her. “You know better than that T’lainya. He’s my blood brother, I’d never let harm come to him. You’d better eat something though.”
T’lainya picked up a piece of bread and a slice of meat and ate quickly. She went upstairs and donned her armor, fastening the flail by her side. She walked slowly down the corridor, her senses telling her something was wrong. She had a sense of what the Netherese used to call not-inkansys, the warping of reality itself. The emanation was coming from Gwally’s room. T’lainya squared her shoulders and walked in the open door.

T'lainya · Post by **T'lainya** » Fri Oct 12, 2001 11:36 am

T’lainya looked around Gwally’s room noting the open hole in the wall. Just then a huge white form raced by her.
“I’m late.” The lapine shaped figure hurried through the door.
She shook her head, pookas taking rabbit shapes, what next? She stopped and picked up a small piece of parchment the pooka had dropped. “Har Vee, purveyor of fine time pieces.” The parchment read. T’lainya sighed noting the not-inkansys feeling was stronger. She supposed she should have studied Carrollesian theory more carefully, but it was too late to do anything about that now.
She headed down the tunnel, trying to tell herself it didn’t look like a giant rabbit warren. She tried to remember her studies in extraplanar discipline and alternate reality theory. Use of wild magic, combined with naturally occurring areas of magic concentration could produce fields of instability. Then when a powerful magic was released in that area, a warping effect would take place. This was sometimes accompanied by a very rare creature known as a brudergrim. The brudergrim was a harmless beast, fond of stories and myths. They could be entertained by the same story for hours due to a dreadful memory and inability to accurately retell stories. The creature would feed off the magical energies in the area, causing the warped area to expand. This was called the Frankelbaum effect. Now if only she could remember the name of the elixir used to return the brudergrim to whatever plane they came from. Oil of Ol…no that wasn’t right, Nectar of Guinness...no that wasn’t right either. She knew she’d remember eventually. Hmmm Philter of Dom Perignon…oops that wasn’t it, although maybe later she smiled to herself.
That was it! Syrup of D’snay, an extremely sweet liquid that watered down the effects of the warped area. T’lainya had always had difficulty brewing the ingredients as the sweetness made her teeth ache. She grinned to herself, avoiding being seen by seven little gnomes trooping by. She knew she had to find the others.

Vivien · Post by **Vivien** » Fri Oct 12, 2001 1:03 pm

Viv followed the other's, working over a spell in her mind. She still was thinking on levitation, her heart still yearning to soar...but knew that it would take long hours to even lift other objects. Sometimes though, it seemed she was getting closer..to that secret, that key to freeing oneself from gravity. Sometimes she thought things moved while she chanted, but on the other hand she did see things all the time that probably weren't there.
She blew at the wisps of hair getting into her face with some frustration and moved her hands in a circular pattern, trying to catch the essence, the feel, of flying. Muttering the words she had been working on since that morning long ago on the Keep's roof, she hoped against hope the her feet would suddenly rise, but instead a clattering sound followed and pain blossomed in her big toe.

Lifting her foot she looked in amazement at the broom, the one Dragonwench had been carrying, hovering inches above the ground. She reached for it, her fingers almost grasping the handle when the broom suddenly swished the bristles on the end to whack her hand.
"OW!" Viv said grabbing her hand, tears coming to her eyes.
"What the?" Dragonwench said her eyes wide with surprise.
“THAT BROOM HIT ME!”
Yshania and Harry were looking at her as if she was crazy, but she nodded to them pointing at the broom.
"We'll see about that." She said moving her fingers to start a spell that would dominate the broom.

The broom suddenly shivered slighlty, and took off along the floor. So fast did it go that it was gone in under a minute. Viv stopped her spell in mid chant and took off after it, rounding the bend to come upon T’lainya, armor shining in the dark waging fierce battle against the broom.
Her mace swung, crashing the broom with majesty sparks, sending it twirling back in huge arcs, but it was soon back, bristles aiming for her face.

Viv this time was able to complete her dispel magic spell, and the piece of wood soon clattered to the ground, again inanimate.

“Good job T’lainya! Sorry about the whole evil broom attacking you thing.” Viv said with a smile and a blush as she picked up the broom.
“Yes, that was not what I was expecting. Things are not..right here, we could be in some trouble.”
Viv nodded mutely, suddenly aware that there were probably enough dangers here other than those they brought upon themselves, and soon they had rejoined the group. As T’lainya began her explanation, Viv couldn’t help notice the looks the people were shooting at the now still broom in her hand…

Yshania · Post by **Yshania** » Fri Oct 12, 2001 1:43 pm

Sheathing her scimitars and pulling her shirt free of her girdle, Yshania tied it into a futuristic 1970s knot just below her rib cage. That should do until a brooch could be found...though she was a little self conscious about being a trend-setter.

She smiled warmly at Viv's crumpled form on the floor, impressed by her martial attack. Glancing at Harriet, she gave a welcoming smile before catching DW's eye and silently admonishing her carelessness. 'I don't know' Yshania thought to herself 'some people!'. She rolled her eyes and busied herself helping DW collect the spoils of battle.

'May I take a sample of this?' she asked DW holding up a dubious looking knotted bunch of green stuff 'purely for druidic research' she offered.

'Of course' responded DW, a little distracted by Harriet’s sudden indignance. Silently Yshania tucked the herbs inside her shirt, along with an apple....no two apples - it looked wrong.

The witch dealt with, she turned to follow the others down the tunnel. 'What a crowd!' she thought to herself 'so giving of themselves, this is a real team'

She sidled up to Viv, about to compliment her on her prowess. Viv however seemed preoccupied...was there no communicating with this girl? Yshania dropped back and lost herself in her thoughts for a while, dragging out a bunch of herbs and rubbing the leaves between her fingertips. Gingerly she placed her fingertips in her mouth…hmmm…she repeated the action.

A slow calm began to descend, she felt almost like she was shifting in and out of materiality. She giggled quietly then approached Vivien again, her hand outstretched offering the herbs. Viv’s hands were still motioning – what was she doing? Oh well. As Yshania dropped further behind the group, she herself became preoccupied with the variety of greenery this old hag had carried. She wondered briefly if DW had picked up any kind of recipe book, then decided to hold off the sampling until that had been confirmed.

Suddenly Yshania was almost knocked off her feet by a speeding … what? Hah! The broomstick…where the heck was THAT going? Stunned she watched as Vivien gave an almost majestic chase – she hardly stumbled once – then she heard a cry from around the corner. Glancing briefly at the amazed expressions of DW and Harry (thinks when was that one sorted?) she dashed off in pursuit. Before she got to the corner she was confronted with a meek and embarrassed Vivien carrying a twitching broom and a rather bemused looking T’Lainya….

‘T’Lainya’ said Yshania, ‘it is good to see you! Your presence warms me, Darkpoet is ok!’

T’Lainya straightened herself, politely not obviously noticing Yshania’s attire. ‘He will be fine thank you’ she smiled. Yshania blushed and turned back towards the others. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Vivien hissing something at the broomstick. Yshania was intrigued, but perhaps now was not the time. She adjusted her apples then followed on…resisting temptation to analyse anymore of the herbs whilst she was unaware of the priests opinions or intentions.....

dragon wench · Post by **dragon wench** » Fri Oct 12, 2001 1:54 pm

Rubbing her eyes, Dragon Wench gazed around her in disbelief. What had begun as a relatively straightforward search for a missing comrade had suddenly turned into a multi-hued, multidimensional experience. She could not recall ever having been on a trip quite like this one. Just as she was reflecting on this, a voice sounded in the back of her head, "there's no place like home," it chirped, and the faint sound of red shoes echoed around the tunnel.

Wondering if the energies of a strange previous adventure had suddenly returned to haunt them, she covertly examined the mushrooms that she had collected from the witch's corpse, and sniffed tentatively. They seemed inocuous enough, but intuition told her that perhaps she should wait until she could properly identify them prior to sampling.

Yet, curious, she sniffed again. They had a decidely aromatic scent to them. The musky fragrance of woodland, dew....and something else infused her mind. Unable to resist, she took a tentative nibble. Mmmmmm....she muttered, and quietly nudged Yshania, indicating that she might want to try the delectable funghi.

[ 10-12-2001: Message edited by: dragon wench ]

Yshania · Post by **Yshania** » Fri Oct 12, 2001 3:02 pm

Yshania fell in step beside DW. Harry seemed content to travel with his own thoughts, Viv was still distracted by the broom and T'Lainya was in deep comtemplation of her own motives for being here. She ached for Darkpoet, but he would need time and was in safe hands.

Yshania looked across at DW, 'thanks' she offered.
'For what?' said DW
'For making me welcome'
'no worries' said DW returning to examining her loot.
'I, I have a lot to learn' said Yshania 'I have neglected my studies, I need to determine situations before I react, I need to take a little more care'

DW said nothing, only smiled. She knew there was nothing malicious about this druid. They walked in silence for a while, both considering deeper things.

Yshania wondered about her village, about Menadir, about Darkpoet. She glanced at Dragon Wench, as DW nudged her.

Looking down at the proffered hand she took the funghi.

Looking back up at Dragon Wench, Yshania nodded her thanks. She studied the mushroom, stroking it's silken skin with her thumb, admiring it's tightly knitted gills, inhaling it's wonderful oaken aroma...

'this is a very high quality truffle' she informed DW, 'not one I have seen before. I would hazard a guess that it is extremely potent....'

T'lainya · Post by **T'lainya** » Fri Oct 12, 2001 10:08 pm

T’lainya walked with the others pondering the broom incident. Viv had a talent for finding different ways to cast spells she thought fondly. She noticed the elf named Harry was keeping his distance from Dw and idly wondered what had happened. She glanced up to see the exchange between Dw and Yshania and grinned to herself. Elves tended to be tolerant of such things as long as they didn’t interfere with daily functions or intrude upon others. She wondered if anyone was paying attention to the direction they were heading. She looked at the tracks they were following and pulled Harry aside.

“Do you think this is almost too easy? Look at how someone has tried to erase all of the footprints with a branch…in the middle of a cave.The dust is thick along the floor, brushing itaround just makes the tracks clearer. It looks suspicious to me.”

Harry nodded and halted the group, putting his hand in Viv’s shoulder. She was focusing so hard on the broom; she didn’t hear the original request to stop. Harry scouted the tunnel ahead for traps and returned looking puzzled.

“It’s clear." he said, "The tracks continue up the tunnel a short way and then another set of prints appears. There appear to be three sets of large animal prints, but they seem odd. Maybe Yshania could look at them.”

T’lainya smiled at the druid, thinking that she looked familiar. She would have to talk with her later.

Yshania studied the prints and seemed puzzled, she looked closely and frowned.

"There seems to be two sets of feline prints, but one uses it’s back paws only. The other feline alternates between running on all fours and walking on its hind legs. There is also something odd about the tail on that one. Then there …” Her voice trailed off and she looked embarrassed. The others waited expectantly. “Well it seems to be a large rabbit.” Yshania squeaked the words out, her face turning scarlet in embarrassment.

Viv smiled, obviously thinking of acquiring a new pet. Dragonwench and Harry just stared at Yshania, their mouths wide open in shock. T’lainya nodded.

“That would make sense. I already saw a large rabbit shaped per…ummm crea..err well a large rabbit.”

Just then there was a laugh up ahead. The group crept forward cautiously and was startled to see a large lionish figure. It was a wemic, a nomadic leonine race from the southern plains of Faerun. The figure was wearing the clothing of a shaman. He was arguing with a large tigerish felinoid who seemed to be busy doing handstands. The tiger then did a flip, landed on his tail and used it like a spring to propel himself forward. He landed against the giant rabbit T’lainya had spoken of.

The rabbit shook himself and said “Control yourself Ti'gger. Cast a teleport spell Ch’shrrr.”

The wemic nodded and cast the spell. A pale orange glow surrounded them and they vanished, the wemics smile lingering for a long moment after the rest had disappeared.

T’lainya looked at the others and in a barely controlled voice she said “Lions and Tiggers and Hares…oh my.”

[ 10-13-2001: Message edited by: T'lainya ]

Harry2052 · Post by **Harry2052** » Fri Oct 12, 2001 11:05 pm

While the others are distracted by the disappearence of the wemic and rabbit, Harry lightly took two mushrooms off Yshania and popped them in his pocket for when he got hungry later. He heard T'lainya say something but she was speaking too softly for him to make out any words, then the 3 bears and little girl showed up.

[ 10-13-2001: Message edited by: Harry2052 ]

dragon wench · Post by **dragon wench** » Sat Oct 13, 2001 1:59 pm

The group made its way along the snaking passageway. The silvery light of the tunnel seemed to be acquiring a purplish hue, or at least, it appeared that way to Dragon Wench. She felt faintly bewildered by this excursion into castle's depths, but strangely, these recent encounters did not evoke the sense of anxiety that they probably should have. Rather, she felt a sense of blissful calm permeating her entire being. A heightened awareness made her conscious of every fissure in the increasingly lavender-tinged walls, and the scent of patchouli, that she had noticed upon first entering the tunnel, had become proportionately amplified.

Dragon Wench smiled dreamily at her companions. It was at this moment that a small girl with flaxen braids came pelting around the corner, following her............. were three bears. The smallest in a plaintive voice addressed the adventurers.

"SOMEBODY has been sleeping in MY bed, SOMEBODY has been eating MY porridge."

Mr Sleep · Post by **Mr Sleep** » Sun Oct 14, 2001 5:09 am

{OOC yep it is an addition from me, i am surprised as you

}

It wasn't long before the main leader arrived. He walked with three men surrounding him, they were obviously meant to be guarding him, his cloak was also expensive, as was his hair cut, infact his whole attire was that of a man that didn't have to work much for his money.

I was surprised at this, surely i was not the only cut throat around not to have noticed the enterance of these men. The sawthumb's were certainly not subtle and i might soon loose my chance at information, even now the people were noticing the new arrivals and more importantly....their money.

This could turn out badly, i would have to act.

I left my hiding space, making sure they did not see me. I assumed they had some training, it wouldn't have seemed like mere coincidence to them. It seemed like too many men, they were expecting a fracas of some kind, not sure what yet, but i would have to be even more careful from now on.

They stood next to the scout how had originally alerted me to them, there conversation was too quiet, i coldn't hear anything.... i would have to get closer.

I made my way across the main square, making sure to stay at the periphery of the peasents in the streets. A large group of these people were drunk or in the process of getting drunk, which held a certain advantage for me, i could make out any theives that might be spying the new arrivals.

I had to create a diversion.... an obvious and ironic one promoted itself. I grinned to myself at the idea of it. I would set fire to the tavern. I had to move fast, but the diversion would make the rest of my position easier.

I quickly ducked into the alley that held the supply area for the tavern. Security was lax at this time of night; most were assumed to be drunk or asleep. There was one guard. I moved into the shadows on his left, i picked out one of my poison tipped knives. He died without a sound as the knife plunged into and through his neck. I quickly moved the cadaver inside the building, the huge double doors made this easy, i made very little noise openning these doors, just another part of the building kept in immaculate condition. Once inside i discovered there was very little illumination, what little was from above, well that was soon to change. I etched a hole into one of the many man sized kegs that littered the halls, this one appeared to be half empty. I then had to find the perfect fuse, all i could think of was the robes of the man i had just killed, i stripped the man to his under garments, i then tied the clothes together. They were then doused with alcohol, looked like a cheap wine of some kind, this fuse was then placed into the half empty keg.

I dropped a live flame onto the fuse, it caught instantly. I made flight from the already blazing fire.