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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Thu Feb 13, 2014 8:12 am

Adolamin awoke with a start, hearing a scratching noise somewhere near his bed. It started again with more force to it and then stopped after a few seconds. "Of course it's the doll in my chest." Adolamin sighed after saying it out loud. Laying back down and trying to get comfortable again; Adolamin thought about what the white necromancer, Enialas, had said after identifying the three items he had brought to the store. After the information given to him from Enialas, and some bartering of some new armor too, Adolamin left the shop in search of a divine caster to check out the three items again. It took a ten day or so to finally locate a priest willing to do it for him. The priest named Burgon, priest of Waukeen, looked at the three items and divulged some more informatiom, but not enough with what to do with two of the items (the doll and the gravedigger's shovel). Mumbling as Adolamin started to drift off to sleep," Maybe (yawn), I'll take the doll back to the priest to have him bless it, and maybe do that holy jumbo to lay the doll to rest in a peaceful manner.......I don't know..." as he fell back asleep. A few seconds later the scratching starts again ,but with more passion in it, like someone trying to get out to kill something !"
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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Thu Feb 13, 2014 7:31 pm

She wasn't bothering to lie about it anymore. The Hin just refused to answer questions other than the yes or no variety regarding her condition, and had occasionally resorted to using her odd talents and tolerances to drive off the incessant ones. Currently she was visiting a greenhouse and doing her level best to sate her oddest of cravings yet, something slimy and still alive- in this case? She was putting a dash of salt on the back of a common garden slug. Meanwhile the Imp was watching her and looking bemused, while he was supposed to be finding more of them about the plants in the place..
The voice coming from the owner off somewhere deeper into the place prompted a quicker swallow and a bit of a shudder from the Hin.

'Finding everything alright dear?'

Answered after she coughed once, the Imp materializing with another 'morsel' and smacking her on the back gently.

"Err. Yes, ma'am. Just ah.. just fine. Something to take back to the baths, that's all."

That apparently being good enough for the moment the Hin continued by plucking the yellow slimy thing and stared at it. The little waggling eye stalks being blinked at as she stopped and wondered to herself. 'What the hell am I doing?' was near the forefront of her mentality, and alongside it was it's partner 'why the hell is this actually enjoyable?'. Jumbled fragments of coherent judgment scattered like trinkets before the throne of 'Fuck it, I am queen, and I must be sated.'
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"It's not Lying...It's Neglecting the important parts"-Me

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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Fri Feb 14, 2014 7:59 am

Loth'Gars Journal Entry 6: Justice is Done

Benedict Hercumber was a mean man. The serving girls didn't like him, his customers didn't like him, the children called him 'Jerkumber', not the best perhaps, but it was enough to satisfy them. Benedict (who would not settle for anything less than 'Sir' or 'Master', was a baker. One of reasonable renown, even if half that reputation came from his mistreatment of his workers, his mean attitude and his utter contempt for those less of than himself. That last one comprised a good portion of his customers and neighbours, so Benedict was not a popular figure. Luckily for him, but perhaps unluckily for the rest of his associates, his produce was known to be some of the best in the city, attracting customers from all over the city.This meant that Benedict had an unfortunately large workforce to mistreat and enough coin to spend to ensure nobody got a chance to argue for long, should they value their teeth being in the right place.

This particular morning saw a strong frost on the ground, chill air and an unpleasantly overcast sky. The kind of weather that makes the mood foul in those who usually can reign their negative feelings in. For Benedict it was not good. As Loth'Gar lounged casually against a wall, chewing on a thin strap of jerky, he observed as the baker threw one of his younger apprentices out the door into the filthy slush of the street. "Idiot boy! You ruined the whole loaf! Don't you be coming back or you'll regret it." To punctuate his displeasure, a swift kick to the rump had the poor boy scrambling away on his hands and knees. "But Sir, what about the wages you owe me this week? Me mah.." and that's all he was able to get out before Benedict stormed up to the boy, wrestling him to his feet and holding him dangling from the mans meaty fists. "You'll get a fat NOTHING from me boy! You're lucky I don't throw you in the harbour after what you did, nearly burnt the place down!" With a heave he flung the youth back and further from the door, reaching back inside and producing a cudgel from behind the door. Wide eyed the apprentice scrambled away as fast as he could, legs wobbling as he went, obviously hurt but too scared to stay. Once he was gone the baker retreated back inside, slamming the door behind him. Shouts and curses could be heard as Benedict let out his dark mood on any hapless soul that crossed his past.

Seeing the youth get away before any lasting harm was done to him, Loth'Gar relaxed back to where he was standing across the broad street. His hand released the dagger it had been gripping a moment before and he let out a pent sigh into the chilled morning. Watching the steam it produced he wondered at the cruelty of the man and what man have been had the apprentice not gotten the message. He shrugged to himself, a gesture he found becoming almost a habit now. A passing lady of modest means hurried her gait after taking one look at the half-orc leaning casually in the half shadow, despite the frigid air and of the morning. Loth'Gar allowed himself a slight grin at that. He did look somewhat roguish, he imagined, dressed in the padded coat, tall boots and deep hood pulled high. He'd borrowed the armour off Ratty, the dagger was something he'd purchased in the market a few weeks back. Yes, rather roguish, and the grin widened.

A few minutes passed before the door to the bakery opened again. Benedict could be seen carrying a small burlap sack that steamed with warmth into the street. He looked around, a nasty scowl on his face. A few children, lean and poor looking things played nearby, pausing as they smelt the delicious odour wafting from the sack. Benedict reached into the sack, producing a steaming loaf of bread, burnt on one end where it had been placed too deep into the oven. The children, despite themselves and their knowledge of the man looked just the little bit hopeful that they would eat today. With a patronising smile, Benedict turned his back on the street kids, instead whistling sharply enough to wake the two squat and ugly dogs that were chained out the front of the bakery. The things were as nasty as their owner, but they made excellent 'child deterrents' as Benedict liked to call them. Once he had their attention, the baker threw the loaf, then another, then two more at the growling creatures. They sniffed the bread, chewed a little but lost interest when it failed to move or turn into meat. Settling down again the beasts resumed their silent vigil, snapping at anyone who go within five feet of them. Benedict dusted his hands, job well done and returned inside. Across the street Loth'Gar watched as four perfectly edible loaves went soggy and spoilt in the damn street. Even the cocky young priest didn't fancy trying to snatch them from under the dogs noses.

Another hour or so passed and Loth'Gar simply watched from his half hidden vantage. He managed to purchase a hot pie from a cart vendor, who looked more happy that he wasn't mugged than about the sale. As he sucked the last remnants of gravy from his fingers he saw a familiar sight approach. Ratty, come to see what the priest was up to. He waved and once he was within murmuring distance asked "So lad, find a target for tomorrow?" Loth'Gar allowed a large grin to split his face. "Oh yes, I think I have a suitable candidate lined up. Come, let us go somewhere warm and discuss the details." With that the pair departed, much to discuss, much to plan.
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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Sat Feb 15, 2014 3:49 pm

The self proclaimed transportation specialist stalked about the small office that she kept glaring at her partner periodically as she did fuming. “He’s in our way.” She said for the third time. Her partner did not respond. He simply watched her pace the floor. She grimaced at his non response “Aren’t you going to SAY anything?” he just looked at her in silence and waited. “He’s a normal person…we could take care of a normal person without notice.”

Again the silent stare that revealed nothing but said everything from the man that had saved her life more than once and was one of the very few people who’s judgment she trusted without question. Her shoulders slumped in defeat and frustration. “I know… we are supposed to be adhering to local laws and keeping our noses clean but the man is being unreasonable.” She continued to pace as her partner watched in silence.

She sat down started examining the work that she had done for the person she had just spent the last twenty minutes ranting about and fantasizing ways to end the dilemma he had caused her with refusal to pay claiming sub standard work product. She had been so stunned by the allegation when it was raised that she hadn’t responded. Ordinarily she had a very special dagger to deal with such claims. She might operate on the edges of the law, but one thing she prided herself on was the quality of her products. “Fine… we’ll demonstrate the effectiveness of the papers to him and once they have served their purpose we will demand fair compensation. THEN when that ugly old kobald is too cheap to pay up we will be justified in the actions that come next.“ The Calashite woman looked at her companion for approval which came only in the form of a slight nod of his head.
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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Mon Feb 17, 2014 1:02 pm


She seemed entirely content to spend the day not being bothered by anyone, that however was not the case. "Mother, please I don't really want any company right now. " Putting herself in front of the door to the shop-to-be. "Can't you go and bother your lover or something? I mean is right now, the right time to talk about things like this."

"You wanted to be employed, am I right? I am employing you to craft something for me. Now will you stop being so.." Reaching out, and surprisingly strong moved Ziandra aside and walks into the shop. She didn't stay in very long, backing out the same way she came. Shutting the door and having the greatest composure, that had ever been. "Are you aware there is a hunking monster in there?"

"Yes. Which is why I think you should come back, later. Very, very much later." Reaching into her pocket and using a key to lock the door. "I really think this is a matter that should be talked about in private. How about we go to your place?"

"Well, that would be a good start. This is not what I said, when I asked for grandchildren. You are aware of this right? I know you come from unique parents, but that thing in there-"

"Is not your grandchild. I promise I'm going to explain that." Interupting and motioning for her mother to lead the way away from the building. "How about some nice tea and tarts? I'm sure that those things would be a good compliment to the story."

Lyanna gave her daughter that Mom look. The one were you already know the answer, but want your child to squirm and thrash about explaining it anyhow. Reaching up, she tucked her golden hair behind a slightly pointed ear. Had she always been elven, had she always been anything but different. "Krunk and I are concerned about you. Your looking a little thin still, when are you going to start eating. Your new body will need to eat."

"You make it sound as if I starve myself, or somehow run out of blood to suck." Muttering in sylvan to her mother. That was a slight-secret between them, it was how her mother liked to speak. "I eat, I eat way more then anyone I know."

"Good." Lyanna walked along, there would be no short way to get back to Sea Ward, and her restaurant. "Now, I have a mind to talk to you about this-" The sylvan speaking matron of pastries paused in thought and speach, to put an arm out to stop Ziandra from walking. A cart rolled past them, "The city is the very bowels of what I loathe."

"You can go back to prancing around in the forest and seducing satyrs anytime you want."

"Ziandra Lyanna K...er. You will refrain from speaking about me like that. I am your mother." Lyanna adjusted her garments and smoothed out the fine silks and velvets, then turns and does the same to Ziandra for a moment."Now, as for that little guest of yours."

"In private mother. I really don't know if I could explain it, in the middle of the road." Then she added, "Her name is Salad."

"Her?" Snorting and then shaking her head, "Don't go naming that thing. I'm this close to ruining your fun. I let you marry that sort of person, but don't think I'm about to let you follow down that road. Your not some sort of ..corspe robbi-"

"Mother! I did nothing of the sort. You will forget about it, right now." Stopping in the road and doing her best to look tall and intimadating. "Please, let me handle this. It was my accident, not his." They both held stares, and her mother turned and started to walk again. "Mother?"

"Are you coming or not? I don't have all day to stand around."
"Even if you silence me, My silence will still defy you"-Me

"It's not Lying...It's Neglecting the important parts"-Me

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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Sat Feb 22, 2014 11:16 am

Sera was torn between annoyances and worries. Her imp endlessly out on errands to try and keep up with her ever intensifying cravings. That left her by herself in her room, staring at a book and a list of strange things needed and an empty bottle of that drink she'd been taking to of late. The one Auntie kept sending her more of. It was empty, they never stayed full for long really anymore. She tried not to think about that all that much, an endeavor made easier by the fact that her back was refusing to quiet down about how uncomfortable it was.

"Where is that damn imp.."

The Hin rolled over, hands over her churning middle. Both from something unhappy in her stomach and something alive elsewhere in her. Finally just rolling over to sit on the edge of the bed. Her eyes wandered to the chair Runa had made her, the fabric waiting on it for less mutable times as her figure went. ..If such times came. There'd already been hints dropped. The last of them being a letter with no name, but a familiar cherry-like scent. A few words of reassurance, of congratulation, of plans regarding how long the child would spend in transition from her to it's new caretaker. Just a hint or two of the expectation of more. But the price was worth it, right?

"Power. Life for power."

The old price. It didn't have to be her life was all, and 'life' as a price did not necessarily equate to death. Specifics her patron made a point of clarifying for her. She finally heard the imp approaching though, bringing food and a fresh bottle or two. Prompting the Hin to tuck the letter away under her mattress and try to float herself over by the table. Giving up on any position being comfortable unless it was defying gravity entirely. The door opened, light spilled in, as did comfort and responsibility.
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"It's not Lying...It's Neglecting the important parts"-Me

"I'm Not stealing.. I'm borrowing with the intention of not returning."-Me
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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Sat Feb 22, 2014 1:20 pm

Was it a brave new world? To the right and to the left they would fight and for some it would be to the death. But the trouble was the line was spreading ever thinner. There were still so many questions and so little had come to her in the form of answers. The moon-elf stared up at the sky, a patch of cloud let the stars in briefly and the shine of the moon onto her hair. She turned, looking back to her companion as he rested in his reverie and a smile appeared on her lips. Not for the first time that night, she silently repeated the Mantra that had kept her going these past few months…

“I believe in nothing, not in peace and not in war.
I believe in nothing, but the truth in who we are.”

She turned her face to the skies again, that patch of sky was now grey and void. Bringing her thoughts back to the Tor and what lay ahead. Of the people she’d left behind along the way, those who’d fallen. Brave Cogath, fearless Fios and Val, was he even there any more? Could she turn to him for help on this? Would he be interested? Then something drew her attention to stare north, as if the answer was laying there in the land between her and that final destination, then back to the resting form not far from her within the circle of the firelight that she didn’t need to use to see him. She’d already committed his face to memory, his was etched permanently on her minds canvas along with those others she knew and cared for.

Things troubled her. That Tor for one, would the Druids be able to stop the blight that caressed the land it touched until it faded and crumbled to dust? That the Druids would care was not in question, it was their job to care about it. That others who had a direct part in the events on that night didn’t care did trouble her though. She huddled closer to the fire feeling a small shiver of ice down her spine for a moment, a fleeting touch and then it was forced from her with another skill she’d learned in her time alone. Firmly slamming the door shut to her doubts foisted upon her by others, “aye, canny…” She resolved to herself. “I’ll have to go canny.”

“Step one. Get that dratted book done.” She hated the thought of it, knowing what it was and why she needed another copy of it troubled her, but as she had told the snow elf, her friends in the north might be able to dissect the information from it that was needed to stop it from getting worse. If she could get it to the lady that was.” She took a breath and shook her head. “Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend along with the bitterness… “ There was; another door slammed shut firmlyin her mind. “No time for regrets.” She looked up again and saw that the light from the stars was out again, those tiny pin pricks of light on it’s black canvas that spanned from edge to edge of her vision and further beyond it.

“I need to go canny.” She nodded her head again and firmly resolved to keep it that way. There was no need for turning back to the past, keep the information, but only go back when forwards was blocked. Things were as they were. How to move forwards was what mattered. “Druids. Melia… If need be, I'll go alone and stuff the rest of them.” That gave her a grim humor. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

The elf picked up another branch of dead wood, some of the leaves still clung to it and she held it over the flames as she considered things, for over an hour she was silent, watching as the flame caught it and burned it, the leaf curling up before slowly being consumed as well.

“Burn baby burn” She watched as it crumbled to dust and fell in bright sparks into the rest of the flame whispering those words as if a breath. “Strung out on a wire. Caught in a cage you’re so full of desire. I'll need fast hands, to deal with all the liars, and an arrow-proof skin to keep us alive.”

For a moment she let those thoughts fly into the air as a small ball of sap exploded in sparks. Then she spoke as if to the resting form. “I love animals, they’re so close to perfection.” Her eyes moved to the sleeping form in its reverie again and a smile appeared again.

“Only those caught up in the passion seem to know their own hearts. Do you know the joy you give me?” She didn’t speak the words higher than a whisper on the breeze. “Do you know that you have given me what I need to come back from the edge? As for the others..” she turned her face to the city and stared intently at the haze it gave to the horizon, how it changed the darkness around it… “It’s too late to apologize. We just need to move forwards, by ourselves, or as a group.”
"Even if you silence me, My silence will still defy you"-Me

"It's not Lying...It's Neglecting the important parts"-Me

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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Sat Feb 22, 2014 8:35 pm

It was a dreary night, Selune was hidden behind clouds and the air frigid with a light snow, when the door to Jargl's small tavern opened for one of the few customer's he's seen this evening. Despite the well dress of the man, he looked about with shifty eyes and the bags under them were a clear sign he hasn't been sleeping well.

"Welcome, can I get you anything?"

The shifty stranger looks about as he walks over to the old dwarf, "That woman, the marked goat one, Julia Blackcraft, that's what she goes by now isn't it? She's here isn't she?" He stops and looks about in fear again before continuing, "Sad but fitting name, she's not what you think she is, don't let them find her.." He quickly pulls out a worn journal and slides it to the dwarf. "..and tell her to give up on revenge, for her own sake!" he hisses at the end, and with that he quickly turns and flees, nearly tripping on his way out.

Once the door closes and he has the room to himself, the old dwarf opens the journal to the first page. It details a number of names linked to other ones along with 'gifts', Gralhund stands out a number of times, the last entry is for an Eleanor M. Gralhund..
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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Mon Feb 24, 2014 8:01 am

Loth'Gar Journal Part 7: The plan unfolds…

It was the dead of night, when only those who worked antisocial hours, the drunks and the ruffians could be found wandering the streets, or in the case of the drunks, using the streets as their own private chamber-pots or beds. Sometimes both combines. The night was cold, but a bank of mist had rolled in, adding an air of mystery and quiet to the night. It was difficult to tell where sounds came from and how far off they were. It was also difficult to see much more than twenty paces ahead. The dim lanterns, those that had not been snuffed out by the oppressive damp, shed weak light on the streets, making it harder to see through the thick mist. Few moved about, and those that did were especially careful of cutpurse and potholes, both equally as dangerous.

This night saw three dark shapes hurrying through the mostly empty streets, purpose and planning to their strides. Loth'Gar, Ratty and Rubin were all dressed in dark woollen vests, black and sooty grey sackcloth pants and short capes, also black with sooty grey patches and deep, shadowy hoods. They avoided the centre of the thoroughfare where they were most likely to encounter ordinary citizens moving about their business. Each had a belt from which hung several sacks, empty at the present. Loth'Gar also carried a coil of rope over one shoulder, and three unadorned daggers hung on each belt. Moving quickly but silently between shadows, all three froze at the sound of breaking glass that permeated the mist. They remained still, consolidating as a group, unsure of what this meant for the nights enterprise. They didn't have long to wait. Ahead an apparition emerged from the mist. Fortunatly not one of the kind that can freeze a man to death with its breath, or even one that can play tricks on the weaker minds. No, a drunken… labourer, brick-layer maybe, broken bottle neck in hand. He seemed blissfully unaware of the three spots of deeper darkness pressed against the nearest house and watching him pass by quietly. With a great belch and a spittle flecked attempt at whistling, the man passed them by and was swallowed back into the night.

Exchanging looks of relief, and excitement, Rubin and Loth'Gar were the first to move again, followed closely by their lanky companion and mentor. Catching up, Ratty whispered under his breath "Put the heel down first and roll onto the flat of the boot. Yeah, see how Loth here does it…" Rubin obliged, poking his tongue at the grinning half-orc who's upbringing had given him somewhat of a head-start in the roguish game. Together they slipped a couple more blocks, they younger two competing good naturedly against each other, the veteran Ratty assessing and offering odd bits of advice when they were sure not to be overheard. One more bloack and all joking and gaming comes to a sudden halt. This is where it gets serious, where life and death become too real. They moved together now, intent on every sound, every flash of possible movement in the mist. "We'll move around the back, away from those great mutts of his." Murmured Ratty. "Just stick to the plan. I'm here if you run into trouble." With nods all around they moved into an alleyway, more like a drainage run between two buildings. Standing sideways so as to fit (Tymora, bless her for their allround lean stature). they slide between the two damp and algae slicked walls, the water sloshing up to their heels in the wet and sunken drainage channel. It takes a couple of minutes, and a little pushing when the slightly softer Rubin becomes stuck half way. "Need to give up that sweet bread." Loth grunts at him as he gives him a push to slide free, adding a poke to the soft side of his friend to emphasise the point. "We can't all be lanky swarthy lads like you." Rubin mutters, 'accidentally' splashing some dark water into Loth'Gar's boot. He offers a dramatic sigh and continues on, feeling his foot do wet and cold. A long night this could be.

Making the other end of the slip-way, the three wipe off as much of the algae and muck as they can. Would never do for them to slide unceremoniously due to a blob of the wretched stuff in the wrong place… A minute or so later, quick checks complete they're ready to go. The small courtyard around them is deathly still, all the windows shuttered and the doors the thick type, installed for both security and to allow the occupants to 'ignore the ruckus' that may occur beyond their homes. Perfect for them. In no time a rope is hooked up to an unfolding grapple that appears from somewhere in Ratty's belt. Looking up at the roof of the two story bakery, Ratty adds "Remember to be careful. He may be a spiteful, nasty man, but we're here for a little justice, not a fight or trip to the stocks. Spinning the grapple around and around his head, Ratty launches it up to one of the many chimneys of the place, where it lands with a dull clank and settles firmly into place. "Good luck, Tymora be with you." And with a smile of thanks, Loth'Gar and Rubin ascend the rope…
"Even if you silence me, My silence will still defy you"-Me

"It's not Lying...It's Neglecting the important parts"-Me

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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Mon Feb 24, 2014 8:05 am

"You know that I worry about you and your brother, Aulric! I don't want you disappearing off in the Undermountain!", giving him the evil stare that every mother know how to give to their loved ones.

With the Motherly tone given to Aulric, even King looked spooked like he did something wrong to the Elven Mother, Sarafina nipped Aulric's ear jolting Aulric back to respond in timely fashion, " Yes, Mother I know. But I was just wanting to find out why the Elven Druidess is down there still after all this time and the forest still living well underground especially there, and ....."

His Mother cuts in," That's enough Aulric!",aftering another hard look at her son, Cyndel slumped her shoulders," You know with Ethan gone now for a tenday, I'm worried about losing you also? Please stay near me, I don't want to lose both of my sons this soon."

With pleading eyes staring at him, Aulric sighed, "Alright Mother, I'll stick around until Ethan shows up, until then I'll visit you every day to make sure you're okay and for you to see that I'm still around, okay?"

With a smile, Cyndel hugged Aulric tightly," Please be careful Aulric,and when Ethan gets back, I don't think he'll survive my temper lashing at him. Could you please walk with me to the Seldarine? Your Mother could use some company."

Aulric shook his head, know full well that he'd spend most of the day with his Mother regardless what he wanted to do," Yes, I shall accompany you Mother.", as he stood up and urged King to stand up for the lengthy walk to the temple.
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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Tue Feb 25, 2014 9:43 am

Howard finished laying out the last few items and stepped into the ritual circle. Touching the final point of connection with his bloody pinky finger, he willed the circle closed.

Enialas's reference books had said he was supposed to sense or even outright feel the circle close, but he felt nothing. "Figures," he mutters to himself, settling cross-legged in the middle and being careful to keep his arms and legs inside the boundaries of the innermost circle. Like many things in magic, what was, 'supposed to happen,' when he did magic rarely went off as claimed. The magic itself worked, but he usually felt like a blind man trying to make his way around a cluttered room with only a mental map of the contents to help guide the way.

Enialas said that would pass shortly. (Howard figured that was probably in Elf Years.)

Clearing his mind, he began to speak the first words of the long ritual, reaching out mentally as he did so for the nearest thread of the Weave and imagining his mind - his power - strumming it slightly, creating a vibration that the creature would follow ...

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By the following evening, despite all the relaxation techniques he'd tried, his neck and back were a giant mess of painful knots. Massaging with one hand, he continued to murmur the ritual chant, sending another vibration out along the Weave. That was when he heard it...a very quiet but clear squeak.

His mind placed the sound immediately. Common rat. Normal size, not the super-sized dungeon disposal systems. It was, after all, his area of expertise. Cracking one eye open, he spied the offending critter, standing just at the border of the outermost circle.

Ziandra is going to have a fit. Rats? In her workshop? How did that get in here?
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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Thu Feb 27, 2014 8:10 pm

She'd had a scare or two, had the Hin. A cramp that was in the wrong place and made her yell at her servant to get her home. Some truly insane mood swings that had left the poor fiend from the depths of the Hells very confused. The last few days were mostly spent either in bed, floating, or in the baths.. floating. Also occasionally wondering how in the realms women who didn't have that option coped with this condition. She wrestled with discomfort of all kinds and a couple mental paradoxes to boot. "Can't seem to work up an appetite and yet I want pastries.. why?"

She'd lurch up out of the baths, reaching for that strange spongy blue towel thing and folding it around her waist. Feeling an unnaturally fast dry wave across her body and shivering a little. "Mm'kay.. that's gonna take getting used to." And started a slow waddle toward the front steps, till she stopped at the doorway and leaned on it. Then just hovered an inch or two upward. Words ringing out a moment or two later. "Ahl! I need a push to the front steps."

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"I swear to the Ninth Lord this was not in the contract.. it wasn't, how am I supposed to-" The little red skinned beacon of all that is evil and unholy winced as he heard his name being shouted again. Mind going a bit blank as he bit his lip, curled little clawed fingers, and then exhaled slowly. A sort of numb acceptance hit him for a moment as he communicated back a prompt "Yes Mistress" and started a less than prompt trek toward the gravid floating bloated Hin. Deliberately being quiet about the trip so as to at least enjoy surprising her and annoying her further when he caught up. Little clawed fingers splayed out and gripping her by the butt, which he let a mental image of slip for her benefit. He'd get her to the front steps shortly enough, but dammit he was going to make his state of mind heard! Or felt. Or something. Maybe he'd just smack her there once on his way back to his other chores.

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The Hin jumped in surprise.. twice. First when her manservant showed up so abruptly, though she just grumbled about that a little. Squirming some on the way. It was the actual smack that got her riled up enough to bluster, literally. Glaring, fuming, not actually saying anything but a lashed out arm (which left her off balance and drifting upside down a moment, and then fighting to get her towel back on properly the next) did send a blast of wind out from her arm that knocked the little joker on his ass and sent him scurrying off. Leaving Sera glancing about looking a fierce shade of rosy pink. "Oh gods I hope nobody saw that."
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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Tue Mar 04, 2014 4:04 pm

The wet nose of a large Cormyrean Molosser (War Mastiff) nudging Aulric's cheek was enough to wake him up. Aulric yawned and shoved his weasel familiar off his chest so he could get up off the bed. While dressing,King paced back in forth in front of the door waiting impatiently on Aulric to hurry up," I know I know King, you need to go outside, I got it."

Sarafina stretched out herself and when Aulric was finished getting dressed, the weasel easily climbed up the side of Aulric onto his shoulders and settled down there, while Aulric threw his travelling cloak on himself and clasping it.

While Aulric opened the door and both King and he went down the winding stairs to thee front door of the Campus Dormitory, they set out at a brisk pace for the Hero's Garden. "So are we going to eat something at the Angry Coxswain or the Grinning Lion? Maybe at the Three Stars we could get something to eat also?" ,the weasel asked Aulric. It wouldn't sound like any type of speech to any pass-byer though, to them they would hear the normal chitter-chatter of a weasel.

Aulric glanced at Sarafina,"Naw, I think today we'll try out the Dripping Dagger, we haven't visited there in a while, and I want to hear what gossip might be flowing around the city lately too."

Sarafina yawned while Aulric spoke, and when finished speaking," As you wish. I was only giving suggestions that's all.",and the weasel appeared to go back to sleep.

Aulric smiled and shook his head," Next time, Sarafina, I'll let you decide where we go." Getting no reply from his familiar,Aulric sighed and let the matter drop. He kept up with King walking, no actually running to the Garden. The time with King was slowly building up his Stamina, especially all the walks the dog liked to take in a day.

Aulric adjusted his newly acquired Musketeer hat on his head, remembering that later in the day he was going to have to meet with Enialas to have two feather tokens made for his hat. "I definitely need a plume or two for my hat, don't you agree,Sarafina?" the only response was a low snore coming from the weasel. "Well that figures......." Aulric frowned thinking that Sarafina was acting a snottish today.
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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Thu Mar 06, 2014 1:15 pm

The red haired one labored under a strange melancholy while the masked elf was gone. Couldn't place it.. but it rankled, festered. The human lad was using a knife point to dig dirt out from a fingernail and watching a trio of girls dance on a stage yet felt none of it. Not what he ought to for a bunch of nubile girls nor for accidentally digging in a bit too far. Though the latter one did eventually get his attention, resulting in the knife being dropped and Red walking out the door abruptly. The scarlet haired one seemed at best uneasy, or irritated, though if that river was deeper than it looked then perhaps he was best left alone tonight?

"But that's the problem.. Another night alone, nobody to join the dance."

Seeing him scowl was uncommon at best, and yet he wandered the streets with one stretched across his face just the same. Or he wandered circles around the play house as if constantly checking to see if the elf had come back yet- which he of course had not. He passed by once kicking a tin cup, then the next time walking backward, and finally just creeping slowly as you can be. It was when he stopped doing circles that there was cause for concern though.

Not many would have a clue where he'd gone after that, only one God in fact and two or three of his servants, perhaps a few wharf rats. The scarlet haired one perched on the end of a pier at the docks and spoke at something in the dark, venting whatever had begun to fester inside to it. Sharing a secret or two perhaps, even if they weren't exactly hard to guess.

"That elf had best be back soon.. before this stops working."
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Re: The Daily Dragon: Journals

Postby Seekerthefallen » Thu Mar 06, 2014 4:17 pm

She hangs upside down from the rafter by her legs and finishes working the large loop through the hole in the beam. "Alright.. That should about do it?"

"I don't know why I am being used in this manner. Your suppose to be helping me with my chair. Now making me stand here and hold this ladder."Are you about done?" The man was mid 30's and the only other adopted child of Glenna.

He was a handsome sort of rugged man, and for a short time. Had been a man that Glenna had considered to marry to Runa. It didn't quite work out that way, but they were still surprising fine with just being reborn siblings under the mother that gave no birth to either of them. "Randall do you mind moving the ladder over a bit."

"Fine, ladder monkey for now. Then you and I have to get to work planning Mother's birthday. She's turning .." Stops to count, "Well, you know how it goes with her."

"Yeah I know all about it." Shifting to get herself in a better position to lower the light."Alright, how about that?" Speaking not to Randall but the penguin that popped up to look out of the basket. "I think we can hang the lantern don't you think?"

With the flexibility of a snake, she pulled herself up and then sat on the beam. "There is something to be said about being a tiny little thing." Speaking outloud to herself, and reaching to where the fine crafted lantern candellier was tied up.

It was a cool looking piece that had four large glass and silver lanterns hanging from each corner. The glass was a soft ice blue and clearly hand-blown as well.

"I'm glad I brought it. I really think my glass business is coming along. So, will you fix my chair now?" He looked around the space that he had created. "You are really doing good with this."

"Yes, after I do this. I will fix the chair and we can talk about the birthday. "Untieing the rope, she carefully lowered the candellier down the length of chain. "Well, what do you think Mr Percival?" The penguin appeared to like it, and she moved from the beam onto the held ladder and climbed down.

Randall looked to the penguin that had for the most part not taken much of a liking to him either. "Why is this bird so men?"

"I think it will do really well to keep the place really lit up." She picked up Percival and gave Randall a look, "He's not mean. "Carefully holding him to her. "Starting to really look like a shop." With that good thought in mind, she turned and headed over to the chair. Setting the penguin down and smirking. "Alright let's fix it."
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