| [Nim] says: Oh! Jegen! Wait here, I gotta surprise for ya! |
| Nim grins. |
| [Jegen] says: ..Alright |
| Sassandra watches the gnome swim away with curious eyes. |
| [Jegen] says: I hope it doesn't explode, what ever it is... |
| [Wren] says: I think your chances are even either way |
| Wren smiles at Sassandra. |
| Potar shrugs. "well, Nim has been good with making more 'stable' trinkets." |
| Jegen shrugs. Who knows? |
| Jegen waves at Flit. |
| [Jegen] says: Hullo Flit! |
| Flit waves. |
| [Wren] says: Ah thank you, I was hoping someone would think to do that |
| [Flit] says: Hi! |
| Angaelen smiles at the gnomish constable. |
| [Jegen] says: How are you? |
| Potar looks up and smiles to Flit. "Good evening, Flit." |
| [Flit] says: 'M pretty good! Did we start yet? |
| [Angaelen] says: I figured it was a matter of time. |
| [Jegen] says: Not yet |
| Dahla smiles and waves at Flit. "Not yet!" |
| [Dahla] says: People are still unsure if it's at eight or half-past. |
| [Sassandra] says: Probably not for a little while yet... |
| [Jegen] says: Eight is more of a gathering time, there’s no real start time that’s set in stone it seems |
| [Flit] says: But we made everybody chronometers! |
| [Sassandra] says: Chronometers? |
| [Odile] says: Excuse me for a moment. I must attend to something. |
| Nim waves at Flit. |
| [Nim] says: Hi Flit! |
| Angaelen looks to Nim for an ... explanation, given the banner he bears. |
| Sassandra looks over to the clock tower at Lakeshire. "Surely folks can just look at that big one." |
| [Flit] says: Hi! |
| [Flit] says: Wow, Nim. . . . where'd y'get that? |
| Angaelen begins to lay out her writing kit. |
| Nim completely misses Angaelen's look, too busy looking at Jegen and grinning. |
| [Nim] says: Like m'new outfit, Jegen? |
| [Jegen] says: ... |
| [Jegen] says: you are SO copying me |
| Flit giggles at Nim. |
| [Jegen] says: But it looks good |
| Angaelen chuckles at Jegen. |
| Irish greets everyone with a hearty hello! |
| Sassandra looks over to the gnomes and laughs. "Well, one of you is still more... blue." |
| Wren waves at Irish. |
| Angaelen nods at Irish. |
| [Jegen] says: I'm still the better dressed one... |
| [Flit] says: We haven't started yet! So you're not even late! |
| [Irish] says: wonderful |
| [Nim] says: I was 'ere earlier. I had t'get all this mage stuff first. |
| Flit grins. |
| Jegen shrugs. Who knows? |
| [Nim] says: Flit, sit over 'ere! |
| [Sassandra] says: You two realize that with those hats... no one can see your eyes? |
| [Flit] says: 'S more magey that way. |
| [Sassandra] says: That means you could BOTH be lying, and no one would tell the difference. |
| Angaelen listens to the boar's rattle ... murmuring "It is a good thing Miss Trinn isn't about ..." |
| [Nim] says: Yeah. We do lots of magic stuff now. |
| [Jegen] says: Can too....under my goggles... |
| Nim waves his hands in the air, haphazardly "drawing sigils". |
| [Geril] says: They do that on purpose. Never know what they're looking at. |
| Flit giggles at Nim. |
| [Jegen] says: ...That’s not Magic Nim.. |
| [Nim] says: A'course not! I dun wanna use real magic 'ere. |
| [Nim] says: It would spoil th'peacefulness of story night! |
| Nim grins at Jegen. |
| [Jegen] says: If you say so |
| [Flit] says: Yeah! |
| Angaelen raises an eyebrow at Nim. "And what sort of magic might that be?" |
| [Sassandra] says: Only if it's the wrong kind of magic. |
| Nim glances over to Angaelen and smiles. |
| [Nim] says: Really neat stuff. |
| [Nim] says: Stuff too neat and possibly dangerous t'talk 'bout here. |
| [Jegen] says: If you want real Magic, I'll open a portal back to Stormwind when this is over |
| Nim nods sagely. |
| [Nim] says: Fine! I'll do a magic display! |
| [Flit] says: Ooooh. . . |
| Nim reaches down and puts his hand on his belt. |
| [Nim] says: 'm gonna disappear! |
| Flit peers up at Nim, expectantly. |
| Irish looks over at Jegen |
| [Nim] says: One... two... |
| Angaelen watches Nim carefully. |
| [Nim] says: Three! |
| Nim flips a switch on his belt. |
| Irish claps excitedly. |
| Flit claps excitedly. |
| Sassandra claps for Cyrill, clearly unimpressed. |
| Irish cheers! |
| [Jegen] says: ...That isn't magic.. |
| Angaelen blinks. |
| [Dahla] says: Wow, Nim! |
| [Flit] says: Well, how'd he do it, then? |
| [Angaelen] says: But he did as he said ... |
| Nim 's squirrel runs off independently and definitely isn't following him. |
| [Sassandra] says: That might fool small children into thinking it's magic, perhaps. |
| Angaelen shrugs at Mechanical Squirrel. Who knows? |
| [Jegen] says: Its most likely a technologic trick |
| [Jegen] says: For REAL magic... |
| [Irish] says: maybe he has the favor of a god? |
| [Flit] says: But he's still disappeared. A cloakin' device only lasts a few seconds. |
| Jegen points in front of the fallen tree |
| Angaelen looks to the fallen tree. |
| [Jegen] says: So there |
| [Sassandra] says: Long enough to do most of what you need while invisible, though! |
| Angaelen feels her eyes widen as the heat rushes from the ground. |
| [Flit] says: A bomb can do that, though. |
| [Jegen] says: ..Fine |
| Odile shivers. |
| [Jegen] says: Can a bomb do that? |
| [Irish] says: O my I forgot! |
| [Cyrill] says: Hmm, my master never taught me that one... |
| Nim bonks Jegen on the noggin. Doh! |
| Nim grins wickedly at Jegen. |
| [Irish] says: My call name is Irish so you all know |
| [Flit] says: Hi, mister! |
| [Irish] says: But I am of the O'Scanlan clan |
| [Jegen] says: ... |
| [Jegen] says: Ow |
| [Irish] says: sorry I forgot to introduce my self |
| [Flit] says: I'm Flit Flutterby, pleased to meetcha! |
| Irish claps excitedly for Nim. |
| [Wren] says: S'ok, everyone gets around to it eventually |
| Wren smiles at Irish. |
| [Jegen] says: You're lucky I'm in a good mood Nim |
| [Nim] says: I miss anythin' from bein' in another dimension for so long? |
| [Flit] says: Nope! |
| Jegen pokes Nim. Hey! |
| Nim pokes Jegen. Hey! |
| Jegen pokes Nim. Hey! |
| Nim pokes Jegen. Hey! |
| Jegen pokes Nim. Hey! |
| Nim bonks Jegen on the noggin. Doh! |
| Jegen bonks Nim on the noggin. Doh! |
| Nim bonks Jegen on the noggin. Doh! |
| Nim pokes Jegen. Hey! |
| [Flit] says: Quit that this minute! |
| [Jegen] says: fine... |
| [Cyrill] says: Hmm, gnomish death fights, that was worth the gryphon flight here... |
| Nim grins sheepishly over at Flit. |
| [Nim] says: Sorry. |
| [Jegen] says: If you want a death fight, put me & Fizzle in a room for a length of time |
| [Flit] says: You two behave! Story Night's s'posed t'be peaceable! |
| [Nim] says: I am behavin'! He started it anyway. |
| [Jegen] says: We were just having Fun |
| [Jegen] says: Did not |
| [Jegen] says: You hit me first! |
| [Nim] says: You poked me first. |
| [Jegen] says: I poked you because you hit me |
| Flit sticks her fingers in her ears and resolutely stares past the two gnomes beside her to the lake. It's a really nice lake. |
| [Nim] says: and I hit you cause y'doubted my magic abilities! |
| Jegen rolls his eyes |
| Angaelen nods to Poynard. "Welcome back to the circle, Magistrate..." |
| Poynard nods to Angaelen "Thank you." |
| Odile nods respectfully to the Magistrate. |
| Jegen shrugs and grins at the ground, seemingly amused by something |
| Nim looks confident that he won and looks about the circle. |
| Flit wiggles her toes, fingers still in ears, watching the lake. |
| [Jegen] says: I don't suppose you've seen Miss Neia today Nim? |
| Nim shakes his head. |
| [Nim] says: Haven't seen 'er for a while, actually.. |
| [Nim] says: Well, not since th'meetin' |
| [Jegen] says: Ah |
| [Jegen] says: Oh well hopefully she'll show up here |
| Nim nods at Jegen. |
| Jegen smiles and refocuses on the spot on the ground |
| Nim fidgets once more. |
| Irish lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| [Nim] says: So... um... are we gonna get started soon...? |
| Nim tentatively ventures. |
| Flit takes one finger out of her ear experimentally, and when she fails to hear more arguing, takes the other out as well. |
| Dahla grins and nods. "I think so, we've waited long enough for the stragglers." |
| Angaelen nods to Dahla. |
| Dahla stands and brushes a few strands of grass from her knees. |
| Flit brightens and looks up at Dahla. |
| Angaelen uncorks her bottle of ink, and tests the nib of her straight-pen. |
| [Dahla] says: Welcome, and welcome back, to Story Night. In Ingarath's absence, I'm your host, Dahla. I'll be helping things move somewhat smoothly, if this ever goes smoothly. |
| Flit giggles at Dahla. |
| Irish claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Wren smiles at Dahla. |
| Nim smiles at Dahla. |
| Geril snickers, "Smooth like broken rock." |
| Dahla grins and looks around the cozy circle. "Now, who is brave enough to give us the first story, song, poem?" |
| Irish smiles shyly. |
| Angaelen looks about, laying out several sheaves, weighing them down with rocks. |
| [Jegen] says: If no one else wants to go, I will... |
| Odile looks around the circle nervously, smiling when Jegen speaks up. |
| [Dahla] says: Please, sir! |
| Jegen brushes himself off |
| Nim smiles over to Jegen as he stands. |
| Irish cheers on Jegen |
| Sassandra quietly draws little circles in the red clay, smiling over to Jegen. |
| [Jegen] says: Alrighty, for introduction purposes, I'm Jegen Sparkwhistle, nice to meet you all |
| [Irish] says: Hail |
| Angaelen nods to the good gnome Sparkwhistle, making a note. |
| [Jegen] says: I have tonight to present a little piece I wrote Entitled, "Free Spirit" |
| Jegen smiles and clears his throat |
| Dahla looks on with a smile. |
| Odile listens attentively. |
| [Jegen] says: Life passes by too fast, leaving a small future and an empty past |
| [Jegen] says: The time on the clock ticks down, the eternal sea in which we all drown |
| [Jegen] says: Break free from the chains in which you're bound, Leave your mark, and make your sound |
| [Jegen] says: Remember the past, let it be your teacher, But move on and live for the Future |
| [Jegen] says: Life is calling, can't you hear it? Stop waiting for it to happen, be a free spirit |
| Jegen bows down graciously. |
| Irish claps excitedly. |
| Odile applauds. |
| Irish smiles at Jegen. |
| Cyrill claps excitedly. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Jegen. |
| Angaelen makes a few last jots on the paper she allotted to Jegen. |
| Geril applauds. Bravo! |
| Poynard applauds. Bravo! |
| Angaelen smiles at Jegen. |
| Dahla nods at Jegen and smiles warmly. "That was wonderful. Thank you so much." |
| [Jegen] says: You're welcome |
| Nim doesn't feel that went as smoothly as he anticipated |
| [Dahla] says: Now, tell me... who next has something to share? |
| Irish looks over at Shame |
| [Irish] says: come join the circle miss |
| Shame arches an eyebrow. |
| [Shame] says: I'm fine here...I may have to sneak off early. |
| Irish nods. |
| Angaelen looks up ... pondering a moment. |
| Nim leans over and whispers to Flit |
| Flit nods and grins. |
| Dahla looks around, smiling faintly. "Come on, you're not ALL shy, are you?" |
| Sassandra is really only half here tonight. |
| [Nim] says: I dun have a story. So s'not a matter of me bein' shy. |
| Nim grins. |
| [Sassandra] says: Sometimes it's a matter of timing... |
| Odile grins wryly. "I'm shy. AND I don't have a story." |
| [Angaelen] says: Well ... I did come across something at the Jester a few nights back ... |
| Dahla looks to Angaelen with relief, smiling and sitting back down. "Please!" |
| Bor waves. |
| Odile smiles at Bor. |
| [Angaelen] says: As far as the history of this piece goes, it was a song of lament sung in regards to those left behind during one of the wars ... |
| Bor nods at Odile. |
| Angaelen begins to take on a mournful tone as she starts to sing... |
| [Angaelen] says: Oh I wish I was on yon green hill,/ 'tis there I'd sit and cry my fill, / until every tear would turn the mill / Is go dte' tu' mo mhu'irni'n sla'n. |
| [Angaelen] says: Siu'il, siu'il, siu'il a ru'in /Siu'il go sochair agus siu'il go ciu'in / Siu'il go doras agus e'alaigh liom / Is go dte' tu' mo mhu'irni'n sla'n |
| [Angaelen] says: I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel / I'll sell my only spinning wheel / for to buy my love a sword of steel / Is go dte' tu' mo mhu'irni'n sla'n |
| [Angaelen] says: Siu'il, siu'il, siu'il a ru'in /Siu'il go sochair agus siu'il go ciu'in / Siu'il go doras agus e'alaigh liom / Is go dte' tu' mo mhu'irni'n sla'n |
| [Angaelen] says: I'll dye my petticoats / I'll dye them red, and 'round the world I'll beg my bread / until m'parents shall wish me dead / Is go dte' tu' mo mhu'irni'n sla'n |
| [Angaelen] says: Siu'il, siu'il, siu'il a ru'in /Siu'il go sochair agus siu'il go ciu'in / Siu'il go doras agus e'alaigh liom / Is go dte' tu' mo mhu'irni'n sla'n |
| Jegen blinks at Karn. |
| Flit waves at Karn. |
| Nim waves at Karn. |
| Cyrill greets Karn with a hearty hello! |
| Karn waves. |
| Dahla smiles at Karn. |
| Karn greets everyone warmly. |
| Wren waves at Karn. |
| [Jegen] says: ...Why is there a Tauren here? |
| [Angaelen] says: But now my lover has gone to lance, / to try his fortune to advance, / if he e'er comes back, oh, 'tis but a chance ... / Is go dte' tu' mo mhu'irni'n sla'n |
| [Angaelen] says: Siu'il, siu'il, siu'il a ru'in /Siu'il go sochair agus siu'il go ciu'in / Siu'il go doras agus e'alaigh liom / Is go dte' tu' mo mhu'irni'n sla'n |
| [Dahla] says: Some of them like the stories. |
| Nim smiles at Karn. |
| [Angaelen] says: < |
| Wendall lies down. |
| [Karn] says: [Orcish] Gul mog Regas Nakazz no'bu ogg |
| Irish claps excitedly. |
| Odile applauds. Bravo! |
| Wren claps excitedly for Angaelen. |
| Cyrill claps excitedly. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Angaelen. |
| Karn claps excitedly. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Angaelen. |
| Karn waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Nim waves goodbye to Karn. Farewell! |
| Geril waves goodbye to Karn. Farewell! |
| Sassandra applauds for Angaelen. |
| [Cyrill] says: Wonder where he's off to... |
| Wren clears her throat and looks around the circle with a smile |
| [Wren] says: I might remember a story I could tell |
| Angaelen takes up her pen. |
| Dahla smiles at Angaelen. "Thank you so much, Angaelen. And please, Wren!" |
| [Wren] says: Well then |
| [Dahla] says: Otherwise we'd have to get the pokers and crabs. |
| Wren grins wickedly at Dahla. |
| [Wren] says: As I may have mentioned before |
| [Wren] says: I hear all sorts of things in my travels |
| Nim looks over at the standing elf, smiling politely. |
| [Wren] says: And some of em stick |
| [Wren] says: Up here |
| Wren taps her head |
| [Wren] says: Now this one... |
| [Wren] says: It's a bit of an odd one |
| Sassandra remarks casually. "You can probably get them out with a sharp stick.." |
| Odile smothers a giggle with her hand. |
| Geril listens intently, now interested... |
| [Wren] says: Slynn told it to me, swore every word of it was true |
| [Wren] says: But we'd been drinkin' a bit that night |
| [Wren] says: So who's to say really |
| Bor cheers! |
| Nim waves at Teasel. |
| Flit stifles a giggle. |
| [Wren] says: But here it is all the same |
| Flit waves at Teasel. |
| Teasel waves and goes and sits in the gnome section. |
| Wren smiles. |
| [Wren] says: Young Peter Black was a good man, but everyone said he had one big fault. He loved to tell wild stories. |
| [Wren] says: Peter was a gravedigger. Many were the jobs he’d held before that, but with his wild stories, he’d managed to lose every one. |
| [Wren] says: Father Allen had warned him. “Peter, this is the last job you’re likely to get in this town. If you want to keep it, your wild stories must stop!” |
| [Wren] says: One night Peter couldn’t sleep. He tossed and he turned and at last got up to make himself some tea |
| [Bor] says: Whatsh sho bad about wild shtories eh? |
| [Wren] says: But when he glanced out his window, he saw the windows of the church ablaze with light. |
| [Wren] says: “What in the world . . . ?” muttered Peter. “There shouldn’t be anyone there, this time of night. And how’d they get in, anyway?” |
| [Wren] says: Peter pulled on a coat, crossed the yard, and quietly unlocked the back door. As he crept through the vestry, he heard a sound from the church. Meow, meow . . |
| [Wren] says: “Sounds like a cat,” murmured Peter. “But I never knew a cat to light a candle.” |
| [Wren] says: (Now this is where things get a bid odd...but I'm almost positive this is how it was told to me) |
| [Wren] says: He peered around the curtain hung at the church entrance, and what he saw made him gasp. There was not one cat, but hundreds of cats, of every size and coloring. They filled the pews, and all of them sat upright just like people. |
| Bor laughs. |
| [Wren] says: On the steps to the altar, a big black cat - the biggest cat Peter had ever seen - was kneeling with his head bowed. Standing above him with paws upraised was a black cat in bishop’s robes, intoning, “Meow, meow . . . .” |
| [Cyrill] says: Well...that isn’t creepy at all |
| Teasel giggles. |
| [Wren] says: An altar kitten approached with a velvet pillow on which lay a small golden crown. The bishop lifted the crown and solemnly placed it on the kneeling cat’s head. |
| Bor casts a suspicious glance at the cat behind him... ...hic! |
| [Wren] says: The church exploded with cries of Meow, meow! Peter didn’t wait to see more. He raced through the vestry and back to his cottage, where he jumped into bed and stayed trembling under the covers till morning. |
| Angaelen smiles at the cat by Wren's ankles. |
| Wren gently pats Siamese. |
| Odile grins at her tabby. |
| [Wren] says: Bright and early, Peter was over to see Father Allen. The priest was reading in the conservatory, his black cat Tom curled up on his lap. |
| Nim leans forward, entranced by the story. |
| Flit wriggles. |
| [Bor] says: Tomsh a demon cat! |
| [Wren] says: “Good morning, Peter,” said the priest. “What brings you here so early?” |
| [Wren] says: “Father Allen, I came to tell you about something terribly weird in the church last night. I saw these lights and I went over to check, and I heard a meow.” |
| Odile chuckles at the dwarf next to her. |
| [Wren] says: “Meow,” said the priest’s cat, Tom. |
| Teasel giggles. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Wren. |
| [Wren] says: “Yes, just like that,” said Peter. |
| Bor laughs. |
| [Wren] says: And when I looked, there were hundreds of cats in the church. And there was this one big black cat, and he was kneeling in front, and their bishop was crowning him.” |
| [Wren] says: Father Allen was looking at him sternly. “Peter, do you remember what I told you about wild stories?” |
| [Wren] says: “Of course I do, Father.” “Then let’s have no more of this, all right?” “But, Father!” |
| [Wren] says: “Listen, Peter, I have an errand for you. Will you walk over to Lakeshire today and deliver a message?” |
| [Wren] says: Peter would and Peter did. But he didn’t get to it till late afternoon, and by the time he started home, it was already dusk. |
| [Bor] says: Lakeshire? |
| Bor looks across the lake. |
| [Wren] says: He decided to take a shortcut cross-country |
| Bor shoos Great Goretusk away. Be gone pest! |
| [Wren] says: He was halfway through a meadow and up to a stand of trees when he heard a commotion. From beyond the meadow came the barking of a dog and a chorus of Meow, meow. |
| Flit 's eyes go wide. |
| [Wren] says: “Is it those cats again?” said Peter in alarm, ducking behind a tree. |
| Sassandra listens intently to Wren. |
| [Bor] says: I hope the doggy wins |
| Odile stretches her legs, trying to get comfortable. |
| [Wren] says: A dog raced into the meadow, barking for all it was worth. Right behind were a dozen cats with bows and arrows, riding, yes, riding on the backs of bridled foxes |
| Dahla leans forward, listening keenly. |
| Odile blinks. |
| Angaelen blinks at Wren. |
| Bor gasps. |
| Wren nods |
| [Flit] says: Ooooooh. |
| Teasel giggles at Wren. |
| Irish mouth drops |
| [Wren] says: The big black cat at their head was wearing a golden crown. |
| Angaelen gasps at Wren. |
| Nim grins, listening to the story. |
| [Odile] says: Looks like the dog's going to lose. |
| [Wren] says: At first Peter thought the dog was leading the cats on the trail of their quarry. Then he realized, No, they’re hunting the dog! |
| [Bor] says: Oh no! |
| Teasel whispers loudly to Flit, "I like this story!" |
| Fizzlepocket strolls in, hoistin' his trousers high, and lookin' around the group. |
| Flit grins and nods at Teasel. |
| Jegen mutters quietly, "I bet Mice hunt the Cats..." |
| Angaelen smiles at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Teasel] says: Dog hunting sounds fun! |
| [Wren] says: But back to the story! |
| Bor gasps at Teasel. |
| Fizzlepocket walks by Jegen and Nim, slapping both in the side of the head as he passes, and sits down. |
| Angaelen nods at Wren. |
| [Wren] says: The other cats gave up the chase and crowded anxiously around him. Then with loud, mournful cries of Meow, meow, they laid him over the back of his fox and returned the way they had come. |
| Flit waves at Fizzlepocket. |
| Bor laughs at Fizzlepocket. |
| Dahla waves at Fizzlepocket. |
| Odile leans over to Bor, and whispers, "What's a hippie?" |
| Nim turns quickly to Fizzle and gives him a dirty look. |
| Fizzlepocket looks at the two, and then to the squirrel that's OBVIOUSLY in his seat. |
| [Wren] says: Peter stood shaking till they were out of sight, then nipped off home as fast as his wobbly legs would bear him. He found Father Allen at supper, with his cat, Tom, nibbling from a dish by the table. |
| Bor shrugs at Odile. Who knows? |
| [Bor] says: A body part I think |
| Fizzlepocket stares Mechanical Squirrel down. |
| Teasel says to Fizzle, "There you are! Be very quiet; they're hunting dogs!" |
| Jegen suddenly has this urge to watch fizzle "Spontaneously Combust" |
| [Wren] says: “Father, it’s about those cats. I was crossing a meadow, and I heard a dog barking and all these cats crying meow!” |
| [Wren] says: “Meow,” said Tom. |
| [Wren] says: “Yes, just like that,” said Peter. |
| Wren grins |
| Teasel shoos the squirrel away. It takes up a defensive stance between her and Fizzlepocket. |
| [Wren] says: “And then the cats came riding into the meadow on foxes, all of them chasing this dog, but then the cat with the crown fell off and hit his head and . . . and . . . and . . . . Father, why’s Tom staring at me like that?” |
| Teasel rolls her eyes at the squirrel and shrugs. |
| [Bor] says: Kill Tom! ...hic! |
| [Wren] says: Father Allen put down his fork. “Peter, I’ve warned you often enough about your wild stories. Now, if you come to me talking like this again, I’m going to have to let you go. Do you understand?” |
| [Wren] says: “But, Father, it’s no story. I swear it!” |
| Teasel grins widely at Wren. |
| [Wren] says: “That’s enough, Peter! Now, I’m sorry to ask you so late, but I have another chore for you. Mrs. Pennyweather has passed on suddenly, and tomorrow’s the funeral. I need you to dig her grave tonight.” |
| Fizzlepocket stares blankly at Wren, and mutters to Teasel. |
| Flit blinks at Wren. |
| Bor opens his eyes widely. |
| [Wren] says: So it was that Peter was digging in the graveyard by the light of the full moon. It was hard work, and he had to keep resting, and it wasn’t till right around midnight that he finished |
| [Wren] says: Just as he was about to climb out, he heard a distant Meow, then again, Meow, and again, Meow. |
| Blastom cheers at Wren! |
| Nim stares up at Wren with anticipation. |
| [Wren] says: “It’s the cats!” declared Peter. He scrunched down in the grave, then carefully peered over the edge. |
| Angaelen looks on expectantly, before continuing her writing. |
| [Bor] says: I hope he brought a weapon! |
| [Wren] says: Coming across the graveyard was the black bishop cat, and behind him were six more black cats, carrying on their shoulders a small coffin. |
| [Wren] says: The box was covered with a pall of black velvet, and sitting on top was the golden crown that Peter had seen twice before. |
| [Wren] says: The cats walked slowly and solemnly, and at every third step cried, Meow. |
| [Flit] says: Awwww. Poor cats. |
| Wren hears her cat Luck say "Meow" |
| [Wren] says: Yes just like that |
| Wren gently pats Siamese. |
| Bor shivers. |
| [Wren] says: Their path went right by the grave where Peter hid, and when they were but a few feet away, the bishop held up a paw for a halt. Then he turned and stared straight at Peter and spoke. |
| [Wren] says: “Tell Tom Tildrum . . . that Tim Toldrum’s . . . dead.” |
| Odile gasps. |
| [Wren] says: Then he lowered his paw, and the cats walked on, and at every third step cried, Meow. |
| Nim gasps, looking up at Wren in disbelief. |
| Bor scratches his beard. |
| [Wren] says: Well, Peter scrambled out of that grave and bolted for Father Allen’s. He pounded on the door, shouting, “Father! Father! Let me in!” |
| Wendall shifts slightly. |
| Flit 's eyes well up with tears. |
| Irish is scared! |
| [Wren] says: At last the door opened and Father Allen stood there sleepily in his nightshirt. “Peter, what’s going on? |
| Irish shivers |
| Odile cuddles her tabby comfortingly. |
| [Wren] says: “Let me in, Father, please, and I’ll tell you.” |
| [Wren] says: Father Allen led him into the library, where Tom yawned and stretched on his cat bed. The priest lit a lamp. |
| Angaelen nods sadly as she writes on, making a small caricature of a cat wearing a mitter. |
| Bor walks over to Wendall and pokes him with a stick... |
| Bor shrugs. Who knows? |
| [Wren] says: “Now, what’s this all about, Peter?” “Father, you’ve got to believe me. I was out digging Mrs. Pennyweather’s grave when I heard a meow” |
| [Wren] says: “Meow,” said Tom. |
| Flit sniffles. |
| [Wren] says: “Yes, just like that,” said Peter. |
| [Wren] says: “And I looked and saw seven black cats, and one was the bishop, and the others were carrying a coffin with a crown, and they came right up next to me, and the bishop stopped them and stared at me just like Tom there |
| [Wren] says: and . . . and . . . and . . . . Father, why’s Tom staring at me like that?” |
| Nim frowns over at Flit and gives her a quick hug, before looking back up to Wren. |
| [Wren] says: “Peter…” began the priest. |
| [Wren] says: “But, Father, I tell you, he spoke to me! And he gave me a message. I’m to tell Tom Tildrum that Tim Toldrum’s dead. But how can I tell Tom Tildrum that Tim Toldrum’s dead when I don’t know who Tom Tildrum is?” |
| Flit nods and hugs Nim back before wiping her eyes, still listening. |
| [Teasel] says: It's the cat! |
| Flit nods. |
| Fizzlepocket looks horribly confused by this story, and goes to prodding the mechanical squirrel to his right. |
| [Wren] says: “Peter, this is the last straw. I’ve warned you again and again!” “Father! Look at Tom! Look at Tom!” |
| Dahla nods along with Flit. |
| Bor gasps. |
| [Wren] says: Tom was swaying, and Tom was swelling, and Tom was standing on his two hind legs, and then Tom spoke. |
| Wendall grumbles. |
| Irish gasps. |
| Teasel whispers to Fizzlepocket, "No taking him apart!" |
| [Wren] says: “What? Tim Toldrum dead? Then I’m... the KING o’ the CATS!” |
| [Wren] says: Tom leaped toward the fireplace, and with a single Meow |
| Fizzlepocket looks quite downtrodden. "Come on!" |
| Wren looks down at Luck "meow" says Luck |
| [Wren] says: Yes! Just like that! |
| Flit smiles. |
| Angaelen nods at Wren. |
| [Wren] says: he bounded up the chimney and was gone |
| [Wren] says: Never to be seen again |
| [Flit] says: Not ever? |
| [Wren] says: Not ever! |
| Teasel whispers, "Not on the first date, at least." Then, amazed, "Up the chimney? Fireproof cat!" |
| Flit 's eyes widen. |
| Dahla shakes her head. "The King of Cats..." |
| [Wren] says: But folks said ever afterwards |
| [Wren] says: That it was a shame that the priest was so fond of telling wild stories... |
| Wren grins |
| Wren bows down graciously. |
| Bor laughs. |
| Odile laughs. |
| Kaleka giggles. |
| Irish claps excitedly. |
| Teasel giggles at Wren. |
| Flit grins. |
| Flit applauds at Wren. Bravo! |
| Irish smiles. |
| Kaleka cheers at Wren! |
| Potar claps excitedly. |
| Cyrill applauds. Bravo! |
| Sassandra claps excitedly for Wren. |
| Shame grins. |
| Bor claps excitedly. |
| Angaelen applauds at Wren. Bravo! |
| Dahla applauds at Wren. Bravo! |
| Geril smiles impressively. |
| Teasel muses. "I wonder how hard it would be to fireproof a cat?" |
| [Flit] says: That was a good story! |
| Odile applauds at Wren. Bravo! |
| Nim claps excitedly for Wren. |
| Geril applauds. Bravo! |
| [Nim] says: Yeah! |
| Bor waves at Agahmath. |
| [Dahla] says: Wren, that was wonderful! It sounds like a Slynn story, too, with less yelling. |
| Angaelen finishes her drawing of the mittered cat, below Wren's story of "Peter & The King of Cats" as she dubs it. |
| [Dahla] says: Thank you so very much! |
| Fizzlepocket claps, still quite distracted by the urge to tear Teasel's squirrel apart. |
| Agahmath waves at Bor. |
| Wren nods |
| [Irish] says: Pardon me everyone but I must leave thank you for your company |
| Irish waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| Fizzlepocket whispers loudly... "I'll let you... Erm...." |
| Sassandra waves at Irish. |
| Bor waves goodbye to Irish. Farewell! |
| [Wren] says: There WAS a great deal more yelling in the first telling |
| Kaleka whispers to Wendall. |
| Sassandra grins at Wren. |
| Nim snickers. |
| Dahla looks around the circle, still smiling. "Well then, who would like to go next?" |
| Wren smiles. |
| Fizzlepocket starts digging through his bags looking for something Teasel could disassemble. |
| Wendall blinks |
| Wendall lies down. |
| Teasel doesn't notice Fizzlepocket's gaze upon her squirrel, because she is gazing speculatively over at the Siamese cat. |
| Bor scratches his beard. |
| Sassandra looks nervously through a book. |
| Potar looks to Dahla and gives a nod, closing his aged book carefully. |
| [Odile] says: I am afraid I must also take my leave. Thank you everyone, for the lovely stories. |
| Teasel looks between cat and fire. |
| Odile bows down graciously. |
| Bor waves goodbye to Odile. Farewell! |
| Angaelen waves at Odile. |
| [Dahla] says: Thank you for joining us, miss. I hope you enjoyed it. |
| [Kaleka] says: Proclaimin? |
| Kaleka puts her hand over her mouth. |
| Fizzlepocket sighs. "I got nuttin' t'give ya for collateral.... feh...." |
| Wendall shifts again, flipping over. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... Can I just LOOK at it? |
| Potar rests a hand upon the bronze silver Hand insignia briefly, closing his eyes for a moment before setting the book down. |
| Teasel giggles at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Bor] says: I can't think of anythin' but I'll try to think of a good one fer next week... |
| [Teasel] says: Then hands off! |
| Sassandra looks over to Potar curiously |
| [Kaleka] says: Come on, Wendall, if ye ain't listenin' ye can't stay! |
| [Potar] says: Dahla, if I may. |
| [Wendall] says: Fine. |
| Fizzlepocket sighs. "Fiiiiine." |
| [Kaleka] says: I need t'help. |
| Wendall shrugs. |
| Dahla smiles at Potar with relief. "Please." |
| Potar stands up, walking to the campfire. |
| [Wendall] says: where are we going? |
| [Potar] says: This is a small poem, based on events of recent past. This comes direct from memory, so forgive me if this is a bit slow. |
| Angaelen looks to the Tree bannered, brown haired man. |
| Potar clears his throat. |
| [Bor] says: Lets hear it lad |
| Nim smiles at Potar. |
| [Potar] says: "A war without end |
| [Potar] says: Was perceived by all, |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Oh! |
| [Potar] says: Without the strength of resolve |
| [Potar] says: We will indeed surely fall. |
| Angaelen carefully transcribes with long, flowing script. |
| [Potar] says: Where Fathers were once sons, where kings were once lords, |
| [Potar] says: Where no day turned to night, without blood upon the sword. |
| Nim fidgets a bit, smiling politely up at the human and listening to the tale. |
| Fizzlepocket starts going through his bags again.... c'mon, where is it... AH! There it is! He pulls out a bag sending one squirrel flying, probably Flit's, and throws it out in front of where he was sitting. He opens the bag, pulls out some beer, and listens. |
| [Potar] says: Where the only moment of peace, was a simple prayer to the Light, |
| [Potar] says: And no day succumbed to the next, without many the battle and fight. |
| [Teasel] says: Hey! I said hands off! |
| Potar takes a deep breath. |
| Teasel hushes and listens to the poem, glaring at Fizzle. |
| [Potar] says: Of all the lives lost, and lands stripped away, |
| [Potar] says: Why would we go on tomorrow, when there is so little left today? |
| Flit frowns slightly. |
| [Potar] says: The strength of a Knight, is for naught without a soul, |
| [Potar] says: The fire inside the shining heart, is what makes each person whole. |
| [Potar] says: The courage to the bitter end, the Portal of Night doth dissolve, |
| [Potar] says: ...and no one will dare question... |
| [Potar] says: ...the strength of resolve. |
| Potar nods solemnly to the crowd and backs to his seat. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Potar. |
| Sassandra applauds for Potar |
| Agahmath applauds at Potar. Bravo! |
| Nim claps excitedly for Potar. |
| Bor claps excitedly. |
| Agahmath cheers at Potar! |
| Wren cheers at Potar! |
| Geril applauds. Bravo! |
| Teasel snorts at Fizzlepocket and takes some beer from his bag. |
| [Geril] says: Wonderful. |
| Angaelen sets down her pen gently, nodding solemnly. |
| Teasel cheers at Potar! |
| [Agahmath] says: Well told, an' well versed! |
| [Nim] says: I thought it was pretty good, Potar! |
| Sassandra nods at Potar. "You're quite the poet" |
| Dahla looks to Potar with a smile. "Potar, that was... wonderful. As always. But thank you so very much." |
| Agahmath nods at Potar. |
| Potar nods to Dahla, smiling. |
| Wren nods her appreciation "That was wonderful and well told" |
| Fizzlepocket grumbles. This is already lookin' pretty bad... |
| Sassandra bookmarks a passage in a tome she's been looking through. |
| [Dahla] says: I know it's hard to follow all these wonderful tales and poems and songs, but we're here to share and enjoy. Who next would like to share? |
| Nim waves at Naina. |
| Fizzlepocket shrugs, and points. "Look, here comes your squirrel, PERFECTLY fine." |
| Geril looks around the circle. |
| Jegen waves at Naina. |
| Sassandra watches everyone else first. |
| Teasel goes through Fizzlepocket's bag some more and pulls out an impressive-looking firework, the kind that doesn't just make noise or smoke a lot. |
| [Agahmath] says: I apologize, but I must be headin' off. |
| [Nim] says: Hi Nini! |
| Naina waves at Nim. |
| Bor waves goodbye to Agahmath. Farewell! |
| Naina waves at Jegen. |
| Wren waves goodbye to Agahmath. Farewell! |
| Nim hugs Naina. |
| Wendall lies down. |
| Teasel waves at Naina. |
| Flit waves at Agahmath. |
| Sassandra waves to the dwarf. |
| Angaelen waves goodbye to Agahmath. Farewell! |
| [Geril] says: Eh... |
| [Agahmath] says: Next week, mayhaps I'll be tellin' ye all a tale 'o Dwarven History, so keep an ear out! |
| Naina waves at Teasel. |
| Naina waves at Flit. |
| Fizzlepocket looks at the squirrel, all dented, battered, beaten, and jittering... ".... Meh." |
| Bor cheers at Agahmath! |
| Angaelen smirks slyly at Agahmath. |
| [Geril] says: I suppose I could tell a quick story... I can barely remember it, though. |
| Angaelen looks expectantly at Geril. |
| Agahmath bows down graciously. |
| [Dahla] says: Please, Geril. Just make up what you don't recall. |
| [Nim] says: Give it a try then! |
| Dahla winks slyly at Geril. |
| [Sassandra] says: I have something, but it's not mine. So I'll defer to the man in violet. |
| Fizzlepocket prays that Teasel doesn't notice... "Another beer?' |
| Teasel grins. "Sure!" |
| [Geril] says: Okay, okay. This story has great meaning in my life, despite my fractured memory of it. Please forgive me if you know better. |
| Flit waves belatedly at Naina and grins. |
| Nim leans over and whispers to Naina. |
| Geril rubs his head as he tries to remember the specific story. |
| Nim grins wickedly at Naina. |
| Teasel shows Fizzlepocket's firework to Flit while she settles herself to listen to the new story. |
| [Geril] says: Ah, well, this story begins on a beach of a large sea... |
| [Geril] says: you see, there was a person... This boy, I suppose. He was walking along the beach casually. |
| Bor notices the firework and opens his eyes wide. |
| Flit scratches her nose. |
| [Geril] says: Now, it had recently rained... Or... whatever. Anyhow, the tide had come in overnight. |
| Wendall sighs, tossing his hearthstone to the side. |
| Flit nods and studies the firework with an intent sort of look. |
| [Geril] says: Now, the tide left later, but it had deposited many creatures native to the sea floor on the beach. Those that wouldn't survive long without the water that left. |
| Bor tries to figure out what its made out of. |
| Nim shrugs at Naina. Who knows? |
| Aredis pokes Wendall. Hey! |
| Teasel lets Flit have the firework; she's listening to Geril as if he's setting up a particularly difficult logic problem. |
| [Wendall] says: don’t poke me. |
| Aredis shrugs at Wendall. Who knows? |
| [Geril] says: Anyhow, the boy noticed another person... A girl... On the beach. She was picking up the creatures one by one and taking them back out to the water... |
| Wren smiles |
| Flit takes it almost absently and starts peeling it apart. |
| [Geril] says: The boy hailed the girl and said... |
| Geril rubs his head again, recalling exact words... |
| Nim notices Flit out of he corner of his eye and watches her work with interest. |
| [Geril] says: Oh, yes... He said "Girl, are you mad? There's no way you'll be able to save all of them!" |
| Bor watches Flit and starts taking notes. |
| [Geril] says: The girl responded... "You're quite right, I won't be able to save them all..." |
| Teasel can't decide where to look. |
| Geril struggles again to remember the words. |
| Sassandra shoots Geril a concerned look. |
| [Geril] says: Ah, yes.. Still, she continued to pick one up and take it to the water, "Yes, but to this one... I have made all the difference in the world... I have saved this one's life." |
| Flit smiles at Geril. |
| Dahla smiles up at Geril as she listens, nodding her understanding. |
| Teasel blinks at Geril. |
| Geril smiles again, quite sure he has finished it mostly correctly. |
| [Teasel] says: Now I'm hungry.... |
| Nim waves at Elaran. |
| Wren claps excitedly for Geril. |
| Elaran waves at Nim. |
| Dahla applauds at Geril. Bravo! |
| Flit applauds at Geril. Bravo! |
| Angaelen sets down her pen. |
| Teasel claps excitedly for Geril. |
| Bor applauds. Bravo! |
| Naina applauds at Flit. Bravo! |
| Flit waves at Elaran. |
| Angaelen claps excitedly for Geril. |
| Cyrill claps excitedly. |
| Jegen claps excitedly. |
| Aredis folds his arms across his chest and listens carefully. |
| Sassandra smiles at Geril, a bit unsure of him though |
| [Wren] says: Lovely Geril, I wouldn't worry about your memory too much |
| [Dahla] says: Geril, thank you so much... well told. |
| [Elaran] says: Er. |
| Wren greets Elaran warmly. |
| [Elaran] says: Oops. |
| Jegen waves at Elaran. |
| Elaran smiles at Wren. |
| Dahla looks around the circle. "Now, who would care to share next? Or should I put my money where my mouth is, and tell a tale of my own?" |
| Angaelen gasps seeing the fire turn towards Geril ... |
| Wren grins "The second one!" |
| Sassandra widens her eyes at the somewhat precariously placed fires. |
| Flit grins wickedly at Dahla. |
| [Sassandra] says: I think the masses have spoken. |
| Fizzlepocket looks around. "Huh, what now?" |
| Elaran stares at Great Goretusk. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: That's a lie, I haven't said a word! |
| Geril tries not to catch fire. |
| Sassandra gazes at Fizzle. "You're not very massive, either." |
| [Bor] says: It's not such a good idea ta put the fire next ta the gnomes... |
| Teasel giggles at Sassandra. |
| [Dahla] says: Well then. I've told a couple of stories passed down to me from my friend, the ferryman... and this one comes from him, as well. |
| Nim grins wickedly at Bor. |
| [Nim] says: We're not gonna cause a problem, dun worry! |
| Bor laughs at Nim. |
| Fizzlepocket looks at the fire, and then at all the illegal fireworks he has. |
| Bor cheers at Fizzlepocket! |
| Fizzlepocket looks again to the fire, and then to the illegal fireworks. Fire, fireworks, fire, fireworks... |
| [Dahla] says: He swears up and down he heard it from the pirates on the river between Darkshire and Elwynn, but... I don't know many river pirates. Or what they'd want stealing hay or... pigs. |
| Elaran stares at Fizzle. |
| Bor nods at Fizzlepocket. |
| Teasel stares at the fire, fascinated. Fiiiire. |
| Fizzlepocket feels overwhelming pressure to throw in his sack... but should he? |
| Elaran blinks at Dahla. |
| Bor nods at Fizzlepocket. |
| Flit fishes around in her bag and pulls out a couple of cold Darkmoon Dogs. She puts it on the end of her sword and holds it over the fire. |
| Dahla grins at the gnomes fidgeting. "Well, the story's about a rancher... or more specifically, his wife. He died fairly early into their marriage, but he'd been very successful and left everything to her." |
| Fizzlepocket looks at Dahla, and with a subtle wave of his hand, throws in what could very well be the equivalent of our M-80. |
| [Flit] says: Was it a big ranch? |
| Wendall looks up and half-waves to Kyltania. |
| Fizzlepocket cringes at the blast, and feigns shock and surprise along with the rest of them. What the hell was that blast?! Who knows! |
| Teasel jumps at the boom and giggles. |
| Nim leans over and whispers to Flit. |
| Kyltania grins down at Wendall with a small grin, then nods to Aredis. |
| Dahla smiles at Flit. "A fair size. A couple of horses, and some cattle. Not so much that two people couldn't take care of it, but she was now alone." |
| Nim blinks at the boom and gives Fizzle a look. |
| Flit nods at Nim and hands him a Darkmoon Dog. |
| Wendall shifts again, rolling over. |
| Fizzlepocket throws his hands up in the air at Nim as if to say "What did I do?!" |
| Elaran rolls her eyes and sighs. |
| Nim takes the Darkmoon Dog, beaming. |
| [Dahla] says: Well, she was determined to keep the ranch, so she posted a note on a few of the meeting-boards in Elwynn and Stormwind to find a suitable ranch-hand. |
| Elaran mutters something about half-goblin engineers. |
| Syddan frowns and yanks on Wendall's nose uncertainly. |
| Wendall opens his eyes, frowning. |
| Syddan quietly snickers to herself. |
| Sithrade smiles at Shame. |
| Elaran listens intently to Dahla. |
| [Dahla] says: She got several responses. One, from a notorious drunk... she knew right away there wasn't a chance he would be living on the same farm as her. |
| [Teasel] says: Why not hire the river pirates? They'd work cheap, being so poor. |
| [Wendall] says: stop that. |
| Bor waves at Syddan. |
| [Syddan] says: I only did it once... |
| [Elaran] says: They'd steal stuff. |
| Fizzlepocket slides another rather loud firework into Teasel's hand. He looks at her, daring her. |
| Flit waves at Cogitatus. |
| Syddan waves at Bor. |
| Cogitatus waves at Flit. |
| Dahla grins at Teasel. "I don't believe that there ARE river pirates. What do they do, hold up Antonio Perelli? He could just run away onshore. |
| Cogitatus smiles at Flit. |
| Naina yawns a bit |
| Naina is very young you know. |
| [Flit] says: Maybe they hold up the murlocs! |
| Elaran snickers at Flit. |
| Syddan prods Jegen in the back. |
| Teasel grins wickedly and slips it into her other hand, then tosses it suddenly into the fire and points at Jegen. |
| Naina whispers |
| Sithrade hugs Adhira. |
| Adhira hugs Sithrade. |
| Sithrade hugs Shame. |
| Shame hugs Sithrade. |
| Kyltania stares Felena down. |
| Nim takes a bite of his darkmoon dog and look back to Naina. Seeing she's walked off, he shrugs and takes another bite. |
| [Dahla] says: Well, after a half-dozen applications -- oh, I HOPE so, Flit! -- she finally met a fairly young man who seemed just fine. |
| Fizzlepocket smiles. He likes her already. "What the hell, Jegen?!" |
| Wendall opens his eyes again. |
| Sithrade hugs Adhira. |
| Sithrade smiles at Felena. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: The lady's trying to tell a story, and you're throwing firecrackers into the fire! |
| Flit grins wickedly at Dahla. |
| [Jegen] says: Wot I do?! |
| [Dahla] says: Polite, friendly, hard-working. |
| [Nim] says: Both of y'stop talkin'! |
| Felena smiles and waves at those present, sitting quietly. |
| Shame whispers to Sithrade. |
| Teasel shakes her head, tsking at Jegen. |
| Fizzlepocket mutters... "Tell him to stop throwing crap into the fire!" |
| Teasel asks Dahla, "Was he a pirate in disguise?" |
| Shame gently pats Adhira. |
| Sithrade whispers to Felena |
| Dahla hides a grin at the gaggle of gnomes, and continues. "Well, things went along just fine. No, he didn't have a parrot, see. That's a dead give-away on pirates." |
| Potar opens the book that is placed once again in his lap, being careful not to break any of the brittle pages within. |
| [Dhemlan] says: How bout we all listen to the tales the lady's tellin hm? |
| Adhira lies down. |
| [Teasel] says: Ohhhhhh. |
| Syddan frowns. |
| Bor cheers at Syddan! |
| Wendall sighs. |
| Teasel giggles at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Dahla] says: Well, after a particularly long week of work, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, "You've done a wonderful job, and the ranch looks great. You should take the night off, go into town, enjoy yourself." |
| Naina whispers to her uncle |
| [Dahla] says: So he readily agreed, and went into town. |
| Naina hugs Nim. |
| Naina hugs Flit. |
| Nim nods to Naina and gives her a quick hug |
| Nim looks back to Dahla, listening politely. |
| Dahla looks around at all the new folk, as well as the prior audience. "However, come one in the morning by the Stormwind's bells... he hadn't come back." |
| Teasel is the soul of innocence and attentiveness. |
| Bor smiles at Syddan. |
| [Dahla] says: Two bells passed, no hired hand. |
| [Elaran] says: 's kinda normal, isn't it? |
| Angaelen nods, still writing. |
| [Elaran] says: I mean...it's not yet dawn, right? |
| Sassandra shrugs at Elaran, making a "shhh' motion. |
| Dahla grins at Elaran. "No, but have you met many farmers who have the energy to stay out past supper?" |
| Fizzlepocket slips another firecracker into Teasel's hand and whispers... |
| Flit munches on Darkmoon Dogs and shakes her head, "Never! But I dunno any farmers, actually." |
| Elaran shrugs and nods. |
| [Elaran] says: Good point. |
| [Nim] says: I knew one. but he went t'bed early a lot. |
| Nim nods matter of factly, before finishing off his darkmoon dog. |
| Teasel giggles at Fizzlepocket. |
| Kyltania grins up and glances over her shoulder at apparently nothing. |
| [Dahla] says: It's hard work! So she was still up and waiting when three bells finally rang and he appeared in the door. |
| Dahla bites her lip, expression going grave. "Well. She was sitting by the fireplace, and quietly called him over to her." |
| Potar half-listens to the story, flipping the yellowed pages of his leather-bound book. |
| Dhemlan waves at Artemisa. |
| Artemisa waves at Tigriss. |
| [Dahla] says: "Undo my boots," she said, "And take them off." Nervously, he did as she directed. |
| Elaran blinks at Dahla. |
| [Dahla] says: "Now, take off my socks." He did. |
| Tigriss waves at Artemisa. |
| Tigriss waves at Dhemlan. |
| Dhemlan waves at Tigriss. |
| Teasel looks from the fire, to Nim, to Dahla, to her hand. |
| Flit crinkles her nose. |
| Geril arcs an eyebrow at Dahla. |
| [Dahla] says: "Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she told him. Trembling now, he did. |
| Nim fidgets a bit, focusing on Dahla. |
| [Dahla] says: "Now, my skirt." And he did. |
| Elaran giggles. |
| Dhemlan raises an eyebrow |
| Angaelen writes onwards, hesitant after the skirt ... |
| Cogitatus smirks as he listens to the story. |
| Sassandra raises both eyebrows. |
| Dahla looks very solemn. "Now my undergarments," she said. Trembling, fumbling, he did, and set them aside." |
| Fizzlepocket puts his hand over the firecracker. "Shh, not yet. I wanna hear where this is goin'." |
| [Dahla] says: Then she looked at him, and said very quietly... |
| Adhira hugs Wendall. |
| [Dahla] says: "Don't you ever wear my clothes to town again!" |
| Teasel whispers loudly to Fizzlepocket, "I see why *you* like storynight so much!" |
| Wendall sighs, patting Addy slightly. |
| Flit giggles at Dahla. |
| Wren bursts out laughing |
| Bor laughs. |
| Elaran laughs at Dahla. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Geril laughs. |
| Angaelen sighs at Dahla. |
| Teasel giggles at Dahla. |
| Cogitatus chuckles quietly. |
| Dhemlan laughs heartily |
| Elaran applauds at Dahla. Bravo! |
| Bor claps excitedly for Dahla. |
| Angaelen chuckles at Dahla. |
| Nim grins wickedly at Dahla. |
| Cogitatus claps excitedly. |
| Fizzlepocket sighs at Dahla. "Damn." He lowers his voice further... "Now you can do it." |
| Sassandra smirks and gives a little clap. |
| Wren applauds at Dahla. Bravo! |
| Syddan claps excitedly. |
| [Dhemlan] says: Ladies and gentlemen, three cheers for the Lady Dahla!! |
| Potar still looks to be reading, but reacts to Dahla by stifling laughter. |
| [Dhemlan] yells: Huzzah! |
| [Flit] says: Hooray! |
| Bor cheers! |
| Nim cheers at Dahla! |
| Flit giggles at Dahla. |
| [Elaran] says: Huzzah! |
| Wren cheers at Dahla! |
| Teasel waits until everyone's clapping, then tosses the firework in with a loud BOOM and gives Nim a shocked look. |
| Dhemlan cheers at Dahla! |
| Kyltania folds her arms with a wry smirk. |
| Elaran cheers at Dahla! |
| Dahla grins and takes a small bow. "Thank you! Now, who next has something to share?" |
| Cogitatus applauds at Dahla. Bravo! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: NIM! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: What the bleedin' hell is up with you two?! |
| Nim jumps and looks over at Fizzle. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: First Jegen, now Nim! |
| [Nim] says: I din't do anythin'! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Yes you did! |
| Teasel giggles at Nim. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I saw it, CLEAR. AS. DAY! |
| Adhira looks down at Wendall. |
| [Geril] says: Next person to throw explosives in the fire is going to chase after it. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Yeah, NIM. |
| Potar did not jump just then. |
| Dahla grins at Fizzlepocket. "Maybe it's another form of artistic expression." |
| [Elaran] says: Nim's been keeping his arm around Flit...and whatever it is, is probably Fizzle's fault. |
| [Nim] says: It wasn't me! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Nim's got two arms! |
| [Teasel] says: Yeah! It's all Fizzle's fault! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: HEY! |
| Flit grins impishly at Teasel. |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| Bor smiles at the gnomes. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: You're s'ppos'd t'be on my side! |
| Teasel looks very smug. |
| Elaran laughs at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Teasel] says: So? |
| Angaelen whispers "I think the gnomes are giving a nice act themselves ..." |
| Cogitatus says quietly "Sorry, I can't stay longer, I was just waiting on a friend. Good Night." |
| Sassandra rolls her eyes at Fizzlepocket. |
| Dahla clears her throat, grinning. "Stories. Or Poems. Or interpretive dance. Fireworks are for after." |
| Cogitatus smiles at Dahla. |
| Cogitatus bows down graciously. |
| [Elaran] says: Good night, Cogi! |
| Dahla waves to Cogitatus with a smile. "Thank you for coming." |
| Elaran waves goodbye to Cogitatus. Farewell! |
| Teasel waves goodbye to Cogitatus. Farewell! |
| [Wren] says: If no one else has anything, I could tell another |
| [Cogitatus] says: Good Night, Dahla, Elaran. |
| Sassandra watches the others present. |
| [Flit] says: Oooooh. |
| Fizzlepocket mutters to Teasel... "Plus five brownie points for blaming Nim... Minus 10 for not backin' me up..." |
| Fizzlepocket looks at Teasel's accumulated brownie points. |
| Teasel sticks her tongue out at Fizzlepocket. |
| Fizzlepocket flips through his notebook... "Hrm." |
| [Wren] says: But I don't want to take time from someone else |
| [Elaran] says: Fizzle, are you trying to corrupt some poor girl into your half-goblin engineering ways? |
| [Dahla] says: I'd be delighted to hear another, Wren... unless someone else hasn't gone yet, and is secretly holding back something to tell? |
| [Teasel] says: Goblin engineering! I'm a gnome through and through! |
| Wren nods |
| [Wren] says: Exactly |
| [Nim] says: Good then! |
| Sassandra looks over to Wren. "Hmmm... I just have plagiarized poetry." |
| Nim nods to Teasel with approval. |
| [Elaran] says: Oooh...a Wren story. |
| Dahla winks at Sassandra. "We pretend we don't notice." |
| [Teasel] says: I liked that cat story! |
| Aelannor unhooks the Death Ray from his belt and idly begins fiddling with it. |
| Sithrade grins wickedly at Adhira. |
| Fizzlepocket grumbles. |
| [Nim] says: I hope this ones about dogs. I like dogs more then cats. |
| Wren smiles at Sassandra "By all means go ahead!" |
| Adhira lies down. |
| Sassandra clears her throat. "No dogs. Or cats." |
| Bor agrees with Nim. |
| [Dahla] says: I liked the cat story too. Perhaps our lady here will favor us with a poem, and then another Wren tale? |
| Wendall sighs.. again. |
| [Teasel] says: Dogs are *funnier* than cats, but cats are *better* than dogs. |
| [Sassandra] says: That would be fine. |
| Sithrade scratches Addy behind the ears |
| Fizzlepocket flips through the notepad. |
| Teasel settles down to listen. |
| Elaran pokes Wendall. Hey! |
| Flit nods sagely at Teasel. |
| Syddan frowns with disappointment at Teasel. |
| Adhira leans on top off Sithrade, using him for a pillow. |
| [Aelannor] says: Cheer up, Wendall. |
| [Wendall] says: ..wonderful. |
| [Wendall] says: I’m cheery as can be. |
| Sithrade softly, "oofs" |
| Sassandra flips open the book to a premarked position, and begins reading. |
| Bor looks back at Wendall.. "What’s wrong with 'im?" |
| [Elaran] says: Still alive, then. Guess it worked after all. |
| [Sassandra] says: Amarantha, sweet and fair, |
| [Sassandra] says: Ah braid no more that shining hair! |
| [Sassandra] says: As my curious hand or eye |
| [Sassandra] says: Hovering round thee, let it fly! |
| [Wendall] says: I don’t want a damn crowd. Leave me alone. |
| Aelannor grins wickedly at Elaran. |
| [Syddan] says: Right, that's why you're laying down over here, alone |
| Wendall goes silent, closing his eyes once again. |
| Sithrade smiles happily at his three friends |
| [Sassandra] says: Let it fly as unconfined |
| [Sassandra] says: As its calm ravisher the wind, |
| [Sassandra] says: Who hath left his darling th'East |
| [Sassandra] says: To wanton o'er that spicy nest. |
| Syddan puts a [Great Goretusk Snout] on his face. |
| Aelannor snickers at Syddan. |
| Wren smiles, listening |
| Fizzlepocket looks at the fire, once again roaring one foot away. "Don't tempt me..." |
| Adhira smiles up at Sithrade. then closes her eyes, yawning. |
| [Sassandra] says: Every tress must be confessed |
| [Sassandra] says: But neatly tangled at the best, |
| [Sassandra] says: Like a clew of golden thread |
| [Sassandra] says: Most excellently ravelled. |
| Sassandra sighs and turns to the next page. |
| Wendall swats it away, lightly pushing Syd away with his foot. |
| Teasel smirks faintly at Fizzlepocket and shushes him ostentatiously. |
| Syddan waits for a reaction, and after a while pushes it in to make sure he notices. |
| [Sassandra] says: Do not then wind up that light |
| [Sassandra] says: In ribbons, and o'er cloud in night, |
| [Sassandra] says: Like the sun in 's early ray; |
| [Sassandra] says: But shake your head and scatter day! |
| Syddan frowns. |
| Syddan pulls out a [Styleen's Sour Suckerpop] and sticks it in his mouth. |
| [Sassandra] says: See 'tis broke! Within this grove, |
| [Sassandra] says: The bower and the walks of love, |
| [Sassandra] says: Weary lie we down and rest, |
| [Sassandra] says: And fan each other's panting breast. |
| Wendall winces. |
| Wendall takes it out of his mouth and throws it in Fizzles general direction. |
| [Syddan] says: I'd give you a Darkmoon dog, but I suspect you still have tons |
| [Wendall] says: I’m not hungry. |
| Syddan frowns. |
| Aelannor claps excitedly for Kyltania. |
| [Syddan] says: You ruined it... now it's got grass all over |
| Sassandra takes another breath, and turns to the next page, giving Syddan a look. |
| A sly smirk spreads across Kyltania's face. |
| [Sassandra] says: Here we'll strip and cool our fire, |
| [Sassandra] says: In cream below, in milk-baths higher, |
| [Sassandra] says: And when all wells are drawn dry, |
| [Sassandra] says: I'll drink a tear out of thine eye. |
| Fizzlepocket fiddles some more with his note pad. |
| Volkova smiles at the Inquisitor. |
| Kyltania was in the mood for bacon. |
| Syddan looks up and smiles apologetically. |
| Aelannor nods in greeting to Volkova. |
| Elaran listens intently to Sassandra. |
| [Sassandra] says: Which our very joys shall leave, |
| [Sassandra] says: That sorrows thus we can deceive; |
| [Sassandra] says: Or our very sorrows weep, |
| [Sassandra] says: That joys so ripe, so little keep. |
| Syddan picks it up and wipes it off on her robe. |
| [Adhira] says: Lemme try something! |
| Adhira pounces on top of Wendall. |
| Wendall sighs. |
| Sassandra closes the book and gives a little bow. "That's it..." |
| Adhira hugs Wendall. |
| Wren applauds at Sassandra. Bravo! |
| Fizzlepocket looks up, frowning. He never was a fan of Kaldorei poetry. He claps regardless. |
| Elaran applauds at Sassandra. Bravo! |
| Aelannor claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Angaelen claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Wendall rolls over. |
| Geril applauds. Bravo! |
| Volkova claps excitedly. |
| Teasel claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Potar claps excitedly for Sassandra. |
| Dahla applauds at Sassandra. Bravo! |
| Bor claps excitedly for Syddan. |
| [Elaran] says: Pretty imagery. |
| Sassandra blushes. "Thank you." |
| [Wren] says: Very much so, thank you for sharing |
| Adhira lies down. |
| Syddan claps, a little late, but at least she did. |
| [Teasel] says: Do night elves really take baths in milk? Doesn't that get sticky? |
| Volkova gives the group a slight once over |
| Sithrade plops down |
| Adhira lies down. |
| [Nim] says: That'd be gross. |
| [Flit] says: Wouldn't y'kinda stink if y'did that? |
| Angaelen blinks at Teasel. |
| Sassandra grins at Teasel. 'I think that was... symbolic of something else." |
| Fluglehorn composes himself, straightening his tie. |
| Syddan waves to get Jegen's attention. |
| [Wren] says: I can't say, I prefer jumping in lakes, sometimes even on purpose |
| Sithrade smiles at Felena. |
| [Angaelen] says: Indeed, milk never occurred to me ... |
| [Dahla] says: Or pushing others in... |
| Sithrade hugs Adhira. |
| Wren smiles innocently at Dahla |
| Elaran snorts at Dahla. |
| [Sassandra] says: "In cream below, in milk baths higher" - think about it. Not too hard though... |
| Adhira hugs Sithrade. |
| [Wren] says: I can't think what you mean |
| Fizzlepocket points to Jegen, and mutters to Teasel. |
| Fluglehorn makes his way to the circle with a limp, hissing and whirring accompanying the metal clank of his steps. |
| [Teasel] says: Ohhhh. |
| [Sithrade] says: Oof. |
| [Adhira] says: Hehe. |
| Volkova whispers to the Inquisitor |
| Ivan smiles and leans against the tree, nudging Kyltania lightly with his elbow and giving her a grin. |
| Kyltania turns her gaze to settle her eyes on Ivan. |
| Flit winces a little and waves to Fluglehorn. |
| Sithrade chuckles and leans back, getting comfy |
| Nim waves at Fluglehorn. |
| [Fluglehorn] says: Flit! |
| Fizzlepocket flips his notebook closed. |
| Kyltania smiles gently. |
| [Teasel] says: The bigger you are, apparently the more you -- |
| [Dahla] says: Thank you so very much, for your poem. Has anyone else summoned the nerve to share, or shall we enjoy another tale of Wren's? |
| [Flit] says: Hi, Uncle Flugle. |
| Fluglehorn shouts bluntly. |
| Adhira smirks slyly at Sithrade. |
| [Fluglehorn] says: And Nim, my boy! |
| Teasel breaks off and giggles at Fizzlepocket. |
| Aelannor pokes Ivan in the side and grins widely. |
| [Nim] says: Hi! |
| Fluglehorn ignores everything around him and clanks over to them, grabbing them and giving them both noogies. |
| Ivan snickers and salutes, |
| [Wren] says: Another tale of wha? Oh that's right I said I had another |
| Ivan salutes Aelannor with respect. |
| Aelannor nods slightly, "Long time, no see." |
| Flit closes her eyes, a pained expression on her face. |
| Teasel waves at Fluglehorn. |
| [Ivan] says: Ael! How--- *he lowers his voice a bit* how are you doing? |
| Nim squirms and tries to pull away. |
| [Aelannor] says: I've... been better, how about yourself? |
| Adhira tickles Sithrade. Hee hee! |
| [Flit] says: 'S Story Night, Uncle Flugle, have a seat. |
| Sithrade chuckles softly |
| Volkova looks at the gnomes with a somewhat amused expression. |
| Fluglehorn shoves his way between the two of them, forcing them to split. |
| Wren looks around the circle "Should I start then?" |
| Fluglehorn plops down right in the middle. |
| Dahla grins at Wren. "I think that's a yes." |
| Angaelen nods at Wren. |
| [Wren] says: Ok then! |
| Elaran cheers at Wren! |
| Nim snorts and gives Flugle a look of annoyance. |
| Ivan frowns at Ael's words, slipping his hand over Tania's as he speaks. |
| Kyltania leans back against the tree as Ivan and Aelannor speak, remaining quiet. |
| [Ivan] says: I'm well... a bit busy, but well. |
| Wren scratches her head and thinks |
| Adhira drools on Sithrade's head. |
| Flit bites her lip and looks hopefully to Wren. |
| [Wren] says: Let me see... |
| [Aelannor] says: Aye... good to hear. |
| Wren looks up at the sky and nods to herself |
| [Aelannor] says: Ever figure out when the wedding is going to be? |
| [Wren] says: I suppose it's gotten dark enough for this one to be effective |
| Wendall opens his eyes, hearing that. |
| Kyltania quirks a brow and shifts her eyes to Aelannor with a gentle shrug. |
| Sithrade smiles at Adhira. |
| Volkova paces quietly around the group, studying the people. |
| Ivan shakes his head, any hint of the frown disappearing immediately at the wedding's mention. |
| [Wren] says: There was once a boy who was never frightened - for he had not enough sense to be scared. |
| [Ivan] says: We haven't made up our mind yet. |
| [Teasel] says: Ooooh, a ghost story? |
| Angaelen ahems, waiting for the story as she cleans her nib and anoints it with ink. |
| Nim looks over at Wren, wriggling with anticipation and stealing Flit's emote. |
| Adhira bear hugs Sithrade. |
| [Aelannor] says: Ah. |
| Fluglehorn looks around before pulling the pocketwatch from his vest and giving it a glance. He squints in the dim light. |
| [Wren] says: Not terribly bright this one |
| Fizzlepocket was so ready to call Nim out on that, but he's too busy throwing lit firecrackers into the lake to watch the resulting explosions. |
| [Wren] says: But that can be said of a lot of folk |
| Sithrade chuckles and scratches Adhira under the chin |
| [Wren] says: folk rather |
| Flit pointedly does NOT wriggle, but sits very still and straight, like a child who's been scolded. |
| Wren admires everyone's posture and continues the story |
| [Wren] says: One day, Hans and his big sister were walking home after dark. The wind howled, and the trees creaked and groaned. The road led past a graveyard, where the moon lit up rows of tombstones. |
| Ivan 's brow quirks a bit as he looks to the broad emblem covering Aelannor's chest, |
| [Ivan] says: Ael... isn't that the mark of the Ordo? |
| Teasel wiggles happily herself, listening to the story as it starts to get scary. |
| Volkova nods at Shame |
| Aelannor hooks the death ray back up to his belt and looks up at Ivan, "Why do you ask?" |
| [Wren] says: Hans’s sister began to quiver and quake. “Ooh!” she said. “This place gives me the willies!” “The willies?” said Hans. “What are the willies?” |
| [Wren] says: “Do I have to tell you everything? The willies are when you get so scared, you shiver and shake.” |
| [Ivan] says: Just curious... it's been a long time since I spent much time in Stormwind. Trying to keep up with organizations if nothing else. |
| Ivan shrugs. |
| Nim is just baffled by that fire placement. |
| Teasel opens her mouth, clearly about to fully define 'the willies.' |
| Shame nods to the lady, trying to remember where they met. |
| Ivan nods. |
| Elaran is baffled too. |
| Teasel looks around and shuts it again. |
| [Wren] says: “Well!” said Hans. “I never had anything like that! I wish I would get the willies, so I’d know what they’re like.” |
| Aelannor looks up at the night sky, listening to the story. |
| Flit rather likes having it warm at her back, however. |
| [Wren] says: The more Hans thought it over, the more he wondered about the willies, and the more he wished he could have them. |
| Ivan turns his attention forward again, a thumb idly playing over the back of Tania's hand as he listens. |
| Sithrade leans around Adhira and smiles at Shame |
| Sithrade catches Felena's eye and smiles at her, too |
| Shame winks at Sithrade. |
| [Wren] says: One day he told himself, “If I want the willies, I’d better go look for them.” So he said good-bye to his family and started down the road. |
| Fluglehorn reaches down around the cuff of his pants, fiddling with something just underneath. Metal ratcheting can be heard. |
| [Wren] says: Hans walked for many days. Everyone he met, he asked, “Can you give me the willies?” Many tried, but none could. |
| Kyltania holds Ivan's hand leaning in to whisper to him. |
| Fizzlepocket looks at the dented squirrel who once again feels fit to get in between Fizzle and Teasel... damn it. He pushes it out of the way and scoots over closer to her. Apparently the squirrel doesn't like that too much, though, and latches to Fizzle's arm. |
| Adhira yawns, and uses Sithrade's head for a head-rest. |
| [Fluglehorn] says: Why in heavens would he WANT the willies? Not a very bright boy, I'd say! |
| Ivan leans his lips close to her ear, |
| Fluglehorn speaks, irreverently. |
| Syddan frowns. |
| Wren nods "no, not at all, quite dim actually" |
| Sithrade softly, "oofs" and his eyes blink as Adhira's head settles onto his |
| [Flit] says: He's investigatin'! Curiosity's good for you! |
| Geril mumbles, "He wants willies *what*?" |
| Teasel hasn't noticed her squirrel attaching itself to Fizzle yet... nor the dents... nor how one pay is hanging in a precarious way. |
| [Wren] says: At last he came to the King’s castle and stood before the King. “Your Majesty,” said Hans, “can you give me the willies?” |
| Elaran snickers at Wren. |
| Nim motions for everyone to be quiet as he leans forward, intently listening to the story. |
| [Wren] says: “Of course I can. I’m the King!” The King waved his royal scepter. “I command you to have the willies!” |
| Flit giggles at Wren. |
| Ivan 's nose wrinkles a bit as he says something to Tania. |
| Elaran chuckles at Wren. |
| Teasel giggles at Wren. |
| Wren waves her arms about imperiously much like the king |
| Fluglehorn lets out an audible "Pft," bushy brows wrinkling. |
| [Wren] says: Hans waited, but nothing happened. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I still don’t have them.” |
| Fizzlepocket grumbles and curses under his breath. GET OFF! Despite his efforts to liberate his arm, the squirrel just wouldn't budge. He sighs. |
| [Wren] says: “Oh well,” said the King, “at least I know where you can get them. On the other side of my kingdom is a haunted castle. If you spend the night there, you are sure to get the willies.” |
| [Wren] says: “Thank you, Your Majesty!” |
| [Wren] says: “There’s just one problem,” said the King. “No one who goes there ever lives through the night. But, if you stay alive and break the spell, you’ll find the castle treasure!” |
| Volkova smiles down at Aelannor |
| [Wren] says: “That’s fine with me,” said Hans, “as long as I get the willies!” |
| Asherrean nods in thanks. |
| Wendall grumbles, stands up.. and walks off. |
| Sassandra chuckles at Wren. |
| [Wren] says: (he was really very determined) |
| Aelannor looks at Volkova and nods off to the north as he walks off. |
| Syddan peers at Wendall searchingly. |
| [Wren] says: It was midnight when Hans reached the castle. The towers cast eerie shadows under the full moon. The drawbridge lowered itself at Hans’s feet. Creeeeeeeeeeeek. |
| Syddan frowns and chases after him so he doesn't do anything insane. |
| Ivan raises his brow as a number of people seem to be shuffling about at the same time... |
| Elaran smiles and leans forward, listening. |
| [Wren] says: Hans looked around |
| [Wren] says: “Seems like a friendly place!” said Hans. |
| Fizzlepocket , not to be discouraged by this damnable squirrel tries to slide an arm around Teasel's waste to no success. Frustrated, he starts flinging his arm (And the squirrel) into the ground. |
| Volkova bides her time and heads off in the same direction |
| [Wren] says: As Hans entered the great hall, a fire sprang to life in the huge fireplace. Hans pulled up a chair and settled himself to wait. |
| Dahla shakes her head at Hans, already creeped. |
| Flit blinks at Fizzlepocket. |
| Elaran chuckles at Wren. |
| [Wren] says: “Now I’m sure to get the willies,” he said. |
| Nim 's eyes widen, listening to the story. |
| Teasel 's squirrel scrabbles madly up Fizzlepocket's arm and into his shirt. |
| [Wren] says: The clock in the great hall struck one. |
| [Wren] yells: Bong!! |
| [Wren] says: “Velcome!” boomed a voice behind him. |
| [Teasel] says: Ooooooh. This sounds like a fun castle! |
| Shame gives Ash a hug. |
| [Wren] says: Hans looked around and saw what looked to be a bull and a walking corpse playing cards. One had a long, black cloak, and the other had a furry face. |
| Sithrade waves at Asherrean. |
| Asherrean kisses Shame quickly on the forehead and turns his attention back to the story at hand. |
| Elaran blinks at Wren. |
| [Nim] says: Doesn't sound fun! Sounds scary! |
| Fizzlepocket frowns. Who needs a chastity belt when you got this damn thing on hand. He figures though that there could be worse places for the squirrel to go, and he tries to slip an arm around Teasel. FINALLY. |
| [Flit] says: It's sounds like scary fun! |
| [Wren] says: “Vould you care to join our game?” asked the man in the cloak. “It’s been so long since ve had anyvun to play vith.” |
| [Wren] says: “Certainly,” said Hans, taking a seat. “It will pass the time, while I’m waiting for the willies!” |
| [Wren] says: “I vill explain the rules,” said the cloaked man. “If my furry friend vins, he vill rip you to shreds. If I vin, I vill drain your soul. If you vin, ve vill let you live.” |
| [Wren] says: “Sounds fair to me!” said Hans. |
| [Elaran] says: Cheapskates. They could at least give him treasure or something. |
| [Wren] says: The bull man harrumphed and dealt the cards. They played for almost an hour. In the end, the cloaked man won. |
| Ivan smirks. |
| [Nim] says: This story reminds me of Djivan... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: ... Sounds like my date at the Sadie Hawkin's dance... |
| [Wren] says: “I vant soul!” he said, moving closer to Hans grinding his teeth together, his jaw slightly unhinged and showing bone through his ripped and rotting skin |
| Teasel giggles at Fizzlepocket. |
| Fizzlepocket frowns for a moment, recollecting. He shudders. |
| [Wren] says: “I think you cheated,” Hans said. He reached for the dead man's jaw and pulled it off Snap! |
| Fluglehorn has been looking down the entire time, fiddling with something by his ankle. After awhile, he cranks something with a mechanical "click" and folds his hands in his lap, returning his attention to the story. |
| [Flit] says: Ewwww. |
| Elaran laughs at Wren. |
| [Wren] says: “YEEE-OWWWWWWWW!” howled the man as he ran from the hall. |
| Nim looks disgusted. |
| Teasel 's squirrel climbs around inside Fizzle's shirt using its cold little claws. |
| [Wren] says: The furry man roared and leaped at Hans, but Hans sprang away and the man flew past - right out an open window. Hans heard a piercing scream, then a dull thud. |
| Dahla winces. |
| [Elaran] says: Furry pancake. |
| [Wren] says: He settled himself again before the fire. “I enjoyed the game,” he said, “but when do I get the willies?” |
| Jegen nods at Elaran. |
| Fizzlepocket tries to look as nonchalant as possible, praying to god that the squirrel doesn't find anything... |
| [Wren] says: The clock struck two. |
| [Wren] yells: Bong! Bong! |
| [Teasel] says: Not many brains, but good reflexes! |
| Dahla jumps as Wren yells! |
| [Wren] says: Hans heard a rattling, and into the hall marched a long line of skeletons. |
| [Wren] says: The first skeleton snapped its fingers. Click. Click |
| [Wren] says: The second skeleton knocked its knees. Clack. Clack. |
| [Wren] says: The third skeleton drummed its skull. Clock. Clock. |
| Nim starts trying to snap his own fingers, trying to determine if it would be possible for a skeleton to do it. |
| [Wren] says: The fourth skeleton tapped along its ribs in a little tune. Clackety, click clock. Clackety, click clock. |
| [Wren] says: “Nice beat!” said Hans. |
| [Teasel] says: A skeleton band! |
| Teasel looks fascinated. |
| [Flit] says: Oooooh. |
| [Wren] says: The other skeletons formed a circle and started to dance. One skeleton stretched a hand toward Hans. |
| [Elaran] says: Weird...but fascinating. |
| [Dahla] says: Goodness. |
| [Fluglehorn] says: This is absurd. |
| Kyltania frowns a bit frustratedly to herself. |
| [Wren] says: “Don’t mind if I do!” Hans took hold of two bony hands and danced in the circle around the hall. |
| Nim looks up from his finger-snapping experiment and focuses on Wren again. |
| Fluglehorn "pfts" again, the expelling of air blowing his moustache and beard out in disarray. |
| Shame reaches down and puts her hands on Ash's shoulders. |
| Potar looks to Wren from his book, and gives her an odd look. |
| [Wren] says: The music got faster. Clackety, clackety, click clock clackety. Clackety, clackety, click clock clackety. |
| Fizzlepocket squeezes Teasel closer, not because he particularly wanted to, though he did, but rather because the squirrel DID find something to twist and tear at, and it sure wasn't pleasurable.. |
| Teasel 's squirrel determinedly starts trying to get between Fizzlepocket and Teasel again, this time under his tabard. |
| [Wren] says: “Hold it, I can’t dance that fast!” shouted Hans over the clatter. But the skeletons gripped his hands harder and danced even faster. |
| [Wren] says: Clackety clickety, clackety clockety. Clackety clickety, clackety clockety. |
| [Wren] says: "I said HOLD IT!” Hans gave a yank and Pop! the two skeletons’ arms came right off. The music and the dancing stopped. |
| Nim grimaces. |
| [Wren] says: “I think you lost something,” said Hans. The skeletons rushed at Hans and started jumping on him. Hans grabbed a chair and swung it, this way and that. |
| [Wren] says: Crash! Bash! Bones flew here, there, and everywhere, till the skeletons lay all in pieces on the floor. |
| [Wren] says: Hans gathered them up and tossed them out the window. “I like a little dancing,” he said, as he settled again before the fire, “but I wonder when I’m going to get those willies!" |
| Elaran chuckles at Wren. |
| Wren taps her head lightly "one track mind" |
| [Wren] says: The clock struck three. |
| [Wren] yells: Bong. Bong. Bong. |
| Fizzlepocket wheezes a little in pain, and starts actively pursuing the squirrel with one hand through his tabard, down his shirt, up through the tabard again.. |
| [Nim] says: 'd be gettin' tired... thas late. |
| Kyltania keeps her head on Ivan's shoulder as she whispers more. |
| Flit nods. |
| [Wren] says: From up the chimney, a deep voice called, “LOOK OUT BELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!” |
| [Wren] says: Something huge came falling down, swerved to miss the fire, and “thump” landed before the fireplace. It was a giant body, with no arms or legs or head. |
| Elaran blinks at Wren. |
| Dahla grimaces. |
| [Wren] says: “LOOK OUT BELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!” |
| [Wren] says: Thump thump thump thump. Two giant legs and two giant arms landed next to it. |
| Teasel gives Fizzlepocket a funny look. "Pay attention! This is a good one!" |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I'm... trying... god damnit! |
| [Wren] says: “LOOK OUT BELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!” |
| Fizzlepocket struggles some more. |
| [Wren] says: Thump. A giant head landed by the rest. |
| Sassandra blinks at Wren. |
| Nim makes a face. |
| [Nim] says: This story is gross! |
| Ingarath laughs softly. |
| Teasel snorts at Fizzlepocket and listens to the story. |
| Wren grins |
| Nadeshiko sticks her tongue out at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Teasel] says: Were they bloody and stuff? |
| [Wren] says: “I get it!” said Hans. “It’s a puzzle, and I have to put it together!” |
| Nim waves at Nadeshiko. |
| [Cyrill] says: I sure would like to visit this castle, sounds like a...unique experience |
| [Wren] says: Hans heaved the two giant legs and stuck them onto the body. Snap. Snap. |
| Flit waves at Nadeshiko. |
| Elaran stares at Wren with wide eyes. |
| Nadeshiko grins at Mister Nim. |
| Potar chuckles quietly. |
| Nim beckons Nadeshiko over. |
| [Elaran] says: Ewww... |
| [Wren] says: “Hey!” thundered the deep voice, close by. It was the giant head. “You got the shoes pointing out!” |
| Fizzlepocket rolls his eyes. "Some puzzle..." He goes back to pursuing the overly protective squirrel. |
| [Wren] says: “Oh, sorry,” said Hans. He switched the legs. |
| [Wren] says: Then he stuck on the arms and the head. Snap. Snap. Snap. |
| [Wren] says: The giant jumped up. “The spell is broken! You’re the only one ever to get me together. The others all died of fright long before this! Now follow me to the castle treasure.” |
| Shame leans a bit further down, almost falling off the log and whispers to Ash. |
| Elaran lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| [Wren] says: Hans followed him to the doorway. The giant said, “You first.” |
| [Wren] says: “After you,” said Hans. |
| [Wren] says: The giant led him to the courtyard and pointed to a shovel under a tree. “Dig there!” |
| [Wren] says: “You dig there!” said Hans. |
| [Wren] says: The giant dug till he uncovered three pots of gold. “Take them inside!” |
| [Wren] says: “You take them inside!” |
| [Wren] says: The giant took the pots of gold into the great hall. He said, “One is for the king, one is for the poor, and one is for you.” |
| Fluglehorn twirls his moustache. |
| Fizzlepocket finally tears the squirrel from his shirt, and holds it in front of him by the tail... "Obnoxious bugger..." |
| [Wren] says: Then he fell into pieces again and flew up the chimney - first the head, then the arms and legs, then the giant body. |
| [Elaran] says: Geez, he didn't just go for the treasure, he went for full-service, too. |
| [Wren] says: “Some folks just can’t keep things together,” said Hans. He went back to his chair before the fire, curled up in it, and sighed. “It’s nice to be rich, but when will I ever get the willies?” |
| Asherrean grins, leans back and whispers a reply to Shame. |
| [Wren] says: And that is how Hans stayed alive, broke the spell, and found the treasure. When the King heard the tale, he let Hans live in the castle, and when Hans grew up, he married the King’s daughter |
| Dahla totally didn't hit a wrong button and walk, there. |
| [Wren] says: Now that COULD be the end of the story |
| Teasel snatches the squirrel from Fizzlepocket, checking it over for many dents. It's missing a paw by now. |
| [Nim] says: S'good, happy endin'! |
| Elaran frowns as she senses something horrible approaching... |
| [Wren] says: but |
| [Cyrill] says: But what about those damnable willies! |
| [Wren] says: Exactly! |
| [Cyrill] says: Will they ever be found? |
| Sassandra looks expectantly at Wren. |
| Shame bows before Metric. |
| [Metric] says: Thanks! |
| [Wren] says: Within a year they had triplets - three fine sons. Hans named all three of them Willy.” And now,” he said, “at last I have the Willies!” |
| Flit giggles at Wren. |
| Wren smiles. |
| Nadeshiko waves to her da! |
| [Shame] says: not a problem. |
| Teasel giggles at Wren. |
| Elaran rolls her eyes. |
| Potar facepalms, but laughs anyway. |
| [Teasel] says: Good gnome name, Willy! |
| Elaran chuckles at Wren. |
| Nadeshiko hugs Metric. |
| Wren bows down graciously. |
| Fizzlepocket shrugs. "It's OK." |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Wren. |
| [Nim] says: S'good anythin' name! |
| [Cyrill] says: ...Meh |
| Geril laughs. |
| Flit claps excitedly for Wren. |
| Teasel remembers that she's annoyed about her squirrel. |
| Calithos hms. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Wren. |
| Baydon claps excitedly for Wren. |
| Sassandra applauds for Wren. Bravo! |
| Elaran applauds at Wren. Bravo! |
| Dahla laughs and applauds. |
| Sithrade claps excitedly for Wren. |
| [Dahla] says: Thank you so very much, Wren! |
| Teasel glares at Fizzle, the squirrel in her lap. |
| Fizzlepocket , with his arm still around Teasel, reaches for some more of that good ol' booze. |
| Adhira can't clap because she's a bear. |
| Fizzlepocket looks at Teasel, frowning. "What?" |
| Teasel pointedly removes his arm from around her waist, and sniffs haughtily. |
| Sithrade is glad Adhira can't clap because he would be smooshed |
| Fluglehorn sputters. |
| [Teasel] says: Squirrelbreaker! |
| Fluglehorn throws his arms into the air. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: That thing is VICIOUS! |
| Adhira snickers at Sithrade. |
| Fizzlepocket points at the squirrel. |
| Fluglehorn slumps back down with a sigh. |
| Dahla looks around the circle plus some, smiling. "We have a whole lot of additions since the night began... does anyone else have something to share with us tonight?" |
| [Teasel] says: Is not! I haven't put the viciousness module in yet! |
| [Flit] says: 'S not nice t'break someone's squirrel, Fizzlepocket! How could you? |
| [Metric] says: So. What’s the show? |
| [Teasel] says: Or installed the hollow fangs. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Well, it's pretty damn protective! |
| [Nadeshiko] says: Oooh! Hollow fangs! Do they explode? |
| [Nim] says: Y'missed a story, Mister Metric! |
| [Teasel] says: Well, duh. |
| [Calithos] says: Hrm..I could tell one of my amazing adventures. |
| [Cyrill] says: Are they filled with poison? explosive poison? |
| Calithos smirks somewhat. |
| Teasel shakes her head at Nadeshiko. "They pump vitriol in!" |
| Fluglehorn looks around, folding his arms over his chest. |
| Nadeshiko grins wickedly at Teasel. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I don't even want to tell you what it found under my shirt to... probe... |
| [Metric] says: Darn! Was it good? |
| Teasel looks excited. |
| [Cyrill] says: That's also acidic? |
| Fizzlepocket cringes. |
| Dahla smiles and nods at Calithos. "Please do!" |
| Nim nods at Metric. |
| Teasel sniffs at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Metric] says: Who do you get your vitriol from, Miss Teasel? |
| [Calithos] says: Well, alright.. |
| Ingarath laughs. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: What's its name? H.A.L.? |
| [Teasel] says: Your own lookout if you're stuffing it into your clothes. |
| Calithos quietly stands. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: I didn't STUFF it into my clothes! |
| Calithos quietly clears his throat |
| Fizzlepocket stands up. |
| [Nim] says: Be quiet! S'story is comin'! |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: The bugger latched to my arm, and then went... you shaddap! |
| Teasel pointedly looks for the storyteller. |
| Potar looks up and finally notices all the new faces. He catches sight of Felena's face and freezes, staring at her a long moment. |
| [Metric] says: Shh.... |
| [Calithos] says: Now..you all know I have some..well, interesting adventures. I've been close to pretty much, well, everywhere. |
| Fluglehorn looks up and over at the man. |
| Fizzlepocket grumbles. "Well discuss this later. And the squirrel is evil." |
| Teasel totally ignores Fizzlepocket. |
| [Calithos] says: But tonight, I shall tell you about one of my adventures up north. Mainly to Stratholme. |
| Nim turns towards Calithos, settling in and listening politely. |
| [Calithos] says: Now, some months ago, a couple mages from Dalaran admitted to keeping a magical well of supplies in the city. Just in case of a siege and would need to lock up the city from all sides. |
| [Calithos] says: Sadly, it was the other way around. |
| Elaran blinks at Calithos. |
| [Calithos] says: So here sits almost a mountain of supplies hidden in some pocket of Stratholme, that could POSSIBLY help us..and not a damned thing was done about it. |
| Fizzlepocket sighs... |
| [Calithos] says: Well, Old Rockrose wasn't gonna have any of that. He started recruiting. |
| Potar breaks his gaze upon Felena and looks back down to his book, holding a small smile and shifting his attention to Calithos. |
| [Elaran] says: Who? |
| Fluglehorn begins to nod off, head lolling. |
| [Calithos] says: He recruited me, two paladins, a couple mages, and a few others, I forget who. |
| Fluglehorn gradually sinks down, slumping against Nim. |
| [Calithos] says: Rockrose is my..'Employer', when concerning things like expeditions. |
| Nim glances at Fluglehorn and pushes him a bit. |
| [Elaran] says: Aha. |
| Fluglehorn leans heavily on Nim's shoulder, snoring. A line of drool begins to hang, threatening to break and fall to Nim's lap. |
| Fizzlepocket searches his body, and finds the claw clasped onto his sleeve. |
| Jegen didn't just jump. you didn't see anything |
| [Calithos] says: Now. He wanted us to tap into this pocket dimension of supplies and bring them back so he can sell them for a profit. |
| Nim panics and shoves Flugle. |
| Flit jumps out of the way. |
| Nadeshiko reaches across Metric to slap Fizzlepocket's hand. |
| Fluglehorn is pushed and falls over right where Flit would have been, awakening with a yelp. |
| [Fluglehorn] says: Aiee! |
| [Calithos] says: Now I thought this was a bit.. arduous, but he said he had it handled. |
| Fizzlepocket looks at Nadeshiko frowning. "What did I do?!" |
| Nim blushes apologetically and turns back to the speaker. |
| [Calithos] says: Now, we trekked north. And north. And north. |
| Fizzlepocket hands Teasel the small metal paw, and goes back to listening. |
| Flit stares, eyes wide and slightly wild, at Fluglehorn, then furiously brushes off her uniform and sits down. |
| [Calithos] says: I mean cripes, I forgot how long it was from Lordaeron to Stormwind. |
| Fluglehorn composes himself and smoothes his vest down, straightening his tie and wiping the drool from his lip in an attempt to look dignified. |
| [Calithos] says: After a four day trip, we got there. But we also had a problem. |
| Fluglehorn twirls his moustache compulsively. |
| Teasel scowls and takes the squirrel paw from Fizzlepocket. She fidgets with it as she listens to the story. The squirrel makes abortive movements in her lap, and tiny, pathetic, creaking noises. |
| Ivan sighs a bit, still in whispered conversation with Kyltania. He crosses his arms and leans further back onto the fallen tree as he speaks. |
| Flit leans over and taps Nim on the shoulder. |
| Metric checks his own moustache for symmetry. |
| [Calithos] says: A huge battalion of the Scourge was at the front door. And I mean not even the privatized army of the Keggers could take this. Way too many to count. |
| Sithrade smiles at Felena. |
| Sithrade hugs Adhira. |
| Nim looks at Calithos for a couple more seconds before turning to Flit. |
| Fizzlepocket groans. "Don't act so innocent and victimized.... damn thing..." |
| Sithrade waves at Asherrean. |
| Adhira hugs Sithrade. |
| Sithrade waves at Shame. |
| Felena waves at Sithrade. |
| [Calithos] says: So...we needed another way in. |
| Fluglehorn reaches into his vest and pulls forth the carved horn pipe, along with a small suede bag of aromatic tobacco. |
| Sithrade hugs Felena. |
| Sithrade waves goodbye to Felena. Farewell! |
| Felena hugs Sithrade. |
| Sithrade smiles at Adhira. |
| Felena smiles brightly at Sithrade, waving as he goes. |
| Flit nods and makes a note in her notebook. |
| Archin sits down quietly, readjusting his monocle. |
| Shame hugs Sithrade. |
| Sithrade hugs Shame. |
| [Shame] says: Night. |
| Nim waves at Flit. |
| [Sithrade] says: Night, dear |
| [Calithos] says: We decided to hug the city's walls. Until we found a locked up service entrance. But the gate was too locked, and too rusted. |
| Flit waves. |
| Sithrade waves at Adhira. |
| Wren smiles at Felena. |
| Adhira hugs Traydor. |
| Sithrade waves at Asherrean. |
| Traydor hugs Adhira. |
| Asherrean bows before Sithrade. |
| Sithrade bows before Asherrean. |
| Fluglehorn looks back as Flit leaves before leaning in to Nim and whispering VERY LOUDLY. |
| Adhira waves at Sithrade. |
| [Fluglehorn] says: Where'd she go? |
| [Calithos] says: So..one of the mages said something. "I have an idea!" |
| [Sithrade] says: Have a good evening and I will see you tomorrow |
| [Elaran] says: Uh oh. |
| [Calithos] says: And...sadly, this was the Pyromancer from the Spire. |
| Sithrade waves at Adhira. |
| [Asherrean] says: Aye, if you'll be in your pub tomorrow, there are a few things I need to talk with you about. |
| Adhira lies down. |
| Elaran lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. |
| Nim winces and puts his finger to his lips, before whispering to Fluglehorn. |
| [Calithos] says: But apparently he now took up a new hobby. Dynamite making. |
| Nadeshiko perks up at the mention of "pyromancer" |
| Dahla groans softly in sympathy. |
| Traydor gently pats Adhira. |
| Potar almost senses Felena before she even sits down, his stare shifts from Calithos to Felena, giving her a warm smile. |
| [Sithrade] says: I certainly will. I will look for you then, my friend. |
| Sithrade bows before Asherrean. |
| [Asherrean] says: Nothing terribly important, It can wait until then |
| Sithrade smiles and nods |
| Nim perks up at the term "dynamite making" and watches Calithos with newfound vigor. |
| [Sithrade] says: I look forward to it |
| Sithrade waves goodbye to Asherrean. Farewell! |
| Nadeshiko grins at the idea of dynamite. |
| [Calithos] says: So..within two minutes, he basically set up a very large group of explosives. And he had us step away. |
| Asherrean nods politely to Sithrade. |
| Nadeshiko bounces excitedly in her seat. |
| Teasel scowls. If her scowl had a physical manifestation, there would be a tiny storm cloud over her head. Since she's trying to pointedly listen to Calithos, she's scowling at him. She does however take notice at the mention of explosives. |
| [Calithos] says: I remember what the hell happened to that Forsaken create. I don't plan on having it happen to me. |
| Elaran chuckles at Calithos. |
| Metric pays more attention at the mention of explosives. |
| Felena smiles back to Potar, her expression seeming quiet and reserved this evening. |
| Asherrean leans back against the fallen tree. |
| [Calithos] says: So we all got as far back as we could. |
| Adhira is using Traydor's lap for a head rest. |
| Fluglehorn goes back to what he was doing and packs a few pinches of tobacco into his horn-pipe. |
| [Calithos] says: He then threw a fireball at the explosives. |
| [Nadeshiko] says: Oooohhh! |
| Nim 's eyes widen, listening to Calithos intently now. |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| Potar looks back down at his open book, and resumes reading its faded pages. |
| [Metric] says: Clever trick, that. |
| [Calithos] says: We did not expect the explosion to hit us forty yards away. But apparently he packed enough powder to basically rip apart about fifty yards worth of concrete in a mass explosion. There was a breathing inferno coming towards us. |
| Fluglehorn stuffs the bag away into his vest, withdrawing in its place a bizarre contraption. |
| Fizzlepocket sighs. Why does all of his dates end like this? |
| Elaran giggles at Calithos. |
| Archin raises his eyebrow as he listens. |
| [Elaran] says: Ahhh, pyromancy and explosives... |
| [Calithos] says: We basically turned tail and ran like hell before we all got fried to a crisp |
| Fluglehorn holds the device up; several brass cogs and a piece of flint are haphazardly arranged about a steel frame, with a small metal tank protruding from the bottom. |
| [Calithos] says: We started running...then saw that battalion of Scourge. That didn't bode too well. |
| Fluglehorn barely manages to hold the gizmo in one hand, bring it to the bowl of the hornpipe he now holds in his mouth. |
| Nadeshiko takes out a small notebook and a pencil and starts scribbling. |
| [Calithos] says: So there we were. Flames licking at our backs, and Scourge licking at our faces. |
| [Calithos] says: That blasted mage threw another stick o dynamite forward, and threw a fireball at it. |
| Dahla winces. |
| [Elaran] says: Oh, bugger... |
| Ingarath blinks. |
| [Calithos] says: Left a crater close to the size of this circle. |
| Fluglehorn thumbs a small lever and the device comes to life, a miniature motor spinning the series of brass cogs to action. |
| Teasel somehow manages to sniff at Fizzlepocket while ignoring him. She's still fiddling with the squirrel paw. |
| [Nim] says: Wow... |
| Kyltania narrows her eyes up at Ivan with a dull gaze. |
| [Calithos] says: We decided to take our dumb luck with an advantage. |
| Nim glances over at Flugle, eyeing the gizmo curiously. |
| [Calithos] says: We all leapt in, and watched the flames hit the Scourge. |
| Fluglehorn curses as the device grinds to a halt, the piece of flint somehow becoming lodged in one of the gears. |
| Nadeshiko grins in triumph before tucking her notepad back into her clothes. |
| [Calithos] says: It's not hard to say who won that game of Chicken. |
| Fluglehorn carelessly bangs the device against the ground a few times. |
| Shame pats the tree trunk next to her and whispers to Ash. |
| Nim winces, before looking back to Calithos. |
| Fluglehorn raises up the contraption for one last bang against the ground---and it goes off. |
| Fizzlepocket is so completely absorbed by the thought that there's no way he's getting any from Teasel... he's just pouting at this point. Stupid squirrel... |
| [Calithos] says: We eventually got out of the foxhole, seeing a series of charred scourge. We took this chance to run BACK to the wall. |
| Fluglehorn stands as a cloud of black smoke erupts around him. |
| Fluglehorn blinks and sits down in an attempt to retain a degree of normalcy. |
| [Calithos] says: Run run run so we don't turn into ghoul food. |
| Fluglehorn sits, frozen in place. |
| Teasel gives Fluglehorn an impressed look, and waves away smoke. |
| Nim jumps up quickly, alarmed. |
| Nim leans down and whispers to Fluglehorn. |
| Nadeshiko grins complacently, murmuring, "boom" |
| Fluglehorn suppresses a small cough, his face streaked with soot. |
| Metric glances over at Flugelhorn and gives him the thumbs up. |
| [Calithos] says: We got back to the entrance..and could see we did not last very long concerning the fact we left a very large hole. |
| Fizzlepocket is shocked and appalled at such a typo. |
| Shame lays her head on Ash's shoulder. |
| [Calithos] says: We had maybe...what, half an hour? Forty-five minutes tops before another battalion risen from Kel'Thuzad would come back to take us on. |
| Potar sighs a bit, knowing full well the perils in the northeastern lands. |
| [Calithos] says: So we started ripping through building after building. We got through seven houses until we had to walk in on the one with CRUSADERS in it. |
| Potar shoots his stare back up at Calithos. |
| Fluglehorn tosses the exploded remnants of his hornpipe and the makeshift lighter back over his shoulder. |
| Nadeshiko whispers something to Metric. |
| [Calithos] says: Well..they were surprised to say the least. They asked us who the hell we were, and I told them who I was. The son of Garithos Blyde, Grand Marshal of Lordaeron's forces. With luck, I was greeted with very open arms. |
| Teasel starts disassembling her squirrel while she listens to the story. |
| [Calithos] says: We started telling them that we were looking for a pocket dimension that had supplies, and asked them if they had come across anything like that. |
| Potar continues staring at Calithos, his expression grave. |
| [Calithos] says: Sadly, they said no. |
| Kyltania starts working up an impish little grin on her face. |
| Ivan shakes his head, almost as if refusing the grin. |
| [Calithos] says: And apparently that forty five minutes turned into twelve. Because another group of Scourge swept onto the buildings. |
| Angaelen frowns, noting her nib is distorted ... sets it down to just listen. |
| [Calithos] says: So, we decided to fight alongside them. But apparently they didn't get the chance to leave the blasted building. Ghouls leapt through the walls, ripping apart into anyone they got onto. |
| Fluglehorn tugs on his beard. He probably hasn't heard more than one sentence of story all night. |
| Fluglehorn looks up at the stars. |
| Teasel snickers at the development. She has her squirrel opened up now, and is digging around in its mechanical guts. |
| Calithos moves over a bit, apparently something bothering him. |
| Fizzlepocket looks over Teasel's shoulder and watches her work. |
| Calithos shakes his feet |
| Potar looks off-center at Calithos, as if something was springing to life in his mind. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head slightly. |
| Angaelen frowns at the gory image. |
| [Calithos] says: Now..all of a sudden, we see Crusaders being tore open like fish and ghouls feasting on them. |
| Metric slips Teasel a flask behind Fizzlepocket's back. |
| [Calithos] says: We decided to run like hell. |
| Angaelen nods understandingly. |
| Teasel accepts some oil from Metric with a big smile and starts applying it liberally to the gears and sprockets. |
| [Teasel] says: Ewww, ghoul feasts. |
| [Calithos] says: We leapt out one of the upper windows, sadly the pyromancer broke his arm somehow in result. We were hiding amongst the alleys so I could remove the fragments of glass and heal the shattered bone. |
| [Calithos] says: Until another battalion of Crusaders came up on us and attacked without warning. We were forced this time to actually fight. |
| [Calithos] says: But the entire time, this blasted paladin did NOTHING. |
| Fizzlepocket points to a random loose connection, and goes back to his mock outrage. |
| Angaelen gasps at Calithos. |
| [Calithos] says: After the fight, and bunch of wounds, we yelled at him. "The hell is your problem, you blasted moron!?" |
| Potar looks to Felena, frowning a bit, appearing as if something was beginning to weigh in on his mind. He whispers to Felena. |
| Ingarath feels a bit awkward being way the hell off by himself. |
| [Calithos] says: The only damn response he gave was. "I do not fight allies." He apparently believe the Crusaders were lost warriors who needed leading back to the path of righteousness. |
| Teasel pretends that she had already seen that connection and just hadn't gotten to it yet. |
| Elaran sighs and rolls her eyes. |
| Archin rolls his eyes and grumbles. |
| Teasel giggles at Calithos. |
| [Teasel] says: What an idiot! |
| Fluglehorn draws forth a small, pocket-sized notebook. He scribbles a few quick notes with the pen that was tucked behind his hear. |
| [Calithos] says: I said nothing further to it other than I thought he was nuts. |
| Angaelen sighs at Calithos. |
| Fluglehorn stuffs the notebook and pen away, murmuring to himself the word "Buy new pipe." |
| [Calithos] says: So..after some searching, we found the house the mages described. After some searching...we had finally found this so called treasure trove. |
| [Elaran] says: It was filled with cheese, wasn't it... |
| Fizzlepocket digs at a bit of earth and pulls up a few bolts and screws. |
| [Calithos] says: And let me tell you..treasure trove is a freaking understatement. More like treasure ocean. |
| Nadeshiko giggles. |
| [Nadeshiko] says: Filled with fish? |
| [Metric] says: Kelp perhaps? |
| [Calithos] says: If you looked in, there was weapons, potions, cloth, gold, food, all of it as fresh as it were put there not even the day before. |
| [Nim] says: Neat! |
| [Calithos] says: And I mean more than we could possibly see. |
| Teasel digs a glistening little box with flashing red lights on it out of her pack, and shows it to Fizzlepocket as if it proves something. |
| [Calithos] says: So...we did the most normal thing for adventurers. |
| [Teasel] says: You rolled around on it? |
| Nadeshiko catches the sight of flashing lights and leans over to see Teasel's device. |
| [Calithos] says: We had the mage open a portal, and we began the looting and pillaging. |
| Elaran snickers at Teasel. |
| [Calithos] says: Yes, the rolling around on it came first on the gold. |
| Teasel shows Nadeshiko the squirrel-compatible viciousness module. |
| Angaelen palms a [Herb Baked Egg] and flashes it towards those on her left, eyebrows raised, before flicking her wrist for a slight of hand to remove it from view. |
| Dahla chuckles softly. |
| [Calithos] says: So we started tossing everything we could into the portal. Rockrose said he would have a safe spot, and we sent the portal there. |
| Nadeshiko grins admiringly at the viciousness module. |
| Metric mutters something about remembering to pack a shovel for times like that. |
| [Calithos] says: So after ten minutes..maybe twenty, of pillaging, we heard..more Scourge. |
| Fluglehorn stands up abruptly and trots away, murmuring something to himself. |
| Nadeshiko whispers, "does it have a special Fizzlepocket setting?" |
| Fizzlepocket rolls his eyes. |
| Teasel glares angrily at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: Don't you have a story to listen to?! |
| [Calithos] says: The portal at the time, would not be enough for a human to go through. |
| Fluglehorn looks up at the people around and on the log. |
| Nadeshiko pouts at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Calithos] says: And we were mostly humans. The mage said he would need time to open a bigger portal. |
| Nim watches Fluglehorn move away and lets out a sigh of relief. Smiling now, he looks back to Calithos. |
| Teasel looks up from checking the device for a Fizzlepocket setting. "Why not just send the gnomes through?" |
| Teasel smirks slyly at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Calithos] says: So..out we went to fend them off. The paladin, with a crazed grin, decided to say. "Now, these are not allies." |
| [Calithos] says: ..What happened next even surprises me whenever I hear it. |
| Kyltania peers at Ivan oddly. |
| Elaran blinks at Calithos. |
| [Calithos] says: All of a sudden his mace flew outwards in a swing, and he basically flung away about three ghouls a swing. |
| [Calithos] says: We played back up as the armor clad madman tore into things with this huge mace. |
| Archin blinks at Calithos. |
| [Teasel] says: Paladins have a point? Besides on the top of their head? |
| Fluglehorn sets himself down on the log, dangling his feet over the side. |
| [Calithos] says: We were all wondering how in the hell he was capable of carrying the thing in the first place. |
| Potar shoots an odd look to Teasel. |
| Fluglehorn looks around, somewhat self-consciously, and begins to roll up his left pant-leg. |
| Nim fidgets. |
| [Calithos] says: Now, to explain this mace, it was as long as a pole arm, and a mace head the size of one of those boars. |
| Calithos points at Great Goretusk. |
| [Calithos] says: It even had a flag at the staved end so when he walked, it looked like his own personal banner. |
| Fluglehorn sets his multipurpose spanner beside him; a half-dozen different tool-heads jut out of the device--its a tinker's dream come true. |
| [Calithos] says: After about ten swings, he sent a good couple dozen ghouls flying, some flew into windows, into other buildings..ONTO buildings... |
| Fluglehorn finishes rolling his pant leg up, revealing a complex assortment of gears, pulleys, miniature motors, and pistons. |
| Nadeshiko whispers to Metric, "Da, this story was better when things were exploding." |
| [Calithos] says: But after the fifteenth, he was obviously getting tired. It must have been why he did little more than healing magics. |
| Archin cranes his neck, looking at Fluglehorn. |
| [Calithos] says: And apparently inside, the mage was setting up an explosive set at the door. |
| Fluglehorn goes to work on the prosthetic, which is obviously of gnomish design and more than likely his own creation. The artificial leg begins just below the knee. |
| Potar grimaces a bit. |
| Nim stifles a yawn, looking about the circle before once more focusing on Cal. |
| Teasel nods approvingly at the explosives. |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| [Calithos] says: So we all slowly gave up ground. And after getting to the door, he blew the damned thing ten feet from us. We all hit the walls. and we were caved in. |
| Metric nods. "It's sort of dragged since then," |
| Fizzlepocket lies down before Fluglehorn. |
| [Calithos] says: We didn't want the place to crush us, so we decided to leave the pocket dimension with whatever it had left. |
| [Calithos] says: We then went for the portal, as some rubble decided to join us. |
| Fluglehorn is busy disassembling part of his leg, ratcheting bolts free and sliding pneumatic pistons apart. |
| Angaelen straightens her skirts. |
| Ingarath winks slyly at Elaran. |
| Kyltania eyes Ivan warily and sighs to herself. |
| [Calithos] says: We leapt..into Rockrose's office. |
| Fluglehorn suddenly shivers, going still. |
| Elaran leans over and hugs Ingarath. |
| Ingarath grins and returns the hug. |
| [Calithos] says: We all got through, luckily. Except the paladin's flag, part of it was torn off. |
| [Calithos] says: ..Sadly, we walked into something worse. |
| Fluglehorn looks rather perturbed, glancing around him. His gaze rests for a quick moment to his left, at the people standing in front of the log. |
| Felena yawns sleepily. |
| Teasel pats the grass and comes up with a missing spring. |
| Fluglehorn shudders again, involuntarily, before shaking it off and going back to work. |
| Tigriss greets Artemisa warmly. |
| Artemisa waves at Tigriss. |
| [Calithos] says: There was old Rockrose, sitting on a bed naked with two Elven women and some of the food. |
| Ivan sighs deeply, |
| Potar closes the weathered tome in his lap, revealing the large bronze insignia of the Silver Hand upon its cover. |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| Nim stands up and stretches his legs, brushing himself off. |
| [Calithos] says: ...I can tell you now I never saw anything more mind ripping in my life. |
| Asherrean slips an arm around Shame and chuckles. |
| Shame grins and leans against Ash. |
| Ivan softly squeezes her hand, which he still holds, and turns to leave. |
| [Calithos] says: The end. |
| Calithos bows down graciously. |
| Nadeshiko claps excitedly. |
| Bor claps excitedly. |
| Wren applauds at Calithos. Bravo! |
| Elaran chuckles at Calithos. |
| Shame claps excitedly. |
| Archin claps excitedly for Calithos. |
| Elaran applauds at Calithos. Bravo! |
| Teasel claps excitedly for Calithos. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Calithos. |
| Kyltania narrows her eyes. |
| Fizzlepocket drops the various screws and bolts he found into Teasel's lap, and claps for Calithos for... no real reason, but he can |
| [Teasel] says: I liked the parts with explosives! |
| Dahla applauds at Calithos. Bravo! |
| [Nim] says: Yeah. |
| [Nim] says: That was DEFINATELY th'best part! |
| [Nadeshiko] says: Me too! |
| Angaelen claps politely, with a bit of uncertainty on her face. |
| Asherrean claps excitedly for Calithos. |
| Fluglehorn doesn't look up, fiddling intently with his leg. |
| Geril applauds. Bravo! |
| Potar takes a deep breath, his heavy mind draining the energy from him and provoking him to yawn. |
| Teasel gets out her spanner so she can straighten a bent flange on the case. |
| Dahla smiles at Calithos. "Thank you very much, for sharing your story with us." |
| Nim leans back on his palms, stretching out in the grass. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| Asherrean nods to Barley. |
| [Calithos] says: Well, I was being merciful. |
| [Calithos] says: I didn't tell you what they were doing with the food. |
| Teasel doesn't notice the extra screws and bolts because it's not like she has the parts sorted into any perceptible order. |
| Nadeshiko fossicks around in her pack looking for something. |
| [Calithos] says: ...That's for the therapist and I to talk about.. |
| Calithos suddenly looks depressed. |
| Elaran chuckles at Calithos. |
| Ingarath smiles. |
| [Dahla] says: It's starting to get late and I know a few people have numb bottoms... but if the urge to suddenly tell a quick story has come to anyone, they'd best speak now. |
| Archin clears his throat. |
| [Archin] says: I could tell one... |
| [Archin] says: ...though... I'll try not to be long winded.... |
| Wren reaches down to scratch Luck behind the ears |
| [Teasel] says: Good! |
| Felena smiles to Archin with interest. |
| [Nim] says: Whas it about? |
| Fizzlepocket leans forward resting his head on his hands, which in effect, are resting on his knees, and takes a deep breath. |
| Metric opens his pack and starts rearranging cloth-wrapped bundles of leaves in a vain attempt to pack them more efficiently. |
| Nim looks over to Archin seriously. |
| Dahla grins at Archin. "Please do, then!" |
| Fluglehorn looks up for a moment before looking back down to his leg. He finishes whatever it was he was doing to the prosthetic, and begins to reassemble the complex device. |
| Archin stands up slowly. |
| [Archin] says: An army of Ogres from Stromgarde that tried to pound me to dust... |
| Calithos smiles calmly, listening |
| Potar carefully places the tome into his pack, and starts pulling out his riding cloak. He places it in his lap, waiting for the last story. |
| Teasel starts putting her squirrel back together. |
| Archin fixes his monocle and looks around, licking his lips and nodding, more to himself. |
| Teasel remembers to add in the extra module. |
| Fizzlepocket sighs. Great. More viciousness. |
| [Archin] says: This was a while ago... months ago... I had some business in Stromgarde... a tower within Stromgarde needed to be raided |
| Teasel flicks the dip switches for maximal viciousness. |
| Nadeshiko drinks from a leather flask before closing up her bag. |
| Kyltania clenches her jaw and storms off. |
| Fizzlepocket is just what he thought was missing from the FIRST time around. |
| [Nim] says: I hope this one has bombs in it. |
| Fizzlepocket groans loudly. "Don't set it that high... just being in the same room as you would set it off..." |
| Calithos puffs, and listens. |
| Nim settles in, listening to the story. |
| [Archin] says: A hate that blasted place... took me weeks to get a group together to attack that damnable tower... but finally, three travelers and myself came together to tackle the task... |
| [Nadeshiko] says: Or fireballs. |
| [Teasel] says: Ogres are fun! |
| [Nim] says: Ogres are mean! |
| [Archin] says: It was myself, a dwarf warrior, a human Paladin... and a Night Elf Priestess known as Glimmerdawn |
| Teasel grins wickedly at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Archin] says: The tower was guarded by a load of unsightly ogres.. and they weren't very keen on letting us raid their tower... and we would have to fight through them |
| Fluglehorn rolls his pant leg down, hooking the spanner back to his belt and hopping off the log. |
| [Archin] says: However... this Glimmerdawn... she knew a shortcut along the outer wall of Stromgarde, which would bypass all the ogres and deliver us to the entrance of the tower itself |
| Fluglehorn limps back over to the circle. |
| [Archin] says: Ingenious, really... it saved us a tremendous amount of work. We outclassed the ogres by a few seasons... but we were a party of four, rather than five, so we had to be cautious |
| Fluglehorn leans in to Nim and whispers, again completely audible to everyone around him. |
| [Fluglehorn] says: What'd I miss? |
| [Archin] says: So.. as we perched ourselves precariously on the parapet... |
| [Nim] says: S'story. Here's another one, s'be quiet. |
| Nim nods. |
| Archin grins for a moment at his alliteration.. |
| Archin shakes his head and continues. |
| [Archin] says: ...ahem... we made our way to the tower... when the most idiotic thing occurred... |
| Dahla grins at Archin. |
| [Archin] says: ..our Dwarven warrior slipped... fell off the wall, and lay prostrate on the ground below... |
| Fizzlepocket whispers quite loudly to Teasel, pointing to the squirrel from time to time, and then groaning again from time to time just contemplating how nasty this squirrel will be... |
| Ingarath waves at Veras. |
| Archin mutters something to himself. |
| [Archin] says: I blame it on the short legs... |
| Archin coughs and looks around. |
| [Archin] says: Uh.. no offense... |
| Teasel takes out one of the levers controlling a leg, frowns at it, and tabs it with her spanner. She sniffs at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Nadeshiko] says: Short legs? |
| Barleystout sees a flower. |
| [Teasel] says: Short legs? |
| [Archin] says: So the three of us stared at him... laying there, considering what to do... if we drop down, we'd have to fight in front and behind us, as we weren't close enough to the tower... |
| Archin swallows and glances at all the gnomes. |
| [Elaran] says: Riiight. Because short legs are a measure of traction on stone surfaces. |
| Archin clears his throat. |
| [Archin] says: Anyway! |
| Nadeshiko smiles at Bor. |
| [Archin] says: We decided, as is customary of a good group, to drop down with him and figure out what to do...from where he had fallen, the Ogres did not know he was there... but they certainly would soon |
| Fluglehorn mumbles something to himself and stands with a grunt, using Nim to help himself up. |
| [Teasel] says: ... |
| Fluglehorn wanders off randomly. |
| [Teasel] says: You jumped down into the ogre pit after him? |
| [Archin] says: So, we dropped down carefully, and decided that we would have to try again... to escape out of Stromgarde... and try again along the wall |
| Bor leans against the Goretusk. |
| [Archin] says: And... tie that damnable dwarf up so he doesn't fall... |
| Archin nods to Teasel. |
| [Archin] says: Aye... |
| [Teasel] says: Wow, did he owe you money or something? |
| [Archin] says: No... no... |
| Elaran snickers at Teasel. |
| Metric laughs. |
| Archin clears his throat again. |
| [Archin] says: Anyway... |
| [Archin] says: The plan was suicide, I should have seen it coming... |
| [Archin] says: We decided fighting our way out wasn't viable... but rather, charging out faster than the Ogres, and having their considerable weight tire them, they'd give up after a while |
| Bor laughs. |
| [Archin] says: Glimmerdawn could shield herself.. as could I... and the two of us had mounts. The Paladin and the Warrior.. they didn't have any mounts yet.. |
| [Archin] says: ...so, they had to fend for themselves |
| Potar rolls his eyes. |
| [Nadeshiko] says: Did they die a fiery death? |
| [Archin] says: So... Glimmerdawn charged out with her shield, and I followed on my horse. The Human and Dwarf trailed behind |
| [Archin] says: Easy miss, I'm getting there |
| Archin winks at Nadeshiko. |
| Nadeshiko nods somberly. |
| Havyn glances around at the crowd and takes a seat. |
| [Archin] says: The ogres were quite angry... and they chased Glimmerdawn, who was in the lead... when they learned they couldn't catch us, on our mounts, they turned to the slower warrior and paladin |
| Archin shrugs. |
| [Archin] says: Not my fault they didn’t have mounts, I took off out of Stromgarde to the crossroads and Glimmer and I waited |
| Nim snorts. "Ogres are always angry anyway. They've got bad tempers" |
| [Archin] says: It was a horrific sight, that dwarf and human, running for their lives out of the gates of Stromgarde, probably twenty-five ogres chasing them |
| Archin swallows. |
| [Archin] says: By my calculation.. the Ogres SHOULD have given up the chase... but they didn't |
| Fizzlepocket very, very subtly tries to flip a single DIP switch to at least lower the viciousness by over 70%.... |
| [Nadeshiko] says: If the dwarf had a pack of explosives he could have sacrificed himself and killed them all! |
| [Archin] says: he should have for all the bloody trouble! but... as I was saying... |
| [Bor] says: That’s what I woulda done! |
| Metric nods! |
| Nadeshiko nods at Bor. |
| [Archin] says: Horrified, I looked at Glimmerdawn and we decided running to Refuge Pointe was the best decision... the Ogres would give up by then, surely |
| [Bor] says: Well, except for the sacrificing part... |
| [Archin] says: We rode out towards Refuge Pointe, the Dwarf and Human trailing behind... when none other than Captain Valorcall and his entourage rode toward us... |
| [Archin] says: ...and then turned around and rode away... afraid for their lives... |
| Nadeshiko mumbles something approving. You can make out the words "competent dwarf" |
| Elaran lets out a hearty chuckle. |
| Archin mutters something under his breath and regains his thought. |
| Ingarath listens quietly. |
| [Archin] says: Those damnable ogres didn't stop! Not only did the ogres follow, but the resident wildlife, alerted by the giants, followed too!! |
| [Archin] says: Every adventurer we rode by turned and ran away, as an army of powerful ogres, probably thirty now... chased us |
| [Archin] says: All because of that idiotic dwarf!! |
| Bor casts Archin a cold stare. |
| [Archin] says: We made it to Refuge Pointe... terrified... aye.. even I was terrified, and I'm a Mage! |
| Wren frowns slightly "nothing wrong with dwarves, good beards" |
| Ingarath grins at Wren. |
| [Archin] says: So... as the Ogres thundered toward Refuge Pointe.... we thought the resident guards will kill them... |
| [Archin] says: ....they ran away as well! |
| Bor mutters "damn straight" |
| [Archin] says: They did NOTHING! |
| [Archin] says: So, huddled together in Refuge Pointe, our lackluster party stood ready to fight Ogres, Raptors, and Spiders.... we told everyone at the Pointe to look out... that a war was about to occur... they thought we were joking |
| Bhasu waves at Tigriss. |
| Tigriss curtsies before Bhasu. |
| Teasel giggles at Archin. |
| [Archin] says: That is until the ground started to rumble... and the beasts issued over the rise and bore down on the encampment |
| [Tigriss] says: Greetings, Bhasu |
| [Elaran] says: Oops. |
| [Bhasu] says: how are you? |
| [Archin] says: I admit, it was unlike anything I had ever seen... all of the adventurers in the encampment came together to defend the Pointe, after the cowardice of the guards |
| [Tigriss] says: I am well .. thank you .. I trust your hunt went well this night? |
| [Bhasu] says: it did...took so long. |
| [Archin] says: Ogres, raptors, and spiders attacked the camp, as the pets of hunters, spells of mages, and minions of Warlocks charged in |
| Bor gently pats Matek. |
| [Bhasu] says: you dressed up I see. |
| [Tigriss] says: then rest ... and r4elax for a bit |
| Angaelen stifles a sleepy yawn. |
| [Archin] says: Warriors ran in with their various weapons, and Paladins screamed calls to battle in defense of our small, little encampment |
| [Tigriss] says: aye .. tis nice to shed the armor for a time and leek like a woman on occasion |
| [Archin] says: Ultimately... we killed the Ogres... all of them.... and many brave adventurers died as well... |
| [Tigriss] says: look |
| Archin scratches the side of his head. |
| [Archin] says: ..didn't expect those ogres to follow for that far.... |
| [Archin] says: Of course.. they asked how that happened... |
| [Archin] says: But I wasn't going to say a damn thing, they'd have killed us all... so.. we said nothing |
| [Teasel] says: Good thinking! |
| [Archin] says: To add insult to injury, the dwarf was 'tired' after the adventure, and had to go to sleep!! |
| Elaran quietly snickers to herself. |
| [Archin] says: So.. our pickup group.. poised for greatness... |
| Calithos snickers a bit. |
| [Wren] says: Well that was a lot of running! |
| [Bhasu] says: now that I have my cloak off, these are tight pants |
| Jaero gazes around eagerly. |
| [Archin] says: ..instead was destroyed by a mistepping dwarf |
| Archin mutters something and shakes his head. |
| Bhasu shakes his rear at Tigriss. |
| Tigriss gently pats Bhasu. |
| [Archin] says: I never finished that bloody quest, I refuse to go into Stromgarde after that affair |
| [Archin] says: I did learn one thing, however |
| Nadeshiko mutters something about unfair stereotypes. |
| [Archin] says: Aye... there is a moral to this story |
| Archin waves his finger and then taps the side of his head. |
| [Metric] says: Poison the ogres ahead of time? |
| [Archin] says: If you're going to have a plan... have the Mage think of it |
| Archin winks and nods. |
| A sly smirk spreads across Jaero's face. |
| [Archin] says: The end... |
| Angaelen smirks slyly at Nim. |
| Wren claps excitedly for Archin. |
| Elaran claps excitedly for Archin. |
| Ingarath claps excitedly for Archin. |
| Archin bows down graciously. |
| Angaelen curtsies. |
| Bhasu claps excitedly for Tigriss. |
| Sassandra wrinkles her nose. "Does that advice always work?" |
| Dahla applauds at Archin. Bravo! |
| Angaelen claps excitedly for Archin. |
| [Bor] says: And bring some landmines to drop behind you |
| Nadeshiko claps quietly. |
| Bor claps excitedly. |
| Sassandra claps softly. |
| Calithos snickers a bit, but claps none the less. |
| Nim claps excitedly for Archin. |
| [Teasel] says: Sure! Or a gnome! Gnome plans are best! |
| Potar smirks a bit at Archin. |
| Fizzlepocket stands up, yawns, and stretches.. |
| Teasel grins approvingly at Bor. |
| Calithos claps excitedly for Archin. |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: . |
| [Nadeshiko] says: And pack plenty of explosives! |
| Jaero greets Archin with a hearty hello! |
| [Teasel] says: Land mines, also good. |
| Angaelen quietly excuses herself. "The road rise to meet you all" |
| Metric grins at Bor. |
| [Bhasu] says: or let the rogue plan |
| Ingarath sneaks an arm around Elaran. |
| Angaelen curtsies before Archin. |
| Archin nods at Jaero. |
| [Dahla] says: Thank you so very much for the tale! |
| Theodorah fumbles with her various weapons, trying not to look alarming to anyone. |
| [Archin] says: You're quite welcome, m'lady |
| [Archin] says: I hope it wasn't too long... |
| Elaran yawns and wraps an arm around Ingarath. |
| Dahla smiles. "Not at all!" |
| [Nim] says: I need t'be goin', even if thas not th'last story... |
| Teasel has her squirrel back together now! But she still has several pieces that are outside the squirrel. She puzzles at them. |
| [Jegen] says: Me as well |
| [Nim] says: We're goin' t'Caer Darrow and check it out! |
| Dahla grins, seeing a few tired faces and more-fidgety-than-usual gnomes. "Well then. I think this evening has been a terrific success, and the most circular circle I've ever seen." |
| [Sassandra] says: It *is* getting a tad late... |
| [Archin] says: Aye, I have to take my leave as well |
| [Teasel] says: Ooh, can I come? |
| [Nim] says: Ok! |
| [Calithos] says: Hrm.. |
| [Wren] says: Was just as long as it needed to be /who teasel |
| [Teasel] says: Great! |
| Fizzlepocket eyes the squirrel with quite an anxious look in his eye... |
| [Jegen] says: If anyone need to travel back to Stormwind right now, I'd be happy to open a portal there |
| Jaero whispers over his shoulder to Archin, "Quite a tale, that was, lad." |
| [Metric] says: Have fun, kids. |
| [Elaran] says: I need to head out, as well. Getting tired. |
| Archin grins at Jaero. "Thank you, Sir." |
| Teasel hasn't turned the squirrel back on yet. She pockets the extra squirrel bits. |
| [Bor] says: Think I'll stick around fer some fishin' |
| [Dahla] says: Good night folks, and thank you all for coming. I hope to see you all again next week. |
| [Calithos] says: Well..I suppose it's time for all of us. It's rather late, no? |
| [Jaero] says: Wish I could have heard the whole of it. |
| Calithos quietly stands. |
| Theodorah looks around slightly sadly. |
| Sassandra shoots Nim a quizzical look. |
| Calithos hrms. |
| [Jaero] says: Oi! Ingarath! Is the Jester open at this late hour? |
| Jaero glares angrily at Matek. |
| [Ingarath] says: The Jester is always open. |
| Teasel grins wickedly at Fizzlepocket. |
| [Teasel] says: I'm going to test it now! |
| Nadeshiko peers over Teasel's shoulder. |
| Jaero cheers! |
| [Ingarath] says: Whether or not you can get service... |
| Ingarath grins. |
| [Metric] says: Actually, Stormwind would shorten my route.... |
| [Jegen] says: [Gnomish] Protos shermt hine va naggirath |
| Elaran kisses Ingarath on the cheek, then stands. |
| [Nim] says: I'll see y'guys later! |
| [Jegen] says: [Gnomish] Thorneb |
| Potar rises slowly, and drapes his cloak around his back. |
| Nim waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| [Nim] says: Stay safe and stuff! |
| Ingarath bows before Elaran. |
| [Elaran] says: Good night, everyone. |
| Theodorah looks nervously between Jaero and Archin. |
| [Nadeshiko] says: [Gnomish] Mos lo |
| Teasel hugs Nadeshiko. |
| Elaran smiles at Ingarath. |
| [Metric] says: [Gnomish] We Gosh grum giz lo we riff nagin |
| Jegen waves goodbye to Nim. Farewell! |
| Archin glances at Theodorah. |
| [Dahla] says: Good night! |
| Nadeshiko hugs Metric. |
| [Bor] says: Thanks fer the lovely evenin' everyone |
| [Ingarath] says: Good night, Elaran. |
| [Jegen] says: [Gnomish] Protos buma |
| Nadeshiko hugs Teasel. |
| Metric hugs Nadeshiko. |
| Elaran waves goodbye to everyone. Farewell! |
| [Theodorah] says: Er... pardon me sirs.... |
| Potar holds out a hand to Felena, offering to help her up. |
| [Archin] says: Yes, m'lady? |
| Nadeshiko waves at Teasel. |
| Jaero gazes eagerly at Theodorah. |
| [Bor] says: I'll find a good story fer next week. |
| [Nim] says: Y'ready, Teasel? |
| [Jaero] says: Ma'am? |
| [Elaran] says: Good night, cuteness. |
| Nadeshiko waves. |
| [Teasel] says: You go on without me, Nim; I need to test my squirrel. |
| Teasel grins wickedly at Nim. |
| Felena smiles to Potar, and gratefully accepts the hand. |
| [Nim] says: Oh... |
| Nim frowns and nods. |
| [Nadeshiko] says: [Gnomish] O lock va gal zah methrine grum |
| [Theodorah] says: I uh... er, is this her tellin' of stories a regular thing? |
| Calithos hrms..and quietly turns ands fades about. |
| [Nim] says: Ok then |
| [Teasel] says: [Gnomish] Gear |
| [Nim] says: 'll see y'later! |
| [Jaero] says: Aye, lass. |
| [Nadeshiko] says: Goodnight Mister Nim! |
| [Teasel] says: [Gnomish] Helm rod |
| [Archin] says: I believe so... I stumbled upon it this evening |
| [Calithos] says: Lovely night.. |
| Fizzlepocket slowly moves towards Teasel, staring at the squirrel... |
| [Jaero] says: Every Thursday, if I'm not mistaken. |
| Metric waves at Nadeshiko. |
| Ingarath smiles softly at Dahla. |
| Nadeshiko waves at Nim. |
| [Nim] says: Everyone stay safe! |
| Theodorah ponders this. |
| [Bor] says: G'night everyone! |
| Ingarath murmurs, "You did a wonderful job." |
| [Jaero] says: The Magistrate doesn't advertise it much. Thinks the Blackrock may get wind of it and more harm will come to Lakeshire. |
| Wren waves goodbye to Bor. Farewell! |
| [Theodorah] says: Oh... Maybe I can come a bit earlier next time... |
| [Fizzlepocket] says: .... So... |
| Teasel puts the squirrel down on the ground and turns it on. It hunkers down and shudders spastically for a while. |
| Ingarath turns to Wren. |
| Potar moves her hand to his lips very briefly, then lets her hand go. |
| Dahla smiles up at Ingarath. "I just herd the cats somewhat, but... thank you." |
| Fizzlepocket steps back... a lot. |
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