Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((First
Post!))
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Rawr))!
Kurt Samson: [Third post. Boo-yah.]
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((Anyone who
needs a recap: http://www.ravyns-nest.ws/Logs/2005/Adele/dec14changeling-scene.htm))
Samantha Stomps: (snags color)
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Mew.))
Fangwulf: ((We're missing
Fern and Helah. Though Nessa asked me to write Helah out should any emergency
arise. I pinged Fern's player to let him know where we were.))
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Okie do.))
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Yikes. That track hurt
my ears))
Samantha Stomps: Sam + Hella = reCAP
Fangwulf: *So, for a recap
- Red-haired sidhe told you to go into the Dreaming, and you did, to fetch a
sword. Kurt was given the sheath to hold said sword. You fought cannibalistic
puffins, and then were approached by a one-eyed sidhe with control issues.
Pointing guns. You are not walking on the silver path towards her encampment.*
Fangwulf: *Not=now.*
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Thought as much ^_^))
Fangwulf: *And the one-eyed
sidhe has not introduced herself. She walks with an easy gait, forwards. She
does not have the sword on her.*
Samantha Stomps: Brings up the rear, picking
puffin feathers from her teeth and tucking them in her mohawk.
Lyssa Cloutier: *trudges along, at some point
in the middle of the line*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She walks along,
near the front of the group. If Kurt takes the lead, she lets him...otherwise,
she is afraid, it falls on her. And as much as she would hate to, she shall.
Kurt Samson: Kurt takes the lead because, well, it seems like a good idea at the time. He looks quizzically at the unnamed Sidhe. "What's yer name?" He figures that it'd be polite for her to introduce herself.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Then in
second place she walks.
Lyssa Cloutier: *and third she goes*
Fangwulf: *She stops. A
turn of her head so her good eye can take in the satyr.* Jacqueline ap Liam. *No
title, a simple name.*
Samantha Stomps: "Jackie the Lime."
Fangwulf: Another word from
you, Redcap, and your tongue will be cut out.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: A brow goes up.
A Liam. She inclines her head to Jacqueline. "A pleasure, Milady," she whispers.
A pleasure, after being accosted and surrounded by guards? Hard to tell if she's
being serious or not...she's not obvious about it, either way.
Kurt Samson: "Kurt Samson." He lacks
house and title. He's all common like that. "What's yer take on th'whole
sitation?"
Samantha Stomps: Snaps her teeth at fairy.
"Try it."
Lyssa Cloutier: *just keeps silent*
Fangwulf: There will be
no trying. *An angry look, but she simply walks forward, along the silver path.
A couple of the birds hop along, but away from the group. Maybe they're learning
too fast.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She grits her
teeth. Redcaps. "Adele Elizabeth Hamilton," she offers Jacqueline by way of
introduction.
Samantha Stomps: "Didn't think so," she
smirks.
Fangwulf: *She walks towards the fire. Of course, in the distance, the fire seems to swivel in different directions, as the Dreaming recreates itself to create and lose pieces of itself. She doesn't speak any more simply listens to the introductions.*
Lyssa Cloutier: *eyes the birds hopping
along, but keeping their distance... just in case they get brave enough to
approach*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She travels
along in silence, gliding over the snow behind Kurt with light steps, eyes ever
observant.
Samantha Stomps: Hopes the birds get closer.
She could use another snack.
Fangwulf: *The camp slowly
becomes visible. The walk seems, perhaps, farther than it actually should be.*
((Gimme stamina rolls peeps.))
Samantha Stomps: And the Lime looks like it
would taste bitter.
Kurt Samson:
d10: stamina: 2,8,7,8,
Lyssa Cloutier:
d10: Stamina: 8,3,5,
Samantha Stomps:
d10: : 9,9,4,
Kurt Samson: The walk doesn't really
bother him at all, so mighty is he.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
d10: Stamina: 9,5,
Fern Hayley: [Dah!]
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Yay!))
Fern Hayley:
d10: sta: 5,8,6,3,
Fangwulf: ((roll me
stamina, Fern-p? And welcome!))
Fangwulf: *Everyone seems
to make it okay to the encampment. It is rather small, really. Seven tents
scattered, three bonfires (don't get any ideas, Kurt.)*
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Woot! Bonfires!)) *looks
about the encampment & shrugs a tiny bit*
Fern Hayley: *Arms crossed as they walk into
the encampment. Maybe she should have worn something just a teeny bit warmer*
Kurt Samson: Those are fires for a
purpose. He doesn't extinguish every fire.
Samantha Stomps: Runs her tongue along her
teeth. Only seven tents? Chuckles.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She's still
quiet, watching everything as she approaches, right behind Jacqueline and Kurt.
A glance around, for others who weren't with them, holding them at bow-point.
Fangwulf: *There seems to be very few outside, as the flames flicker, dance with the wind. A satyr plays to one to keep it alive. One can almost see a ghostly apparition within it, a fiery chimera. A couple others, a satyr, and a sidhe, stand at the ready with bows. In case of attack, of course. There is one tent, that looks blood-smeared in the flickering firelight. One can see the brief shadows of figures laying down, and another standing up, working diligently over their still frames.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Brief nods to
those in the camp within visual range...ever polite. She looks to Jacqueline, to
lead them onward to a spot.
Lyssa Cloutier: *she grimaces briefly at the
site of the medical tent (or what she's deemed the medical tent) & quickly
focuses on the other tents, other soldiers & finally to the Pointy Ears ap Liam*
Fangwulf: *She nods, and
leads them towards a tent, two to the left of the bloodied one. Flipping over
the flap leads to a much larger enclosure than should be possible. And warmth.*
Samantha Stomps: Pops a hand on the canvas of
the bloody tent in passing. *WHOMP!*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Ooh, warmth. She
shivers as she enters, the sudden heat making her realize just how cold she was.
Not like the pale wisp of a woman dressed overly much. She looks up at Kurt,
nodding slightly, acceding the opening remark to him.
Lyssa Cloutier: *following Adele, she
enters the tent*
Fangwulf: *Amazingly
enough, Sam finds that the side of the tent hurts her hand, hitting it too
hard.*
Kurt Samson: He heads inside, hands in
his pockets. "So, what's th'deal?"
Lyssa Cloutier: ((*cackle*))
Fern Hayley: *Rubs her arms as they step
into the warmth* So, then...
Lyssa Cloutier: *lets them do the talking*
Samantha Stomps: Shakes her hand. She knew
there was a cap in there. The blood tells all.
Fangwulf: *There is no
fire, but it is blocking the harsh winds. The archers stay outside, along with
the satyr tending to the fires. Jacqueline enters. there are cushions more than
chairs, the entire layout done in burgundies and golds. It looks almost Indian
in the style. An odd choice for the warrior Sidhe. Her weapon of choice seems to
be the gun, gaguing from the table with the floating tools of destruction. On
the far end of the tent, there lies a blade, a jagged edge along one side, the
other side straight. the hilt seems wrapped in black leather, and small silvered
tendrils float from between the leather winding.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Perhaps she
should have done the talking.
Lyssa Cloutier: *raises an eyebrow at the
blade's design. Well that's interesting. Perhaps one side is meant to act as a
sword breaker? she muses to herself*
Fangwulf: *Her head swivels
towards the blade.* That is what you were looking for. The blood-haired one used
it against my men.
Kurt Samson: "Y'mean th'sexy redhead back
at th'bar? Th' guy whose name begins with 'A'?" He didn't remember much aside
from that.
Fangwulf: Aethilian Marcona
ap Ailil, *she says calmly.* A foul creature.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Aethilian," she
murmurs.
Lyssa Cloutier: *lips purse& brow furrows
a mere smidgeon as she thinks a moment*
Kurt Samson: He opens his mouth to speak
and then promptly shuts it for a moment. "He...seemed so nice.."
Samantha Stomps: "I knew we should have
dragged sissy pants along with us."
Fern Hayley: *Listens, looking between the
speakers* [*Quests for afrin*]
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Milady ap
Liam," she whisper, looking to the one-eyed sidhe. "What exactly transpired
between your people and Aethilian? He presented himself as a Squire of House
Gwydion."
Lyssa Cloutier: *nods*
Fangwulf: He came to our
encampment with a story of how he had been attacked by the birds outside. We
keep them at bay with the fires. The birds seem wary of it, but it will only be
so long until they grow unafraid of them. So we allowed his company providing he
would help. In return for our kindness, he stole my pendant, changed my form to
try to shame me, killed three of my people, and ran.
Lyssa Cloutier: *raises an eyebrow*
Samantha Stomps: Shoves to the fore and
reaches for the sword. "Well, this is what we're for."
Fangwulf: Hardly the
behaviour of a Gwydion.
Kurt Samson: His eyes narrow a little,
hands curling into fists. "I hate bein' taken fer a fool." He curses lowly and
shakes his head before looking up at Samantha. "Leave it."
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Of course not,"
she says to Jacqueline. When Sam reaches for the sword, she merely steps away.
Ready to let the idiot redcap die. She just doesn't want any blood on her.
Fangwulf: *Oddly enough,
the silver tendrils seem to blow in a wind towards Sam's approaching hand.*
Lyssa Cloutier: *the palm of her hand meets
her forehead with a resounding smack* Oi...
Samantha Stomps: Pff. Wind. She farts bigger
than that.
Fern Hayley: Ya might want to watch out with
that thing. It might make you cut off your own head. And that would make a big
mess.
Fangwulf: ((Let me know if
Sam touches the blade's hilt.))
Samantha Stomps: She's a cap. Of course
she's gonna grab it.
Fangwulf: ((Sam, make a
Dex+Ath roll for me.))
Samantha Stomps: It would looks so good in
her collection.
Samantha Stomps:
d10: : 5,4,9,2,6,6,
Fangwulf: ((And a Wits for
me, diff 5.))
Lyssa Cloutier: *watches Samantha. They
did come here for the sword after all, but it probably would have been better to
wait to see if Jackie would hand it over. But shrugs to herself*
Kurt Samson: He just sort of does a
face-palm.
Samantha Stomps: (wp)
Samantha Stomps:
d10: : 9,1,9,
Fangwulf: *The silver
tendrils look incredibly sharp, and instinct cause Sam to yank her hand back,
before the tendrils attempt to pin her hand to the hilt. Sharpening, digging
into the hilt itself. An almost keening cry lets loose from... something, and
they continue to blow in the wind.*
Lyssa Cloutier: *blinks. yipes* Better her
than me *blinks some more*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Well. That was
interesting. She looks at Samantha, her face darkening just a bit in annoyance.
"Well done."
Kurt Samson: "Told her to leave it." He
winces.
Samantha Stomps: "Any of you furballs carry a
gauntlet?"
Fangwulf: *Jacqueline
watches it.* This is why I need the sheath.
Fern Hayley: *In her best "TIm the
Enchanter" voice* I warned yew!
Lyssa Cloutier: *looks to Jackie* I think
it's reason why anyone would need the sheath. Or a long pair of tongs.
Kurt Samson: "What're ya plannin' t'do
with the sheath an' sword?"
Fangwulf: I am planning to
lure him back here for an exchange, to get what is mine back. Of course.
Fangwulf: And we have tried
the metal glove route. It flowed through the metal, and we had to cut Henrik's
hand off to get them to release.
Samantha Stomps: Saunters up close to the
Lime. "So? You a guy under them tits?"
Lyssa Cloutier: And what of yours did he
acquire? 'Cause I have a feeling he's not above having someone else do his dirty
work for him. *"Though that's exactly what we're sort of doing" she mentally
adds*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Hmmm. Too bad
Samantha jerked back. She might be more well-behaved with one hand. "And, as you
are the rightful owner, Milady, you are of course due what is yours."
Samantha Stomps: "Yeah? Why didn't Henrik just
let it be a part of him?"
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "She means the
sheath, I believe," she murmurs to Lyssa.
Samantha Stomps: "Now how the hell do you
know she-male here isn't the one regurgitatin' camel dung?"
Fangwulf: *She glares at
the Redcap with scathing malice.*
Lyssa Cloutier: *shrugs at Adele*
Fangwulf: My pendant. It
was a gift from my father.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Ah, yes." She
nods apologetically to Jacqueline. Samantha's question draws no comment, not
even a look.
Samantha Stomps: Seems the cap is used to
scathing malice. She gives the Lime a toothy grin.
Lyssa Cloutier: ((All this talk of lime is
making me hungry))
Fern Hayley: Well, it's a reasonable
question. *Looking from Sam to Jaques, er, whoever* Getting tugged back and
forth by the curlies isn't fun when it's this cold out, you know?
Samantha Stomps: "First ya do what one Lord
Shithe says, now yer gonna do what another says. You crook shank flea ridden
carpets just flutter whatever way the wind blows, doncha?"
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She sighs a
little bit, looking between Fern and Samantha.
Lyssa Cloutier: We're screwed regardless *she
states plainly to Sam*
Fangwulf: You give me
the sheath, and this can end. I can gain my pendant back, and I will lead you
back to the pub.
Kurt Samson: [Sorry, guys, work called!]
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Bad work! No biscuit!))
Kurt Samson: He looks at the sheath for a
moment and then at the eye-patched one. "I believe her."
Samantha Stomps: "An now it wants to lead us.
Sorry bit of a bribe there Limey."
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Milady ap
Liam," she murmurs, looking to the woman. "if you would allow us to return to
the pub alone, perhaps we could do what you intended. Lure the Ailil back here
for you to defeat in an environment more familiar to you."
Fangwulf: ((You can go
ahead and roll Wits+Subterfuge if you want, Kurt-p.))
Fangwulf: It is a dangerous
trek back the way you came. The best route is to circle back. I can show you how
if you will give me the sheath.
Lyssa Cloutier: *Lyssa, on the other hand,
looks considerably dubious about the entire Sidhe, though perhaps not as much as
Sam*
Samantha Stomps: Kurt> "And what grand
epiphany leads you to this conclusion? Cuz she's here and that sissy pants
whiner ain't. Who ya gonna believe when yer in front of him again? The other end
o' them horns curling into your brain, pucker rug?"
Kurt Samson:
d10: wits+subterfuge: 5,6,4,9,
Fangwulf: ((As a matter of
fact, anyone who wants to can roll Wits+Subterfuge.))
Samantha Stomps: "Ya gonna tuck yer tail
inside yer butt over a few chickadees that belong between two slices?"
Lyssa Cloutier:
d10: Wits+Subterfuge: 8,7,2,5,7,8,4,
Fern Hayley:
d10: Wits sub: 4,1,
Samantha Stomps:
d10: wits no sub: 2,4,6,
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Be silent," she
murmurs to Samantha. No one here has any skill at subtlety or intrigue,
apparently. "Milady...if we return without the sheath, Aethilion will know we
gave it over. The ruse will be foiled to lure him out to you."
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: d10: Wits+Subt: 2,4,9,1,3,6,
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
d10: Wits+Subt: 2,4,9,1,3,6,
Fern Hayley: [I'm beginning to understand
why some people just don't bother with dice... O_o ]
Samantha Stomps: (Who needs subterfuge when
you have teeth like a megamouth shark?)
Lyssa Cloutier: ((*cackle, bites tongue*))
Samantha Stomps: "Is the veal muttering over
there?"
Fangwulf -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
((you're pretty sure she's not lying.))
Lyssa Cloutier: *and lets out a sigh & slowly
nods* Adele does have a point however. If we return empty-handed Aethilion will
suspect something. If we return with just the sheath we can tell him that we
needed to regroup. Or something.
Fangwulf: Perhaps,
but... I do not wish to leave the safety of the Dreaming. Here, it is safe.
Kurt Samson: He scratches his head. "Look,
she ain't lyin' an' I don't want this kinda thing in th'hands of someone who's
evil."
Lyssa Cloutier: *nods once more in agreement*
True, that. *if you count killer birds safe*
Samantha Stomps: Snorts. "How about I rough ya
all up and you tell him bikini breath here whooped yer sorry tails?"
Samantha Stomps: *CRACK* go her knuckles.
*CRACKLE* goes the other set.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Do you not
understand two-syllable words?" She shoots Samantha a look. "No. Noise." The
redcap is truly trying her patience. She looks to Jacqueline. "And if you merely
show us the way, we can get there without you coming with. And lure him back.
You need not come the whole way, Milady."
Fangwulf: ((*snap*
*crackle* *pop* Riiiice knuckles.)) *She looks around.* Though the sluagh is
correct. If you return empty handed, he will know something has happened.
Lyssa Cloutier: *looks to Sam* You could
always go back if you don't want to deal with this. But Kurt's right in that
she's being honest. Almost like she can't lie. Otherewise I normally could care
less what the sidhe do to & with each other. You're call if you wanna ride this
through or not.
Fern Hayley: [you know that the megamouth
shark is toothless, right? *G*] *She winces, reaching up to rub between her
horns*
Lyssa Cloutier: ((*giggle*))
Samantha Stomps: "You know any two syllable
words?"
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Hmm. I used the wrong
one. It should be your, not you're))
Kurt Samson: "Unfortunately, I can't
really go back an' give him a whuppin' fer givin' me th'run around." Though, it
is really tempting. "How 'bout..um..damn. I've never been good at this plottin'
thing."
Samantha Stomps: ((The dino one. *c* You're
thinking of a whale shark.)) "You can depend on me ta do whatever the hell I
want," she smirks at Lyssa.
Lyssa Cloutier: *plots with Kurt*
Lyssa Cloutier: *nods once to Samantha*
Samantha Stomps: "I say we whoop his ass and
take the sheath."
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: The curse of the
Sluagh. Not being able to shout so that people actually have to pay attention to
you and your plotting ideas. She sighs. "We have the sheath. We need the
pendant. Do try to listen, please."
Lyssa Cloutier: *she was going to bring that
point up, but Adele beat her to it*
Kurt Samson: "Kick his ass to get the
pendant?"
Samantha Stomps: "Sheathe, pendant. It's
about whoopin ass, not shoppin for jewelry."
Fern Hayley: [Megalodon. Get your lapitids
right! *Snicker* Megamouth eats plankton like whale and basking sharks. */ooc*]
Fern Hayley: *Rub, rub... Opens the
first-aid kit they brought along to look for aspirin...*
Samantha Stomps: ((That's the one! Listen what
I'm imagining, not what I'm typing. *G*))
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Heh heh heh))
Fangwulf: *The first aid
kit is quite helpful in having the aspirin bottle leap down her cleavage.*
Lyssa Cloutier: Hmm. There's a possibility he
might not have the pendant on him. But there's really only one way to find out.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((Int+Alert to
remember if he was wearing it, perchance?))
Fangwulf: ((Go ahead, roll
it.))
Fern Hayley: *She sighs, looking down the
front of her blouse* It's my head that hurts...
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
d10: Int+Alert: 4,7,1,1,10,3,7,
Fangwulf -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
((You like to think that you would remember a necklace
being around his neck. But there was none.))
Samantha Stomps: Saunters over to Kurt and
throws a burly arm across his shoulders, her fetid breath hot along his cheek.
"Maybe he's hidin it in his underdrawers. I know you got a hard on for him." *WEG*
(And I do mean WIDE)
Fangwulf: Hey, mine too
baby, I just know a quick cure for it. *The first aid kit sniggers.*
Kurt Samson: He tenses as Samantha wraps
her arm around his shoulders. "Get yer arm offa me." Slowly, just to keep his
cool.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She sighs. "Most
likely, it is hidden on his person. He did seem to have just arrived from
here...though he could have always gone somewhere else and hidden it away
first."
Fangwulf: It isn't safe
for the Sword and Sheath to be separate, *she says tersely.*
Samantha Stomps: Hugs him tighter. "You sure
you're a tail humpin bunny goat? Ya look like a unicorn ta me."
Fern Hayley: *Mutters about Nockers. And
knockers, as she digs for the aspirin. Bitch mutter grumble*
Samantha Stomps: Lets him go to look at the
Lime. "Guess we'll hafta take the sword with us then."
Lyssa Cloutier: *nods to Adele & a nod to
Jackie* Well we have to think of something. We could improvise things soon as we
get him.
Kurt Samson: He closes his eyes, just
trying to ignore that he's got a Redcap clinging to him. "Well, we can't
exactly, yanno, go back without th'sheath..d'ya trust me t'have both?"
Fangwulf: *She pauses.* Let
me send one of my men with you.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: A grateful nod
to Jacquline. "Most gracious of you, Milady."
Samantha Stomps: "Let's bring Lefty along."
Fangwulf: It's the only way
I will let the sword out of my sight, *she informs Adele, in a way that makes it
clear this is no favour.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Of course."
Samantha Stomps: "Or better yet, we can throw
the Lime here in drag." Ponders over the difficulty of what exactly would be in
drag for a she-male.
Fangwulf: *She looks over
to Samantha.* Henrik must be re-mended here. However.
Fern Hayley: *Devours a pair of aspirin,
before putting the lid back on the perv-box, looking to her companions* So we're
going to punch Prince poofypants in the noggin and rummage his person for
jewelry?
Kurt Samson: "Would he recognize 'em?"
Lyssa Cloutier: Fern>> Sure. Why not? *shrugs
a bit*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "I thought we
were going to lure him back so that Lady ap Liam could claim what was rightfully
hers."
Fern Hayley: Lyssa: I dunno, I figure one of
you probably had a better idea. I was chasing pills through my bosom.
Samantha Stomps: Happily rubs her big hands
together. A happy redcap is a frightening sight. Vile green eyes glowing
brightly. "That's the plan, sugar pants."
Lyssa Cloutier: Adele & Fern>> We may have
ot play it by ear. Anyhoo... *looks to Kurt & Jackie*
Kurt Samson: "Nah, we're goin' fer
th'bashin' solution."
Samantha Stomps: "EarS. I need a new
necklace."
Samantha Stomps: Flips out an ornate dagger,
gives it a twirl and stuffs it back in her belt. "Yeah. Ears."
Kurt Samson: "We ain't gonna go fer
th'ears. That's jus' unnecessary. Jus' bonk him an' knock him out t'get
th'pendant."
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She shrugs,
conceding the point. Let them hit the noble.
Lyssa Cloutier: Well let's get this thing
over with
Fangwulf: *She looks over
to the sword.* Let us put the sword into the sheath here.
Samantha Stomps: "Ears." A dark look at the
squeemish symbol for Satan. Lucifer.. or Luci as she thinks of the fag, has got
ta be wimp to be symbolized by a fuzzy balled bag o' veal. She turns to see how
the Lime is going to go about that.
Kurt Samson: With the sheath, he makes
his way over to the sword. "Let's give it a go." He's not going to argue with
Samantha right now.
Lyssa Cloutier: *watches Kurt*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She remains
quiet, watching, ready to go as soon as the others are.
Fangwulf: *It seems that
Samantha is being ignored. Quite thoroughly. The one-eyed focus on the sheath as
it approaches the sword.* Slide it from the tip, *she says calmly.* Do not touch
the sword, satyr.
Kurt Samson: "Th'name's Kurt." He quietly
corrects as he starts work on trying to get the sword resheathed.
Samantha Stomps: Pounds Kurt on the back.
"Good job, Thumper."
Fern Hayley: [I'm real sorry guys, but I am
so not with it. I'm gonna lay down. *sigh*]
Lyssa Cloutier: ((*pets* It's okay. You get
some rest. Good night to you))
Kurt Samson: [Rest well!]
Fangwulf: ((S'all good...
thanks for hopping in.))
Samantha Stomps: ((Take it easy))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((*Hugs*))
Fangwulf: *She nods.*
Fallian will lead you out. The satyr archer to your left. He will follow in the
shadows with the Gifts the Dreaming has granted us with.
Lyssa Cloutier: *nods to Jackie*
Samantha Stomps: More venison. *Rolls her
eyes.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Understood."
She nods to Jacqueline, and makes ready to leave.
Fangwulf: I would suggest
going with the sluagh's plan, as he is a far more competent fighter than you
seem to think. But each of you has your own mindset.
Kurt Samson: "Shut it, Redcap." He
grumbles as he straightens. "All right, let's go kick some butt."
Lyssa Cloutier: *nods again to Jackie*
Fangwulf: Hold it firmly by
the sheath, *she says calmly.* Do not draw or touch the blade.
Samantha Stomps: Eyes the scrawny little shade
with interest.
Kurt Samson: "I don't wanna lose a
hand..I may need it later.." A half-smile as he holds the sheath tightly.
Samantha Stomps: Gapes her jaws wide enough to
swallow Kurt's head. The one on his shoulders. It's easy to imagine she might be
able to dislocate her jaw and swallow an entire person like a serpent.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She glares at Samantha, not amused by her antics.
Samantha Stomps: Flickers out a thick,
gray, slimy, forked tongue.
Fangwulf: *She pauses.* If
you need reach me again, in the train yard, there is one of Miss Adele's kind.
In a small shack meant for nightmares. Ask for Elias. He will offer you shelter
if you simply say the One Eyed of the Liam sent you. He owes me a favour.
Lyssa Cloutier: *raises an eyebrow at
Samantha then looks to Jackie when she speaks*
Kurt Samson: "Thanks. Yanno, yer house
gets a bad rap fer no reason." See? He's ignoring Samantha. He's so good like
that. "We'll get yer pendant back fer ya. Never ya fear."
Samantha Stomps: "One eyed willie. Gotcha."
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: A quirked
eyebrow of interest at this place in the train yard. "Thank you, Milady."
Fangwulf: *She nods
once.* Move quickly. South, the path loops around. you will see a tree that does
not belong in this time. Blooming with cherry blossoms. At the base you will
find your exit.
Lyssa Cloutier: *nods to Jackie* South the
path loops. We look for a blooming cherry tree for our way out... Gotcha.
Samantha Stomps: Kurt> "You can pick
yerself a bouquet fer yer new bride ta be there, hairy."
Fangwulf: *The camp remains
the way that it is. She flips back the flap to the tent, and it appears no time
has passed.*
Lyssa Cloutier: *exits the tent along with
the others*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She makes her
way out of the tent and into the camp. Kurt is leading the way...and she will be
behind him.
Samantha Stomps: Stomps out of the tent,
moving up to walk beside the scrawny shade, giving her a wink.
Fangwulf: ((Per+Alert?))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
d10: Per+Alert: 7,3,10,7,10,7,
Samantha Stomps:
d10: : 9,10,4,3,9,6,
Samantha Stomps: ((And the nightmares have it
in spades. *g*))
Lyssa Cloutier:
d10: Per+Alert: 10,5,8,10,4,
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Oh now I get 10s.))
Kurt Samson:
d10: per+alert: 5,2,8,8,
Fangwulf: *It doesn't seem
to matter WHAT Kurt sees... Adele's Godlike vision, followed up by Sam's near
God-like vision, with Lyssa seeing everything else... okay, this is the most
AWARE group of Changelings in the Dreaming. Ever. They all see the path, and
Adele can near see the tree amidst the swirling mists and snow.*
Lyssa Cloutier: ((*cackle*))
Kurt Samson: Well, looks like they aren't
going to get lost forever. Awesome.
Samantha Stomps: "Whaddaya say we build a
snowman?"
Fangwulf: *Never, at all.
Even with Kurt leading the way, Adele seems to be pushing him in the right
direction.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She points it
out to Kurt, leaning in so she can be heard. "Up ahead. There is the tree."
Kurt Samson: He nods a little. "I can
see it." He probably can't, but he's a man and will never admit to being really
lost..most of the time.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She nods
slightly and follows behind, directing the satyr along the whole way. More
ignoring of Samantha.
Samantha Stomps: Stomps through the snow,
leaving huge footprints in her wake.
Lyssa Cloutier: *follows along, in place
after Adele*
Fangwulf: *The slight
chirps are in the background. The little birds hopping in the distance, watching
curiously. So cute, they are! What with the blood on their little beaks.*
Samantha Stomps: "Here birdie birdie
birdie."
Fangwulf: *The walk, of
course, never seems as far as it actually is. Or farther. It's confusing,
really. But the tree is clear. Leaning, as if about to fall over in the wind.
Roots worming out of the ground. One seems to form a finger, with almost a
crooked "come hither" movement.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She looks over
her shoulder at the birds, then back ahead. Moving toward the come-hither tree.
Lyssa Cloutier: *ignore the birds. There's
the tree. okay at least make sure they don't get too brave*
Kurt Samson: He really wants to beat
Samantha. The last thing they really need is to be attacked by the little birds
again. "I wonder how much farther it is.."
Samantha Stomps: "Hey Thumper? Got wood?" *G*
Fangwulf: *Where the
tree is bent, there does seem to be one of those familiar rips in reality.*
Lyssa Cloutier: Whew... *upon seeing the
familiar rip* Just a little more to go...
Samantha Stomps: What the hell are they
waiting for? She gives Kurt a shove from behind. "Get in there, ya cloven assed
tail puller."
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She sighs a
little in relief...the sooner they can get there, the sooner she can be away
from the foul redcap. And she heads along.
Fangwulf: *The chirps DO
grow a bit louder, antsy, as the little things hop forward. Only there seem to
be... a lot more of the chirps.*
Kurt Samson: "Shut up." He's already heading for the rip because he doesn't want to deal with the chirping birdies. And off he goes.
Samantha Stomps: "Shut up," she mimics in a
girlie tone.
Fangwulf: *It easily
stretches, like a very large rubber band, for the trod to open. One can see the
hallway with the colorcoded doors. The second floor of the Inn.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: And she's right
behind Kurt, into the rip.
Lyssa Cloutier: *and follows Adele through*
Fangwulf: *It's clear,
any other words are cut off by the chirping. Almost a cheery noise. Loud, a LOT
of them.*
Samantha Stomps: All but hustles the others
through ahead of her, greedily eyeing the little birdies like they were chicken
tenders, then stepping through last.
Fangwulf: *It seems that
the birds can't get through, as they try to bodily throw themselves at the
portal. Of course Fern gets through before that as well.*
Lyssa Cloutier: I hate those birds. Mostly
because they're annoying *said dully while brushing herself off* Now let's get
that pendant.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She looks around
the second floor, relieved to be away from the birds, and hopefully from
Samantha soon. She nods to Lyssa. "Agreed."
Fangwulf: ((Let's go to
Dawson's...))
Samantha Stomps: Sucks her teeth and makes
a loud smacking sound.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((*Off2Dawsons))
Samantha Stomps: (hops)
DAWSON'S PLACE
Fangwulf: ((Now, here's the problem. Because you all decided to track down Aethilian, we DO need to wait for the non-Dreaming people as well.))
Kurt Samson: [Ta da]
Kurt Samson: [Oh.]
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((Figured as
much.))
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Alrighty))
Fangwulf: ((So we can
either pause, you can make this a plot-session and we can continue later; you
will still be able to play your regularly scheduled characters, this will simply
become an ongoing plot.))
Samantha Stomps: ((Do we pause or does someone
want to challenge the wookie...err...'cap to a game of chess?))
Fangwulf: ((OR... you can
all show up for Saturday's game as well, and we can see what we can get done.))
Samantha Stomps: ((Fangie is fast. *S*))
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Well I am starting to feel
a little headachey.))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((Will be there
for Saturday, likely one way or another.))
Kurt Samson: [I'll prob'ly be around on
Saturday provided people IRL don't schedule social things.]
Fangwulf: ((NP... we'll do
the Saturday thing, whoever can make it, can make it... it will be assumed that
information is passed through Amelia... Adele can check out the Train Yard...
anything you want to take care of. Before we move on to a save point and hear
the main boss music.))
Lyssa Cloutier: ((*ques One Winged Angel*
Opps. My bad. *G*))
Fangwulf: ((All right! So
Badger can go collapse, brief question - what did your character learn from all
this?))
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Hmm. *thinks*))
Samantha Stomps: ((Sidhe suck ass.))
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Sometimes it's just best to
let the Redcap get maimed? *cackles* Just kidding))
Lyssa Cloutier: ((That some sidhe are more
annoying than others.))
Samantha Stomps: ((*L*))
Kurt Samson: [Try to find some form of
Redcap-proof duct tape for gagging purposes? Or a really good ball-gag...]
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((Besides that
she despises Redcaps? *Grins and hugs Samantha* The obvious. Don't believe
everything you hear. Birds are to be avoided. And far too many people are
willing to hit nobles...better to stand out by not doing so.))
Samantha Stomps: ((Ball gags... Yum! Snaps
Kurt with rubberband.))
Lyssa Cloutier: ((*nods* Yeah. Jackie
confirmed that there's more to this sword & pendant shit than what's been let
on))
Samantha Stomps: ((Never travel with rugs
unless you skin 'em first.))
Fangwulf: ((Not stuff Sam
knew BEFORE.))
Lyssa Cloutier: ((Which is something Lyssa's
suspected since Aether-what's-his-nut arrived on scene.))
Kurt Samson: [All right, now that we've
finished things for a bit. I'm going to go do some worky-type things. So, if you
need me, ping me. ICQ-293686910]
Lyssa Cloutier: ((G'night Kurt))
Samantha Stomps: ((Oooooh. That there's a
sword missing from her collection.))
Kurt Samson: [*salutes*]