Mel, still a little green and dazed from Alaric kiss, quietly asks, him and Zaiobe, "When did I explode? Why do I not remember that?"
Alaric sighs. "You didn't. This is between Lio and Hrunndalf. Don't let them draw you in."
Alaric sighs. "You didn't. This is between Lio and Hrunndalf. Don't let them draw you in."
Mel nods, "So two questions. Head to the shrine? And Reta, how was the combat on your end... Mine was a morass of fog and then fire." Mel starts to head back to the city, fully intending on going to the shrine.
Rhost leans over to Kalimac and says quietly, "Was this rubble yesterday?"
Rhost leans over to Kalimac and says quietly, "Was this rubble yesterday?"
Mel waves over the pair, introducing them to the old Tien cleric. She leaves it to Hrunndalf or Alaric to explain what happened. She looks annoyed with herself.
As soon as Mel sees Myri, she waves the archer over. "I forgot about the token." Turning to the priest, and speaking quietly to not be overhead by the onlookers, "There was a woman who came to you for a safe house... We were supposed to show you this." Motioning to Myri to pull out the token.
Myri produces said token.
Rhost leans over to Kalimac and says quietly, "Was this rubble yesterday?"
"I don't think so."
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Mel nods, "So two questions. Head to the shrine? And Reta, how was the combat on your end... Mine was a morass of fog and then fire." Mel starts to head back to the city, fully intending on going to the shrine.
"Reta was amazing!" Alaric enthuses. "The hooded figure stabs her, and she grabs the sword while it's in her... grabs the @#*!ing sword while it's still in her and kills the guy!" Alaric even attempts to act it out before he realizes what he looks like. Then, coloring, mumbling: "It was really awesome."
"Picking bones from ash," Rhost mutters to the rubble. Then turns to Hrunndalf and Alaric. "What happened?"
"I don't think so."
"Earth elemental attacked. The raven..." Alaric pauses for his friends to make their wards, "was here as well. Flew off just before we showed up."
"Our enemies certainly get around," says Kalimac.
He takes a deep breath in his silent fury. "The man who rented us our rooms, Jiansa Xi, was killed this morning. He was knifed in the back and his corpse left outside the inn. Apparently as a warning to others not to help us."
Somewhere along the way you totally lost Lio. She has no idea what you guys are talking about. But she's very willing to try to listen and hopefully understand at some point.
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Myri smiles slightly and offers Lio a bit more explanation, "Buttersnips asked me out...I think on a...date. I think she likes me. I'm not so sure, she's...I think she was a rival of my mother's. She mentioned a whole bunch of stuff I don't understand. I guess there's two factions, the Seelie, whichi I think Shaelelu is saying we might think of as Good or Summer or Cooperative and the Unseelie, which I guess could be termed as possibly Evil or Winter or Competitive. I'm...a little concerned. Especially since a lot of what she says seems to make sense...at least the stuff I understand."
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"Our enemies certainly get around," says Kalimac.
He takes a deep breath in his silent fury. "The man who rented us our rooms, Jiansa Xi, was killed this morning. He was knifed in the back and his corpse left outside the inn. Apparently as a warning to others not to help us."
Mel looks at Kalimac, then at Rhost. "But... That makes no f++&ing sense." She looks like she could cry, or kill something.
Mel looks at Kalimac, then at Rhost. "But... That makes no f&~%ing sense." She looks like she could cry, or kill something.
It is quite evident from looking at Kalimac that he is totally with her, at least on the kill something angle.
Mel looks at Kalimac, then at Rhost. "But... That makes no f~%+ing sense." She looks like she could cry, or kill something.
"A warning," Rhost spits. "From the Frozen Shadows." Rhost also is clearly ready to kill something specific.
"A warning," Rhost spits. "From the Frozen Shadows." Rhost also is clearly ready to kill something specific.
Her mind moving forward asks the logical question, "Frozen Shadows?" Then as a few other things click into place, she looks at the two of them, "If they are killing off people who helped us... Kei from yesterday... And he's supposed to be at the inn," looks up trying to figure out what time it is, "Soon-ish?"
Yep, that is an edge of worried panic there.
Her mind moving forward asks the logical question, "Frozen Shadows?"
"Typical warning is a black feather," Rhost makes the sign to ward off the evil eye, and makes it again when he remembers that Alaric mentioned the raven.
Mel looks at Kalimac, then at Rhost. "But... That makes no f%~&ing sense." She looks like she could cry, or kill something.
Alaric embraces Mel, although it looks like the contact is more for his benefit than hers.
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"Reta was amazing!" Alaric enthuses. "The hooded figure stabs her, and she grabs the sword while it's in her... grabs the @#*!ing sword while it's still in her and kills the guy!" Alaric even attempts to act it out before he realizes what he looks like. Then, coloring, mumbling: "It was really awesome."
"Old goblin trick," Reta says humbly. "Sword already swung at you not sword still swinging at you, as Limbless Jerb used to say."
"Was much fire where Reta am was, too. Much, much fire, but butterfly girl drag Reta away before she can play with it."
"Also, ninjers."
Mel, still a little green and dazed from Alaric kiss, quietly asks, him and Zaiobe, "When did I explode? Why do I not remember that?"
Myri produces said token.
Upon seeing the token, Yin-Po, the priest of Shelyn, quietly leads you around to an alley behind the shrine. There is a cleverly designed secret door in the wall ...
Or rather, the door was a cleverly designed secret door at one point. It has been battered down.
Myri smiles slightly and offers Lio a bit more explanation, "Buttersnips asked me out...I think on a...date. I think she likes me. I'm not so sure, she's...I think she was a rival of my mother's. She mentioned a whole bunch of stuff I don't understand. I guess there's two factions, the Seelie, whichi I think Shaelelu is saying we might think of as Good or Summer or Cooperative and the Unseelie, which I guess could be termed as possibly Evil or Winter or Competitive. I'm...a little concerned. Especially since a lot of what she says seems to make sense...at least the stuff I understand."
Shalelu shrugs. "Summer and winter may be very different points of view, but it does not mean that one or the other is necessarily wrong."
Myri produces said token.Upon seeing the token, Yin-Po, the priest of Shelyn, quietly leads you around to an alley behind the shrine. There is a cleverly designed secret door in the wall ...
Or rather, the door was a cleverly designed secret door at one point. It has been battered down.
Looks at Yin-Po, heads through the battered doorway.
Looks at Yin-Po, heads through the battered doorway.
Yin-Po looks upset.
The hidden cellar behind the secret door is empty. Uksahkka is nowhere to be found.
There are signs that a fight or struggle of some kind took place there.
And there is a large black feather lying in the corner -- too large to be from a normal raven.
Or even from the blood feather raven.
To Yin-Po, as gently as possible: "Did you see who, or what, took Uksahkka?"
Mel carefully picks up the feather and hands it to Lio before heading to back out to the street.
Pausing only momentarily to punch the wall, leaving behind a trace of green blood.
She bows to Yin-Po, "I'm so sorry. I would like to help contribute something to the rebuilding... But I'll have to come back... I didn't bring any money on our excursion this morning."
To Yin-Po, as gently as possible: "Did you see who, or what, took Uksahkka?"
He shakes his head. "I was rather distracted by the creature battering down the shrine. Which I am starting to suspect was the intent," he says rather grimly.
She bows to Yin-Po, "I'm so sorry. I would like to help contribute something to the rebuilding... But I'll have to come back... I didn't bring any money on our excursion this morning."
He bows back. "Any contribution to the building fund would of course be greatly appreciated. I am more concerned about my friend, however."
He bows back. "Any contribution to the building fund would of course be greatly appreciated. I am more concerned about my friend, however."
Mel smiles at the cleric, motions to her friends, "We will find her. And Ulf. Not a power on this plane or any other that will stop us. That I can easily promise." More quietly, to herself, "Just need to figure out where to start looking...."
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"Back to the inn? Figure out how to hunt down," looks at Rhost clearly questioning, "frozen shadows?"
"Just need to figure out where to start looking...."
"Perhaps Fynn Snaevald? The note guy?"
"Perhaps Fynn Snaevald? The note guy?"
"What note?"
Shalelu shrugs. "Summer and winter may be very different points of view, but it does not mean that one or the other is necessarily wrong."
"That is...hard for me to wrap my head around. I have seen the evidence of...ogre and ogrekin handiwork. Some of what Buttersnips does reminds me of that...I..think it kind of disturbs me. ...and how can that..what they do, not be evil? Isn't evil bad? ..and if Winter isn't Evil...then..." she sighs, "I'm sorry, I think I'm back to being confused."
"What note?"
"Kalimac has it," Rhost says. "Enemy of our enemy. He said to drop by."
"Kalimac has it," Rhost says. "Enemy of our enemy. He said to drop by."
"Hmmm... I'd like to find out some thing about him first." She shrugs, heading back in the vague direction of the inn. "That seems like a task that can be done now, though."
"Hmmm... I'd like to find out some thing about him first." She shrugs, heading back in the vague direction of the inn. "That seems like a task that can be done now, though."
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Myri heads in that direction as well, whether to keep Mel from traveling alone, or because she wants the chance to see Silmemir again and make sure she's all right is up to the viewers discretion.
"Hmmm... I'd like to find out some thing about him first." She shrugs, heading back in the vague direction of the inn. "That seems like a task that can be done now, though."
"Ask around on way?" Rhost trails after Melinda.
"'e way ye stahte yer openions soundese ah loaught laike summaone geven ord'rs."
Hrunndalf shrugs. "That says more about you than it does about me."
But ye dunna seem ta 'ear annyken ef et isna saide buye a man, or summaone whoe kann defeat ye en battle.
Hrunndalf is stunned into silence by the sheer absurdity of it. Then: "Tell me when you're finished burning down that straw man. These tired clichés have nothing to do with me."
'er's enuf of us, we kann splet up ah bet. Ef sixe of us kannot 'andle summaken, whot maikes ye ken thot twelve of us ahre goen tah be anny b'tt'r aht et? En 'e sheps 'old we all got en eache utters waye. Nummberes are naught alwways an addvantage."
"Yet these assassins amplify their threat with treachery, stealth, and prescience. They will pounce on any weakness we show them. But I understand the urgency of each of our destinations, and can see that a split-up might be the only way."
"Ef et wasnaught for yer genitals, 'en were's 'eh blaime? There essent naught otter rational explanashun for yer aktions." And she took the bait. Yep, she went there. "So ferst ye saide ye argued, thon ye diddna argue" She takes a breath. "Whech es et?"
Hrunndalf takes a deep breath to avert the onset of his curse of tongues, then says in a controlled quiet voice, "I suggested we speak to Uksahkka. I suggested we be wary of the safehouse. I pondered upon, accepted, and expanded Mel's assessment of our situation. Then I suggested we not split our number. None of these were orders or insults. Yet Mel was steaming with pent-up anger — whether at me, our foes, or gods-know-what I cannot tell. And you? You accuse me of verbal violence, chauvinism, sexism, and barbarianism based on what I hope, in your favor, to be a monumental misreading of this situation. Because, frankly, there is no other rational explanation for your behavior, and I'd rather not stoop to your level and blame it on the time of the month."
"Ask around on way?" Rhost trails after Melinda.
She smiles back for a second,
"Kalimac has it," Rhost says. "Enemy of our enemy. He said to drop by."
At the mention of the note, Kalimac will retrieve it from where he has it stashed. In a voice loud enough to be heard by the group, but hopefully not so loud as to be heard beyond that, he reads the note:
Greetings.
You have no reason to know who I am, but I believe we may have an enemy in common. I hope you will not be disturbed by my knowledge that you were involved in an altercation at the farm of Asvig Longthews the previous night. I know this because I have been keeping tabs on the man and events concerning him, as I believe him to be involved in the theft of a precious antique from my collection, during a break-in not long ago that left several of my long-time servants dead.
I would like to meet with you to discuss the situation, and in particular as to whether we might be of mutual assistance to each other in our apparent mutual enmity with Longthews' associates – and also whether you might have seen my missing item or any evidence regarding what happened to it.
Feel free to inquire as to my reputation about town. I am a well-respected merchant living in the Jade Quarter. I am happy to meet at any time and place of your choosing. Simply have a note sent to my address, or drop by yourselves if you are comfortable meeting me there; I am at home most of the day.
Sincerely,
Fynn Snaevald
"Ask around on way?" Rhost trails after Melinda.She smiles back for a second.
it is possible says the Ulfen helm from the hold of the funeral ship, fluttering along after you on its golden wings, that i may be of some assistance here
it is possible says the Ulfen helm from the hold of the funeral ship, fluttering along after you on its golden wings, that i may be of some assistance here
Mel looks at the helm.
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it is possible says the Ulfen helm from the hold of the funeral ship, fluttering along after you on its golden wings, that i may be of some assistance here
"Okay," says Rhost. "Please assist. What were you thinking?"
Hrunndalf takes a deep breath to avert the onset of his curse of tongues, then says in a controlled quiet voice, "I suggested we speak to Uksahkka. I suggested we be wary of the safehouse. I pondered upon, accepted, and expanded Mel's assessment of our situation. Then I suggested we not split our number. None of these were orders or insults. Yet Mel was steaming with pent-up anger — whether at me, our foes, or gods-know-what I cannot tell. And you? You accuse me of verbal violence, chauvinism, sexism, and barbarianism based on what I hope, in your favor, to be a monumental misreading of this situation. Because, frankly, there is no other rational explanation for your behavior, and I'd rather not stoop to your level and blame it on the time of the month."
Alaric was walking away, but at the mention of Melinda's name, he stops, closes his eyes, and murmurs to her: "I realize that this makes me a total hypocrite, but bear with me."
He turns around to Hrunndalf and offers a thin smile. In a polite tone: "Look, I'm not taking sides here. But please, if you could leave the rest of us out of this particular fight? Melinda had an emotional outburst, yes. She's allowed. This is a frustrating situation and she was almost killed. Honestly, I'm a little upset myself on account of that whole 'I'm desperately and hopelessly in love with her' thing. Mel was defending you earlier, Hrunndalf. I realize that you didn't drag her into this particular dust up, but if you could go ahead and stop dragging her back, I would be grateful."
Alaric smiles again, hoping for a confirmation. "All right. I'm sorry I interrupted. Please, continue."
"Okay," says Rhost. "Please assist. What were you thinking?"
Alaric jumps in shock. Then, in exasperation: "Of course."
helgarval! Spivey suddenly says, looking at the helm as if something has suddenly fallen into place in her mind. what you doing on thisplane?
Alaric jumps in shock. Then, in exasperation: "Of course."
if one of you would be willing to wear me as we walk it would probably be less conspicuous, the helm points out.
helgarval! Spivey suddenly says, looking at the helm as if something has suddenly fallen into place in her mind. what you doing on thisplane?
Mel smiles, and quietly, "An azata and an angel... we so need an agathion to complete the set..."
Loudly, and much more politely. "Hi, how can you help us..." Looks at Spivey for confirmation, "Helgarval? And why were you on the funeral ship?"
if one of you would be willing to wear me as we walk it would probably be less conspicuous, the helm points out.
"Do you have a preference as to who?"
Mel smiles, and quietly, "An azata and an angel... we so need an agathion to complete the set..."
Loudly, and much more politely. "Hi, how can you help us..." Looks at Spivey for confirmation, "Helgarval? And why were you on the funeral ship?"
that is hisname, Spivey confirms. She looks somewhat miffed.
"Do you have a preference as to who?"
no