Rath looks at Havelock and beams, "You are lucky, LUCKY man!" They wait delightedly for her to cross the room.
"Yes, yes I am."
The princess happily accepts the glass of wine that Havelock pours for her and says, "Funny how glass can be smooth and beautiful one moment, yet so brittle that it breaks easily to cut anything that touches it..."
"There is a bad side to every good thing. Otherwise would the good taste as sweet?"
Rath sees the blush appear but merely smiles to himself. And now there is a bloom upon the rose - how fitting.
The princess happily accepts the glass of wine that Havelock pours for her and says, "Funny how glass can be smooth and beautiful one moment, yet so brittle that it breaks easily to cut anything that touches it..."
Rath laughs ruefully, "Yes. I personally, have seen enough broken glasses for one day." He casts an eye up towards Laithoron's studio. He adds seriously to both of them, "Very sorry I am to have involved you both in this. Some hm... things cannot be stood for."
"There is a bad side to every good thing. Otherwise would the good taste as sweet?"
"Present company" He says amusingly casting an eye towards Alis, "is I hope excepted from your statement, yes? Have not seen bad side to Rajkumari Alis."
"There is a bad side to every good thing. Otherwise would the good taste as sweet?""Present company" He says amusingly casting an eye towards Alis, "is I hope excepted from your statement, yes? Have not seen bad side to Rajkumari Alis."
"Rath, I hope to never find out."
Alis blushes a little at Ravarath's compliment, but she seems to enjoy it. "... Glad you like the dress though...."
Rath shakes his head, "Dress is very nice, no mistake. But, and I think Mr. Havelock agree, you in it, is what make dressing stunning." He laughs and takes a sip from his second glass of Port.
"Rath, I hope to never find out.""There is a bad side to every good thing. Otherwise would the good taste as sweet?""Present company" He says amusingly casting an eye towards Alis, "is I hope excepted from your statement, yes? Have not seen bad side to Rajkumari Alis."
Rath laughs appreciatively, "You are very smart man, Mr. Havelock. Should have consulted you for wisdoms before going to Master Laithoron's studio. I Learn'd things the hard way." He sighs, "Karma."
Suny paddles easily along the surface untill she gets to the pier. floating there she looks up.
"S'funy, din't look that high when I jumped off." She mutters and proceeeds to swim slowly along un the shade of the pier looking for some way back up. After a short while she realizes that climbing is going to be a problem as her hands are currently full holding onto her new shinys.
She pauses and slinks slowly as she thinks about her problem, her mind workng more on teasing out a solution regarding her traveling than how much time is passing. After a while, she actually swims a little deeper searching for a little something that should help her on her way back to Lureene.
Fortunately for Suny, Lureene sees her and leaves the dock bench to assist her, flying down to pick up the slightly built elf, grabbing her by the shoulders and then flying the both of them back to the dock. Thankfully, she is not that heavy. SHe thinks, for while she is no weakling, it was tiring for her to fly while carrying anyone for any lenght of time.
"There is a bad side to every good thing. Otherwise would the good taste as sweet?"
Alis raises her glass and tips it towards the sharp-dressed map, "Very true, although that wasn't quite what I meant. Perhaps I shall put it to song once the rest of our party arrives."
Raising her glass a bit higher then, she says, "To no more broken glass for one day no matter figurative or literal!"
Havelock raises his glass. "I'll drink to that."
"Have not seen bad side to Rajkumari Alis."
"Rath, I hope to never find out."
Eyes glinting like a cat's over her wineglass, she remarks, "You haven't talked to my sister or retainer yet, have you? They'd be at it all day!"
As she drops Suny off at the docks, Lureene hears a strange voice in her mind, and the invisible glove on her right hand starts to throb.
ESP
"Hey, you there Lureene? She wracks her mind, the voice sounds familiar...
Is that you Majjeff?
"Yep, you did remember who I was. You probabaly are wondering how I contacted you. Simple, since you purchased me, I have a bond with you now, and can contact you telepathically if I feel like it."
Really, Bit never told me about this.
"Because I never told him about this hehe. If I had, he would never have gotten rid of me. Anyway, are you coming back to Limbo soon? That cook, what's her name, Therena is getting frantic, wondering who is going to serve drinks, and eat the duck she she made."
Majjeff, I...I am lost. I don't know where Limbo is.
"Hey, don't worry about that, just use the glove, and when you get close to me, it grows hotter. You should not have any problem finding me now. Well gotta go. Therena is screaming at me now."
Lureene after the connection is broken, turns to Suny, and says excitely, "Get dressed, hun. I know how to get back to Limbo!"
"Dress is very nice, no mistake. But, and I think Mr. Havelock agree, you in it, is what make dressing stunning."
"Both of you are looking quite nice yourselves..."
"Of course the dress is going to look better with the Princess in it!" You hear Laithoron's voice call out in a jovial tone as the tall elf approaches the table. "As our intrepid dwarf one said, 'what is the setting without the jewel?' Speaking of which, where is Morgaard? Not enough time has passed for him to be passed out from spirits yet..."
The expert tailor sits down next to Ravarath leaving one seat open at their round table in order that Morgaard may sit next to both Alis and himself when he arrives.
Catching the eye of the same attractive waitress that Rath spotted earlier, he tips his head subtly and she comes over to take his drink order, "I'd like a Martini. Three olives shake it up I like it dirty. Oh and some bacon-wrapped scallops for everyone while we wait on the last member of our party to arrive. Thanks."
Lureene, after the events of this day, is really ready to get moving back to Limbo. Watching Suny pull up her dress back on, she moves to fasten it. No sooner as she finished dressing, Lureene grabs her and then hold her right arm out, and slowly circles it , then stops.
That way, hun.
After several times repeating the process, Lureene finally gets to the door to Limbo. She opens the door and enters her home, glad to leave Cassomir behind for now...
Until she sees Therena, joined by the Lady Alexis, and her retainer Nelliel Yantannon, sitting at the bar and staring at her and Suny, as they are about to enjoy the first appetizer.
Eyes glinting like a cat's over her wineglass, she remarks, "You haven't talked to my sister or retainer yet, have you? They'd be at it all day!"
"Perhaps so, cannot say. I don't want to dispute with Rajkumari... but there is big difference between mischief and evil. You, I think, mischievous."
Rath, with an odd, knowing, slightly sad look on his face sips his Port and hums a Vudrani poem to himself, only a portion of which can be heard...
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
Sorry, Laithoron, is this OK with you or would they still be in Cassomir?
Sitting at the bar between Alexis and Miss Nell is an exhausted looking little man in a red velvet suit. Beside him, a small tower of fancily wrapped packages sits upon the floor. "*hick* ...an tha nex thing I know, people are jumpin out winnows an all 'ell breaks loose! *hick*"
Rath bows very deferentially to the tailor, "I thank you again for your many kindnesses, Master Laithoron. Seeing how well dressed you, Miss Alis, and Mr. Havelock are... I prob'ly should have worn handsome outfit you suggested instead of this. Look like water-logged duck among swans." He laughs.
"I thank you again for your many kindnesses, Master Laithoron. Seeing how well dressed you, Miss Alis, and Mr. Havelock are... I prob'ly should have worn handsome outfit you suggested instead of this. Look like water-logged duck among swans."
Laithoron looks down at his clothes and laughs, "Well, I tried to clean up a bit before dinner, but I'm hardly dress-up the way those two are. As for yourself, I once heard a tale about a duckling that grew up to be a swan..."
Lureene pales as she sees the porter, and gulps, looking down at the dress she was wearing, which belongs to Alis, nad while still in pretty good shape, could use a good cleaning and also Suny's dress as well. Sonofa...
Hello there, ladies, i hope you had a good time in Cassomir, and I hope you enjoy your stay here in Limbo, now if you will excuse me...
Not so fast, Lureene!. She cringes as the whip like voice of Nelliel stops her in her tracks. I have been hearing some interesting stories here! and where is the Lady Alis?"
Therena chimes in, "Yes Lureene, and where is Ravarath?"
Lureene stops for a moment and composes herself, and replies evenly, 'i do not know where the Alis or where Rath-hun, err Ravarath is."
She steals a glance up at the skull, where she had lain up on the mantle, and she could swear it was quivering slighhtly, and she gets the impression of bellowing laughter.
When I get my hands on Majjeff...
Sorry, Laithoron, is this OK with you or would they still be in Cassomir?
Sitting at the bar between Alexis and Miss Nell is an exhausted looking little man in a red velvet suit. Beside him, a small tower of fancily wrapped packages sits upon the floor. "*hick* ...an tha nex thing I know, people are jumpin out winnows an all 'ell breaks loose! *hick*"
"No doubt she's out causing trouble again..." Alexis mumbles into her wine glass.
Laithoron looks down at his clothes and laughs, "Well, I tried to clean up a bit before dinner, but I'm hardly dress-up the way those two are. As for yourself, I once heard a tale about a duckling that grew up to be a swan..."
Rath looks up at the tall tailor with genuine warmth "Maybe... but don't think duck did it in single evening. Looks like Rath Duck running out of time."
Rath looks up at the tall tailor with genuine warmth "Maybe... but don't think duck did it in single evening. Looks like Rath Duck running out of time."
Laithoron smiles, "I'm no religious scholar by any means, but I do like to debate philosophy from time to time. I had heard it was a principle of Irori that people in search of enlightenment never stop growing."
"Uuuh ooooh," Alis says in an exaggerated tone, "this might see us here aaaall night!
She winks mirthfully before her eyes go huge with anticipation as the waitress returns with the scallops and another martini for Laithoron. "Havelock, Rath, have you ever tried scallops? They are sooo good here!"
'i do not know where the Alis or where Rath-hun, err Ravarath is."
"Ravarath?" she looks to Alexis who just shrugs in confusion. "I thought it was the paladin who was to be escorting you. No matter, I suppose the only creature more stoic than a knight would be a monk."
Nelliel pauses and for a moment Lureene wonders if they'll be off the hook.
"However," Nell continues, "I heard a disturbing rumor that your escort ran off for some reason and then the two of you started breaking up Lord Aernelóth's boutique. The monks I have known do not abandon their charges lightly unless they feel their actions are serving some greater purpose. You wouldn't happen to know why Ravarath ran off only to jump out of a window and run towards a commotion this porter heard now would you?"
Lureene feels her patience ebbing and smelling the roast duck in the kitchen is causing havoc with her stomach. "I will be honest with you. Alis took Suny and myself out shopping. Unfortunately, something happened...her face flushes in a pinkish glow... and we had a minor disagreement with Ravarath. So Suny and myself left and returned here." She anticipates the next question, and says, "On our way here, I was accosted by a brutish thug, who was interested in me for his own filthy pleasures, I am sure the reason Ravarath did this was to save me from his tender affections."
"Uuuh ooooh," Alis says in an exaggerated tone, "this might see us here aaaall night!
She winks mirthfully before her eyes go huge with anticipation as the waitress returns with the scallops and another martini for Laithoron. "Havelock, Rath, have you ever tried scallops? They are sooo good here!"
"Bah. Let them watch." Havelock waves his hand dismissively.
"I can't say I have. Let's hope you're correct."
Suny gives a "Yeeep!" As Lureene plucks her from the water, *Now I know whut a Gulls breakfast feels like!* She thinks, along with some other not so coherant thoughts as Lureene swoops over rooves and stone pavement.
"Here's your dress Hun." The winged wonam offers Suny the blue fabric given to her from Alis. Suny smiles and does her best to wriggle into the thing again, still juggling the shell and its contents and glad for the decent piece of fishing net she'd found to use as a carry sling.
No sooner is she settled than Lureene is taking off again, now waving her white gloved hand before her as they rush head long through the darkening streets.
Together they eventually walk back through the door and into the place where Suny feels a little more comfortable.
Though the three women; Therena, the Lady Alexis, and her retainer Nelliel Yantannon, sitting at the bar and staring at Lureene and Suny give the browned skinned Elf pause for thought. As the trio of well dress woman open up with their questions, Suny notes they are aimed at Lureene and not herself.
Suny is having a bit of trouble following the actual words, but the tone of what people are saying is speaking volums, plus it's three to one.
"Right then, me luvlies, lets get a couple o' things straight." Sunys' voice is loud but calm. "Ravarath left us." Suny declairs. "I do think th' Lady Alis wus lookin' t' get some sense out'a him an' she an' a...." Suny pauses and leans over to whisper to Lureene, "Um, whut wus 'at thick, hairy feller who th' lady did seem t' know?"
"Oh! You mean the Dwarf? I think people were calling him Morgaard." Lureene replies and Suny nods,
"Aye, well..." And Suny steps forwars, between the three woman and Lureene, "There were a right misun'er standin' t'ween m'self an' Ravarath. Somat whut when I get a better hang o' th' language I do intend t' untangle." Suny looks over her shoulder to Lureene.
"T'wernt none o' Lureenes' doin', t'was all down t' gum-nut me." And Suny winks at Lureene with a grin before turning back to face the ire of the three woman...and the slouching fellow in the red outfit.
Limbo's door is unceremoniously booted open. Everyone in the room claps hands over their ears at the din coming from outside the door. It is an unrelenting shrieking wind carrying the whispers and lamentations of the damned (at 200 dB) and unholy laughter. Patrons in sight of the doorway, are bathed in a nacreous crimson light, penetrating to their bones. They see a desolate, undulating landscape whipped by a blizzard of metal filings that savage everything in sight. The sky, what little can be seen, is the color of butcher's shop floor.
From out of this perpetual wailing hellscape, steps a petite woman, no more that 5'4". She wears the full robe and headdress of a Keleshite. Her right hand holds, and constantly fiddles with, the well worn scabbard and hilt of a scimitar. Seeming oblivious and unaffected by the plane of horrors from which she exits, she regards the room casually, and then closes the door using the tail end of her scabbard. The door closed, and the bar suddenly darkened, it becomes clear the woman is glowing faintly as if limned by some eldritch faerie fire.
She take another step into the bar and does a small leap in the air. When she lands, an impressive stock of metal filings are shaken loose. Satisfied she is clean, she heads past the gawking patrons and over to Mors. "Ale, if you have it, but I'm not picky." She takes the proffered drink, raises it to Mor's good health in thanks, and takes a long draw off the glass. Half the ale is gone. She turns to regard the patrons who are still looking at her. She waves a hand and says "Continue about your business."
Alexis finishes her wine and sits very still, her head bobbing every now and then. After a couple minutes she shakes her head and says, "Well, this is all very interesting, but I think that it is time I should take my leave. Goodnight Miss Nell." She taps the porter on the shoulder and point to the mountain of packages, "If you will follow me, you can return to your drink in a moment, your tab is covered."
With another hiccup, the man nods in agreement and drunken though he is, manages to wrangle all of the packages upstairs and safely to the Kirmoon suite without ever dropping a single one. A few moments later, he reappears at the top of the stairs whereupon he ever-so-gracefully, rolls down them almost in slow-motion, after which he can be heard snoring loudly by the wall at the foot of the steps.
Rath looks up at the tall tailor with genuine warmth "Maybe... but don't think duck did it in single evening. Looks like Rath Duck running out of time."Laithoron smiles, "I'm no religious scholar by any means, but I do like to debate philosophy from time to time. I had heard it was a principle of Irori that people in search of enlightenment never stop growing."
Rath warms to the subject, "Yes, indeed! And Irori's path, I am on. But again, growth is slow process sometimes and ducks not become swans quickly. And always, there are hm.. growing pains. You have, I think, witnesses some of mine, recently."
Sunys' large blue eyes seem to get even impossibly larger at the scene that plays out with the door. As the robed and armored woman first 'jingles herself 'clean' and then stalks across the floor to the bar, sweeping all with a calculating gaze, Lureene can see that fey glint of mischeif suddenly fully alive and burning within Sunys' large blue eyes.
The gum-nut brown Elf waves a hand and, suddenly smiling cheerfully to every one present, she skips across the room over to this new 'blowin'. Her bare feet scudding across the taverns floor boards.
"San agamat chay bet apipoulai, seno akta gamat. Minai lekarariba laminai, tchai ekbat de sebat." She grins, presenting a hand forwards. ^_^
Sunys' large blue eyes seem to get even impossibly larger at the scene that plays out with the door. As the robed and armored woman first 'jingles herself 'clean' and then stalks across the floor to the bar, sweeping all with a calculating gaze, Lureene can see that fey glint of mischeif suddenly fully alive and burning within Sunys' large blue eyes.
The gum-nut brown Elf waves a hand and, suddenly smiling cheerfully to every one present, she skips across the room over to this new 'blowin'. Her bare feet scudding across the taverns floor boards.
"San agamat chay bet apipoulai, seno akta gamat. Minai lekarariba laminai, tchai ekbat de sebat." She grins, presenting a hand forwards. ^_^
"Right then, me luvlies, lets get a couple o' things straight. Ravarath left us. I do think th' Lady Alis wus lookin' t' get some sense out'a him an' she an' a...."
"Oh! You mean the Dwarf? I think people were calling him Morgaard."
"Aye, well... There were a right misun'er standin' t'ween m'self an' Ravarath. Somat whut when I get a better hang o' th' language I do intend t' untangle. T'wernt none o' Lureenes' doin', t'was all down t' gum-nut me."
Miss Nell still has a dreadfully serious look on her face. After listening to all that Suny has to say, she replies, "Well, at least she is with Morgaard, he's worth a dozen paladins. As for your recount of the days events... thank you for taking responsibility."
Upon seeing the porter fall down the stairs, Miss Nell sighs a bit as if a burden was lifted. She waves for Mors to pour a few drinks and then turns to the girls and says, "Well, you may as well join me. Without either of the princesses to look after I don't have much else to do."
Lureene waves at the retreating form of Alexis, and the porter, "Good evening, then.". As Suny finishes up her statement, she nods at Nellie and continues, "Yes, Ravarath has feelings for Suny, rather passionate ones and I fear he grew jealous at some of her antics. I hope you understand, her customs are much different than yours."
She sees Suny move off to accost the newcomer, who she suspect is some kind of holy warrior, On closer study, she looks like an Assamir! I hope she does not make trouble for me, I am tired of dealing with them.
"Thank you for the offer, Nellie, I would like that, if that is all right with you. she looks down at the red satin dress and continues, "I suppose you don't have that skill of whooshing clothes clean like the Lady Alis does?"
Sunys' large blue eyes seem to get even impossibly larger at the scene that plays out with the door. As the robed and armored woman first 'jingles herself 'clean' and then stalks across the floor to the bar, sweeping all with a calculating gaze, Lureene can see that fey glint of mischeif suddenly fully alive and burning within Sunys' large blue eyes.
The gum-nut brown Elf waves a hand and, suddenly smiling cheerfully to every one present, she skips across the room over to this new 'blowin'. Her bare feet scudding across the taverns floor boards.
"San agamat chay bet apipoulai, seno akta gamat. Minai lekarariba laminai, tchai ekbat de sebat." She grins, presenting a hand forwards. ^_^
The petite woman looks curiously at the tall elf then takes her hand and shakes it firmly in the fashion of Avistan's men. She tests Suny's arm strength and does not find it lacking, though hers is the greater. She smiles, "Priyya Surya-ka-Vahaak. And it appears I don't speak whatever language that was."
Nell looks at the now angel-winged succubus who only seems to have a few curious grease-stains on her hands and then to the brown elf who seems to have dyed part of her blue dress red from a cut in her forehead. "Sorry," she confesses, "that is among the things that the ladies typically handle themselves. I rely on soap and water myself..."
Turning to the new-comer she asks, "What exactly was that terrible noise we heard when you entered? Please tell me that hellish scene wasn't anywhere on Golarion..."
Turning to the new-comer she asks, "What exactly was that terrible noise we heard when you entered? Please tell me that hellish scene wasn't anywhere on Golarion..."
"You are correct, that was on a plane not tied to Golarion, I am sure the holy warrior can tell us more about it."
Nell looks at the now angel-winged succubus who only seems to have a few curious grease-stains on her hands and then to the brown elf who seems to have dyed part of her blue dress red from a cut in her forehead. "Sorry," she confesses, "that is among the things that the ladies typically handle themselves. I rely on soap and water myself..."
She looks up at her now angelic looking wings, and Nell is suprised to see tears spring in her eyes.
The petite woman looks curiously at the tall elf then takes her hand and shakes it firmly in the fashion of Avistan's men. She tests Suny's arm strength and does not find it lacking, though hers is the greater. She smiles, "Priyya Surya-ka-Vahaak. And it appears I don't speak whatever language that was."
Suny grins wider, "Aye, luv. I get that a lot." (^_^)
"Now, I dun't mean ye any disrespec', but there be a lil' thing I got's t' square away wi'm'freind here." Suny points to Nelliel Yantannon. "So if'n ye could excuse me fer a short while as I get bearin's an' chart a proper way o' resolvin' somat? I'd be much abliged." Suny gladly and happily shakes Priyyas' hand again in parting before skipping over to chat with Nelliel.
"I can't say I have. Let's hope you're correct."
"Indeed, I don't need any more disappointments in one day."
Nell looks at the now angel-winged succubus who only seems to have a few curious grease-stains on her hands and then to the brown elf who seems to have dyed part of her blue dress red from a cut in her forehead. "Sorry," she confesses, "that is among the things that the ladies typically handle themselves. I rely on soap and water myself..."
Turning to the new-comer she asks, "What exactly was that terrible noise we heard when you entered? Please tell me that hellish scene wasn't anywhere on Golarion..."
Priyya smiles at Nell, inclining her head in greeting. "No, it was a place called the Howling Wastes. I imagine you understand why it is so named. It is a plane far removed from Golarion, thankfully. It is alleged that spending too much time there invariably leads to madness."
"Madness?"
Priyya smiles at Nell, inclining her head in greeting. "No, it was a place called the Howling Wastes. I imagine you understand why it is so named. It is a plane far removed from Golarion, thankfully. It is alleged that spending too much time there invariably leads to madness."
Lureene waves the female warrior over, "I have heard of that plane before, in my studies, You are indeed correct, why would you be there, if you don't mind me asking?
The porter stirs in his sleep a bit and mumbles, "This... is... Limbo!"
"You are correct, that was on a plane not tied to Golarion, I am sure the holy warrior can tell us more about it."
Priyya's eyes swivel to Lureene like a turret. She watches and slowly smiles, her right thumb clicks the scimitar a 1/16 of an inch out of the scabbard. "I could tell you more, if I were so inclined. I'm not. And 'no' - since clearly you are either trying to provoke me or elicit information - I am not a Paladin. Although, the friend I came looking to find - IS." She walks over to Lureene coming within 5' of her and staring intently, smelling the air...
She smiles and returns to the bar.