Lio hesitates a moment, but then speaks what she was thinking.
"Then ye kann eat 'em wethout haven ta chase em. Don't sound too terrible."
Myriana appears to be considering an indignant response, but...
Ameiko struggles to repress laughter at the conversation, a welcome change from her earlier moodiness.
at Ameiko's laughter she stops and merely smiles, happily.
The nervousness disappears from Myriana's face replaced with an excitement to match her sister's. "Oh, Shelyn's Holy Blessings, of course." She steps forward into Shalelu and squeezes her tightly. "I'm so happy for you." She pauses, drawing back and looking up into Shalelu's face, eyes still managing to shine in the pale light. "So..when did you guys decide to make it official?""Not long ago," Shalelu replies, returning your embrace. She is rather glowing. "During the Aurora. We haven't told anyone else yet, so I would prefer that you hold off on mentioning it to anyone else until we make the announcement."
"Oh. Um, okay." Myri frowns a bit with just a tinge of tension in the left side of her jaw, but she stays silent.
She kisses his fingers as her body starts to work in counterpoint to his, welcoming him as he comes closer, holding tight when he pulls away. The words are in her eyes, on her face, but she says them aloud, makes them real. "I always need you and you always make me feel... so good." Her lips curve into a smile as she licks them, "Makes me glad I'm a girl because you never seem to stop at once." Her eyes still locked with his, "Makes me immesurably happy that I'm yours. And," the possessiveness in her tone, mirrored by the muscles in her body for a brief moment, "That you are mine."
Shalelu casts Resistance to Cold upon Liothonae, protecting her from the harsh environment and monster vomit...
"Thank you Anwyl." Lio says quietly, closing the distance between her and Shalelu in the moments after the fight ends.
Shalelu casts a second Resist Cold on Hrunndalf.
Lio looks like she was about to hug Shae, possibly in thanks for casting Resistance to Cold upon her, when she had only moments before been succumbing to frost bite. As Shalelu moves to aid Hrunndalf, Lio stops short, and waits for the tall elf to finish helping the members of the party who still need assistance.
Bluff:Lio's face clearly shows her emotions, though she tries to cover them. She knows she shouldn't be upset that Shae is giving so freely of her abilities, but for some reason, Hrunndalf is still evoking irrational feelings. Perhaps even jealousy. What's more, she instantly realizes she's being unreasonable, but for some reason can't get over it. When Hrunndalf doesn't thank Shalelu for casting upon him, or afterwards for handing him antitoxin, she get's even more annoyed.
Koya laughs. "You know ... I bet he'd do actually do it, jest t' find out what rhino milk tastes like."
Lio's softer chuckle is barely audible. She's in a very good mood today. "If annyunne ken milk a rhino, 'ets Rhost." She adds, after a long moment, her tone still very much amused.
A little after that, her quiet voice asks, "'ave ye e'er 'ad 'e chance ta tolk to Jorun? Dunna see 'im socialize much, bought, dunno ef ah shoulde push 'em ta do so weth all thot 'e's been through."
Not wanting to ruin the very happy mood of this conversation, Lio makes a special effort to sound happy. "Mostly minerals, salt, and loud music." She says, "didn't really have... room for cravings." As she thinks back to that time, you can see right through her false bravado, being pregnant at such a young age, while a slave, was one of the hardest and most terrifying things she ever lived though. However, she's not lying, those things helped her get through the pregnancy. "Your grandfather liked to be rocked. He liked movement. He was calmest when I walked around. I did so, right until I gave birth." Her voice gets softer, quiet, almost nostalgic. It is quite possible, even with all that happened, that she cares about her son a great deal.
"Sour food. Spicy foods. Pickles. Dairy. Chocolate," Shalelu answers.
"And as for the loudness I was referring to ... there is nothing quite like awaking one morning in the middle of the Darklands with a completely insatiable and equally completely unsatisfiable craving for a tuna, curry, and bacon sandwich."
Lio smiles, her mood quickly dissipates, as she thinks about Shae craving such a strange combination of foods.
Mel gets a little nervous at the pain under Lio's words, but smiles when Shae's own remembrances brighten the white-haired elf's mood. "I really don't feel any different." Her grin grows wider, "But with the luck that follows us, I'll start having food craving right when our food supplies get the most monotonous."
She mock grimaces, "Poor Alaric." She pauses, "Actually, poor Rhost, since I'd be more likely to pester him about food."
"Yes," Shalelu says as she finally manages to get your jacket off. "Glowing."
Slowly regaining feeling in her fingers means that Lio begins to undress you in turn. She doesn't stop at your jacket, though. She also removes the rest of your winter gear, so you can get under the blanket without chilly outer clothing. "Mush." She smiles mischievously as she speaks the word, indicating you should get under the blanket as she finishes taking her winter clothes off, to reveal a simple hose and chemise underneath. Her now flawless skin even paler than the cream color of her underclothing.
Perhaps the other ladies in the wagon have gotten used to seeing Lio without scars over the course of leaving Iqualiat. But Lio still can't get used to it. One hand, worries, as it usually does when she's aware of being only partially dressed, at the spot over her collar bone, where a bite mark used to be.
Her voice, very sleepy, the words probably not entirely intentional, "Relaxed... sleepy... don't want to stop watching you."
He smiles at that. "And mysterious, so they say."
Mysterious? Prolley jus' cryptic." Lio grins. "'elps when ye train disciples thot dunna say much ta begin weth an' wont nothen ta do weth anyunne. Thou ah kenn yer caravan 'as been 'elpen me weth o'ercoming thot." Still smiling.
Kalimac and Attatoq get on the platform along with the rest of the team. "Mul on halb tunne," he mutters.
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Lio too gets on, most likely right next to Shalelu. She is curious about the elevator, and tries to think of anything she's heard or seen of such devices. knowledge Any.
Alaric gathers everyone up and will channel. 6d6
"Thankye." Lio says in Alaric's general direction, without actually addressing him. Her tone is congenial.
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Mel lingers by Alaric as he channels, then moves over to the now standing Ameiko. With relief when she sees that Alaric has taken care of the bards wounds, "Could be worse... There was the loving embrace of something that wants to eat you alive."
And Melinda uses prestidigitation in an attempt to clean off the black sludge from first Ameiko and then Hrunndalf.
"Thot's whot ye get fer goen en 'e front when ye knou b'tt'r." Lio says quietly. Her tone not disapproving, but rather, concerned, and, being concerned, her accent comes out in full force..
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Lio hesitates a moment, but then speaks what she was thinking.
"Then ye kann eat 'em wethout haven ta chase em. Don't sound too terrible."Myriana appears to be considering an indignant response, but...
Kyrademon wrote:Ameiko struggles to repress laughter at the conversation, a welcome change from her earlier moodiness.
at Ameiko's laughter she stops and merely smiles, happily.
Lio too, smiles a small smile. She turns her head to look up at Shae from the taller elfs warm lap, pulling blankets around a little more, to get more comfortable. "anwyl." she states quietly to Shae, adding no other words, though her eyes speak volumes.
Mel gets a little nervous at the pain under Lio's words, but smiles when Shae's own remembrances brighten the white-haired elf's mood. "I really don't feel any different." Her grin grows wider, "But with the luck that follows us, I'll start having food craving right when our food supplies get the most monotonous."
She mock grimaces, "Poor Alaric." She pauses, "Actually, poor Rhost, since I'd be more likely to pester him about food."
"Tell Rhost you want him to milk the female rhino because you're craving milk." She suggests mischievously.
"Tell Rhost you want him to milk the female rhino because you're craving milk." She suggests mischievously.
"You can milk a rhino?" Half-fascinated, half-horrified. "Would it be safe to drink?
Hrunndalf gratefully accepts Shalelu's, Alaric's, and Rhost's aid. "Much appreciated, thanks." He casts two spells to alleviate the symptoms.
"It's a poison. Antitoxin or some kind of anti-poison spell would help you fight it off. Or you could just hope to have a constitution as hearty as Ameiko's."
"That would be a futile hope," Hrunndalf replies grinning. "Ameiko must be all but immune to poison after a lifetime of raw fish."
Lio too, smiles a small smile. She turns her head to look up at Shae from the taller elfs warm lap, pulling blankets around a little more, to get more comfortable. "anwyl." she states quietly to Shae, adding no other words, though her eyes speak volumes.
Shalelu leans down and kisses Liothonae softly on the forehead.
Lio too gets on, most likely right next to Shalelu. She is curious about the elevator, and tries to think of anything she's heard or seen of such devices.
"Mysterious? Prolley jus' cryptic." Lio grins. "'elps when ye train disciples thot dunna say much ta begin weth an' wont nothen ta do weth anyunne. Thou ah kenn yer caravan 'as been 'elpen me weth o'ercoming thot." Still smiling.
"He's been getting on a little better, then?" Sandru asks.
"That would be a futile hope," Hrunndalf replies grinning. "Ameiko must be all but immune to poison after a lifetime of raw fish."
"Is there something wrong with raw fish?" Mel asks.
Slowly regaining feeling in her fingers means that Lio begins to undress you in turn. She doesn't stop at your jacket, though. She also removes the rest of your winter gear, so you can get under the blanket without chilly outer clothing. "Mush." She smiles mischievously as she speaks the word, indicating you should get under the blanket as she finishes taking her winter clothes off, to reveal a simple hose and chemise underneath. Her now flawless skin even paler than the cream color of her underclothing.
Perhaps the other ladies in the wagon have gotten used to seeing Lio without scars over the course of leaving Iqualiat. But Lio still can't get used to it. One hand, worries, as it usually does when she's aware of being only partially dressed, at the spot over her collar bone, where a bite mark used to be.
With a grin at Liothonae's command, Shalelu immediately gets herself under the covers.
"Is there something wrong with raw fish?" Mel asks.
"If you have to ask..." Alaric mumbles from the depths of his armor.
Lio's softer chuckle is barely audible. She's in a very good mood today. "If annyunne ken milk a rhino, 'ets Rhost." She adds, after a long moment, her tone still very much amused.
A little after that, her quiet voice asks, "'ave ye e'er 'ad 'e chance ta tolk to Jorun? Dunna see 'im socialize much, bought, dunno ef ah shoulde push 'em ta do so weth all thot 'e's been through."
"I've chatted with him a little," Koya answers. "He don't respond to me quite so bad as he does wit' some o' the others. Helps that I'm not threatenin', I think."
"If you have to ask..." Alaric mumbles from the depths of his armor.
"... Then you are probably a connoisseur of delicious foodstuffs," Ameiko finishes for him.
"Is there something wrong with raw fish?" Mel asks."If you have to ask..." Alaric mumbles from the depths of his armor.
"But... it tastes so good..." looking down at her feet, or maybe her stomach.
"But... it tastes so good..." looking down at her feet, or maybe her stomach.
"If there's one thing I learned traveling -- other than to keep your socks dry -- it's that food is cultural. One man's vermin is another man's lunch. Tasting good or bad is entirely subjective. Except when it comes to that fermented milk. That stuff was vile."
"He's been getting on a little better, then?" Sandru asks.
A small smile. "'xept for the 'e night when e'eryunne wos drenken and thot stressed 'im out a bit, aye ken Jorun's doing well."
"If there's one thing I learned traveling -- other than to keep your socks dry -- it's that food is cultural. One man's vermin is another man's lunch. Tasting good or bad is entirely subjective. Except when it comes to that fermented milk. That stuff was vile."
Mel squeezes Alaric's hand through the gauntlet. "I have no drive to make you eat my yummy raw fish." Her voice with just a hint of tease, "But your daughter is insisting on either raw fish or raw other meat."
"You can milk a rhino?" Half-fascinated, half-horrified. "Would it be safe to drink?
"Low in fat, kind of light in flavor. Milkable when she has young. I suppose it would thus depend upon if she was with child, and then after that, upon her being consistently milked so she continues to ...give milk." Lio feels silly for stating the word milk so many times.
Mel squeezes Alaric's hand through the gauntlet. "I have no drive to make you eat my yummy raw fish." Her voice with just a hint of tease, "But your daughter is insisting on either raw fish or raw other meat."
"Aha! The strong orcish blood breeds true!" The gauntlet clanks in what was probably intended to be an answering squeeze. "My daughter is going to be so great. At everything."
Shalelu leans down and kisses Liothonae softly on the forehead.
Lio, almost contentedly, sighs softly, and wrapping her arm around Shae, she closes her eyes for a while.
Lio looks like she was about to hug Shae, possibly in thanks for casting Resistance to Cold upon her, when she had only moments before been succumbing to frost bite. As Shalelu moves to aid Hrunndalf, Lio stops short, and waits for the tall elf to finish helping the members of the party who still need assistance.
"Oh. Um, okay." Myri frowns a bit with just a tinge of tension in the left side of her jaw, but she stays silent.
"Is something amiss?" Shalelu asks you, her glow dimming just a fraction.
Rhost digs around in his backpack, and comes up with three vials of antitoxin. "Forgot," he says a bit sheepishly, and hands one to Hrunndalf.
With a grin at Liothonae's command, Shalelu immediately gets herself under the covers.
Lio uses magic to heat some water for tea, and if it works, she fills your mug, as well as her's with the hot liquid and tea prior to climbing in under the covers with you.
Lio looks like she was about to hug Shae, possibly in thanks for casting Resistance to Cold upon her, when she had only moments before been succumbing to frost bite. As Shalelu moves to aid Hrunndalf, Lio stops short, and waits for the tall elf to finish helping the members of the party who still need assistance.
After a moment, Lio smiles at Shae, a soft, almost shy, even embarrassed smile.
As the elevator rises towards the 100 foot high opening, you start to see that further above it, about two thirds of the way up the tower, the shaft appears to open out into yet another, third story.
However, the blue platform only takes you up the first 100 feet before stopping.
The chamber is takes you to is significantly warmer than the other rooms in the spire. The hexagonal shaft is simply open to the chamber on three sides, but the other three walls continue up towards the blue sphere above. To the east and west, there are hexagonal portals that seem to lead to the area behind those walls, but the portals are filled with featureless opaque crystal. As in the room below, the ceiling of this chamber is 100 feet high.
Resting in the south of the room is a huge creature that looks something like an enormous centipede. Rows of chitinous plates on its back glow red-hot, and the three-fingered hand of Sithhud has been branded into them, possibly with acid.
When the elevator brings you into the room, it rears up and hisses, and scuttles forward to attack.
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O = Opaque Hexagonal Crystal Door
% = Crystalline control pad on wall
@ = Standing crystalline control panel
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M = Melinda
R = Rhost
H = Hrunndalf
A = Alaric
L = Liothonae
K = Kalimac (on Attatoq)
Y = Myriana
I = Ameiko
S = Shalelu
Z = Zaiobe
Mel squeezes Alaric's hand through the gauntlet. "I have no drive to make you eat my yummy raw fish." Her voice with just a hint of tease, "But your daughter is insisting on either raw fish or raw other meat.""Aha! The strong orcish blood breeds true!" The gauntlet clanks in what was probably intended to be an answering squeeze. "My daughter is going to be so great. At everything."
Bluff Lio blinks.
Lio almost flinches at Alaric's exclamation. She pales a little. It's not that she disagrees that Mel and Alaric's daughter is going to be great, it's that the loud Orc comment rattled her.
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"Tasting good or bad is entirely subjective. Except when it comes to that fermented milk. That stuff was vile."
"More like refreshingly tart and bracing," Hrunndalf grins.
Resting in the south of the room is a huge creature that looks something like an enormous centipede. Rows of chitinous plates on its back glow red-hot, and the three-fingered hand of Sithhud has been branded into them, possibly with acid.
When the elevator brings you into the room, it rears up and hisses, and scuttles forward to attack.
Mel's eyes flash over the red-hot plates, "I don't think fireball is going to be as useful against the centipede." She looks down at her wands, clearly counting, "At times like this I regret not having the powers of electricity or cold at my command."
"I've chatted with him a little," Koya answers. "He don't respond to me quite so bad as he does wit' some o' the others. Helps that I'm not threatenin', I think."
Lio nods. It's pretty clear she's proud of Jorun by her expression.
"Ayme glad 'e got the spot en 'e wagon weth Tollin. Prolley b'tt'r 'ere thon en 'e men's wagon fer 'im."