The Great Hunt (Inactive)

Game Master DEWN MOU'TAIN

"No, we have holds. Places of life in the Three Fold Lands. But tents can be helpful when traveling between places in the Three Fold Lands just as they are here." Ceirn replies as he enjoys the more peaceful outside.

sorry garl. it was a cheap shot.

I'll ping you on discord. its a bit more complicated and easier to discuss their than here.

'Holds? Like a fortress?' Rasing an eyebrow at the archaic term, Navarre patted the blacks neck as it ate the last of the greens from the carrot. "A hold, Like a fortress? Do you're people live there year round? Or move from hold to hold." He pauses again, only knowing that the Aiel lived it tribes. "Do the tribes share holds with each other? Or are they more territorial?"

Working on my new 'knowledge' (Aiel) badge.

well that works

we are just waiting on talia, correct?

OCC: Yes just trying to get a solid understanding of casting a Weave before I cast the pair I got to cast.

We'll if you all don't hurry up, Navarre is going to need to go back in and get more carrots

If Navarre comes in Lazar will put you to work

sorry garl. it was a cheap shot.

I'll ping you on discord. its a bit more complicated and easier to discuss their than here.

Nah, I said I made assumptions. I knew the risk, and even expected at least one of them to be disproven. No harm, no foul.

we are just waiting on talia, correct?

How I see it.

Talia moved to sit on her knees and rest Mychel's head on her thighs and began to softly hum a tune her mother used to use to comfort her as she quieted her innerself. Letting her innerself reach out and embrace the True Source, with its usual response that caused one to enter into a sort of transended state of both physically and mentally entering into perhaps a step beyond exhaltation. Outwardly, due to years of practice their were no signs that anything inwardly was taking place. The only evidence could only be witnessed by other female channelers which Garl was neither of.

Once within the state of oneness, she continued to hum and began seemingly to casually stroke Mychel's face and smooth his hair aside but what she was actually doing was Weaving the strands of Spirit, Air, and Water that would reveal to her Mychel's true condition. Showing her all of his physical issues as she doubted his mental one's were currently an issue nor did she think he was magically affected. Still there was the added benefit that if Mychel were suffering from any mental or magical ailments she would be aware of this although she would not know what they were.

Once the Delving was completed which along with the embracing had only taken at most thirty seconds, Talia had a full understanding of what was wrong with Mychel, still she continued to hum and gently stroke his face extending her touch down to the the bottom of his sternum. Again just seemingly to just casually run her fingers over his skin while within the metaphysical realm that only other female channlers could see she once more began to Weave the strands of Spirit, Air, and Water into what would be used this time to restore Mychel, removing the poison, along with any diseases, addictions, and conditions. While fully restoring any ability damage to the target's most important ability and suppressing all mental conditions and magical ailments for the next five days. This process took much longer and Talia continued to due this seemingly non-chalant nothing for about the next ten minutes or so.

What she was doing would not necessarily bring Michel to consciousness but it would allow him to easily heal the rest of his minor ailments within a short span of time compared to what it would have taken otherwise. "It is done, he should survive."

She looked at Garl and wondered what he would think if he knew not only could she do this but she could actually restore his leg in full. He probably would not take it well, as many folks just simply did not understand the dangers of having healing that made injury a non-issue. From her experience, folks only learned if they had to overcome adversity and this did not matter whether she was healing a physical injury or attempting to heal a political one. They all had the same basic principle involved. They required pain for the mind to concieve what it needed to, in order for it to improve its situation going forward.

It also came to mind that there were very few indeed that fully understood the power that the Aes Sedai possessed. They could easily subjugate the entire world to their will if they so chose but they new that the Wheel would not tolerate this for long. Thus they restrainted the use of their powers and played their hypocritical games in order to validate to themselves the reasons that they do not do all that they could do. It was this hypocrisy that had turned Talia away. In the years that followed, while she had learned some of the reasons for this hypocrisy it did not mean she felt it was a good thing. It was seemingly to her, a means of controlling others within the order rather than helping the people they were supposed to be serving and if they focussed on the latter rather than the former the order and the world would be in much better shape. However, due to petty egos and such within the order this was not currently possible. Change for folks that had leaved for many decades and would live for numerous decades more was not an easy thing to embrace. Still it was necessary if things were going to improve, the longevity was both a blessing and a curse for those who could channel the One Power.

As she said 'It is done, he should survive.', Talia reluctantly released her embrace of the One Power. As exhilirating as it felt to be embracing the One Power, it was as equally deflating to release it as doing so brought solidly home the infinitesimal finitude of one's meager existence. A feeling that was perhaps the worst part of channeling, but an inevitable part if one wanted to survive it. The alternative was to lose once in the One Power and forever lose connection to it and for that matter reality itself. Sisters that had lost themselves this way were usually put to sleep, out of mercy. For the continued existence for one them would be nothing but a slow inevitable torcherous journey of unimaginable suffering until they finally withered away and died.

"Now we move him to his bed, then. We'll check on him in the morning to see if there's anything else that needs doing, or if he just needs to rest and recover."

Semi-exhausted from embracing and releasing Talia nods to Garl's comments and says, "Yes, that would be good but I will sit with him until he regains consciousness, he is still a good friend and I would not have him be alone." This level of compassion was as much for herself as it was for Mychel, but she would never let that aspect out. She preferred to present it as deep carrying rather than a mode or time of self refortification. It was no simple thing that a channeler did for someone else, there was always the danger of giving in to the True Power. There was no describing it to an outsider, the lure the feeling of being connected to the True Power there was simply no human level of comprehension that could share that emotional tie and the heartache it was to let it go. Yet channelers did this everytime they embraced the One Power, its call, its draw, was never at all easy to deny, nor to step away from. Only a fellow channler truly understood the overall experience. How much it took of the channeler to do what they did for others or for the good of humanity. Still while it was far from easy, she could not stand by those who denied the very people that they were sworn to serve. The hypocrisy of it fueled her passion for rightness more than anything else and it helped greatly to restore her without the support of the sisterhood which she so remotely was still a part of.

Lazar with a whirl of motion began to make the kitchen his own. Pulling two butcher knives and a few others he began to pull potatoes, celery, carrots, a variety of herbs, salt, and of course the chicken.

Knives worked in quartering the chickens after painstakingly cleaning them. He then used some cheesecloth to bundle it with some salt, pepper, a few herbs, onion, and garlic and dropped it in a pot. It was tied to his staff which rested over the top of the pot, holding it together and into the boiling water.

After that potatoes, carrots, celery, barley, onion, and a few other herbs and spices are laid out Switching blades with speed the Domani man let the steel work with his rhyme. Sliced and diced he continued on to make some able to break down while others would remain in chunks. That way the flavor would be far more palatable.

once that was done, he began to make a fast dough similar to a cracker or travel biscuit as he poured out some flour, salt, and pepper steepled it, before creating a bowl. poured a bit of cream and a bit of water and began to mix. A nice dough was made before he pounded it out and rolled it flat.

He shifted and pulled the chicken out, and dumped the loose parts and the vegetables in. Lazar deboned the Chicken before cutting it a bit more and tossing them in. This allowed him to focus on the strange dough.

As it was flattened he pulled two long knives from the back of his coat. They were not something one would fight with. Whisps of metal he began to slice the dough easily. As they did, he made small strips no larger than a stem, and as long as his hand from fingertip to the wrist.

When they were done he slipped them in and with his staff began to stir the soup kettle. Stirring the pot he began to sing. The jaunty tune helped keep rhyme.

Performance: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

side note: technically, you cannot regenerate the man's leg, let alone any other missing limbs. Not unless....hmmmm... potential story idea.

As Garl and Talia carry Mychel up stairs to his room (luckily Talia knows where it is), everyone hears a steely staccato rhythm coming from the kitchen. As they top the stairs and round the corner head down the short hall, everyone hears the man begin to sing a song about a cook who keeps hopping from pot into kettle as he avoids his wife, his mistress, and a fling from two nights past.

Having finished feeding the big black gelding the carrot he'd promised, Elek looks to the sky, then the door of the hovel they'd exited. 'A little exercise would probably do us both some good and it would beat going back inside too quickly.' Not excited about returning to the low-ceilinged claustrophobic draft room that smelled of putrid puss and the conversation about Aiel living spaces having waned, Elek gestures towards the back of the building. Asking Ceirn; "Past the low eaves there is an alley in back, I haven't practiced my sword forms today and I haven't sparred in what seems like forever. Would you like to spar? My teacher fought in the Aiel wars. He said most swordsmen couldn't stand against an Aiel spear." He gives Ceirn a smile. "It would be nice to practice against such a skilled opponent."

Thinking non-lethal dual, something to pass the time and work on our combat posts. Navarre has a lot of sword forms I need to figure out how to use.

OCC: Okay so does that mean I should not convert the PF1e spell to WoT that regenerates limbs? Note and no Talia cannot do that spell as of yet as it is a much higher level spell but it does exist which means the concept would exist unless you are saying that that spell will not be pulled over.

Ceirn smiles at Navarre and says, "We can dance. It will probably be a kinder event then some of the conversation that was going on inside."

'That's right, they call it 'Dancing the Spears.' Chuckling at Ciern's comment about the conversations, Navarre takes off his heavy leather cloak and tosses it over the gelding's saddle. Gesturing towards the back of the building he moves through the narrow passageway heading behind the building where he and Garl suprised the 'homeless' man. As he stepped into the back alley, he gestured to the buildings on the other side. "Not the perfect place to practice, but we'll rarely get to pick the spot of a fight, so it doesn't hurt to practice in a place like this."

Stepping back away from the Aiel, Navarre draws the long curved sword from the scabbard on his hip. "Of course if we get jumped in an alley, I wouldn't take time to stretch, but I'd just as soon not pull a hamstring practicing." Setting his feet Navarre begins to move through a kata, slowly, the simple leather wrapped hilt held in both hands. Carefully overextending the movement; taking the time to reach, twist and stretch to his body's full length.

After he does several kata's slowly, he begins to move through the first kata at a brisk studied speed, making sure he makes every move precise. Controlling his breathing; Intentional about the position of his feet, body and head. Precise with the angle of the blade the length of the thrusts and the arch or the cuts.

Pausing again after the kata, he reset his feet and began again. This time he moved through the kata as quick as he could, aware of the movements but focused on speed and power. To a trained eye, I think Ceirn would notice it Navarre was not as quick as he was strong.

Pausing after the last kata, Navarre sheaths the 'warder's blade' and draws a cloth from his pocket, wiping the sweat from his forehead and around his eyes. He looks at Ceirn, gesturing towards the Aiel's chest. "I envy you, the armor's hot without the exercise, let alone with it." He gives a light shrug. "But I'm not fast enough to fight without it. So, I do the best I can."

Tucking the small towel in his belt, he draws out the sword, holding it in two hands he sets his feet. "Well, Ceirn, shall we dance?"

My thought is a few rounds of non-lethal combat, once one of us get's to around half our HP in non-lethal damage we stop. So normal attacks @ -4, I want to practice a couple of the sword skills so why not. In actual combat we, as a group won't roll initiative, but let's do it here, so we know who's going first.
init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Wow! guess the armor really does make him slow! It's your move :)

OCC: Is Navarre a Warder? I am asking only because it appears Navarre may have lost their Aes Sedai and Talia may have lost her Warder perhaps we might be able to discuss things and tweak some history to allow us to be Aes Sedai (sort-of) and Warder -- plz hit me up on Discord if interested

Ceirn nods and follows the other man into the alley. He covers his face and stands loosely before launching himself forward with a series of blows meant to wind his opponent and wear them down.

Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 I do, in fact, go first.

I am using Unarmed Strike. I do not have the book in front of me, but I think I can choose to do lethal or non-lethal without the penalty. If I am wrong then we can add the penalty back in.

Flurry of Blows 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Flurry Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Flurry of Blows 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Flurry Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

I am using Unarmed Strike. I do not have the book in front of me, but I think I can choose to do lethal or non-lethal without the penalty. If I am wrong then we can add the penalty back in.

You are correct it does, and since you went first in init, Navarre by definition was flat footed (which I hate, but oh well) so the first blow struck :)

'I thought dancing he spears meant, well, spears.' Raising an eyebrow as Ciern pinned up his veil but did not draw one of the dangerous shortspears. Setting his feet, Navarre slowed his breathing and lifted the long blade slightly higher, so he could use his arms to protect his face.

As Ceirn came at him, the first punch took him in the ribs, 'There will be a bruise in the morning.' forcing him to grunt from the blow. 'He's even quicker than I expected.' The second-strike Navarre deflected from his face, catching it on his elbow.

'My turn.' Flowing into 'Moon on Water' he shifted his feet, twisting right, lifting the blade slightly higher, turning the tip out but turning it so the flat of the blade would strike. Swinging the blade down into the crescent shape that gave the attack it's name, he brought the blade down and around, aiming at his opponents hip. The strange angle of the turned blade, slowed his cut down, and Navarre watched as Ciern danced back out of the blades reach.

Letting the arch of the blade finish it's course he brought it back around to deflect any attacks, smiling at his friend.

-4 HP non-lethal Sword forms 1/12, Moon on water This is an attack action which provides a +2 attack bonus against an opponent who has already acted this round Not going to be able to use this much, since we'll always have init so I figured I'd start with it :) Attack non-lethal MW Warder sword, WF, WS, 5 ft step back.
nonlethal attack: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 9 + 1 + 1 - 4 + 2 = 18 forDamage: 1d10 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 = 17

Ceirn eyes narrow as he watches his companions smoothly moving sword. When the other man steps back Ceirn slides forward, moving smoothly as he stays close to reduce the value of the long blade wielded by his companion.

5 ft forward and continue to flurry away.

Subdual Unarmed Flurry 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Subdual Unarmed Flurry Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Subdual Unarmed Flurry 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Subdual Unarmed Flurry Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Tapped you once again, but very lightly.

i get distracted with RL stuff, and i come back to two players play fighting! I first saw the rolls and i was "what the heck? who they fighting?".

OOC: What can we say we are excited about this game ;) Also Navarre and I have been talking since he is missing his Aes Sedai and I am missing my Warder -- we would like you to help arrange a way in game for us to complete this -- I suggested just back filling the history with a hand wave but Navarre does not seem to like that idea and prefer, if I understand them correctly, to have something happen going forward. I will simply pick up that spell.

What can we say. Without directions crazy things happen. But I am not hitting him with flaming sticks so its all good.

His blade in a low position, Elek steps to the side, right foot forward, knees and elbows slightly bent he flows into 'Parting the Silk' bringing the blade up as he twists from hip to trunk, again turning the edge of the curved blade so the flat will strike. As he turns he dodges one blow, but takes another to the side of his head.

His ear ringing, he 'slices' towards Ceirn. The Kata, designed to attack armored foes, gave little benefit. The speed of the blade again slowed enough that Ceirn was fast enough to dance out of the way.

Navarre smiled, again bringing the blade into a high position, while stepping back and resetting his feet.

-7 HP non-lethal Sword forms 2/12, Parting the Silk: With this attack action, you make a Skill check (DC 10 + Opponent’s BAB). If successful, lower your opponent’s Defense bonus from armor by half. {Requirements - Dex 14+, Bluff 2 ranks} Attack non-lethal MW Warder sword, WF, WS, 5 ft step back.
Sword form vs 13: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
nonlethal attack: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 20 for Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13

Ceirn continues his pursuit of the Borderlander as he tried to reduce the power that the reach of a blade provided. As he does he lashes out with a foot and catches the other man in the thigh.

Subdual Flurry of Blows 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Subdual Flurry of Blows Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Subdual Flurry of Blows 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Subdual Flurry of Blows Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Ceirn does not wear armor. Would it reduce the class bonus? It seems like it wouldn't, but I thought I would ask.

Ceirn does not wear armor. Would it reduce the class bonus? It seems like it wouldn't, but I thought I would ask.

I believe that is correct, I saw the 'skill' and wanted to see how it worked, I'll find one that may effect your AC :)

"Well struck!" Smiling and nodding at the Aiel, Navarre waits for the two-fisted attack. Using 'Heron Wading in the Rushes' he steps forward into the blows, taking the first in the kidneys and the second side of the head. His left eye watering he moves inside of Ceirn's defense and swings the flat of the blade at the Aiel's ribcage.

- 18 HP non-lethal Sword Forms 3/12 AC 14 Heron Wading in the Rushes: This attack action leaves you open to attack, but develops your balance. Your enemy strikes at you and your Defense is 10 + Armor bonus only, you gain no benefit from Dex or Class Defense bonus if unarmored. If you survive the strike, you make an immediate strike at your opponent, whose Defense is reduced the same as yours. If you successfully strike your opponent, it is considered a critical strike. {Requirements - None} I believe your AC would be 10, Attack non-lethal MW Warder sword, WF, WS
nonlethal attack: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 26 for Damage: 2d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (2, 7) + 12 + 4 = 25
Does it still confirm crit?
nonlethal attack: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 14 for Damage: 1d10 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 = 15
Rizz this is part of the reason I wanted to try some of these, does this attack still permit a crit? Is the crit doubled normal, or double the sword skill?

no it doesnt reduce class/Defense armor.

yes its a crit. Unless the skill says otherwise, if a crit is scored with the roll, it is a crit. An example of this is swallow rides the air, which denies blademaster a critical strike option

Ceirn staggers back from the massive blow and laughs, "That was a mighty blow, but you might want to watch how much that leaves you open after." He pulls the veil down and rubs his temple where the metal blade struck.

40 subdual in one hit is a mighty blow.

I think I did the attack right, it seems that you set it up, take the attack that round and then attack back. Rizz?

'He is right, it does leave the user open.' Stepping back from Ceirn, Navarre salutes with the blade and quickly sheaths it, while he responds. "Your right, it gives up defense, to position the wielder for an attack against a faster opponent."

"Thank you for sparing with me, since I've left the company I traveled with I haven't been able to spar regularly." He gestures towards the spears, "Next time I'd like to test your spears."

Looking towards the front of the building. "I suppose we should check on the others." As they move between buildings, he looks back over his shoulder. "If we're going to spend the night in this hovel, I'd like to take stable my horse and get him bedded down for the night."

Ceirn nods but adds, "I am more skilled with weapons that work with my natural nimbleness, but we can dance with the spears when we spar again."

After putting the injured man to bed, Garl returns to the room where they started, and looks at the gore on the ground. Then he heads into the kitchen. "I'm afraid I need some rags, water, and a bucket. Have you seen any?"

Meanwhile Talia remains with Mychel not wishing to leave him alone in case he wakes up or something else plagues him while he sleeps.

" Use the Tea kettles to get your water, As for cloth I got several I've used. Rarely does a Kirchen have a clean rag for long!" Lazar laughs as he checks the soup and smiles.

"Taste!" Lazar says pushing the ladel to Garl, as he then stirs. He hums a bit as he looks at the bread and quickly stops stirring to whirl his Quarterstaff and use it to open the oven and then use it gingerly to look at the bread.

"What was the other thing...A bucket...take that disgusting Pot over there it should work" Lazar says as he pulls the ladel back from Garl and moves to get out the bread. Oddly he uses a couple of rags and his apron to get out the fresh loaves.

"Suck a lovely smell, takes me back to my days with my mother! Truly a place to build and create something all men and women can truly enjoy and bond with!" Out came some knives and he pulled out some cheese and a hunk of salted pork. he begins to cut a few for those who will want the Meat and Cheese option. It was one of the basic things he learned under the watch of his mother.

ceirn perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
navarre perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

As garl kneels upon the ground to begin cleaning up the fetid mess of human infection and waste, the door opens and in walks a rather short woman in a subdued green dress.
Mychel! how's supper meal coming? Do i need to help with anything? I have to prep- she cuts off, her mouth hanging open as she stares at the severe mess upon the floor. Her long brown hair falls over her shoulder, covering the front of her chest and stopping just over the pleats upon her abdomen. Her hands drop the small package and clasp over her stomach. She speaks louder in a commanding voice. Who are you? what have you done? Where is my brother?! Why-Oof! it stinks! What happened here! Did you- Is my brother? Where is my brother! She continues to repeat the same thing over and over again, each time getting louder and louder.

OCC: Does Talia hear this upstairs? And if she does, does she recognize the voice?

"I assume your brother is Mychel? I am Jak." Jak answers the woman as he comes down the stairs, following after Garl. There wasn't much more to be done anyway now. This Mychel's fate seemed in the hands of the Light now, or at least, in Talia's.

"He is upstairs resting, with Talia, a traveling companion of ours. He knows her I believe, perhaps you do as well? His leg is badly infected and he was in need of treatment."

"Thank you, Lazar. I'll try to stay out of your way." Garl gathers the indicated items. As he starts to return to the other room he'll note "Man was too far gone for me to help. Talia's tried. Now we need to wait."

Then he moved back into the common area and began trying to clean up the mess.

"He is in bed, upstairs. Hopefully healed. Neither of you have been caring for his leg properly. This all came out of him. He's lucky to have lived until we got here, and will be far luckier yet if he recovers." Assuming she doesn't run up the stairs (as I think I would), he'll try to answer more of her questions. "I'm Garl. I did what I could to help him overcome . . . THIS. Which really wasn't much. The one who did what could be done is sitting with him upstairs. Her name is Talia. Lazar's in the kitchen making food. Mychel will need quite a bit of food, I imagine."

'Weapons that work with his natural nimbleness?' Curious about Ceirn's statement Navarre turns to asks, "What would you preference...." He pauses as a short woman in a green dress hurries past, into the walkway beside the tavern. Nodding his head that direction, he continues. "I'm sorry, what would your preference in weapons be?" Seeing the woman enter the tavern, Navarre shrugs, "Maybe she can tell me where the stable for the inn is." He pauses for a second before he enters. "Assuming they have one."

Walking into the low ceilinged, poorly lit dining area, Navarre again ducked, making sure he doesn't hit his head. Pausing, wrinkling his nose at the stench, he arrives in time to hear the woman yelling about her brother. Holding the door open both to shed more light in and to clear the air, he listens as Jak and Garl introduce themselves; explaining they were companions of Talia, the details of what had transpired and where the womans brother was.

Looking around the room as the door shut, he realized all that was left was the cleanup. Hunkering down, he moved back to the table where he had sat before, waiting for the woman to calm down so he could ask her about the stable.

talia perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 talia, you kind of hear. you heard the noise, but not precise words.

The woman, hearing the words Mychel and upstairs, she sprints to the back and rushes up the narrow wooden stairs. Her shoes slam hard into the hardwood.

[spoiler=talia]You heard a woman yell something, lull, and then the sound of shoes hammering hard into the stairs and down the hall. A flash of green goes past the door, but a hand slaps onto the door frame, arresting her movement. the knuckles grow white from exertion and suddenly Schrei stands in the doorway. Mychel! What happened to- Talia! what are- How? Where? Why-? Ugggg! Be quiet Schrei! She clacks her mouth shut, her eyes riveted to Talia's.

Talia smiles warmly at Schrei and says calmly, "He is fine now but it may take a day or two for him to fully recover. It seems the Wheel is not quite done with him yet. Come sit you do not need to worry about dinner and I would much like to know how you have been and what has been going on since I was last here. Well other than that," she gestures to Mychel's stump, as Mychel enlightened me to that change."

Once the pleasantries are duely addressed and both are caught up on what each has been doing, Talia will ask Schrei about the individual that they had come looking for. Talia will also ask Schrei if their is anyone she knows that is in desperate need of healing and to let others know that she and another healer are here for at least another day. Talia was aware of just how effective the grape vine was with those who were affluently challenged and she expected that the word would get around fairly quickly once Schrei and her had finished chatting.

everyone, got word from tenora. she is no longer able to play with us. so there is only one healer left in the group.

Schrei, looking at her unconscious brother and taking in the enormity of everything that has transpired to her brother, answers absently. Hmm? oh. Yes. Sounds like Brytun. Not sure though. The knitting circle talked about him being abscent from his store for too long, or so im told. Wouldnt act in such a way if he was properly married to a proper woman.

she sits down onto her brothers bed, and lays her hand upon his. Yes. ok. Healing. Is-Is it ok if i was alone with Mychel for a few minutes? She finishes her question, yet her tone is heavy with sadness. her hand clasps firmly around mychels, and holds him tight.

"If you must be alone with him I can step out of the room but I would prefer not to. You know I care greatly for you and your family due to my time that I spent here. Further there should be nothing between us that would prevent you from viewing me as your sister and sharing whatever you need to share with our brother." Talia waits to see what Schrei has to say to this, completely prepared to stand up and walk out but hoping that Schrei undertands and that is not necessary.

Ceirn takes a seat in the kitchen and leans his throbbing head back against a wall and waits for food.

"Ceirn good, Taste"Lazar says as he holds out a Ladel.

"Now check the bread"The Domani chef says as he slips a knife back into his shirt sleeve.

Not exactly sure, nor not exactly caring, what's going on upstairs; Navarre gets up from his table. Keeping his head low, he heads behind the bar. Picking up a leather 'jack' he wipes the rim with his shirt-sleeve while moving to the nearest tap. Pouring himself a pint of dark frothy liquid, he sips it moving back to the table; making a mental note to keep track of his own tab.

Garl looks up from the mess he's still trying to get cleaned up. "He's upstairs, in bed. Wasn't taking care of his leg. I think he'll live. I hope he will."

Talia bows her head and stands up, "Do let me know when you have finished your conversation, as I am not sure how long it will be before he wakes up." She then departs the room to live sister and brother in private and heads down stairs.

OCC:As Talia comes down the stairs does she recognize any of the men from the last time she was here. Also do let me know when Talia does get down stairs.