Elaksynder Roarik's page

Unconcious, Sil is plagued by nightmares in which she is chastened by devils and her own sister, a Chelaxian summoner.

This one - collapsed! A gesture of kindness, perhaps it would be, to return her to her friends?

<examines her head>

Cheers to Paracountess Dralneen for my transfer!

Cheers, indeed - her beauty surpassing all but wisdom!

in Infernal: An escaped slave - unexpected turn of events.

Friend Lazaro, your turn-out I shall always seek to attend!

Sil pats the comfortable chair next to her. "Well then my friend, have a seat. I might have been noble by birth, but am certainly noble no longer. Besides, Boony's going to fight the Growler."

A seat, then, gladly I shall take! 'Tis long roads, and miles at sea, since Nisroch - and even THAT city, among family, so teeming did it alien seem!

Fair few friends I've made as yet - still, Cheliax is friend to the Umbral Court, and they, my masters, bid me come, to aid in the finding of Paths, and then bring news of the wide world to their door.

Right! Back'ta da garden party den. Hava good'un, ya creepy roasters. Come see da match t'night.

Wot's ya doin' in town wit a dag, my skinny friend?

She is Tragedy, a companion most beloved!

... Suspect, I worry, that, in some way, offended some, perhaps, I have? All tongues but that of Shadow and Nidal, so foreign, I hope mad I do not seem!

Of course

Pours antoher glass

As for the events planned. We will be having a tournament filled with jousts and other feats of strength. We of course will be serving barbeque and cake.

If you wish to handle the setup that is fine.

Thank you deeply for the wine, yet ...

I know, I am afraid, nothing of what you speak of. I can garden, and make wicker furniture, and I can examine the dead and tend to the sick ... but "joust" cannot make.

Sil smacks her own face in frustartion at being mistaken for Boony's daughter, then points to her oversized, furry feet. "Halfling."

AH-HA! Apologies abundant, lady - mine hazy guess had been your size was that of a child, for I had averted my gaze as not to offend your family, me being of no noble birth.

Join you, then, I hope to - if Tragedy may accompany, I'll gladly walk the way.

Sil turns to Elaksynder and whispers out loud, the wine already taking its toll on her small body, "neither, I believe my friend is looking for a boxing match, you know, fisticuffs."

Unarmed fighting, then? A noble test, and honorable! If you should watch your father fight, then join you I may!

Friend Lazaro, I implore thee - if a ball, for the demonstration of our Queen's generosity, you wish to throw, allow me to make assistance.

Also, my wine seems to have been finished, a quickly! A second?

looks to Boony while feeding his wolf cake and BBQ

Wait, sir - said you of a match? Chess or oratory?

Get that man a seat and some cake. Maybe a bottle of whiskey.

Notices the halfling running up behind

Hello my dear care for a seat. Maybe some wine and cake?

Quite good, the cake - the wine, I should try before I make boast of the same, but ... MMM! Exquisite!

<too busy scarfing cake & BBQ>

Wait, a ... a ball, says he? With dancing, then, unless I miss my guess - and music, too?

Such a thing, sirs, I've not seen - nor even known to be a truth! If women, there shall be, I should expect I'll need attire much more formal! And perhaps a bath as well, not for just myself but also Tragedy!

Sit, I shall, friend Lazaro - and hope, I should, that this might not be our last opportunity for acquaintance, but rather the first of many!

From whence hail you, sir, if I may ask - oh, and trouble you, might I, for cake as well? Neither I nor Tragedy ...

<pets his wolf>

... have eaten scarce enough since setting out from Ridwan.

Pathfinders we all, and honored thusly for our discovery of the winding ways - drink deep, friends, and know that beneath skin or even blood, we are united in soul.

I apologize - my iron mask, I had not removed, for I had expected no such gentle company! And worse, before, I spoke too quickly - the lovely young lady here not yet done with her song, or at the least her hosts still contemplating the melody's virtues.

My heart, I am afraid, was roused to speak too soon - I am unused to such fine music, all but unheard, deep in the Uskwood.

Such quality, this city, and such charm, my hosts - they are kind, even as Taldorians slight Qadirians in the very house of the Majestrix. All honor to the City of Thorns, and to Queen Abrogail the Wise, and all whom she commands!

My lady, where DID you learn to sing so beautifully - so unlike anything I've heard before?