Shiro's page

It seems like we have a bit of a dry spell here, for whatever reason. I don't want to move forward until you have some chance to do something, so I'll hold off for a while longer.

Ed - Have you heard from Chris lately? Is he OK?

OOC: Yeah, he's fine. He's hard at work trying to take down a world champion russian painter right now. It's remarkably like Rocky IV. I suspect he'll be laying low till the end of the month.

Shiro lays low in the boat, watching the creature while giving the others room to move. his left hand moves to his lump of chaos matter, keeping it at the ready.

Sorry, I forgot to mention that you could have more interaction with the drow before you leave Slag Hollow, if you like.

Once the group has left the tavern, Shiro comments to the others, "Careful with these drow. They are wise and devious in following their plans...if you let them they will take advantage of your weakness."

At the lake:

Shiro looks a bit hesitantly at the canoes. "How much will these carry? We need to cross quickly and silently or we will receive the rain of arrows. And what if this Zenith is unwilling to return? It will be difficult to cross back with a prisoner."

Shiro says little but enjoys the drink, keeping an eye on the drow throughout the evening.

OOC: Greetings...how was the trip?

Shiro flexes his arms against the shackles until they are unlocked and released. "If the mind flayers are involved in this plot, the road forward is likely more difficult. It is grim." Reaching into his pack, he pulls out a scroll case and hands it to Aelfric. "This was given to me by Celeste after meeting with the elder. The paper sends our messages to her. She showed unusual interests in the Sandman. Perhaps if you write of this Kravichak and his interest in Sandman, she will cause him trouble on his journey." A rare michevious smile is breifly seen on Shiro's face.

After Aelfric speaks, Shiro adds, "Are you of the ithillid?"

As soon as his mind is clear, Shiro rolls into the hall and heads to the right in the direction of the darts. The light of the fire beetles flickers momentarily off his blade as he moves it into the ready position.

Feeling the other presence in his mind, Shiro's face becomes grim as he slides the rest of the way to the ground and tries to eject the invader. Recalling his training in Limbo he tries to focus his thoughts on nothing but his breathing, which slows to a rhythmic pace.

Shiro drops into a crouch and presses himself against the left wall, hoping to make himself less of a target. He keeps his sword at the ready position but doesn't move out into the tunnel until he can see something.

OOC: Chuck, Did I read right that you are deploying? Most Webmail services are available at deployed sites. Most blogs and messageboards are blocked.. Keep our e-mail addresses handy, just in case.

Is there a way to set this board up threaded? Or is it soething that I have to do on my profile?

OOC: I think what Steve is asking (i was going to ask myself) is if there is a way to organize the conversations by character group...I can see it getting confusing with postings to three different plot lines all happening on top of each other.

The fog settles over everyone, hitting Phaethon and Shiro just as they wake. Everyone breathes in some of the fine particles, which feel oily and taste unpleaseant.

Give me actions in combat round form, please. (Genar has no go this round.)

Round 1: Shiro grabs his sword and covers his mouth with his opposite arm as he moves toward the doorway.

Round 2: Assuming nothing else has happened, he takes a wet cloth from Aelfric and ties it around his face.

OK....think I have this figured out now. I'm in.