*giggle*
*throws more glitter on goblin*
Oops. ;P
"Gah! Stop doing that, cursed fae!" The goblin stomps way to get a drink.
As the party goes on, a shooting star streaks across the tapestry of the night sky, to the delight of any onlookers.
The only thing even remotely abnormal about it is the faint, almost intelligible screaming that seems to come from it as it hurtles to the horizon offshore and out of sight.
Danae quietly crept away from the club wondering if she could track down the strange falling star. Well, even if she couldn't it wasn't like she had anything better to do. She was supposed to be grounded. She set off after it with a slight backward glance to make sure nobody saw her leave.
A surveyor of the over lands learns to be observant, and to work swiftly and disturb as little as possible the land.
Seeing someone leave by themselves and following discretely, then finding a better path on her heading, even with a bad leg and another one even worse, he let Danae catch up to him, where he'd set himself down with a dull thud and a heavy sigh.
"I've already gotten entirely too old for this, are you looking for something out here, or just unduly trying to cause concern for your elders?"
"Eep! Er......I just wanted to know what that falling thing was....and, er, not worry my um, foster parents. You know, what they don't know, they don't have to worry about," she added with a hopeful smile.
Danae quietly crept away from the club wondering if she could track down the strange falling star. Well, even if she couldn't it wasn't like she had anything better to do. She was supposed to be grounded. She set off after it with a slight backward glance to make sure nobody saw her leave.
[Sniff Sniff]
"Well," Devlyn sighs quietly as he looks at Allura and taps his nose, "I guess Danae's already looking into 'employment opportunities' here at the Club..." :)
[Sniff Sniff]
"Well," Devlyn sighs quietly as he looks at Allura and taps his nose, "I guess Danae's already looking into 'employment opportunities' here at the Club..." :)
She sighed. "Ah, the joys of trying to raise a pickpocket/escape artist. I suppose we should intervene before she ends up in trouble again..."
She sighed. "Ah, the joys of trying to raise a pickpocket/escape artist.
"You've got to admit that she's one heck of a prodigy prodigy in that regard," he says with a chuckle as they get up.
I suppose we should intervene before she ends up in trouble again..."
"Not sure if we're too late on that mark or not - one of the new arrivals went after her. Through those trees and down towards the beach," he says as he spots Rowan nearby and gives a quick wave.
"Hey. Something wrong?"
"Hey. Something wrong?"
"Nothing major, I think. But we might have need of another good set of eyes and wits, my friend. Danae seems to have slipped out yet again, and managed to find this place. The older gentleman you were talking to earlier seems to have gone off after her. He's more spry than he lets on," Devlyn replies.
"Up for a little beachcombing?" he asks with a winning smile. :D
"Hey. Something wrong?""Nothing major, I think. But we might have need of another good set of eyes and wits, my friend. Danae seems to have slipped out yet again, and managed to find this place. The older gentleman you were talking to earlier seems to have gone off after her. He's more spry than he lets on," Devlyn replies.
"Up for a little beachcombing?" he asks with a winning smile. :D
"Sure, no problem. Always glad to help out a friend. So what does this Danae look like?"
"A teenage girl with dark hair and a full set of lockpicks," she answered drily.
"Sure, no problem. Always glad to help out a friend. So what does this Danae look like?"
"A teenage girl with dark hair and a full set of lockpicks," she answered drily.
"Pretty much, yeah. And since she's seen you with us a few times and thinks a freelancer like yourself is 'cool', you might have a better time with her here than we will. That's my humble hope, anyway..."
"Well, enough babble. Let's get to this so we can all get back to having a nice relaxing evening out, neh?" ;)
*chuckle*
"No problem. I just hope we find her quickly. Although the old guy seemed okay to me, so she's probably fine."
Rowan sets off in search of the old man and the young girl.
Interesting, she thinks to herself and moves forward cautiously to investigate.
"A teenage girl with dark hair and a full set of lockpicks," she answered drily.
"Haha! And lockpicks meaning..." The goblin stares, grinning. Then he shrugs. "Eh, stupid human jokes. I's sticking to setting horses on fire. That is funny! Now, I's gonna go pee!"
The goblins stomps off into the woods, dusting off some sparkle. He smells faintly of heavy drink.
"Eep! Er......I just wanted to know what that falling thing was....and, er, not worry my um, foster parents. You know, what they don't know, they don't have to worry about," she added with a hopeful smile.
"So you take it on yourself to set off after something you have no idea what it it is, alone and unarmed, with no idea of how to get there?
Consider yourself fortunate in 2 things, I don't discipline other parents children, and I'm curious as to what that thing or being or being might be, too, but I will be damned if I was going exploring by myself, at my age and in my physical condition."
It's clear he does not suffer fools gladly, he finds a suit able short and narrow enough but thick enough tree to suit his needs, unsheaths his blade and forms himself a suitable enough crutch. He removes his shirt revealing scars earned in battle, and uses the garment for padding under his arm.
"You lead, unless I find a better way where you're heading, then I'll point you in the right direction and try to keep up," he said resheating his blade, shorter and lighter than a short sword but cunning sharp, and handed it to her, "This thing is probably better in your hands now, I've got something I can use to stave heads in with if it comes to that."
"Eep! Er......I just wanted to know what that falling thing was....and, er, not worry my um, foster parents. You know, what they don't know, they don't have to worry about," she added with a hopeful smile."So you take it on yourself to set off after something you have no idea what it it is, alone and unarmed, with no idea of how to get there?
Consider yourself fortunate in 2 things, I don't discipline other parents children, and I'm curious as to what that thing or being or being might be, too, but I will be damned if I was going exploring by myself, at my age and in my physical condition."
It's clear he does not suffer fools gladly, he finds a suit able short and narrow enough but thick enough tree to suit his needs, unsheaths his blade and forms himself a suitable enough crutch. He removes his shirt revealing scars earned in battle, and uses the garment for padding under his arm.
"You lead, unless I find a better way where you're heading, then I'll point you in the right direction and try to keep up," he said resheating his blade, shorter and lighter than a short sword but cunning sharp, and handed it to her, "This thing is probably better in your hands now, I've got something I can use to stave heads in with if it comes to that."
Danae smiled wide when she realized that the old man wasn't going to rat her out to her parents and even wider when he handed her the knife. She hadn't had a good knife in quite a while. Something about the watch not being comfortable with the idea of her running around armed. Hmph.
"Right. I saw it go down over that way. Towards the beach."
Danae started off eagerly, stopping to hold back stray branches for the old man so that he would be able to move through the overgrown area more quickly.
Interesting, she thinks to herself and moves forward cautiously to investigate.Rowan begins her approach, heading slightly higher up the beach to get a better angle of view on whatever is there. As you close to within fifty feet, the form resolves itself into a humanoid figure lying face down.
If the deep furrows in the sand behind it are any indication, the figure appears to have pulled itself bodily from the surf, and recently too. She thinks she hears a moan over the lapping waves, but she can't be sure at this distance. She does, however, notice the torso rise and fall.
Rowan cautiously approached the figure, kneeling warily beside it once she was near it.
"And what happened to you I wonder?" she asked softly, looking around to see if there was anyone else present.
Rowan cautiously approached the figure, kneeling warily beside it once she was near it.
"And what happened to you I wonder?" she asked softly, looking around to see if there was anyone else present.
She notes that this stretch of beach - for the moment, at least - is empty.
The figure has dark hair, obscuring its face, and is wearing obviously soaked clothing - though it appears to somehow be charred as well.
The hands are covered in what look like some kind of dark, supple woven leather that disappear up what are left of the tunic's sleeves.
Oh yes...and, just above the smell of the saltwater, you get another unmistakable smell - the smell of brimstone. :)
She raised an eyebrow.
"Well, that's interesting."
She carefully reached out and turned the figure over wondering if this was prey, foe, or ally.
"And what's your story I wonder? Good, bad, misunderstood," she added amused.
"Well, you're still alive. I wonder if I should leave you that way? I don't suppose you'd like to become conscious now to give me any feedback on the matter?"
She traces the tattoos curiously. She'd spent so little time in hell, most of her existence being spent pretending to be an angel, it was hard to decipher what it might say.
"Fascinating. I wonder if it will happen again?"
She traces another tattoo with her finger.
It does indeed happen again as she runs her finger across his other cheek. Her time spent in the company of angels comes back to her as well, as the golden patterns now echo the Words of Creation...
She shudders, uncomfortable to see the familiar patterns. The past...it was best left alone. That way lay insanity...or the beginning of insanity, she wasn't sure anymore.
"Okay, buddy, last chance. Time to wake up," she said, more harshly than she'd intended.
Garble walks out of the woods, adjusting his tunic. He notices Danae and the old man, and frowns. "Hey, you!" he says. "What is this?"
He stares for a moment. Then shakes his head as if to clear it. "Sorry," the goblin mutters. "Stupid nose...isn't workies. Thought I's smells...hmph. What's you do, then, here? Isn't good for two, too old! Or...no, back to horsies. Need stopping with human jokes."
He seems a little out of sorts.
Seeing the change in the patterns on this person's skin distracted her for just a moment as she uttered those last words. Just long enough for her to take a hard, swift hit in her side that sends her tumbling into the sand.
Instinct kicks in, and she uses the momentum to come back up on her feet. The man is on his feet as well, his cheek twitching once as the golden color vanishes. His stance is low and balanced - the stance of someone used to fighting. His hands are up and partially clenched, but he is unarmed.
"Nice to see you decided to rejoin the land of the living," she said, sweetly. "You had me worried there for a minute. Interesting tats."
She put her hands up, palms out in a gesture intended to convince him that she was harmless. She hadn't decided what to do about him yet. That would depend in part on what he did next.
"I'm Rowan. And you are?"
Garble walks out of the woods, adjusting his tunic. He notices Danae and the old man, and frowns. "Hey, you!" he says. "What is this?"
He stares for a moment. Then shakes his head as if to clear it. "Sorry," the goblin mutters. "Stupid nose...isn't workies. Thought I's smells...hmph. What's you do, then, here? Isn't good for two, too old! Or...no, back to horsies. Need stopping with human jokes."
He seems a little out of sorts.
"Uh.....that was a joke?" she said, doubtfully. "Are you sure you um, understand the concept?"
"Uh.....that was a joke?" she said, doubtfully. "Are you sure you um, understand the concept?"Garble walks out of the woods, adjusting his tunic. He notices Danae and the old man, and frowns. "Hey, you!" he says. "What is this?"
He stares for a moment. Then shakes his head as if to clear it. "Sorry," the goblin mutters. "Stupid nose...isn't workies. Thought I's smells...hmph. What's you do, then, here? Isn't good for two, too old! Or...no, back to horsies. Need stopping with human jokes."
He seems a little out of sorts.
The goblin scowls. "Hey, back off, little girl child! You's human, way easiers for you's to working out talky jokes!"
The goblin scowls. "Hey, back off, little girl child! You's human, way easiers for you's to working out talky jokes!""Uh.....that was a joke?" she said, doubtfully. "Are you sure you um, understand the concept?"
"It..is? I'm sorry, I haven't met very many goblins before. One or two in the bazaar, but they were usually being chased by something. Not a lot of time for talking."
"Hey, um, did you happen to see that thing falling from the sky just now?"
The goblin scowls. "Hey, back off, little girl child! You's human, way easiers for you's to working out talky jokes!""Uh.....that was a joke?" she said, doubtfully. "Are you sure you um, understand the concept?"
"It..is? I'm sorry, I haven't met very many goblins before. One or two in the bazaar, but they were usually being chased by something. Not a lot of time for talking."
"Hey, um, did you happen to see that thing falling from the sky just now?"
"What? Maybe. I isn't watching. Was smelling like omelettes?" Though the goblin tries to hide it, he seems interested.
"What? Maybe. I isn't watching. Was smelling like omelettes?" Though the goblin tries to hide it, he seems interested.
"I think it was too far away to smell. At least for humans. Um, but if you can smell it from so far away...maybe you can help us find it. Please? It'll be fun!"
"What? Maybe. I isn't watching. Was smelling like omelettes?" Though the goblin tries to hide it, he seems interested."I think it was too far away to smell. At least for humans. Um, but if you can smell it from so far away...maybe you can help us find it. Please? It'll be fun!"
"Um..." the goblin hesitates.
Might be good to make friends here."Okay. I smelling something, but not being sure. May is not being thing you's seeing, but...thought I's smelling brimstone. Hmm. Oh! Spells, spells, spells!" The goblin reaches into a pocket and pulls out a very small eyeball. "Eye of fish, deftly plucked, find me faller, that been...uh....wrucked!"
The eyeball floats into the air and flies away direction. Garble tilts his head, as if listening for something.
Garble's sense of smell is strong, but I think being able to smell the brimstone from so far well enough to follow it could be a bit much. Hopefully this is a valid substitute. :P
the old guy gets near the beach and seeing what may or may not be a fight brewing takes the best position of cover and concealment available, first in a half crouch then prone; even with the stout walking stick he'd made for himself, he knows full well there will be all the Hells to pay when it comes time to stand up. He checked his other scabbard on his left hand side just to reassure himself he could still defend himself from this position, should the need present itself.
For the now he was content to watch and wait.
"Nice to see you decided to rejoin the land of the living," she said, sweetly. "You had me worried there for a minute. Interesting tats."
She put her hands up, palms out in a gesture intended to convince him that she was harmless. She hadn't decided what to do about him yet. That would depend in part on what he did next.
He man moves to the side, getting his back away from the surf. He doesn't take his eyes off of Rowan. His movement is deliberate, though just the tiniest bit shaky.
"I'm Rowan. And you are?"
"...Not...where I...was. Damn it..." he responds after a moment.
"Yes, those sudden dislocations can be a bit...startling. Just so you know, we have a bit of an audience," she said, her eyes darting back towards the trees, though she didn't move her head otherwise.
"Look, I don't know who or what you are, but I'm guessing you're on about your last legs. So if we could move on with the introductions? I'd like to have some idea if I should be helping you or just helping you leave faster."
"Tiefling," Garble mutters. "Knew it, knew it, knew it! Alak shkol."
He pulls out what seems to be a dead coal. "Stay back girl. This's may devolve into wesk...er, dead making."
"Yes, those sudden dislocations can be a bit...startling. Just so you know, we have a bit of an audience," she said, her eyes darting back towards the trees, though she didn't move her head otherwise.
"Look, I don't know who or what you are, but I'm guessing you're on about your last legs. So if we could move on with the introductions? I'd like to have some idea if I should be helping you or just helping you leave faster."
"...Anvaris. And I can leave on my own just fine lady, thanks anyway," he replies as he begins to back away down the beach.