[ We find Our n00bz0rz going along the country roads of Brighthome. It's still a dark and stormy night, but they figured they'd get going and get a start on their journey. The believe that one of the fortified campgrounds that dot the major roadways in Brighthome Canyon is just up ahead, and soon they will be able to stop for the night under somewhat less dark and stormy circumstances. ] [ Suddenly, a monster attacks! Okay, not really. But they could, at any moment! ] [ Session... Start! ] * Rocky seems very calm, a latern out and lighting his way, enjoying the rain on him. "I love weather." Really? I'm feeling a bit under it. * Erica is dressed in the same non-descript brown clothing that she was wearing when she met Cybele and Rocky at the tavern. * Cybele could, in theory, prevent the storms from coming then allow them to come later. But that really isn't necessary, since campgrounds are nice to stay at anyways. Regardless, she walks along with an endless torch lit and on her side little hampered by the rain. Krinjyr is at her side not liking the water at all, though. * Cybele has quit IRC (Read error: Connection reset by peer) * Cybele has joined #Busytavern * Rocky laughs. "Ah! A joke, wonderful." * Cybele could, in theory, prevent the storms from coming then allow them to come later. But that really isn't necessary, since campgrounds are nice to stay at anyways. Regardless, she walks along with an endless torch lit and on her side little hampered by the rain. Krinjyr is at her side not liking the water at all, though. I figured a little lightening of the mood couldn't hurt. (Ah, discount that second one then) * Cybele smiles. "I could brighten things up if it'd make you feel better." No, that was another joke about the lightning... never mind. Let's just get to someplace dry. I don't mind being wet at all. I don't much care for it. I'm not looking foward particularly much to the underwater city. * Tyriss walks out of the shadows with the hiss and spark of an igniting match the first sign of his being around, he takes a pull from the ciggarete before he speaks, "Dry is a relitive term, I would have joined you all a bit ago, but I had other business I was tending." * Cybele shrugs. "If you hate water, then when you have to touch it it'll be that much more unpleasent. Of course, Krinjyr doesn't find that pleasent at all." Oh, I didn't think of Krinjyr... * Erica looks at the mysterious stranger. "And you are?" * Rocky blinks a bit looking over at Tyriss, waiting. * Cybele turns to Tyriss, showing a smile at him. "Hmm? Who are you now?" Tyriss, I herd your little delemma, and well, I can't leave people hangin. ((heard, dang typos)) Oh, interesting. I just wonder, why chose now to reveal yourself? 'Cause I just got here, can't verywell do something when your not here, huh? * Tyriss looks over the group, he raises an eyebrow just a bit and cracks a small grin when he looks at Erica, then takes another drag from the cig. * Cybele snickers. "True enough. How did you hear of our situation then? I don't doubt your good intentions, but someone coming out of the shadows at night and looking rather smug from behind some unsuspecting adventurers does throw up a few red flags, if you know what I mean." * Rocky shakes his head watching Tyriss. * Tyriss exhales a jet of smoke kinda like a dragon throwling out a small blast of flame, "Oh yeah I can understand the questions, I was in tha bar. But like I said had other business I was in then, man can't drop evreything. But I came as soon as I could, sorry for the worries. Well, we can question him when we're out of the rain. Then by all means, no need to get soaked just cause I showed up. * Cybele looks cautiously at Tyriss. "Hmmm... If he needs too much more questioning. Come on then, I assume you know of the situation and what we're setting out to do. Another hand would be helpful." * Robin sets mode: +o Cybele I don't understand why so many people going underwater have issues against rain. * Tyriss falls into step with the group, the only sound he makes is a wispery burn that occurs when he takes a drag. So, Tyriss, what is it you do anyway? Goods and services allocation specialist, with a bit of people skills, and some manangement training. * Cybele stops at a seemingly unimpressive spot. "Well, I suppose this is as good a time to stop as any, wouldn't you think?" She takes out a few arcane components: a miniature ivory portal, a piece of polished marble, and a tiny silver spoon. She mutters a few arcane words and finishes casting a spell, opening a feint shimmering portal. * Tyriss takes one last drag and then tosses the cig out toward the night, where it is snatched and dissapears. * Cybele motions. "Come on in." ^^ She walks into the portal with Krinjyr right behind her. * Rocky nods. "Of course. It looks good." He heads into the portal. * Tyriss gestures to the portal, "Miss" * Erica follows everyone into the portal. "Well, you travel in style, don't you?" * Tyriss follows Erica in. Sure beats walkin, I'd say. (Anybody who wants can spellcraft check to see the spell is Mord's Magnificent Mansion, DC 22) * Rocky looks around inside. "May I cook?" Oh, if you wish. There's food already prepared, and invisible servants to help you if you want. They just come with the workings of the spell, you know? Beats pitching a tent. * Tyriss nods a bit, his shadows shrugging it's shoulders instead, as he looks around. It's always so bland with this magic. It's the same thing over and over and over again. [The mansion is very large, and is simply laid out with a main foyer with stairs, a dining room behind those, and rooms upstairs. The walls have numerous plants over them of all varieties, and the colors are mostly white and green, with gold lacing every so often. ] * Erica whistles in appreciation as she walks about the place. "You never go without the comforts of home, do ya?" [The kitchen is right next to the dining room and fully functional. The lower floor has a couple large rooms flanking the foyer, preumably for large gatherings and such. Although given that the mansion can be changed between casting...] I had enough dealing without the comforts before I learned this spell. I might as well enjoy them now, right? Good enough reason. So, where can I go to get some food? hey, little bit of home where ever ya, go, no-one can fault ya for it. [Krinjyr bounds up the stairs and to the left, entering one of the rooms. Apparently the cat has his own room in the place as well.] I have my box. * Cybele was, for the record, casting that spell in leafweave armor. Not something easily doable. "Here, I'll show you to the dining room." * Rocky finds a place to set up a kitchen and pulls out a box from his backpack and then pots, pans, herbs, knives... * Cybele walks behind the foyer stairs and into a large dining room, with two long tables and numerous chairs. There's already a multiple course meal laid out, but Rocky probably has something to say about that. * Erica follows along, jaw not quite dropping at the sight of all that food. "Well, I doubt I shall go hungry. Do we have anything we need to discuss? I'd rather do it over food." * Tyriss walks in his cloak shifting into a vest, "Always great to see what magic can do." * Rocky starts to break out into a traditional halfing song. "The Stupid Orc", though it's in the halfling language. Go ahead and start eating if you want, or wait for Rocky to cook something for you. I'm sure Rocky's food would taste better than these conjured foodstuffs. * Tyriss walks over to the table and pulls chairs for the ladies, helping them get seated before he himself finds a chair. * Erica sits down at the table, accepting Tyriss's not really needed help. "Don't mind if I do." * Cybele walks to an oddly placed armor stand in the room and starts taking her leafweave armor off. Yes, she is wearing clothes beneath it so there's no reason to oogle. "So you're a sort of, um... generalist, Tyriss?" * Rocky pauses the song. "What do people and animals want?" And the song picks back up. In a manner of speaking, yes. A troubleshooter, trained at the Academy. * Cybele pauses for a couple moments. "Krinjyr wants a deer if you have any, and I would apprecaite something simple. I'll let you decide what to serve." * Rocky still singing soon has a plate of thick, very rare venison steak handed to cybele and heads back to the kitchen. Me, I'll be fine with wine or beer, I already ate. I may nibble a bit, though. * Cybele hands the very large steak over to an invisible servant to take up to Krinjyr. So, how far away is this underwater city we're going to? The academy... Yes, I had some training there too, but it was a little removed. They're good teachers though. ^^ (s/The academy/The Bygasse Acadamey) As far as it takes no doubt. * Rocky is soong cutting, dicing, frying, and cooking in his impomptu little kitchen, having a grand time in there. The smells of real, fresh made food start filling the house. Yeah, and yourselves? * Erica pulls on her elven ear. "It's been many a year since I was last at the academy." Well, as you see I cast magic and have a connection with nature. I was trained at the acadamey int he arcane arts and by instructors in the woodlands, but I've forgotten how long it's been since I was there. Longer than I I'd wager, I graduated just when Misato got hired Any of you recent attendies know how she's doin, if any are? [ Now's a good time for everyone to describe themselves again, too. ] /me Cybele is a humanoid female of somewhat otherworldly origin. She's dressed as an adventurer, with a number of packs and a scrollcase at her side. Notable among her equipment is a nature motif, mostly that of animals and of storm clouds along her armor, bracers, and anklets. As for appearance, she has muted grey eyes and medium-length black straight hair. She's definetly tall at almost six feet in height, and has pale, nearly si (Oh crap) (Why the hell did it copy the return? c.c) (Let's try that again.) * Erica is dressed in non-descript brown clothing. Brown slacks, a brown shirt, two club-like sticks tucked into her brown belt. Her black hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Her figure isn't really apparently under the non-descript clothing on purpose. "I usually find my way around places where I'm not wanted and find things people don't want me to find." * Cybele is a humanoid female of somewhat otherworldly origin. She's dressed as an adventurer, with a number of packs and a scrollcase at her side. * Cybele has a definite storm and nature motif with her gear, notably with the armor, bracers, and anklets. The armor however is on a stand and not being worn. She has muted grey eyes and black straight hair of medium length. She's almost six feet tall, and has pale, nearly silver, skin. She has two dulled feather wings on her back made of adamantine; magical in nature. I've also been known to end a scuffle. I don't prefer to start them, but I am capable of ending them. * Tyriss is a Tall Moon Elf, his white hair hangs in a tail at about the top of his shoulder blades. He's wearing simple cloathes, the kind of things you'd expect a traveler to be in. His shadow has a very bad habbit of not mirroring his actions. * Rocky is a smallish humanoid male with horns. His body is muted earth tones and his clothes refect those same colors. He right now looks like some sort of demon with the fire, flashing knives, and the clank of pots reflecting them. * Cybele smiles. "All of us being good people, we would never start a scuffle, would we?" Sometimes they start themselves, sadly. Usually some person that doesn't know any better starts them. I don't like finishing them, but I do. Yes, and then it is certainly good to end them, even if it's not enjoyable. . (((oops))) * Rocky makes himself an annoyance as he continues to sing, lightly seasoned vegatables with matching simple steak strips, grilled for Erica. A fine beer and fresh made big soft pretzels for Tyriss. Thanks, other than cook what do you do? * Rocky stops and grins at Tyriss. "Sing." * Erica tries Rocky's food and replies with slice of cucumber hanging slightly out of her mouth, "Not bad. Could use some more salt, though." [ I love how free you guys are with information. ] * Cybele grins. "Always a critic?" How can you ever improve if people don't give you critizisms? * Rocky continues to sing and heads back to the kitchen pulling out a very elagant and danty looking dish of...something and puts it in front of Cybele. * Cybele takes it and takes a small bite of the dainty dish. Does it at least taste good? Hmmm, so then we know the breif of what each other can do, and I hope that people are less worried by my arival, we can emjoy the food and maybe do a bit more talking. ((That dish had BETTER taste good)) * Rocky pulls out a hearty stew for himself and another beer, sitting down and stopping the song again as he eats. I would hope so. I've been gone for a very long time, so I'm interested in what's been happening recently in Brightenhome. * Tyriss nurses his beer quietly as others eat. * Cybele smiles at the dish. "Wow, this is fantastic. What do you call it, Rocky?" Well, when I graduated we had gotten a few new instructors. Other than that, not much I can say, they wrote me off as dead so I here. (((Hear not here...))) We call it the small little lamb. My group had an accident, a bridge collapsed, I was lucky enough to be slowly bleeding to death while the others had died on impact. Well, that's rather unfortunate. * Cybele frowns. "That's really too sad. I won't ask you to continue that tale if it makes you uncomfortable." * Tyriss shrugs, "It's not so bad, they were given a propper funeral, I've been a free agent after I got better." My story is not so sorrowful. When you're an elf and the rest of your allies are humans, your allies retire faster than you do. Depressing though. Eh, you can either mourn the past for what you lost, or remeber it for what you gained. * Rocky continues eating just listening. I assume they've moved onto their final rewards, Erica? Of course. I was there at their burial. *burials * Cybele nods to Tyriss. "Then yes, it's best to focus on the good." So, what have you done up to this point, Cybele. You don't talk too much about yourself. Why don't you regale us with a tale of your deeds?" * Cybele hmms. "Well, I did go to the acadamey, but I left to adventure on my own. I raised Krinjyr while doing that, but I have a small case of amnesia unfortunately." She grins sheepishly. "I've tried what I can to remove it, but it still persists, so I can't honestly regale you of my marvelous and magnificent accomplishments aside from raising a tiger from birth." * Tyriss nods a bit as he drinks. So, not to kick the cook outa enjoying his meal, but what about you? * Cybele is somewhat relieved to have the topic away from her. "Yes, I'm wondering that myself. How about you?" Yes, give us a tale of your travels as well. * Rocky finishes up a bite, looking over at them. "I travel with adventures, cook for them, and offer what little ability I have on the combat field." His voice drops a bit, to an almost whisper, "I breath like a dragon." Well, if you travel with adventurers, surely you have an interesting tale to tell? It's raining outside, and there's no weather like a thunderstorm for some good tale telling. * Tyriss nods and goes back to his drink, this time staring into it, like the rim of the mug were the edge of the abyss. And breathe like a dragon? You don't look like a dragon, that's for sure. No offense if you're aspiring to be one, mind. * Rocky laughed a bit. "If you would like me to show you? My species all can breath the element we are tied to but I'm more gifted. As for my tales...I'm afraid that I'm not good at telling stories." You must be better than me! At least you can remember them. If he doesn't feel up to it, there is no need to push, there's something to be said for a person who's humble about their exploits. * Rocky shrugs a bit. "I was with a group once that kept going through the most amazing tings overly quick. I was often stunned by how they would conquar each challange. Then, a simple rabid rat attacked us. It took over two hours to defeat." * Cybele snickers. "A rabid rat. Were they not ready to face such a threat?" * Rocky laughs "It was after we had bedded down and the thing kept going into the armor and darting out to bite." I bet they didn't sleep well that night. There's a moral in this story. Little things kill. Don't hide your food stuffs in your armor, thinking that it is safe there? * Rocky smiles, "don't forget the small stuff." Always check for rats when you're putting metal on your body. * Cybele nods. So, you talked about a problem, care to give me the recap about what it is? Well, you were listening in on us in the tavern, didn't you catch what we were discussing? Not all of it, I had another discussion going on. Like I said, previous business, a very delicate negotiation. * Cybele hmms at Tyriss. "Well, simply put, we're setting out to rescue another band of adventurers that is believed to be held in Despril by the dread necromancer Gendo. It's no easy task, but I suspect you understand that already." I gave it my full attention, and your request. Hmmmm, Despril. Nasty place, if you don't know the laws. Who got locked up? Some friends that Cybele here thinks will be needed soonish. * Rocky nods. * Tyriss nods sagely, running his hand along his jaw. "Hmmmmm, What do you know about the place?" * Cybele nods. "Simply put. Well, I know it's underwater and that we'll likely be heading into Gendo's fortress by staying on the main streets to avoid attention." * Tyriss pulls out a small wooden case, sliding it open and pulling out a cig, he then snaps it shut and start to tap one end on the case while he seems deep in thought. I've never been to the place myself, so this should be interesting. Ok, know anything else about the place? Things like defences, forces, where your freinds are in teh city? ((the not Teh...))) Or is it just 'Use the main streets'? It's known that our targets are being held by Gendo, and that he has a sort of fortress in the city. Beyond that, I'm not exactly sure. It's warded fairly well against divinations, but if we get closer I can likely get more information. Warding against divinations? Wouldn't that drag MORE attention to his place? Yes and no. To those attempting divinations there, yes. I am here to provide what support I can. the city, for being run by a necromancer, is actualy a thriving place, rather clean, and for the most part teh people are happy. This is things I've learned baout the place. (You did it again. :D) (((about not baout, I swear, I should not reflexivly hit enter))) (You also did teh) * Cybele nods. "Which is why sticking to the main streets should be pretty simple." Wait, how'd you know that he's a necromancer? I don't think that that has been brought up yet in front of me. (((that one has plauged me for about a year when a freind did the whole "Don't type teh thing" to me while I was in deep thought))) Probably the same way he knows about the city. Cybele mentioned it, before she said what her plans were, remeber. Oh, I missed that. It happens, no worries, I'll sweat the details. Hmmm, gimmie a sec, can anyone open the door? Yes, but mind filling us in on what you're doing? Just gonna run to get a rumor, I'll both be back and here... * Cybele hmmms. "Okay. The portal will only let you in, though." * Tyriss stays sitting while his shadow rises from the flor and drifts off toward the door, opening it and leaving into the night. Just be a minute. * Tyriss reclines in the chair still tapping the cigarette on the case. That's only slightly weird. Don't stop planning on my account, I'm still here. * Rocky listens to this all, just letting people talk. I hope you don't mind me asking about your shadow? What, it's just a shadow? Well, just my shadow. Most shadows don't run off without the person the shadow is of. True, very true, only because you don't know how. Mmmm, Pardon, I have to let me back in. * Tyriss gets up and walks over to the door, opening it and reuniting with his shadow. * Tyriss walks back to his chair, contemplaitively. [ And so they ate, drank, and were merry. And then in the morning they woke up and wondered who those strange people next to them were. ] [ Except for that last part, which did not actually happen. ] [ Session End! ]