So who's going with whom when the crew gets to Oberon? Iirc, Amir wanted to go with Angel? But I don't remember the rest.
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You're an interesting species. An interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.
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Thank you all for posting in a mostly timely manner. I'll get a post up sometime today, I'm off work til Monday evening.
Happy soon to be Xth birthday Kirah!
Nah was just clarifying
Kalim was satisfied that the rather nervous fairy had indeed told the truth, and didn't seem to be hiding anything further. He could understand her state, smiling once more at the little one, "You're quite welcome, little Kierie." His ears twitched as he considered her words. He didn't need to know what sort of magic she could do, just yet that is. The villagers had made it out that she was this scary terrorist, and yet she was shaking her before him just from a meeting with an authority figure. This girl hadn't hurt anyone, at least intentionally, in her life.
"Okay, since I do believe you are telling the truth, it is my final determination that you, nor any of your brethren, violated any Ebonfort laws, and were unjustly driven from the village. However, you also weren't a registered citizen, so unfortunately, I cannot punish those that drove you out. Which brings us to your little..." With this, he fanned out his paws, gesturing to the little fairy neighborhood, "Settlement. There is nothing wrong with you and your people living here. However..." He believed that he had a fairly accurate count of all the fairies living here, and was quite satisfied with the amount. "That does bring us to the very unfortunate task... One that brings me great... displeasure. I really, really hate to do this."
His eyes narrowed, his tail stopped wiggling as he looked at her seriously, a paw drifting to the knife at his hip. As it touched the hilt, "Paperwork. I so hate paperwork." With a flick of the wrist, the dagger was drawn so quickly and flung, that none of the fairies would be able to follow. However, they would hear the thunk as it embedded into the trunk behind them, piercing a very menacing looking wasp.
Looking at Kintaer now, noting the crease in his wing, and had put two and two together concerning her apprenticeship. "Are you still able to fly swiftly with that wing of yours? Because I will need you, and of course, Lyriia, to accompany me into Silent Rise proper."
He cast his gaze back to the young woman, "Are you able to speak for your entire settlement? It would make my life so much easier if so." His whiskers twitched as he saw this entire situation going very much in his favor. "Go fetch whatever you might need for spending a day away from here. I do hope someone can watch little Kierie while we're gone? I wish to head out in half a stretch." His tail was back to wiggling once more, that mischievous smile on his face, his head cocked to the side.
"Okay, since I do believe you are telling the truth, it is my final determination that you, nor any of your brethren, violated any Ebonfort laws, and were unjustly driven from the village. However, you also weren't a registered citizen, so unfortunately, I cannot punish those that drove you out. Which brings us to your little..." With this, he fanned out his paws, gesturing to the little fairy neighborhood, "Settlement. There is nothing wrong with you and your people living here. However..." He believed that he had a fairly accurate count of all the fairies living here, and was quite satisfied with the amount. "That does bring us to the very unfortunate task... One that brings me great... displeasure. I really, really hate to do this."
His eyes narrowed, his tail stopped wiggling as he looked at her seriously, a paw drifting to the knife at his hip. As it touched the hilt, "Paperwork. I so hate paperwork." With a flick of the wrist, the dagger was drawn so quickly and flung, that none of the fairies would be able to follow. However, they would hear the thunk as it embedded into the trunk behind them, piercing a very menacing looking wasp.
Looking at Kintaer now, noting the crease in his wing, and had put two and two together concerning her apprenticeship. "Are you still able to fly swiftly with that wing of yours? Because I will need you, and of course, Lyriia, to accompany me into Silent Rise proper."
He cast his gaze back to the young woman, "Are you able to speak for your entire settlement? It would make my life so much easier if so." His whiskers twitched as he saw this entire situation going very much in his favor. "Go fetch whatever you might need for spending a day away from here. I do hope someone can watch little Kierie while we're gone? I wish to head out in half a stretch." His tail was back to wiggling once more, that mischievous smile on his face, his head cocked to the side.
@Kelewen - They didn't see if he got crushed or not, they simply don't know, so they aren't sure if he's dead, injured, or simply separated.
The Silent Watch - A GM moderated story for Gregory Whitehorn
Starting Date and Time: Crimsia 24th, 300 DM, 20th Stretch
Starting Location: Center of Green Fall Village
CS URLs: Gregory
It was a fairly quiet evening in Green Fall, as the sun was setting. Most of the jacks had already returned, along with the patrolling Ebon Knights, as it was far too dangerous for all but the most highly trained to venture out there after dark. Young couples were out for casual strolls within the protection of the village borders, the tavern was in full, musical swing, and the Ebon Knights were changing shifts. A pair of young hobbicatts were chasing each other through the dirt streets, when they stopped and were staring at the roof of the tavern. Eventually, everyone outside was staring at various rooftops, all around, with the exception of Gregory's building.
Atop the roofs were many large gargoyles and smaller goyles, silently sitting and watching the denizens, but not moving. It was rather startling, as their kind only came around here rarely. The Lieutenant Knight on shift, a small, lithe human woman marched out to the center of the village. Scanning the roofs, she quickly found the largest of the gargoyles, and addressed it.
"What brings you all to our humble village? I do hope it's not to cause trouble, for you will find much more than you bargained for."
At that, several archers, crossbowmen, and javelin throwers readied their aim, awaiting their orders. The largest one, a particularly boulder like male, floated lazily down toward the woman. "We seek the one named Gregory Whitehorn. We do not wish to cause any trouble nor alarm. We come from Stone Crest, and are all registered. Is Whitehorn around?"
The Lieutenant nodded curtly and sent a knight off to find the gargoyle smith, if he didn't present himself promptly. That particular smith seemed to keep to himself mostly. He shouldn't be too hard to find, and had never caused issue before. She kept her piercing eyes on the large male, knowing she could have his wings clipped in three sword swings. Though personally, she preferred it didn't come to that.
Starting Location: Center of Green Fall Village
CS URLs: Gregory
It was a fairly quiet evening in Green Fall, as the sun was setting. Most of the jacks had already returned, along with the patrolling Ebon Knights, as it was far too dangerous for all but the most highly trained to venture out there after dark. Young couples were out for casual strolls within the protection of the village borders, the tavern was in full, musical swing, and the Ebon Knights were changing shifts. A pair of young hobbicatts were chasing each other through the dirt streets, when they stopped and were staring at the roof of the tavern. Eventually, everyone outside was staring at various rooftops, all around, with the exception of Gregory's building.
Atop the roofs were many large gargoyles and smaller goyles, silently sitting and watching the denizens, but not moving. It was rather startling, as their kind only came around here rarely. The Lieutenant Knight on shift, a small, lithe human woman marched out to the center of the village. Scanning the roofs, she quickly found the largest of the gargoyles, and addressed it.
"What brings you all to our humble village? I do hope it's not to cause trouble, for you will find much more than you bargained for."
At that, several archers, crossbowmen, and javelin throwers readied their aim, awaiting their orders. The largest one, a particularly boulder like male, floated lazily down toward the woman. "We seek the one named Gregory Whitehorn. We do not wish to cause any trouble nor alarm. We come from Stone Crest, and are all registered. Is Whitehorn around?"
The Lieutenant nodded curtly and sent a knight off to find the gargoyle smith, if he didn't present himself promptly. That particular smith seemed to keep to himself mostly. He shouldn't be too hard to find, and had never caused issue before. She kept her piercing eyes on the large male, knowing she could have his wings clipped in three sword swings. Though personally, she preferred it didn't come to that.
@The Grey Dust - There you go!
@ClocktowerEchos - You can move your CS to the CS section now, and welcome to Ruby Banks :D
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