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The Lesson of the Dragyn

[Crossroads Inn, Common Room]
[You are seated on a stool.]
Thinly varnished oak walls enclose this common room. Stretching along the back wall is a grimy datiawood bar, its wood counter warped from age and spilled drinks. An old, rather ornate chandelier is suspended from the ceiling and illuminates a menu that hangs over a small sign, which is tacked to a beam behind the bar. Wooden tables, chairs, benches and stools are scattered throughout the room, and a small lyre leans against a trash can, waiting to be played. Leading up to the second floor is a set of misshapen rickety stairs. You see Breen the barkeep. Also here is Vorctal and Tatiana (seated on a wooden bench).

The aroma of freshly cooked food fills the air.

Muffled voices can be heard from nearby tables.
The only obvious exit is out.

Vorctal says, "I'm going on an expedition to Suton trail. Any takers? Would luv the company..."
You say, "I'm scared of orcs."
Vorctal says, "Dont be."
You say, "Get goosebumps all over and wet myself, you know how it is."
Tatiana says, "Vorctal'll protect ya."
Tatiana laughs at you.
Vorctal says, "Tatiana, why don' ya come with me n' Jurion here."
You say, "I have to come in Breen's and drink the ale to feel better."
Vorctal struggles to pull you to your feet.
You chuckle.
You say, "I'm allergic to orcs."
You say, "They make me break out in hives."
Kyra comes into the bar.
Vorctal says, "You'll survive."
Kyra walks over to a bar.
Vorctal says, "What don' kill you makes you stronger."
Kyra plops herself down at the bar.
Vorctal says, "Good money there."
Vorctal nods to you.
Kyra says, "Or it jes hurts ya real bad."
Vorctal says, "Think of it.."
You say, "I like to avoid hives, unless you want me to scratch uncontrollably for the rest of my life."
Vorctal says, "All the girls will be all over your."
You say, "They already are."
You waggle your eyebrows.
Vorctal says, "But you wont have to pay them this time."
Vorctal waggles his fingers.
You say, "Yes, but that's why I'm drinking ale. That way I don't spend all my wench money."
Vorctal says, "Bah..."
Vorctal says, "I need someone with a spine to join me."
Vorctal mutters.
Kyra asks, "Ey! Whatcha got to drink, mate?"
Kyra raises an eyebrow in Breen the barkeep's direction.
Vorctal meanders out to the street.
You say, "Try the ale, at least he didn't brew that." to Kyra.
Tatiana grins at you.
Kyra asks, "Ale eh?"
You say, "Of course, you'll have to listen to him go off about Queen what's-her-name."
Kyra grins broadly. What a clown!
You say, "But it's good ale anyhow."
Kyra says, "That a mighty strange name fa a queen."
You nod to Kyra agreeably.
Kyra raises an eyebrow in Breen the barkeep's direction.
Tatiana says, "It's even weirder when Breen says it."
Kyra nods to Breen.
The dwarf gives her a half-hearted nod.
You say, "Rude, too, isn't he? Why we drink here, I can't understand."
You glance at Breen the barkeep and tsk.
Kyra says, "Eh 'e's a dwarf. they all be rude blokes."
You sip some Shades of Night Ale from your pint jar.
This ale tastes smooth and light, with just a slight fruity aftertaste.
Tatiana's tail twitches.
Tatiana grins.
Breen the barkeep grins broadly as he proudly gazes at the new addition to his menu.
Kyra slaps her hand down on the bar and demands a drink.
Kyra nods to Breen.
Kyra asks, ""ow bout one on tha house mate?"
Kyra raises an eyebrow in Breen the barkeep's direction.
Kyra peers at Breen the barkeep.
You say, "Now you're sounding like Kot."

> l my jar

This jar is made from pale greenish-blue glass.
It contains:
Full bodied and rich, this ale is the color of dark amber with just a hint of violet within its depths.

It looks to be almost three-fourths full.

Kyra raises an eyebrow in your direction.
Kyra asks, "Me?"
You nod agreeably.
Kyra asks, "Kot tha town drunk ah take it?"
Tatiana shakes her head.
Tatiana says, "That's him I think."
Tatiana points at you.
You laugh.
You say, "I have an ale, I get a reputation."
You tsk.
Tatiana grins at you.
Kyra says, "Okay ya stingy bugga."
Kyra gets a handful of sovereigns from a scruffy-looking faded black knit pouch.
Kyra says, "Lets see 'bout this ale.."
Kyra hands Breen the barkeep some money.
Breen pours some Shades of Night Ale into a jar and hands it to Kyra saying, "May the gods bless the Queen of Nellcwyln till the end of her days!"
Breen the barkeep gives Kyra her change.
Kyra says, "Blah blah..."
Kyra smirks at Breen the barkeep.
Tatiana rubs her ears.
You say, "You see? Queen what's her name."
Tatiana grins.
You sip some Shades of Night Ale from your pint jar.
This ale tastes smooth and light, with just a slight fruity aftertaste.
Kyra says, "Neva heard of 'er."
Kyra shakes her head at you.
Kyra swallows some Shades of Night Ale.
Kyra licks her lips.
Kyra nods approvingly.
Kyra says, "Not bad.."
Kyra hiccups.
You say, "Cheaper than the whiskey, too."

[ Jurion wanders up to the Town Green and encounters Xelian and Dracan having a tryst. ]

[City of Kaezar, Town Green]
Growing wild along the bank of the river, a rosebush drapes its blossom-heavy canes over the low stone wall that borders this side of the common lawn. Pathways have been beaten into the grass of the meadow-like green by the constant traffic of many feet. Also here is Xelian (seated) and Dracan (seated).
Obvious exits are west, northwest, and north.

You say, "Whoops."
You chuckle.
You say, "I beg your pardon."
Dracan says, "I think we will."
Xelian smiles.
Dracan grins at you.
Xelian puts her finger to her lips.
You say, "You people, hogging the best rosebush."
You tsk.
Xelian exclaims, "Caught us!"
Dracan chuckles.
Xelian exclaims, "Fie!"
You say, "A fie on me indeed."
Xelian presses the back of her hand to her forehead and wails.
You say, "I suppose it's a private conversation and I've got to leave."
You sigh sadly.
Dracan shakes his head.
Dracan says, "Not really."
Xelian pats the grass.
You ask, "Really? May I loiter and bother you, then?"
You say, "Let me get rid of this first, I've had enough of it."
Dracan says, "But ye might wish tae run when ye hear the topic of discussion."
You act: Jurion moves over to a rosebush.
You pour some Shades of Night Ale on the grass.
Seeing that your pint jar is empty, you set it aside.
Xelian says, "Certainly we can all share the rosebush."
Dracan grins at you.
Xelian peers at the grass.
You say, "I assume if the rose dies, the ale is trouble."
You act: Jurion wanders back to Xelian and Dracan.
You sit down on the grass.
You say, "Or puts out purple flowers."
Dracan says, "We were just talking about marriage, general and mine..."
Xelian says, "I'm still waitin' to wake up one mornin' and find Kot has turned lavender."
You raise an eyebrow.
Dracan chuckles.
Dracan says, "That would certainly be a sight."
Xelian asks, "Aren't ye glad ye sat, Jurion?"
You ask, "The appropriate question is, 'Who's the lucky lass'?"
Dracan grins.
Dracan says, "Athryne."
You ask, "Have you proposed?"
Dracan nods.
Dracan says, "Two nights ago."
You ask, "Has she accepted?"
Dracan nods.
You smile.
You say, "Then I congratulate you."
Dracan smiles at you.
Dracan says, "Thank you."

> l drac
Dracan is a darkelf man of r'tzar ancestry in his twenties. His brooding eyes are dark blue with with slate colored highlights. He has a regal nose, a frowning mouth, and a strong jaw. He wears his soft, shiny deep ebony hair in a sensable style, falling just below the shoulders in the back, with a few locks falling around the ears. He has long slender ears, dusty skin, and an impressive build.
He is holding a single imperial in his right hand.
He is wearing a spiked low-steel armet, a silver-handled thaenwood crossbow, some brown leather breeches, some ornate low-steel sabatons, a threaded black burlap sack, a suit of heavy iron chainmail, a flowing black frieze cloak, a plain fishing pole, some engraved low-steel gauntlets, and a scruffy-looking faded black hide pouch.

Xelian says, "Dracan has asked me to preside."
Dracan nods.
Xelian smiles.
Dracan asks, "Of course, who else would I ask?"
Dracan smiles.
You say, "Shadeark's ordained now."
You grin slightly.
Dracan shudders.
You say, "Could you imagine? 'You're married. Go away.'"
Dracan chuckles.
Xelian laughs.
Xelian nods.
Xelian says, "Oh that's..."
Xelian chuckles.
You ask, "Who presided when you and Kot were wed?"
You say, "I always meant to ask you."
Dracan orates:

"We're here to join this imperfect couple in imperfect matrimony..."

You say, "Or did you just... 'By my authority, we're married.'"
You chuckle.
You grin at Dracan.
Xelian says, "I was tempted to do that, actually."
Dracan grins at Xelian.
Xelian says, "But...Merow married us."
You say, "Ah."
You say, "Well."
Xelian asks, "Ye wouldn't expect Kot and I to have a conventional wedding, now would ye?"
You act: Jurion laces his fingers together.
You say, "I'd heard a bit about the trouble you had finding him."
Dracan says, "So Xelian, have ye seen Elli since she's come back around? Know ye two are close."
Xelian rolls her eyes.
Dracan smirks.
Xelian exclaims, "Out cold between two trash cans behind the Plum!"
Xelian says, "Like he'd been cold-cocked."
Dracan ponders the situation.
You chuckle.
Dracan says, "That's a way I never even thought of..."
Dracan grins playfully.
Xelian says, "And I mighta done that myself if they hadn't found him."
Xelian chuckles.
Dracan chuckles.
Xelian pushes on Dracan's shoulder lightly.
Dracan grins at Xelian.
Xelian says, "Aye, I've seen Elli. Wish she'd stay longer when she comes."
Dracan says, "Hey, I nay had the chance to tease back then..."
Xelian crosses her legs and drapes her cotehardie around her ankles.
Dracan nods to Xelian.
Dracan says, "Ran into her in front of Breen's, chatted with her for a little while."
Dracan says, "Of course she didn't remember me..."
Dracan smirks.
Xelian says, "It always lifts my heart to see Elli. We invariably end up gigglin' like a couple of little girls."
Dracan grins at Xelian.
You say, "I saw her this afternoon, but only for a moment."
You lean back while sitting on the grass.
Dracan says, "I think the whole town could use a little of that."
You say, "Everyone's so dire lately."
Dracan nods to you.
You say, "Gloom, orcs, doom, goblins."
Xelian says, "Mmm....we do need to laugh more."
Dracan asks, "Which brings up the point, when is that play going to be? Is there a date yet?"
You say, "Pity Sev didn't write a comedy."
You say, "Hm, let me think."

> time
'Tis six minutes till ten o'clock in the evening
upon Sonsday the eleventh day of Friarsmonth.
The Age of Dreams has held ascendancy for the past 637 years.

You say, "It's the eleventh of Friarsmonth..."
Dracan nods.
You say, "Second of Storme."
You say, "Just about two weeks."
Xelian says, "We could turn it into a comedy, easily."
You say, "All we'd have to do is continue on with the miscues."
Dracan says, "I'll be sure to keep that eve open, then."
You chuckle.
You nod to Dracan.
Xelian says, "But then, Severin would probably run us through if we mucked with his master work."
Xelian chuckles.
Dracan asks, "I assume it will be during the eve?"
You say, "He'd tear his hair, and then probably expire of apoplexy."
Dracan smirks.
You say, "I expect so, we haven't fixed on an exact time yet, but I wager it'll be late that evening."
Dracan nods.
You say, "Although I think we'll try to do at least two performances if there's a call for it."
Xelian exclaims, "Oh gad I still have a bruised knee from that first rehearsal!"
Xelian flails her arms about.
You laugh.
Dracan says, "Hopefully I'll be able to go with Athryne, would make a nice break from the "Clobber Dracan at Maedin" routine."
You say, "Your knee? Shala hauled me halfway across the stage by the neck when her foot got caught in my bandolier."
You say, "Ooh, gods, Maedin."
You shudder.
Xelian exclaims, "The boards on that bleedin' stage are warped, Jurion, I am tellin' ye!"
You say, "That book is a masterful cure when I can't sleep."
Xelian shakes a fist.
Dracan chuckles.
You say, "Yes, and I'm the one lying on them the whole play."
You say, "I think they're in the shape of my bum now."
Xelian laughs.
Dracan says, "Nay when ye play against Athryne, playing against her is a good thing tae do before a war."
You raise an eyebrow.
Dracan mutters.
Xelian grins at Dracan.
Dracan says, "She must have the grandest luck in Kaezar..."
Xelian asks, "Takes her game seriously, eh?"
Dracan says, "Nah, just a bit infuriating to constantly get beaten horribly."
Xelian grins.
You ask, "I don't suppose the wedding's going to be a formal affair?"
Dracan says, "Actually, we don't have much planned yet, other than Xelian presiding and the location."
You say, "I've got all this formal attire I had done for the Coronation, and I'd love to crash the service just for a chance to wear it."
Xelian says, "A formal affair. Oh that would be grand."
You say, "I make no assumptions as to an invitation, you see."
Xelian sighs.
You grin at Dracan.
Dracan grins at you.
Xelian glances at you.
You say, "We need to have a ball. Actually, we need to see the Prince crowned, but I think they forgot all about it."
Dracan says, "Don't know if there will even be invitations, might just be a come if ye want type thing, never know."
Xelian asks, "Don't think we'll ever get to wear the fancy garb for the reason we had it made, eh?"
You nod to Dracan.
You ask, "What are they waiting for? His birthday?"
Dracan says, "I think they crowned him and just never told anyone."
You say, "I think you're probably right."
Xelian tsks.
Xelian says, "I don't know which is worse."
Dracan says, "But I guess I don't have any fancy garb yet, so..."
You say, "Well, Sev's got three tailors competing to make costumes."
You say, "I bet the ones he doesn't use will be interested in extra business."
Xelian asks, "Have any of them finished the samples yet?" of you.
Dracan says, "Oh? I'll have to see if one of them will make a nice suit."
You shake your head at Xelian.
You say, "Not that I know of."
Xelian says, "I am so eager to see how they come out."
You say, "He said mine's going to have an arrow sticking out of it."
You gaze upwards to the heavens.
Xelian laughs.
Xelian claps her hands together.
Dracan stifles a laugh.
You say, "I haven't asked where."
You say, "The script doesn't say where, precisely, I've been shot, so I've resolved not to irk him."
Xelian says, "Aye, best not."
Xelian grins.
Dracan nods.
Xelian says, "He could make it most uncomfortable for ye."
Xelian says, "Jurion does actually spend the entire show on his back."
Xelian says, "It's a demanding part..."
Xelian lies down on the grass.
Dracan says, "Heh, sounds like the part for me..."
You nod seriously.
Xelian lets her tongue loll out the side of her mouth.
You say, "I get to crawl around a bit and shoot you, though."
Xelian crosses her eyes.
You laugh at Xelian.
You say, "That was in rehearsal. I'll just lie there looking wan when we actually perform."
You scoot over to Xelian.
You poke Xelian.
Xelian holds her stomach and laughs soundlessly.
Dracan chuckles.
You ask, "What do you ordinarily do for a marriage ceremony, Xelian?"
You ask, "Make faces at the newlyweds?"
Xelian rolls over and rests her chin in her hands.
Xelian says, "Actually, I am quite different when I perform such a service."
You act: Jurion stretches his legs out.
You cross your feet.
Dracan leans back on his palms.
Xelian says, "Very formal and reserved."
Xelian nods.
Xelian glances at you.
Xelian exclaims, "I am!"
Dracan says, "People would hardly know it was ye."
Xelian nods to Dracan.
Xelian grins.
You ask, "Supposing I stood in the audience and made faces at you behind Dracan's head?"
You act: Jurion makes a horrid face.
You say, "Yeaaagh."
You act: Jurion composes his face.
Xelian snickers.
You say, "Thusly."
Dracan smirks.
Xelian covers her eyes.
Dracan says, "This is nay the way to get invited..."
You say, "Very formal and reserved, she says."
Xelian says, "I would maintain my composure nonetheless."
Dracan pokes you.
You grin quickly at Dracan.
Xelian nods solemnly.
You say, "I've already been accused of being the town drunk tonight."
You say, "May as well complete the image."
You straighten your cuffs.
Dracan chuckles.
Dracan says, "But I thought everyone knew that's Kot's job..."
You say, "Now, now, let's not be catty. He has other talents."
Dracan says, "Aye, selling stockings..."
Xelian says, "The first thing a priest of any faith learns is that one does not call out for the attention of a diety, and then proceed to cut up like the village idiot."
Dracan smirks.
You chuckle.
Dracan grins at Xelian.
You say, "I take it the dieties do not appreciate that."
Xelian says, "Perhaps Leta would..."
You say, "This makes me wonder how Teru manages to invoke the Unnameable one and get away with it."
Dracan mutters.
Xelian grimaces.
Dracan stares off into the distance.
You say, "Not to bring a pall over the evening or anything."
You shift your weight.
Xelian chuckles softly.
Xelian says, "Funny how saying that name has that effect."
Dracan says, "Working with the man has nay raised my opinion of him much..."
Xelian asks, "Are ye still in the Fulcrum, Dracan?"
Dracan nods.
You ask, "How goes it for you?"
Dracan says, "Aye, still on the ruling council."
Dracan shrugs.
Dracan says, "Tracker is starting to become a problem, in my view, but not much I can do about that."
You say, "Sinjinn's been telling me about the construction of the physical House."
Dracan nods.
Vurlak walks in.
He blows perfect smoke rings.
You ask, "How is the Fulcrum organized, if I might ask? By this council that you're in?"
Vurlak waves to you.
Vurlak nods to Dracan.
You wave to Vurlak.

> l v
Vurlak is a loar gharkin in his twenties belonging to the valek klaigh. His deep-set eyes are vacant black with a dull luster. He has an expressive mouth, a jutting jaw, and a pair of short cracked yellow tusks. He wears his long black spines in a loose bundle. He has a grey-green hide, a muscular build, and long limbs.
He is holding a short betony cigar in his right hand.
He is wearing some embossed low-steel gauntlets, a jeweled bright blue leather pouch, a blue cotton cloak, a suit of heavy iron chainmail, a leather fish loop, a threaded gray sheath, a slender fishing pole, some ornate low-steel sabatons, a reinforced iron shield, and an engraved low-steel aventail.

Dracan waves to Vurlak.
Xelian smiles at Vurlak.
Vurlak smiles at Xelian.
Vurlak taps on his short betony cigar, causing some ashes to fall to the ground.
Dracan says, "Popular bush, isn't it..."
Vurlak asks, "I interruptin'?"
You say, "You know, I can smell you a bloody street away."
Smoke curls up from the end of the cigar as Vurlak takes a drag from his cigar.
Dracan shakes his head at Vurlak.
Vurlak blows a cloud of smoke into the air.
Vurlak glances at you and tsks.
A smoke ring puffs out of Vurlak's short betony cigar and rises into the air.
Vurlak says, "You should try it sometime."
Xelian says, "Pull up a clod, Vurlak."
Vurlak taps on his short betony cigar, causing some ashes to fall to the ground.
Xelian pats the grass.
Vurlak says, "Might mellow you out."
Vurlak sits down on the grass.
Dracan says, "Well, it's like this..."
Vurlak curiously shifts his eyes to Dracan.
Vurlak's short betony cigar glows brightly as the ashes fall to the ground.
Dracan says, "There are four seats on the ruling council, called the Arch Assembly."
Vurlak scratches his head.
Xelian sits up.
Vurlak asks, "This about architecture?"
You say, "The Fulcrum."
Xelian glances at her hands.
A smoke ring puffs out of Vurlak's short betony cigar and rises into the air.
Dracan says, "There is the Commander, the Warder, the Scholar, and the Sentinel."
Vurlak says, "Uh."
Smoke curls up from the end of the cigar as Vurlak takes a drag from his cigar.
He breathes out some sweet cigar smoke.
Xelian sips some refreshing dwarven ale from her tall glass.
You ask, "Saebra's the Commander, isn't she?"
You get a chunk of spicy cheese from a paper bag.
Dracan says, "Yes, Saebra is the Commander, Illuriel is the Scholar, I'm the Warder and Teru is the Sentinel."
You offer your chunk of spicy cheese to Vurlak.
Vurlak accepts your offer.
Vurlak takes a large bite from his chunk of spicy cheese.
Vurlak's short betony cigar glows brightly.
A smoke ring puffs out of Vurlak's short betony cigar and rises into the air.
Xelian says, "Ye have an armed force, then? I never understood Commander of whatall."
You say, "Illuriel's on the council? I had no idea."
Dracan nods to Xelian.
Dracan says, "Aye, she fairly recently was raised to the position."
Vurlak says, "Sounds important."
You ask, "Have you many other members?"
Dracan says, "Oh, aye."
Vurlak takes a large bite from his chunk of spicy cheese.
A smoke ring puffs out of Vurlak's short betony cigar and rises into the air.
Vurlak chews loudly.
Dracan says, "Each seat of the Arch Assembly has a personal advisor, and there are also four independant advisors."
You say, "You're the only person I know who can eat and smoke at the same time." to Vurlak.
Vurlak grins at you.
Dracan nods.
Vurlak takes a large bite from his chunk of spicy cheese.
Vurlak's short betony cigar glows brightly.
You ask, "Are those positions all filled?"
Smoke curls up from the end of the cigar as Vurlak takes a drag from his cigar.
Dracan says, "Aye, they are."
Vurlak blows a cloud of smoke into the air.
You ask, "So you've got what... thirteen members?"
You say, "That's quite a crowd."
Dracan says, "Then there is the general membership, which is in three tiers."
A smoke ring rises from Vurlak's short betony cigar.
Dracan says, "And there is also the Legion, which is seperated into it's own ranks."
Vurlak finishes the last bit of his chunk of spicy cheese.
Vurlak uses one of his large fingernails to pick something from between his teeth.
Dracan says, "I think we're gaining on twenty members now."
Xelian asks, "How does one go about becoming a member?"
You get a chunk of spicy cheese from a paper bag.
You offer your chunk of spicy cheese to Vurlak.
Vurlak accepts your offer.
Vurlak shrugs.
Vurlak takes a large bite from his chunk of spicy cheese.
Vurlak's short betony cigar begins to burn out, but suddenly flares back to life.
A smoke ring rises from Vurlak's short betony cigar.
Vurlak chews on his cigar.
Vurlak takes a large bite from his chunk of spicy cheese.
Dracan says, "Well, you can approach anyone you know to be a member, and they'll go to the Arch Assembly, then when it's deemed that you're the kind of person we're looking for, we'll sit down and talk to you, and then assign you where everyone thinks you'll be of most use and most happy."
Vurlak rubs his short betony cigar.
Vurlak taps on his short betony cigar, causing some ashes to fall to the ground.
A smoke ring rises from Vurlak's short betony cigar.
You ask, "Do you recruit independently? That is, go to people and ask them to join?"
Xelian asks, "What sort of people do ye look for?"
Vurlak takes a long drag from his short betony cigar.
You say, "Damn it, that was my last piece of cheese."
He breathes out some sweet cigar smoke.
Vurlak glances at his chunk of spicy cheese.
Vurlak's short betony cigar glows brightly.
Vurlak offers his chunk of spicy cheese to you.
You accept Vurlak's offer.
Dracan says, "Aye, we do, we're always on the lookout for people we think would belong in the Fulcrum."
You say, "Thanks."
Xelian gasps at you.
Vurlak nods.
You carefully begin to inspect the chunk of spicy cheese.
Xelian asks, "No more cheese?"
You say, "I don't know what I was thinking."
Vurlak puffs on his short betony cigar.
He lets a stream of smoke escape his mouth slowly.
Vurlak says, "Prolly tryin' ta keep me quiet."
You say, "You've got big frigging teeth, Vurlak."
Several smoke rings shoot out from Vurlak's short betony cigar and quickly rise into the air.
Vurlak grins wolfishly.
You act: Jurion inspects the gouges in his chunk of cheese.
You take a large bite from your chunk of spicy cheese.
Mmm, nice and spicy!
Xelian asks, "What sort of qualities do ye seek in a member?" of Dracan.
Vurlak says, "Thanks."
Dracan says, "Well, our goals are to prevent another cataclysm and to protect dragynkind, anyone we think is aligned with those goals and will be loyal to the Fulcrum is someone that we'd take."
Vurlak asks, "Sounds like a noble goal, eh?"
You ask, "How many of you have had actual experience with dragyns?"
You raise an eyebrow.
Vurlak's short betony cigar glows brightly as the ashes fall to the ground.
Several smoke rings shoot out from Vurlak's short betony cigar and quickly rise into the air.
Dracan says, "Well, the original founder of the Fulcrum was spoken to by a dragyn, and that's why he formed the organization, I'm not sure how many current members do."
Vurlak scratches his head.
Vurlak puffs on his short betony cigar.
Vurlak puts out his short betony cigar.
Xelian nods.
Vurlak flips his cigar butt off into the weeds.
Vurlak leans back while sitting on the grass.
Dracan says, "Once our keep is renovated, we also plan to offer some services, for we'll need to have some inflow of coin to keep functioning."
Vurlak yawns.
You ask, "Where is the keep located?"
Xelian says, "Sounds like very important work."
You scoot over to Vurlak.
You thwap Vurlak.
Vurlak says, "Sorry."
Vurlak glances at you.
Vurlak says, "Been up all day."
You say, "You're a grunt."
You grin affectionately at Vurlak.
Vurlak says, "I ain't got time to sit around a wank off like you."
Vurlak peers at you.
You say, "No, you're training to be a bloody guard."
Vurlak shrugs.
You say, "You wait and see, you're going to regret it."
Dracan says, "Off to the south, near the glaciers, I believe."
Vurlak says, "Someone's gotta. Ain't many guard in this stinkin' town."
You say, "Yes sir and no sir and five sovereigns a day."
You say, "At least you won't have to serve under Shadeark."
You nod to Dracan.
Dracan smirks.
Dracan nods to you.
Xelian asks, "I have been touched by dragynkind. And who could deny preventing another cataclysm is good work. Think I'd be a good candidate, Dracan?"
Vurlak asks, "He the guy with blue hair, right?"
Xelian smiles at Dracan.
Dracan says, "Definitely."
Dracan nods to Xelian.
You say, "Yeah, but it's several different shades of blue now." to Vurlak.
You chuckle.
Vurlak asks, "I suppose it's easier to join this Cataclysmic Whatsit than it is to join the guard, eh?"
You say, "I dare you to nominate me as a candidate."
You say, "Teru would be livid."
Xelian grins at you.
Vurlak says, "Teru..."
Vurlak looks lost in thought.
Vurlak asks, "Ain't he the one that Sceen says is 'ultimate evil'?"
Vurlak starts laughing so hard he snorts!
You say, "According to Sceen, a lot of things are the 'ultimate evil.'"
Dracan says, "Well, I doubt he'd stop you from joining."
You say, "Breen's ale, Shadeark's hair... though he may have a point there.."
Vurlak wipes his eyes.
Vurlak chuckles to himself.
Vurlak says, "Oh, dear. I'd love to stay and listen to your chat, but I think I'll make one more round of the farms before I stagger off to bed."
Vurlak gets back on his feet.
Vurlak stretches.
Vurlak loudly pops his neck.
You say, "Make sure you pet the rabu before you bugger them."
You smile at Vurlak.
Xelian chuckles.
Vurlak says, "I prefer tight little daun like yourself."
Dracan chuckles.
Vurlak grins at you.
You grin lewdly at Vurlak.
Xelian rolls her eyes.
Vurlak tousles Jurion's hair.
You say, "Wear that pink dress again and I might think about it."
Vurlak absently rubs his tusks.
Xelian says, "Wicked. Both of 'em. Completely incorrigible."
You say, "Get out of here, you pirate."
Dracan smirks.
Xelian presses her hands together and gazes at the sky.
Vurlak asks, "Yeah, well. I was a sailor. What's his excuse?"
Vurlak says, "Surely ain't pure livin'."
You say, "Too many fittings at Grilla's."
Xelian laughs.
Vurlak says, "Prolly give Sinjinn and rat's arse for a weddin' ring."
Vurlak winks at you.
You thwap Vurlak.
Vurlak waves.
Xelian pulls up a handful of grass and tosses it at Vurlak.
Vurlak says, "G'night."
Xelian chuckles.
Xelian waves.
Vurlak walks west.
You say, "Crude, crude, crude."
Xelian says, "Tsk."
Dracan says, "Heard from a new friend that someone right up Grilla's alley came into town recently."
You ask, "Really? Should I be jealous?"
You lie down on the grass.
Dracan smirks.
You act: Jurion crosses his arms behind his head.
Dracan says, "Aye, dwarf man, was hitting on that new highland fellow."
You say, "Oh, wait, I heard about this."
Xelian asks, "Oh gad, a dwarf that likes the men?"
Xelian leans forward while sitting on the grass.
Xelian scoots over.
You ask, "It was Thadius who was getting the attention, wasn't it?"
Xelian sips some refreshing dwarven ale from her tall glass.
Dracan says, "Think said highlander is about ready tae kill ye hubby, too."
Dracan grins at Xelian.
Xelian laughs.
You say, "He was going on about it in Breen's last night."
Dracan says, "Apparently, Kot decided to tell the dwarf that the fellow was just shy."
Xelian says, "If I had an imperial for every one who wanted to beat Kot."
You laugh.
Xelian laughs.
Dracan chuckles.
Xelian exclaims, "Oh that must have been rich!"
Dracan nods.
Xelian slaps the grass.
Dracan says, "He was nervous just talkin about it."
Dracan smirks.
You say, "I can't wait to hear what Khregen has to say about it."
Xelian asks, "So who is this dwarf?"
Xelian sips some refreshing dwarven ale from her tall glass.
Dracan says, "Herbert? Something like that."
Xelian says, "Herbert."
You act: Jurion laughs!
You ask, "Herbert?"
Dracan nods to you.
Xelian presses her lips together.
Dracan says, "Aye, curious name..."
Dracan smirks.
Xelian yells, "'Herbeth!!"
Dracan chuckles.
Dracan says, "And apparently, he wanted more than just the man's "intheem""
Dracan smirks.
You groan.
Xelian says, "Herberth, come thee me at my shop. Thspecial fer newcomersth."
Dracan grins at Xelian.
Dracan says, "I'd imagine he'd be more than happy to."
You say, "Oh, gods. It would have to be a dwarf."
Xelian chuckles.
You suddenly giggle for no reason.
You say, "Ye gods."
You act: Jurion wipes his eyes.
You chuckle.
Xelian snickers.
Xelian pokes Jurion in the hip.
You say, "I suppose he's a convenient height for it."
Xelian laughs.
Dracan smirks at you.
You act: Jurion puts his tongue in his cheek.
Xelian pokes Jurion harder.
You say, "Not that I'd know anything about it, mind you."
You squirm.
Xelian says, "Oh my..."
Xelian rubs her cheeks.
You say, "I hear all of this from Severin."
Xelian says, "Ohhh. I see."
Xelian says, "Man of the world, and all that. Travelled afar and seen much."
You say, "He's what you would call a bit jaded."
You sit up.
Dracan smirks.
Dracan says, "Of course..."
You ask, "Have either of you seen much of Raeh since she's come back?"
Dracan shakes his head.
Xelian says, "I see her often."
Dracan says, "Last I even heard of her was from the same highlander."
You ask, "How does she seem to you?"
Xelian says, "Not well atall."
Xelian shakes her head.
Dracan nods to Xelian.
You say, "I thought as much. It worries me."
Dracan says, "Aye, he said she was very troubled."
Xelian says, "I know she still grieves. Yet, I feel somethin' inside of her has changed."
Xelian says, "A smile, when she can muster it, is more of a grimace..."
Dracan sighs.
Xelian asks, "And have ye been huntin' with her since she returned?"
Xelian shakes her head.
You say, "She's taken up daggers."
You say, "And her eyes are so dark now."
Dracan says, "Poor thing... used to be a great pleasure to see her around."
Xelian says, "And with such a robust approach to killin'. She never was like that."
You nod to Xelian seriously.
Dracan nods sadly.
Xelian says, "I try to spend as much time with her as I can..."
You say, "She's bound up. Hair up in braids as tight as a lacing, all her gowns put aside."
Dracan says, "I would, but I never really see her, and don't think I was a good enough friend to offer that much."
You sigh.
Xelian says, "The one good thing, is she recalls the lesson of the dragyn..."
Dracan ponders the situation.
You raise an eyebrow slightly.
Dracan raises an eyebrow in Xelian's direction.
Xelian says, "A reminder, really, of what is so basic. That time is the greatest woundtaker."
Dracan nods to Xelian.
You say, "Sometimes wounds fester in time, rather than heal."
Dracan says, "And second come friends."
Xelian says, "Perhaps, Jurion."
Dracan says, "I'll certainly hope hers don't."
Xelian says, "But I would like to believe those words. And the fact that Raeh still believes it gives me hope that she will be alright."
You act: Jurion picks at a thread on his cloak.
Dracan nods to Xelian.
Xelian sighs softly.
You say, "Let's hope so."
You say, "On that unhappy note, I fear I should take my leave."
You move to a kneeling position.
You groan.
Dracan nods to you.
You say, "I'm going to have to buy a girdle after all this lying about on the stage."
You get back on your feet.
Xelian tilts her cheek to Jurion.
Dracan says, "Say hello to Sin for me, don't see her much anymore either."
Vurlak walks in.
You smile at Dracan.
Xelian seems to be waiting for something.
You nod.
You walk over to Xelian.
You kiss Xelian on the cheek.
You sigh happily.
Xelian smiles.
Vurlak raises an eyebrow.
You say, "I can die now."
You act: Jurion flutters his eyes.
Dracan smirks.
Xelian grins.
Dracan says, "I'd believe it."
Dracan nods seriously.
Vurlak says, "On second thought, I'm gonna take my little boy toy up to Cappy's."
Vurlak nods.
Dracan nods to Vurlak.
Vurlak walks over to you.
Vurlak pinches you! Oooh! The nerve!
Vurlak grabs you by the arm, motioning for you to follow.
You act: Jurion yelps!
You say, "Gah, not Cappy."
Vurlak waves.
Vurlak walks northwest.
You follow Vurlak northwest.