Cynric (Jens.Ixchel)

[2015/07/24 17:16:56] Valesk: /me StoryWeaver | A loud screech echos through the grove, coming from the location of one of the trees near the distellery. For anyone with good enough vision, they'd see one of the fleeing birds shredded, blood exploding outward from a black mist. The flesh was completely stripped from the bones and the mist expanded. No, it wasn't just a single entity- it was a hoard of will-o-wisps. Twenty or so, although it was hard to make out. But they were wrong.. All wrong. Darkness came from them instead of a welcoming light, the smell of rotting flesh surrounding each one. After they had devoured their first target, the bloodied bones were thrown towards the party and they spread out, trying to choose their first victim.

[2015/07/24 17:18:57] Erthur Throkreak: /me glanced around, his head darted as well as he could as a shriek was heard, his eye not really affected by darkness with his dark vision, he staggered back a bit, "Bloody fockin 'ell," he'd sheathe the dagger back reaching back for something before he grabbed it tugging on it to draw his axe, it felt right...yet he didn't really recall ever holding it before, damn memory loss, "Stay behind me ma love!" he'd say to Reanna.

[2015/07/24 17:19:03] /me Jamison Blackwater reached up and touched his cheek as he felt something wet touch it. Something... rain? No... blood? Ink? Paint? Alcohol? He couldn't quite put his finger on it. But even as his mind struggled to focus on what was going on, his body instinctively began to move to protect himself. He folded his arms over his chest, his eyes instinctively flicking across the... lightballs? Lightning bolts? Either way, they caused the hair on his arms to rise. Should probably stay away, if he could remember where their positions were. Good luck with that.

[2015/07/24 17:20:29] /me Asi was stuck, only two eyes and so much to see. A bird right in front of him practically begging to be touched and pet at while he tried to keep a watch on the admittedly unwell Cynric. "You got to close to that diseased man after all," he replies forlornly. As forlorn as one could be, anyway, while trying to collect a bird from off a table and making a shuffle for a different seat. Slow shuffle, as now he had to try collecting Cynric too with other birds exploding and some odd scent ruining the atmosphere. "That was an unusual thing for a bird to do," he states, like nobody else would know that. "And your disease has manifested in horns, Cynric. I am fairly certain this is not sentient standard."

[2015/07/24 17:21:52] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me backs up further against the tree watching the horror as one of the birds gets torrn appart by...whatever it was, she must do something..she tries to bring up a sheild of magic over her body....but the words are still wrong....shes useless here......but others might be hurt..she has to stay close, but out of the way..for now.

[2015/07/24 17:21:58] ~Vala~: /me was quite content to be held tightly in the arms of her new raison d'etre, the fae-touch causing her to be rather over the moon for him at this moment... but despite the pull of her heart and ... loins... toward the magnificent Naga, and despite the bugs that she continued to try to rub off, she'd note the shadows about her, gasping softly as she did. "Shadows... shadows move", she'd whisper softly to the naga, whose name she didn't know, before she'd nod, sharing his opinion that this couldn't be good. The fangs were noted, and she'd marvel at them, because, silly girl was silly. Upon spotting the will-o-whisps, Vala shrieked in terror, and she'd cling harder to the naga, fully aware that she was no fighter. Quick, sure. Strong, no dice.

[2015/07/24 17:23:30] /me Sibylla Rewah continued her casting. her fake hand moving to the palm of her good one ad carving a little rune into the palm, blood dripping out around her hand. she spoke in an older form of mermish, probably gibberish to anyone around her. she looked around, spotting the poor bird that had been blown the heck up by those little wisps. well crap. ok. she hated conflict but she was a bit SOL and had to protect her daughter. after her, her guards were /actually/ useless. so she let the guard holding Adria back to the stone wall and stood in front of him, her words never ceasing, though they were whispered. slowly, a thin tendril of blood began to pour from her palm and flick itself around Syb's good arm. Syb was carefully watching everything, everyone, but mostly those little buggers that were killing birdies.

[2015/07/24 17:24:26] /me Cynric was not at all quite sure what he had seen, there was a commotion, a darkness, a hint of red warmth of a mist fading into the darkness. His nose wrinkled up as an advancing scent of rotting flesh invaded his senses. He shook his head a bit- feeling a bit dizzy and uncertain especially after the recent digging pain to his frontal lobe. "I think I am hallusinating, this.. things.. nothing seems right. We have surely made a mistake in coming." He would reach out to grab at Asi as the man shuffled passed, climbing back to his full height. "You saw it to then.. That is worrisome." At the mention of the horns he would reach to his head and do a sort of shocked 'omg' sort of look, before refocusing off into the coming danger, now appearing quite a bit alert and not within any mood to 'party'.

[2015/07/24 17:24:58] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw): /me moved to yank that skirt up and pulled the dagger from her thigh. She was cursing herself for not coming better equipped.. but it was a fancy party! No place for a cutlass.. or a bow. That growl only got louder as the wisps formed and mutilated the bird, eyes narrowed, still that eerie glow even in the dark as the wolf within faught to claw her way out. It was a struggle to keep her contained. She looked down at the dwarf, and was about to speak.. when she puked.. not bile.. no.. but glistening coins of copper/ 50 copper to be exact! She'd just.. stare as she watched them ping off his armor.

[2015/07/24 17:25:38] /me Padishar looks to the blackness and the screech and... with reasonably good vision saw unpleasant things happen to the bird. He wrapped arms around Meri protectively and started whispering a spell to her, partly under his breath, but one might recognize it as a Translocation spell. (Post 1/2 for Spatial Step)

[2015/07/24 17:27:30] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan): /me looked to Padi, panicked, her lips moving as she whispered the words after him to the spell, gripping on tightly to his arm, her words slow but her concentration buoyed by his help as she stared into his eyes and held on, her head dipping softly and the harsh rustling about them as she just held on and followed each of his chants word for word. (Spatial Step one of two)

[2015/07/24 17:28:18] /me Shy [JSW] An eerie hush accompanies the shadeling arrival, and it makes the liquidly guttural noise from the spastically mobile shadeling prominent. The center of the dark misty shadeling hovers near Crystiel, its shadow wrapping a clammy chill around the small Fae The tendrils of cold extend to invade Viveka's personal space as well. The watery groaning is almost deafening, tentacles of mist reaching out grab a crow nearby. The bird is sucked into the center of darkness and flung out as a pulp of bloody meat and feathers, the bones completely removed and thrown in the opposite direction.

[2015/07/24 17:29:08] Mathis Casthal (incabulos): /me watches the scene and horror unfold before him, the horror that his extravagant gala is now ‘ruined’. This in turn brings a rise to anger, an anger that manifests it’s self in the furrowing of his brows and drawing of the bronze sword that hung from hip. “Pouncing parrying turtles!” He exclaimed rather insultingly to the wisps, who /dared/ interrupt his revels. The satyr bit hard into the pipe and maneuvered it off to the side of his mouth, as that stern scowl seemed to deepen and crease upon his face. Only to hear movement behind him, and witness his brother’s less than gracious fall. Solid posture and stern movements saw him in a defensible position over his kin’s form. All while the darkened scene of carnage unfolds.

[2015/07/24 17:30:30] /me Erthur Throkreak rolls R6 (CC:b81e): 7, axe you a question?

[2015/07/24 17:31:23] /me Bu'zyasti'in 's single eye snapped wide open and he whipped around like a shot, likely scattering a table and chairs in the process of turning his attention towards the sound of the screech, and probably swinging poor Vala around like a rag doll. Well, shit. The huge serpent had absolutely no idea what he was looking at, but he was pretty convinced that they were out to get him as well...a conviction further reinforced by the fact that they stripped a bird in moments flat. As he spent time contemplating what the hell he was supposed to do against whatever those things were, he attempted to shift Vala more completely over to his back to free up his arms...just in case. "Jest 'old on lass, th'..." Rather abruptly, he trailed off and just kinda stared at Rea as she suddenly spewed out a collection of coin...welp, that happened. It took a good few moments, but eventually he regained the presence of mind necessary to cast, once he finally saw a target he felt he could cast /at/ in the form of aforementioned sh

[2015/07/24 17:31:23] /me Bu'zyasti'in: incantation began to spill from him in the form of a slightly haunting, almost beautiful melody as he pulled in his magic around him, grimacing all the while. Oh yes, he fully intended to start shooting off drunken fireballs in every direction. (Flame Bolt 1/2)

[2015/07/24 17:31:24] /me Viveka knew she was a sitting duck too. She couldn't cast anything that could be remotely helpful and she didn't have a lick of combat skills to her. She was only an entertainer! When it seemed as though whatever was going on was coming into her space, she swung her apparently not so precious instrument at anything that came too near to her, not even aiming to actually hit but more to give her a moment to scamper away and farther up on some rocks and hopefully out of it's reach. This is the /last/ fae party she ever comes to!

[2015/07/24 17:33:39] /me Jamison Blackwater continued to watch the beings curiously, swaying lightly on his seat as he absently flicked another bug away. Why were they attacking? He felt as if this was a bit of lore he should know, but... why couldn't he get a grasp on it? And why would he be the one to know the answer to this question anyways? Who was he exactly? Was the answer to his question lying right on the other side of the haze he was in?

[2015/07/24 17:34:34] Cailean (alistair.greymyst): (( Any combat related questions may be directed to Batman or myself as well. ))

[2015/07/24 17:34:35] /me Asi found the present scene to be positively fascinating, beyond his understanding of anything, and thus interesting to behold. Another bird bit the... it wasn't dust. The thing, and this was disappointing. Troubling too, of course. "You are not hallucinating, I have never heard of a collective hallucination," he informs the horned mage, attempting to grasp his arms while standing halfway and tumbling for his fourth chair. "Do we leave? Is it possible to? Perhaps we are to die, this would be unfortunate I believe."

[2015/07/24 17:34:42] ~Vala~: /me was absolutely flung about like a rag doll. Which caused her to cling more tightly, though as he shifted her onto his back, she'd go without argument. She was more or less useless in a fight against something like this, and he was big and strong. She'd be distracted in her one-true-love-ism by how muscular his body was, but that didn't last long, and she'd turn her attention forward. Vala watched in horror as the black mist thing sucked in another bird, and as its tendrils moved towards some of the party-goers. "No... no, that's not right!", she'd whisper softly, trembling in fear against Bu'z. As he began to cast, however, she'd quiet herself to listen to the beautiful sound, though her saucer-wide eyes stared ahead and at the other party-goers, fear causing her to tremble, even as her arms and legs wrapped around Bu'z.

[2015/07/24 17:35:10] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me glances down at her feet and finds a small concaved hole under the tree root, since she cant run, cant cast spells...and her Owl friend, nowhere near by....it would make a good hiding space...maybe. she lays down and rolls under the root outcropping but keep and eye out on whats going on....she cant do anything for now...but perhaps when this is all over she can help who ever is left over {Hides}

[2015/07/24 17:35:33] Corgi: With the sound of another ear-splitting screech, half of the wisps tearing off in the direction of the (NPC) satyrs and swarming the chunky, muscular one first and beginning to tear the flesh from his arms, legs, whatever they could sink their tiny teeth into. That was lucky for the elf they had been terrorizing, at least. The remaining nine sensed the fear from the Vala and swarmed to her, aiming at that pretty lil' face of hers.

[2015/07/24 17:39:10] /me Sibylla Rewah was ready. she had her weapon ready,a nd if that failed... she looked at the little fake claws on her fingers. could those little thing she poisoned? she didn't know. but if they were hopefully physical, she could at least slap them with her spell. she spotted Mathis protecting someone and inched over towards him a little, "i take it this wasn't planned." she offered to him softly, but her attention never left the area and her concentration wholly on the spell as the little blood tendril whipped around her in little wild circles.

[2015/07/24 17:39:16] /me Cynric was very keen on what was quickling becoming of the birds- the ones that Asi had not scooped up off the table and took to carrying around. They were poping into mists of blood, or being tossed about as hardly unreconizable balls of organic material. "Look, I would not like to venture to guess what would become of a larger corporal form if it were to enter into the darkness.. And given the positioning and advancement, I would say they are in midst of a feeding ritual." Unfortantly the heavy crossbow upon his back had him in thoughts that it would do of little good. "No, you said that such would not even be considered until this week is out, it is still the week you proclaimed that death would now come." He set about searching for a clear means to vacate the area- but his looking about lagged as he was already begining the weaving of his own spell. A shift to flesh, and a rashy looking appearance spreading across what flesh of his appeared visible- a secreation of brownish fluid that appeared like mu

[2015/07/24 17:39:16] /me Cynric: began to seep across him. ( 1/2 -Armor )

[2015/07/24 17:39:22] /me Padishar continued to concentrate on his spell, and thankfully nothing pounced him and Meri in the process. Once the spell was complete, he grabs Meri around the middle and pulls her with him into the portal he'd created. Hoping to mitigate any follow through from the evil wisp things coming in. The rest of the party was certainly on their own! Padi was nobody's hero but Meri's at the moment.

[2015/07/24 17:40:08] /me Corgi rolls R4 (CC:b81f): 69, eat yo' face (@vala)

[2015/07/24 17:40:42] Erthur Throkreak: /me staggered a bit as it seemed he tripped a little when judging how heavy this axe was, he wouldn't make the same mistake again! He'd raise the axe up before charging again this time aiming to bring it down over himself, wow he didn't realize he was this strong, he'd glance back halfway through to see if His love was mirrin.

[2015/07/24 17:40:50] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan): /me heard the sounds about her, her eyes holding on Padi's, hating the fact she felt so helpless but there wasn't a damn thing she could do. The sound of the wisps tearing into the satyr would have made Meri cry had she known, but she was blessedly focused on Padi, knowing it was likely the only way she was getting out of there. The spell complete, and holding on for dear life, Meri'd dash a glance back just as the wisps swarmed at the satyr and bit back a scream as she poofed out of sight

[2015/07/24 17:41:12] /me Erthur Throkreak rolls R6 (CC:b820): 113, I'm too sexy for my axe

[2015/07/24 17:41:32] Raptus (krath): ((4 damage))

[2015/07/24 17:42:22] Jaxon (nelu.zuta): Wow, go to look for help from raising bones and come closer to the gathered party nd one...he was getting touched, and twooo all hell was breaking loose. Quite literally too! Now what was he supposed to do? (Just rolling the fae high)

[2015/07/24 17:42:33] /me Jaxon rolls Dice (CC:b821): 59, Fae high

[2015/07/24 17:45:41] /me Ravyn rolls R7 (CC:b822): 139, Dodging face-eaters

[2015/07/24 17:47:37] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw): /me took a step back, rump bumping the table as she just shakes her head. Nothing like the taste of copper in your mouth. She'd wrinkle her nose, ears still pinned back. She'd reach up to brush hair out of her face.. only to find those horns. Yep. Just now. "Whit th' buck?! whit th' actual buck is gonnae oan?" She'd bristle, having to fight her very nature to shift and run her ass home. In trying to find her bearings, and follow those flitting shadows, she'd turn and notice the pile of dead behind her. Lips parted again, to scream out something about wasting perfectly good food.. when suddenly.. MORE COINS!!

[2015/07/24 17:49:27] /me Corgi rolls R4 (CC:b824): 44, dodge axe?

[2015/07/24 17:54:52] /me Ravyn rolls R7 (CC:b825): 109, Dodging the axe of Raptus

[2015/07/24 17:56:03] /me Shy [JSW] The spastic shadeling drifts past Crystiel and Viveka to focus its attention on Jamison, the dark mass of its center jerking around the man to embrace him in cold tendrils of death that feel like ice left on the skin too long. The dark mist flickers away from the fae-touched human, onward toward the pale creature nearby, perhaps drawn by the light countenance. The shadeling reaches its icy mist tendrils toward Asi's hair to unwind it from the fairly neat updo.

[2015/07/24 17:56:47] /me Viveka hunkered down, her eyes growing fierce. She inhaled sharply and began her shift. If only she realized she wasn't naked. She was going to come out of this annoyed that her favorite dress got torn up. The sound of her bones beginning to snap would add to the sounds going on around them. Breaking, cracking, grunts, all the fun and pleasant sounds a body made when it was shifting into another form. Her muscles tore and reformed, a snout beginning to elongate on her face, her skin turning a darker color, ears shifting from elven shape to a more wolf like shape. She may not fight well, but damnit, she was going to give it her all, even though it did seem like the attention was going elsewhere.... [Shifting 1/2]

[2015/07/24 17:57:14] Mathis Casthal (incabulos): /me rooted himself where he was. The stalwart defender of his brother, a bulwark against the encroaching darkness. As Syb moved closer and her words offered, he’d only answered with a nod and look of irritation. The wafting stench of the dead crinkled his nose, as peering hues watched the epic axe welding dwarf do his thing. For now Mathis would remain on the defensive, such was his nature. (Afk for a sec..)

[2015/07/24 17:58:22] /me Bu'zyasti'in continued his song uninterrupted and reached back with his left arm to hold Vala in place, even as his right forearm ignited with bright red flames which burnt the rose on his finely crafted bracer to ashes in a matter of seconds. That arm lifted towards the shadeling and fired off a searing blast of flame in that direction just as his song reached its crescendo, and the song continued. It wasn't until that first blast of flame tore towards the shadeling that he realized poor Vala was being swarmed, which caused him (after the first assault) to try and whip around again, just in time to see the drunken dwarf's axe come down through the wisps, nailing Vala in the process as well. After a brief threatening hiss, he resumed his focus and attention to his surroundings, attempting to keep his large frame between Vala and any further damage. (Massive Flame Bolt @ Shy/Shadeling 2/2, defensive stance adopted for Vala.)

[2015/07/24 17:58:58] /me Bu'zyasti'in rolls R5 (CC:b828): 31, fwooosh! @shy.

[2015/07/24 17:59:14] /me Jamison Blackwater blinked and shivered as he felt something run across his face. Cold? Dark? What was it? The feeling was gone in an instant, or at least his memory of it, but the skin that had been touched was reddened, like he'd left ice on it for a bit. It wasn't a serious wound, and of course it would heal quickly, but his body was left shivering, even as his mind wondered why. If only he could get his act together and help....

[2015/07/24 17:59:50] /me Shy [JSW] rolls R3 (CC:b829): 38, Boo, Bu!

[2015/07/24 17:59:54] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me unconsciously sinks further into her hole, in hopes that she isnt noticed, her small size giving her a advantage..at least for hiding. she has no hope of surviving out there herself. she shivers as she feels the presence of the shadling drfit past her, she holds her breath as chills run through her body and then lets out a steady stream as it goes past her hiding spot...great, it seems to be working...for now.

[2015/07/24 18:00:11] ~Vala~: /me saw them coming, saw them making their way right for her, and she'd scream in terror, hiding that pretty little face of hers against Bu'z's hair, even as she trembled. For a moment, she'd consider using Bu'z as a shield of sorts, but they were a swarmy type of thing, and so, rather than cling further to the snake, she'd jump down from his back, dodging away from the black things and heading for a tree. As the dwarf tried to swing his axe through the mist, however, he'd land the blade of it square in her leg. Damn shorty. She'd cry out in pain, her thigh now split open (Damage 2), before hitting the ground, right on the coils of Bu'z's tail.

[2015/07/24 18:01:41] /me Asi frowns to himself as Cynric recalls for him that he did say death was not an option this week. An unfortunate lie he may have told, giving a satyr just got ate like slow cooked pork falling right off a bone. At least Cynric seemed to be casting some measure of self safety. He, unfortunately, pissed away ability to wield magic trying to look fancy for a death party. "You will not die," he assures the mage as he makes to stand for the chair to his right, but this seems to get a cool, moist, evil tickly sensation in his head. "Pardon?" he questions the mists, squinting like he wasn't sure if this was bothering him of not, but he did have some naturally ultra hydrated healthy hair that would not be too hair to loosen. This, still, was probably terrible, somehow, probably, and prompts the snatch up of the fifth chair meantfor his rear to set upon the fourth chair, and perch upon it that was to become a proper tall meat shield for Cynric and whatever else wanted to stand behind him.

[2015/07/24 18:04:53] /me Asi rolls R6 (CC:b82a): 76, Dodging a thing from Bu

[2015/07/24 18:05:27] /me Asi doesn't die maybe. Or does. What is reality anyway.

[2015/07/24 18:07:00] /me Cynric was a bit indisposed at present as he was concentrating on fortifying his defenses. He did not have much of personal investiment in the land or the people of it at present to forgo his own safety. And the mud and bark like formations continued to ooze across his body till it seemed to have formed and incased him in a natural suit of armor.. earths own protection. "This looks dire," he said, but in still a positive tone to indicate that all hope shall not be abandoned. "But we still aught to help in some way, where we see capable of doing..." but his words were cut off with a sharp intake of air as one of the shadlings ventured over towards Asi... And firey explosions in that general vacinity. (2/2 Armor)

[2015/07/24 18:10:29] Valesk: /me StoryWeaver | The wisps were angry at their victim hiding, the attack missing. The unpleasant scream in her ear was probably less than ideal, and their target quickly switched to the small man with the axe. As they swarmed towards his face, the axe hit the brunt of the grouping. A loud hiss came from the wisps as they were destroyed, their bodies turning into a slimy, black liquid that flew towards his face. The other part of the group jumped to attention from their devouring of the (NPC) Satyrs at the sound of their fallen companions and rushed in that direction. (Roll Reflex vs 130 to dodge the black liquid.)

[2015/07/24 18:11:50] /me Erthur Throkreak rolls R5 (CC:b82e): 7, *lubes up his dice*

[2015/07/24 18:14:18] /me Shy [JSW] Whoa! Bu has fae-touched aim, luckily for both the shadeling and Asi. But the flame bolt gets close enough to elicit a howling shriek that fills the fog-enclosed area, scaring the crows so that the carrion birds erupt into a symphony of terrified squawking that reaches an unnerving level. It isn't quite sure from where the magical bolt came, but Asi is the closest target and still an object of interest, so the shadeling throws itself at Asi's back, the misty monster floating up to meet the the protector's elevated height. He now has a nightmare backpack made of needle-sharp teeth and razor claws. Fun Fae party favor!

[2015/07/24 18:15:12] Erthur Throkreak: /me felt his axe embed into the ladies leg, he'd grunt after it went through the shades, "Sorry, ye got in da way!" he'd start to wrench his axe out when the liquid splattered across his helm hitting him in the face causing him to wrench the axe free and staggering back, "ARGHHH YE FOCKIN CUNT OHH YE WHEE ALRGHHHH!" he'd open his one good eye now, the dwarf was truely fierce as he began to go berserk he'd only see red as he brought the axe up to slice at any baddies nearby, damned if he didn't go out fighting.

[2015/07/24 18:15:16] /me Shy [JSW] rolls R3 (CC:b830): 24, Attacking Asi from behind

[2015/07/24 18:15:47] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw): /me ears perked as she wipes a coin from her cheek, shaking her head a bit as she turns back around. She knew that sound. Knew it damned well and she'd look for the source of the shifting person, until that sickening smack of axe in flesh brought her back around. She'd throw her hands up, dagger still clutched in the one hand as she screams at the dwarf "Whit in th' heel ur ye oan? ye cannae bludy slice at th' damned wisps!" As that axe brings that unholy screeching out again she'd back up, trying to dodge any flinging goop.. All while releasing control of her inner wolf. The shift was going to be fast and hard, as bones snap, teeth elongate and those ears perk. Pale flesh gave way to a snowy white pelt as muscles tear and reform. (shift 1/2)

[2015/07/24 18:16:36] /me Asi rolls R6 (CC:b831): 7, only accepts that from one person, Shy

[2015/07/24 18:16:46] /me Reanna rolls Dice (CC:b832): 81, cause someone was dumb and didn't put points in reflex..

[2015/07/24 18:17:40] /me Viveka continued to shift, her nails turning into claws and digging into the trunk of the tree she was crouched down on. Her skin thickened and hair began to grow, eyes turning a darker color. The grunts began to sound more like growls and her voice deepened, becoming more gruff and guttural. Slowly, the sound of bones breaking began to slow and finally come to their end. As she was rising to her full height, the sounds off to the side near Asi caused her to crouch back down again, not entirely sure what was going on because she had missed all of the happenings while she was shifting. [Shift 2/2]

[2015/07/24 18:18:20] /me Erthur Throkreak rolls R8 (CC:b834): 31, Oh now you made him angry

[2015/07/24 18:20:37] /me Corgi rolls R4 (CC:b835): 104, dodge @raptus

[2015/07/24 18:21:01] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me coveres her ears as she curls up in her hole, she doesnt like fighting or warr..and this is just as bad. she cracks her eyes open and sees the elf girl shifting in a wolf girl. she then takes a quick peek of everything else then ducks back further into her hole.

[2015/07/24 18:21:17] /me Bu'zyasti'in 's eye narrowed as Vala fell from his grasp onto his tail, which actually helped him a bit - quickly, the thick-scaled appendage wrapped up and around Vala's body, maintaining that defense by quite literally giving her snakescale armor. The huge serpent winced slightly as his blast of searing flames came a bit too close to nailing the blonde man, but his eerie song continued undeterred, pulling his magic in around him to focus another blast of searing flame, this time directed at the angered group of wisps approaching which appeared to be the most immediate threat. And if it missed and nailed the dwarf by mistake? Eh, well...fair was fair, in his mind. (Massive Flame Bolt 1/1 @corgi, still defending.)

[2015/07/24 18:21:42] /me Bu'zyasti'in rolls R5 (CC:b836): 110, because fiiiiire!

[2015/07/24 18:22:21] /me Corgi rolls R4 (CC:b837): 39, no fire pls

[2015/07/24 18:23:30] /me Asi makes a liar of himself today, alas. Cynric will surely be mad about this later. He hadn't to much thought on anything otherwise outside of that fear, and how the hell he was going to find another chair to sit on while keeping Cynric and whomever else he was shielding for safe. Suddenly! He's forced to think, mostly about how much pain hurt and corporeal forms were some bullshit. So much bovine fecal matter in fact, that he is forced to act upon the impulse of jumping up to snatch the chair from beneath him and swing that oversized shroom at the evil maybe cousin marring up his pretty skin.

[2015/07/24 18:23:54] ~Vala~: /me had fallen to the ground after being clobbered by Erthur's axe in the leg, and was bleeding profusely. As Bu'z wrapped his tail around her, she'd find the action strangely comforting, though she knew she could bleed to death if this kept up... Axe wound to the thigh, and all. Curling closer in the scales, she'd watch as much as she could, but couldn't move to do anything, and would have been useless anyway.

[2015/07/24 18:24:04] /me Asi rolls R4 (CC:b838): 116, Chair moment for Shy

[2015/07/24 18:28:10] /me Shy [JSW] rolls R3 (CC:b839): 57, Don't wanna let Asi go!

[2015/07/24 18:28:41] /me Cynric seemed to be able to steal himself a bit more, the noise and comotion blocked out a bit in light of coming into further protection. "See now I do not need to be so co-dependant." He hissed beneath his breath, sounding a bit annoyed at the party, at Asi, whom knew... His eyes swirved back towards the shadling that had dared a touch upon Asi's head. The one emitting that god aweful shrik, but he wouldn't soon forget the firey fumble of Bu either. And the mage lifted his hands upward, fingers twitching a bit inward as he called upon his powers, chanting in a low huskier tone. (Acid Bolt 1/2)

[2015/07/24 18:30:08] Erthur Throkreak: /me grew tired of fighting wisps, he wasn't hitting the small elusive targets and they kept jizzing black stuff on him! He'd look around blood red was all he saw as he leapt up onto a mushroom stool leaping over the table to bring his axe down onto a shadeling, "SUPRISE ATTACK!"

[2015/07/24 18:30:09] /me Shy [JSW] The shadeling sticks to Asi like a spider monkey on crack. Those needle-like teeth and razor-sharp claws bare down through clothing trying to find purchase into the man's flesh. And still that liquidy groaning rumbles from the monster as if its putrid lungs are filled with water. It's not trying to suck blood. On no. The shadeling just wants to tear away at whatever it touches, to destroy. But Asi rises swiftly, swinging the mushroom chair with such force that the shadeling loses grip and crashes into a table.

[2015/07/24 18:30:32] /me Erthur Throkreak rolls R8 (CC:b83a): 110, Two handed heavy armor Rogue

[2015/07/24 18:31:38] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw): /me took a few steps back , that goop managing to spash across her arms and chest. She was still mid shift, not noticing the slow burn mixed in with that pain of rearranging body parts. She'd open that shifting maw.. and spewed her last bit of coins. Stupid coins. She'd melt her things down to make a damned something out of them. Fur replaces that pale flesh as she shakes out, the black marring that snowy pelt. Hackles raise as she snaps teeth at the air, trying to get out of the tangle of leathers she had made into a dress.

[2015/07/24 18:31:49] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw): (2/2 btw for epic shift tiem)

[2015/07/24 18:33:19] Storyweaver:: whispers: Annnnd there was fire, this is why you don't play with fire. There was flames were on one of the tables near Wild and the gang from the lovely Bu's missed attack from prior, flames.. Fae were either screaming or laughing or simply enjoying the chaos. There were sound of groaning suddenly... from above. Whispers of strange and unearthly origin.And then... drip... drip... black ooze started to fall from the trees, little droplets of black upon the party before.

[2015/07/24 18:36:54] /me Jamison Blackwater even in his dazed stupor glanced down and noticed the flames on the table. He didn't have to wonder what the hell it was, his body was smart enough to move out of the way. In fact... it might even be better if he were to leave this area entirely. Yes, instinct was taking over, and he was smart enough to at least wander away from the fire and the combat, seeing as how he wasn't able to do anything anyways. And he had done nothing to provoke an attack either. So he might as well get away from the painful burning and choking smog.

[2015/07/24 18:37:09] /me Shy [JSW] rolls R3 (CC:b83b): 98, I'm being dwarfed!

[2015/07/24 18:37:36] /me Sibylla Rewah backed from the scene of the shadeling attacking Asi. now that she could see what was causing this... she wanted out. gone. she wanted to leave. nope. she did not want to be part of this fight. she stumbled back and nearly landed in the fire by the table, so close to Jamison. cursing, her fake foot was stuck on the stump table. "bloody hell." she managed to yank it free, but not before quite a few black drops of ooze coated her white hair... WHITE HAIR. she looked like someone just dumped a bucket on her head. oh no that did not just happen. her spell was lost, she was too busy wiping the dripping goop from her face. 'fuck this shit' was her only thought, but no words came out. if she opened her mouth, she feared something might fly in. at this point anything could happen. so she scrambled up and backed away from her bane, the fire. the guard was pretty ok in the corner, against the stone, the baby just mumbling in baby talk and all that.

[2015/07/24 18:40:21] /me Asi scurries of the the side as soon as the weird black mass was off of him, poor thing. T'was not it he was fleeing either, but whatever fire was nearby he was compelled to nope from as far as he could without outright abandoning Cynric. Wide circling that hot mess and trying to take a sixth chair with him. "This is no longer interesting," he informs loudly, trying to drop himself and his chair nearby Cynric. "It is confusing and painful, and we should all leave."

[2015/07/24 18:40:58] /me Viveka was just about to leap in the direction of what was attacking Asi when she felt something fall on her head. She looked up only to have more land on her nose, which she quickly shook her head to make it fly off in another direction. And then, Asi smacked what was attacking him into a table...and...just....lost. She was so stupid when it came to combat that she was liable to just start swinging to make sure everything bad died....and possibly some of the good in the process. Instead, she offered herself as protection, going to where the little satyr was and trying to pull her out of the ground so that she could keep her from getting crushed or hurt in some other way.

[2015/07/24 18:42:10] /me Cynric remained focused on his spellweaving, diminly watching one of the tables near by go up in flame- but most importantly keeping an eye upon a certain elven creature that the shadling seemed to have desired. He sang out as he released his spell's intentions directly towards the Shadling (Shy). The earth around the Shadling cracks and shifts as large vines dance out of the ground and seek to impale him with multitude of thorns. "To destroy something beautiful." The dripp dripping of black ooze would just have to wait as it trickled down his face and mud and barked coated body. He had seemed entranced at first and only after firing the spell would his eyes slowly fall back to Asi whom was now back by his feet desiring departure. (2/2 'Vine' Acid Bolt)

[2015/07/24 18:42:27] /me Cynric rolls R7 (CC:b83c): 92, Acid Bold - Massive @ Shy

[2015/07/24 18:43:40] Corgi: (( Btw, the rain is not shade rot. It's just goopy black disgusting stuff. ))

[2015/07/24 18:44:06] /me Shy [JSW] As the shadeling flies to the side from Asi's back, Erthur's axe connects with its chest. The force of the impact instantly kills the shadeling, and you know what that means? Oh yes. The monster explodes into a font of toxic black ooze that sprays in the direction of Asi and Cynric, even as the thorny vines reach up to embrace a dark body that no longer exists ((Asi and Cynric, please roll Reflex vs. 130))

[2015/07/24 18:45:56] /me Cynric rolls Dice (CC:b83d): 27, To attempt doding - Blood Armor still active.

[2015/07/24 18:46:15] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me from her hiding place she sees black drops of 'slime?" dripping on the ground just outside her hole, the root above her keeping her safe from the falling dropplets for the time being..and then she sees the elf turned shewolf rushing towards her and reaching..maybe she lost it orr something, but shes safe where she is..she wiggles back against the grasping hand, "Frozen rat is cozy bedroll...fly cuttle fish Fly!" she screams.

[2015/07/24 18:47:11] Erthur Throkreak: /me felt the shade dissipate, good it meant he didn't have to yank his axe out, he'd stretch out yelling into the sky, his helemt mostly keeping the good away form his face unlike earlier with the wisp, "ARGHHHHH!" was all he could say lost to his bloodrage, he'd run over bones crushing them underfoot and knocking stools and barrels out of the way to slash at the wisps again!

[2015/07/24 18:47:41] /me Asi rolls R6 (CC:b83e): 36, Is so dead omg

[2015/07/24 18:47:47] /me Erthur Throkreak rolls R8 (CC:b83f): 125, The bigger axe is in my pants

[2015/07/24 18:49:07] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw): /me is getting coated in the black goop, which only irritates her more. She'd shake it off, sending it flying as she darted -away- from the bloodraged dwarf. She knew better. Yep. Not getting in his way, and getting the hell away from all that fire. She'd take in the scene, and try.. try.. to see if she could at least drag someone out of here and away from the clearly.. in her mind anyways.. Unseelie party crashers.

[2015/07/24 18:51:58] /me Viveka hadn't the foggiest idea what that meant...but since she was trying to get away from her....Vik could only assume that she didn't want the help? "Eddle bread snorts time monkeys!" she would say in the gruff voice, though more clear than other garou typically were. She wanted to get the little satyr girl out of the area if she could! It would help her feel less a fool for shifting for absolutely no reason at all. Maybe. Because things seemed to have calmed down. She honestly had no clue what was going on. About the same time that Reanna shook the muck off of her, Vik did the same thing, only adding to the nastiness that was flinging about everywhere. As futile as it was to even attempt it.

[2015/07/24 18:51:58] /me Bu'zyasti'in shuffled backwards slightly and kept his 'passenger' well-protected in his mass of coils; thankfully, being near 30 ft long meant he still had plenty of tail to work with for movement purposes. A victorious hiss escaped him as his second attack found its target, but upon seeing that immediate threat dealt with...he began to recognize that just about everyone was still a threat. Everyone, at least, that wasn't his passenger still wrapped relatively safely in his coils. A sharp glance was shot backwards over his shoulder as if seeking a path to run, even as drips of black liquid began to fall against his form - hopefully, his scaled coils at least protected Vala from that much. Noting that the shadeling had been dislodged from its target and he finally had a (relatively) clear shot, he aimed his palm at a spot over the dwarf's shoulder and...halted as said dwarf's attack smacked his target with enough force to cause it to explode. Well, that was about as long as he was going to stick around. Tu

[2015/07/24 18:51:59] /me Bu'zyasti'in: sinuously, the massive serpent uncoiled slightly so as to scoop Vala up in his arms with little discernible effort. Without so much as checking on anyone else present, he immediately began slithering his way the heck out of there, probably knocking tables and chairs out of the way with ease as he did. It was probably time for the poor girl to see a healer, and frankly he was beginning to panic just a little bit again.

[2015/07/24 18:53:23] Pie (pieta.nowles): ((Everything is dead currently, however there is black ooze coming from ze trees.))

[2015/07/24 18:53:25] ~Vala~: /me was carried off with NO arguments!

[2015/07/24 18:53:47] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw): Zee treeees))

[2015/07/24 18:54:01] Pie (pieta.nowles): ((Also those fleeing ignore the wall up, you are free to flee. ))

[2015/07/24 18:54:02] Raptus (krath): ((THEN I CHOP DOWN A TREE))

[2015/07/24 18:54:22] Cyn (cynabal): (Then flee I shall! Thanks for the awesome scene. xD)

[2015/07/24 18:54:32] Ravyn (ravyncorvys): ((ditto what Cyn said!))

[2015/07/24 18:54:55] Shyralei: ((Thank you everyone for participating! Welcome to Shadeling Rush Week!))

[2015/07/24 18:55:35] Batman (grant.kirax): ((the trees here will all rot away, but there will be something left behind ))

[2015/07/24 18:55:35] /me Asi pretty much gets coated in itching, burning crap. Presumably a sort of toxic substance that would still affect an elemental. Ferngully Hexxus crap right here, likely all up in his face. He felt, rather abruptly, polluted. Oil spilled in even, and it was enough to cause such a panic even chairs ceased to be on his mind. He just made some terrorized, confused sound of water glugging down a blocked drain and frantically grabbed for his summoner to try hauling his ass out of here.

[2015/07/24 18:56:08] Erthur Throkreak: /me swung his axe into one of the nearby burning tables to put the fire out, his blood rage was dying slowely as he hacked the fire out, yelling all the while, "ARGHHH YE FOCKIN HAH AHHH AHHAHHH!"

[2015/07/24 18:56:48] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me has no clue what that black stuff outside is, but she wasnt about to to go out there willingly, but then the hairy hand wraps around her body, "Buckets....baccon greese...fluffy pillow!!"

[2015/07/24 18:58:22] Reanna Sèitheach (reanna.lockjaw): /me cast a glance to the kin behind her, ears flicking, looking for all the world like a god damned hell hound with those horns, and that black goop covering her body. She snarls, making sure the others flee, and keeping an eye on the dwarf as he hacks his way out of his frenzy. She shook off the goop some more, hackles still raised as she pads around those left behind.

[2015/07/24 18:59:20] /me Cynric was no longer deluded from reality through emotions once he got his counter attack off to Asi's onslaught- but just as the vines errupted from the ground at a body already dead- black spews shot off his direction. However it got lost amongst the blood goop already raining from the sky, despite seeming somehow... different. He just was incapable of dodging it, and it fell upon his mud and bark created armor- covering in black goop that clung to it- coating it like some tar. His eyes widen at Asi's sounds. His own instincts kicking in to turn abruptly towards Asi, much concern upon his face. But the second that Asi sought to grab for him- all his strength plumpted out of his body, and his eyelids and head did a slow drooping roll, and by the time Asi had his arms around Cynric- Asi would be holding an unconscious body.

[2015/07/24 19:00:41] /me Viveka let out a huff as she seemed to have gotten hold of the little satyr girl. She would hold her close and shield her from the crap falling from the trees, not even realizing that's precisely what the girl was trying to avoid. She paused when she noted Reanna looking her way. She knew anything she said wasn't going to make any sense what so ever, so she just nodded her head to the freaky looking wolf, and then glanced to the dwarf that was getting a little sing happy. Slowly she would start to make her way out of the area with the little satyr girl to get her to safety. And then cleaned off. It was bad enough she couldn't sing for coin tonight...she didn't have to look and smell horrendous as well. She could at least still dance or something.

[2015/07/24 19:03:56] Erthur Throkreak: /me was calming down, usually this would be the point all his wounds caught up to him and he'd collapse due to blood loss, but he made it out of the battle pretty unscathed save the black jizz, he'd drop the head of his axe letting it embed into the gorund as he rested on a tree trunk a bit breathing, looking around before he spotted the horns, "Err...love?" he'd ask to the wolf, she had the same weird horns but he didn't remember her shifting he was too angry to have noticed.

[2015/07/24 19:04:38] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me stops struggling in the grip as she realizes the shewolf is covering her body from the black rain...she doesnt trust it, its not natural...but at least she doesnt get wet from it too much, "Happy frog, sings melody" she says in thanks as she is carried out.

[2015/07/24 19:05:30] /me Sibylla Rewah really needed a bath house. she sighed as the shadeling died. well that was interesting. she hoped that didn't hurt anyone. rolling her shoulders, she moved back over to her daughter fully, running a hand over her face. but she was too messy to take the child, Adria loved hair and Syb's hair was way too gross for Syb to let Adria get at it. so, she motioned her guards to get up and get going, her goop covered ass following suit and off she went.

[2015/07/24 19:06:46] /me Asi already looked a fair bit nasty by the time he got to dragging the now floppy Cynric backward. Flesh erupted in gross, like veins, and might be having some overall oozing Dali effect to them. Before a proper exit though, as he wasn't sure what Cynric would himself, he asks the remaining hardcore goers, "May I provide assistance to anyone else?" The dwarf and the wolf, of course.

[21:04] мαε (corgi) shouts: The second she passed the gates to the Keep, she began yelling as loud as those lungs would let her, for help, assistance for the wounded.
[21:11] Asi hurriedly iced the small fishes in the communal kitchen area, still without input or word on anything about the human's day of food free for alls and general oddness. None of it was contract relevant, after all. Food iced, plant matter stuck on top, whee ice cantrips and stuff, he makes his merry way up the steps, pausing only for what sounded like some hardcore shouting in the distance. "Information on the ring or dragon?" he asks as Cynric apparently followed. "And do you desire to investigate those sounds?"
[21:18] Kynaston Chasin found a spot near to the wall to relax languidly against as he occupied himself with observing the actions of Asi tending to stuff within the kitchen. He had not even thought of where ice would be gotten from, cleaver enough to assume Asi had intended to make his own but he was still just as impressed when he does, as it was not something Cynric held the ability of. He had practically walked right on into the kitchen area only to have Asi slip on past to the stairs which he followed up behind. The sound of screaming was far off indeed, and clearly beyond the village, he could make out nothing of it from within the building. "Dragon? Oh no nothing on the ring or the dragon, everyone was a bit to preoccupied with food consumption." He surged a bit forward, extending his arms out towards Asi in a clear intention to try to touch the man - just a light grace of his fingers to Asi's shoulders or arms is all he craved. "Does it claim your interest to do so?" He sounded eager, perked up a bit- hop
[21:18] Kynaston Chasin: some interest.. emotions.. anyhting.. from the man.
[21:29] Asi stops short of actually going in their room as his shoulder is touched, silently noting the lack of anything to do with their, or Cynric's, Warden objective. Might even be bothered to turn around and face the man, if only to dislodge his fingers. "I have no interests to claim. Such is not my purpose," he assures the mage politely, bowing to him and everything. "If you have no interest, then we do not go. It is this simple. Whomever is suffering is of consequence to me."
[21:35] Kynaston Chasin was more than a bit bothered by the lack of permitting of any affection- the hand was indeed tossed a side to be forced to return back to Cynric's side. "And you did have interests, but I guess those are all mine now." He said in a bit of a moody tone. "I do hold interest, just that I could decipher nothing from a distant noise that it seemed almost foolish to run off into the night to seek it out. But fine, whatever, if you are in believe that there is someone suffering and that it should hold some conseqence to me, or my goals, then we shall go and see." Clearly he was not getting anywhere with Asi at the moment, and maybe some fresh air would do at least Cynric good. If Asi was still carrying around things, "Go ahead and set down whatever else you have, then we will be on our way." He took another large bite to the apple as he waited for Asi to be ready to depart, the apple was really just a distraction.
[21:41] Asi straightens his posture towards the mage, careful not to show care in one direction or another as he simple repeats, "It is of no consequence to me, nor do I hold opinion. The decision is your's, I will simply follow." Only thing he's been carrying otherwise was his shirt, and that he'd drop as instructed.
[21:42] Kynaston Chasin munches on the apple and jesters it towards the shirt on the floor, "But that back on then follow." He would turn and walk back off and out of the apartment.
[21:47] Kynaston Chasin only hesitated up long enough for Asi to complet the latest task, before continuing on his way. He would walk briskly, looking for anything that may have been a disturbance or have caused the problem but so far it elluded him. Eventually he would arrive at the Keep- eatten apple tossed aside at some point within the woods. He quickly notices Jahou standing about. "We heard a noise, do you know anything of this and is everything alright?"

[21:49] Jahou would glance around, "I only just got up here a brief time ago to take look around, but I've not heard nor seen anything amiss since stepping up here."

[21:50] Asi put his shirt on and followed. Nothing interesting, just a pond. Oh look, an NPC nurse looking for a doctor courtesy of one SW.

[21:53] Kynaston Chasin gave a nod to Jahou, "Aye, well I will let you know if I come upon any other information." When apparently a Nurse came along the path asking around about doctors, "Well no, not a doctor exactly, though I hold some knowledge in field medics, but of the mudane non magicial variety as my skills excell mostly in herbology, but I do not think I can be of much help."

[21:56] Jahou would offer nod, "Aye, I shall be around the keep for a bit if anything requires my assistance. " He'd noted fearless leader heading into the infirmary, "For the moment I'd promised the harbinger a word at next chance so I ought see to what she needs before I get saddled with digging latrine holes." He'd chuckle softly and turn about dramatically as he hopped quickly down off the platform.

[21:59] Kynaston Chasin gave a wave to Jahou as he departed, though as it were, they seemed to be headed the same direction- as their new course wsa towards the infirmary to at least find out waht the commotion was about.

[22:00] Warden's Keep: Notice! This area is heavily patroled by armed Wardens. Attempts at theft or violence within view will be met with a swift response from them. Contact an Admin or Storyweaver if you wish to attempt this

[22:02] Asi remains all the quiet, but helpfully joins the large infirmary party going on to aid in making the patient feel real guilty and self aware of his failures to not just cut up like long pork. Likely by staring at him until Kynaston asks for anything.

[22:03] Kynaston Chasin actually ended up heading off the same direction as Jahou did, following a nurse though he was in the midst of explaining to the nurse that he did not work at the infirmary but was still interested in offering his aid where he could. So in this manner they would eventually arrive to the infirmary, some odd amount of time since Asi and him had heard the noise off in the distance- and he was rather surprised to find the infirmary so full and promptly saught to step off to the side to investigate. He asked nothing of Asi directly, only giving a slight sweeping gesture to the area he slipped off too.

[22:03] Jaxon (nelu.zuta): UUgh this fucking hurt! He ws cursing just about everyone at this point. Fuck the Gods! Fuck his life, fuck Yer Momma! He was so hurt he had no more witty come backs D: all he could do was making pained sounds...which...ironically sounded like good sex...you know that is! "CUNT!" Was the one word he got to shoot out of his mouth as he was rolled onto his back that a hole in it....and no, it wasnt poop shoot it was an actual HOLE in his god damned back.

[22:07] Jahou would wince as he stepped in to strong language. He was not expecting that, not that foul words were offensive, it was just a bit of blunt force trauma. He'd bow his head towards the Harbinger, "Miss Abassi, you'd said you'd wanted words with me... sorry for the delay and all, but no pressing matters draw my attention elsewhere if you'still have need of me."

[22:11] Abassi entered in to utter chaos it seemed as her ears received a barrage of profanities and she literally had to stop a moment as the man rolled off the bed, revealing a hole in his lower back. " By Valeska's nose ring, da hell is going on 'ere?" the Harbringer called over the man's dramatics and let her eyes rest on the orc. " Thundah?" she inquired, searching for the quickest answer as the infirmary grew crowded with an audience. "Kendrick, Ahi, Jackal... " she turned to greet the newly arrived trio and smiled to the goatman, " Ah yes I did, dear but dis man seems ta have sustained a gruesome wound... I am going ta try to assist... I sent for a healer. Any of ya know more than da basic first aid?" she peered over the three.

[22:15] Thunder huffed, sitting down on the bed beside him. "You are baby human." She'd suffered worse.. But then again, she was an orc. The nurses had not done much other than throw a salve over the entrance and exit wounds that went through his side and try to patch it up. Luckily for him, it had missed any internal organs, even though the blast had gone clear through to the other side. They had done their best to sew it shut but it was still bleeding and the orc kept repeating in her head that he wasn't going to make it if he didn't get proper attention. She kept looking towards the door, hoping that healers would come in with the nurse she sent out. Instead, what came in was a group of .. four? Three she had seened around the Keep, and one she knew as their Harbinger. Thunder pushed herself off the bed the second she recognized that red mane and turned to face her. The front of the orc was covered in blood, as well as her arms from when she had carried him over. "Human dying. Pissed off naga. She summoned ice, went

[22:15] Thunder through him." She shook her head a few times, those thick dreads falling over her shoulders as she did. "Thunder can't help, nurses did all could."

[22:16] Kynaston Chasin may have only just entered and not had a chance to fully access the situation... but the cries of pleasure were noted immeditely, only they were in actality the suffarance of pain - but the sounds sort of jarred him awake though he had not realized he was even partially in a daze. He stood wide eyed at someone potentially luder then he. "Could be easily misjudged... But the man seemes gravely wounded. I fear it is as I was just telling the nurse, I regreatably do not possess a job within this establishment to offer my aid here, within this establishment. But I hold the abilitly to make herbal tinctures, that would greatly relieve the pain, and prevent infections of the open wounds. I do not have the ingredents I would need to make it, but it sounds like a remady for frost bite and warming the skin back up would be sufficient in aiding in the meantime."

[22:22] Asi turns it's third eye upon the satyr, not that it could see, but he felt it important just stare-but-not at it whilst actually staring at the swearing, thrashing and recognizable gentleman. "It is the diseased one's affectionate caretaker," he notes for Cynric, or the room at large like they cared for mundane facts. He cared for mundanely fascinating human facts, but could keep himself appropriately silent until Cynric states all that he can do. Far more helpful than he, ridding of pain and infection was nothing to sneeze at. Thus he only supplies, "It can force the fluids in the body to do as pleases. The wounds can be forced shut. It is unpleasant, however." If Cynric didn't know of this trick, he did now.

[22:32] Jaxon (nelu.zuta): Wha...whaaaa!!! He wasnt a baby! He'd been stabbed with knives and swords before, but magic ice bolts threw his body was relatively new experience. "What....she said." He gritted threw his teeth. Damn though. Touch a snake ladies coils and hell breaks loose. It wasnt like he copped a feel or nothin!



Vaguely he was picking up on the voices of the others, but the muttering of the npc nurses was still kind of distracting, even as they were off in the corner now as they'd done all they could. 'Diseased ones care taker' he picked up on though nd tried to focus on the blue man across the way. He recognized him too. "She's dieing." Hell he might be dieing who knew. Why right now she was relevant? Maybe it was the spinning room and blood loss. He was starting to feel a little out of it. Stuff was hurting less though. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?

[22:35] Jahou would shake his head, "I'm a Songblade, no healer Harbinger, most I could do is calm him down, but little other real aid could be rendered by my hands. " He smiled weakly, "Now if Cyp were about, she could help out." But he hadn't seen her today he figured. "Well I know too many cooks when I see it and the man clearly needs some aid. I'll back out and let the more skilled hands set to work on this matter."

[22:45] Abassi grit her teeth as everyone replied and fell short of what they needed. She nodded to the gratefully but turned back to the orc and her patient with a grimace. She was a hunter, tracker, warrior... hell even talented in some parts of blacksmithing but healing? She could only produce as much as the nurses could. " Da man must have internal damage.. Im na sure how long he will last if we at least stabilize em." The woman approached the bed and tried to assist the man back onto the little cot before peering at his wounds, glancing around the infirmary. " Is dere anything ya can give him ta help me' sleep till a healer can see him in da mornin?" she asked the nurses, " At least wrap it up and bandage it till da healers here." the woman directed the nurses as if she had the authority but between her intense stare and the direness of the situation, they seemed to budge and ran off to collect what was needed. " I will send word ta da head healer... Is that da Cy... you were speaking of?" she turned to Cynric.

[22:50] Thunder glanced behind her. It felt like the amount of blood had doubled.. tripled since the last time she properly got a good look at him. It had to just be her mind playing tricks on her, though. Her brows raised, actual concern present on the orc's features as she turned her attention back to the group. "Help him now." She demanded, looking at them all in turn. There was something she just wasn't quite grasping about the fact that no one had moved to help him, other than Abassi. "Please. Do what need do." At that last part, her eyes were trained on Asi. If they knew how to heal him, even if it would hurt or leave scars or whatever, she definitely wanted it done. The fact that she hadn't been able to get to him fast enough made her feel like this was her fault, and it made her stomach cringe. A Warden that couldn't even help a single inhabitant from getting a fuckin' ice spike in the stomach. That was unfortunate.

[22:53] Kynaston Chasin fetches out his book chained to his belt. It was a handwritten journal that he promptly begins thumbing through. He paused for only a moment to examine the wounded man, before peering back to Asi, his brow perking a bit. And there would be some indication he did not know of such a trick. "That does sound mighty unpleasent though if the other alternative would be to accept death, I am sure it isn't a terrible alternative." His gaze returning to the book and he seemed to have some strange method of fliping through it, turning back a few pages, then checking on another page. He seemed to be mathing and calculating in his mind. He peers over to the demands and wants of Thunder, giving a light nod. "We are here to help as we can, and are permitted to. For what I would be able to do, I am in need of sage, rose hip, hyssop, aloe vera, horsetail, rosemary, chamomile, and I will also be needing honey and some hot water. And I guess in particularly a cutting station and a place to grind herbs. Then

[22:53] Kynaston Chasin: move him out, administer what I can to him, then toss him back in here, for Lady Cy to tend to when she can, though I am in need to speak to the Lady Cy, though it would not be to come by a job here of course, as it would conflict with my other interests." He closes the journal with a lite plop. "The same would go for Asi as not being staff within this facility."

[22:58] Asi returns all eyes to the calming man on the bed, having been spoken directly to in regards to the tiny being he had seen Jaxon with. "Your lives are short and easily made shorter," he replies forlornly, like he pitied the man and his dying friend but couldn't exactly grasp why it was bad. Even so, capable of being moved and all, he offers a quieter, "If it is deemed acceptable to aid her, then perhaps." He seemed to be awaiting a go ahead to fleshmeld the dying man, looking to Abassi briefly as she was supposedly Cynric's and thus his own boss creature. But she didn't seem to understand. The other woman he didn't know, but... and Cynric was suggesting slightly amusing things. "I like the strange human," he decides, ignoring outright whatever rules may or may not exist that meant exactly nothing to a prettier Olaf. To the bed he moves, bending at at a sharp angle and placing the needly tips of his nails in a circle around the obvious wound. Was just a came of morbid fascinated staring after that, bendin

[22:58] Asi: micro structures to it's well so long as moisture exited. There was nothing pleasant about such a trick though, more like being slowly ripped in half, just in reverse (1 of Fleshmelding).

[22:59] Jahou calls back voer shoulder after his player has a post clarified to him, "Aye Harbinger, that would be 'er!"

[23:12] Thunder seemed .. somewhat satisfied when the blue thing went to help Jaxon. With a little shake of her head, she just.. walked out, ducking through the door frame and exiting the establishment. The guilt was tearing her apart and she needed to get away from the screaming that she felt would be coming soon. (( aka her player was super tired and needed to go to bed like, 3 hours ago and is skipping people so she can go pass out, SORRY. ))

[23:12] мαε (corgi): (( Thanks for the roleplay everyone, but legit I need to go to bed like now ))

[23:13] Bird Ix'Chirp (jaden.tyles): ((Nini Mae!))

[23:13] Cynric (jens.ixchel): ((thanks for the scene

[23:13] Jaxon (nelu.zuta): (Niiighteh you)

[23:13] Λɓγรรµร (takaki.rejkus): ((Rest well!))

[23:15] Jaxon (nelu.zuta): Helped back onto the bed Jaxon cursed a new...but less vigorously. He felt exhausted and just damned worn out and light headed at this point. He didnt feel like he had any energy left to spare but he did give a "Thanks Cinnamon." To Abassi and a wink up at the Orc lady in thanks too.



To Asi (Which is confusing with an Abassi here too!) He gave a lop sided grin....likely with drool...but effort counted right? "I.. like... ya t-" But the word cut off, JAxons body arched up off the bed, he might not have had the energy but his body didnt care. There were no words now, JAxon screamed. He screamed and he thrashed and he fought. Someone was likely going to have to hold him down. Dieing or not he'd never felt pain like this and be damned he was going to sit and take it quietly, even if it was for his own good.

[23:17] Taegen V'hoori (alyxz.marenwolf): [Sorry net cut out. Can I get reposts? Any after Asi?]

[23:18] Cynric (jens.ixchel): ((will let yall repost for her

[23:18] Bird Ix'Chirp (jaden.tyles): [22:59] Jahou calls back voer shoulder after his player has a post clarified to him, "Aye Harbinger, that would be 'er!"

[23:12] Thunder seemed .. somewhat satisfied when the blue thing went to help Jaxon. With a little shake of her head, she just.. walked out, ducking through the door frame and exiting the establishment. The guilt was tearing her apart and she needed to get away from the screaming that she felt would be coming soon. (( aka her player was super tired and needed to go to bed like, 3 hours ago and is skipping people so she can go pass out, SORRY. ))

[23:19] Jaxon (nelu.zuta): ****Re-post***



Helped back onto the bed Jaxon cursed a new...but less vigorously. He felt exhausted and just damned worn out and light headed at this point. He didnt feel like he had any energy left to spare but he did give a "Thanks Cinnamon." To Abassi and a wink up at the Orc lady in thanks too.



To Asi (Which is confusing with an Abassi here too!) He gave a lop sided grin....likely with drool...but effort counted right? "I.. like... ya t-" But the word cut off, JAxons body arched up off the bed, he might not have had the energy but his body didnt care. There were no words now, JAxon screamed. He screamed and he thrashed and he fought. Someone was likely going to have to hold him down. Dieing or not he'd never felt pain like this and be damned he was going to sit and take it quietly, even if it was for his own good.

[23:25] Abassi blinked as they shy little wonder wandered over to the bed and she got a confirmation from Jahou, glancing to the door and then to Cynric briefly as he read off an ingredients list. " Nurses!" she snapped her fingers, demanding they listen to him though they seemed pretty miffed at the intrusion but who was going to argue with a wild haired, sword carrying woman under the title of 'Harbinger'? They sure didnt though some sure would. The ladies went to grab the man's requested and Aba's eyes reverted to the elemental, watching him closely and wrinkling her nose at the petname before surprise completely drowned any previous expression. The screams were loud and disorienting, anyone watching closely maybe see something slither under her pants leg before disappearing and she put a thumbs up towards the pair tending to the wounded man. " Ill leave this to ya.. Ill send a boy out ta da Aberwyth Infirmary, letting them know we used supplies and that dere is a patient ere' for dem. I need ta talk to Jagoul." If o

[23:25] Abassi she could remember names correctly... she was getting close though! Repetition, repetition! " Excuse me."

[23:25] Taegen V'hoori (alyxz.marenwolf): the*

[23:26] Taegen V'hoori (alyxz.marenwolf): seen*

[23:29] Kynaston Chasin may have been busy examining what herbs and other things he possessed on his person. Some of the more basic herbs he may have had at present, but he hardly had the entire slue of them, and failed to have any honey. Through his searching he looked up to seeing Asi moving closer, giving him a nod to permit his investigation. He was glad to see that the orcish woman seemed somewhat relieved from her clear state of suffering from guilt. But once Jaxon started thrashing around, Cynric dropped the book form his hands - which was still chained to his belt- to hurry across the distance. He slipped around Asi, ensuring not to bump him while he was concentrating, as he seeks to take hold of Jaxon, firm strong hands aiming to restrict his movements, at least until the nurses actually started bringing him the herbal components he had requested. He would promptly dissmiss not being able to aid, to set out to work. A confirming nod given to Abassi, "Thank you for ensuring that I get what I need." And ot

[23:29] Kynaston Chasin: not hold her up any.. as now he was busy juggling trying to keep the man from thrashing around too much, while begining to prepair the tincture and salve. - hey thats what sitting on peoples uninjurted chests and using ones lap was for!

[23:37] Asi manages to make like water and be fluid in motion, crazy reflex skills being good for simply gracefully moving his hand and arm along the wild dying animal thrashing going on. Movement around him didn't seem to phase him either, if only because being too disturbed from concentrating could potentially turn innards to functioning outtards. Did not keep him silent, though, curiously whispering to whomever listened, "Is this what pain is then? It is interesting to see pain. It is very lively. It is fortunate to feel pain." Wound seemed to be working itself shut from the inside out otherwise, tissue thick and discolored, liable to still cause sporadic pain for the rest of the poor man's life with weather changes and all that. (2/3 Fleshlulz)

[23:49] Jahou was taking in the cooler night air, which wasn't saying much because it was still stifling with the humidity as it were. He stared up at the moon almost affectionately as he teetered back and forth on poised hooves. The noise of the commotion within the infirmary had well faded into the background for him, a chaotic situation he felt rather helpless in, hence his departure. He'd scarcely notice in his wandering thoughts the noise of the Harbinger exiting the building and approaching from behind.

[23:53] Jaxon (nelu.zuta): Is not so flesh lulz! ITs more Flesh Q_Q 's. Also why yes Asi...this is what the pain was like! Very, very, unfortunate.



A full grown man sitting on his chest couldnt keep Jaxon from some how finding air enough to scream. The pain was driving him out of his fucking mind, and when he couldnt reach Asi or the man on top of him the thrashing and the fight had to turn some where. It had him looking like a rabid dog as he clawed the bad, his mouth trying to bite the pillow under his head and his legs kicked out at the foot board of the infirmary bed.

Flesh melding ...it felt more like there was a garbage disposal inside his gut and someone flipped on the switch.

[23:55] Kynaston Chasin wasn't particularly a worried wart, but primarily did not want to do bad within the isle they had recently arrived. But with the Harbinger's blessing he resolved himself to set about the task and complete it well. It would take him a bit to cut up and blend the herbs, especially given poor working environment of the moving 'seat' beneath him. Knife would be abandoned in favor of ripping and tearing herbs with his fingers to prevent an innocedent, he was rather clumpsy after all. Asi's words did not go missed, but no answer came. He would let the main ride out his pain at present, remaining perched upon his chest. The herbs were being collected into two piles - the sage, rosehip, hyssop, and chamomile in one while the aloe vera, rosemarry, and horsetail in another. As long as Jaxon wasn't distrubting him too much- it appeared he may just be done about the time Asi was finished with his spell.
[23:58] Abassi exhaled in sigh as she shut the door securely behind her and stepped out into the night. " Oh ya didn't go very far did ya?" she chuckled and moved to stand beside him, listening to the commotion behind while fingers fumbled for the pipe snugged securely in one of her belt bags. "So ya worked for da Warden's for some time now then?" she inquired in opening small talk while she began to pack the bowl of the pipe with strong smelling herb.

[00:02] Jahou would take note of Abassi more clearly when her words touch his ear. He'd swivel head and tilt horns to her with a warm smile, "Nah, figured if anything were needed of me, I might as well be in ear shot. Quiet night otherwise, guards up on the wall don't seem to be calling out anything unusual. " He would roll his shoulders gently, and took moment to give the Harbinger appraisal, she a lady, he a Satyr, though glances he'd normally steal shamelessly were given with far more cautious appraisal since this woman were now a superior to him within the organization he was oath sworn to, which surprising even to Jahou overruled his natural tendencies. . "Aye I number among those who were here when the walls went up miss Abassi. "

[00:04] Asi is just so fascinated by the human's pain, not for wishing him ill of course. Just because he didn't understand it. Luckily he was near finished with the mend, soothing a soft, "You will not die today," in the vague hope of making Jaxon feel better. Blood at least had likely stopped pouring forth, replaced by a thick mass of flesh that just seemed to bubble forth, spread enough to pinch all flesh shut, then finally come to a rest. "It is done," he informs the room, withdrawing his hand and standing straight once more, but droopy eyed and a fair bit woobly. "Kynaston, I am depleted. Allow me to rest. Please thank you." (3/3 freshmelts and done)

[00:10] Abassi didnt seem to pay much mind to his wandering eyes as she looked out over the Keep and indulged in the color air of the darkness. It was her prime, her natural setting and she felt more comfortable in the shadows. A small nod came at his words, " Aye... I only know basic first aid. Probably should learn more..." she sighed and shrugged, " Should be alright doe.. wit da help of da othahs." The woman reassured though in reality felt no need to care for the man's life or wellbeing. " Oh. I was 'ere den too. Not 'ere ... 'ere but on da isle. Interestin' how thing turn out, yeah?"

[00:15] Jahou would smile, "You could have been here here and I might not recollect it, wardens have been many and I still speak to some for the first time after three years since the official formation. But as to you being on the island all this time and suddenly coming into acquisition of of the warden's leadership...? Yes that is quite interesting. " He smirked, "And perhaps suspicious on some level, as I'm sure you can fathom. You seem smart, capable, and of course quite obviously lovely... But why are you here?" he arched a brow towards her. "Though it was you who wished to speak to me, I mean not to sidetrack your intent. "

[00:19] Jaxon (nelu.zuta): It gave in, all of him gave in. The pain had been overwhelming. Kyns not so light weight butt on his chest wasnt helping now either, but with everything at a stand still but his body still giving small spasms his body finally took mercy on him and pushed him over the edge and into blissful unconsciousness

(Since its like 3:30 am and im tired . Thanks for the rp everyone!)

[00:21] Kynaston Chasin combined the ingredents in two seperate ways- making a thick paste out of one using the honey as a base while making more of a tea out of the rest of the ingredents using the hot water as its base. The prepared sage, rose hip, hyssop, and chamomile were placed to seep in the hot water. He gave a nod of confirmation to Asi, "Understood, you may rest, but I am expecting you will return back to the room?" He questioned, before adding in, "I will be headed their shortly" After all he imagined that the fleshmending was no easy feet, but he was fairly tired himself this late at night. The honey blend consisted of the aloe vera, rosemary, and the horsetail. He took up a handfull of it and gooped it onto the freshly healing 'flesh-mended' wound. He made sure to rub it in well, explaining, "This will ensure no infection occurs on the healing flesh, it will also reduce pain and tension to the body, and will decreaese the resulting scar that a wound like this is likely to cause." But by now was speak

[00:21] Kynaston Chasin: unconscious man, As for the cup, he finally slipped off of Jaxon, "Drinking this tea, it will greatly diminish pain," He offered it to the nurses for them to give to Jaxon when he awakes. "And this is all I can do for you and wish you well rest." He would pause to look at Asi in sort of a 'I want you to follow' sort of way without demanding it, cleaned up his messed and left from the infirmary- Abassi and Jahou getting a bow in departure- but he did not stop for plesentries.

[09:37] Asi has found a more shallow version of himself appeared without question or warning, and so the only logical thing to do about this is perch in the water and bask.
[09:41] Kynaston Chasin had followed Asi down to the pool of water that had appeared near to their inn room. He spent only but a moment unstrapping his boots before wadding into the water himself after Asi – though did not seem to have as much intention on fully laying down and wallowing in the water. “This is a pleasant surprised. I must have slept through the rain storm last night.”
[09:51] Asi seemed particularly gleeful himself to be rolling in the shallow water, at being wet or not hardly mattered to him. There may even be times when he seemed to 'vanish' just to rise again like a wave and materialize it's human form again. Naturally, once he's done playing he makes his solidifying way back to Cynric, peering over the vicinity briefly before trying to fold the human's head for kiss planting.
[10:05] Kynaston Chasin was probably watching Asi with somewhat of a fascination like watching a fish or a dolphin playing about in the surf… practically creating surf. Asi did almost seem to disappear multiple times, and it made him chuckle. “Hmmm you are within your element.” He said almost in a jokingly serious way before Asi appeared back before him seeming to be seeking affections that Cynric would not deny him. He wraps his arms around the man, pulling him a bit closer not overly seeming to mind the wetness.
[10:26] Asi would not understand the joke, of course, only nodding to agree that he was indeed in his element. His present interests had much more to do with his human now, all but caging the man's head in oversized hands as he covered the human in moist kisses and damp hugs. "Cynric. Would you teach me hobbies?" he asks the man, a bit wide eyed as he gingerly, very gently, touches a claw to a painted eyelid. "But perhaps it is pointless to know a pointless skill. I desire to immortalize you."
[10:32] Kynaston Chasin was trapped within the hold of Asi, though it seemed like a caging that he permitted and was fine with. Though Asi’s wetness and the moist kisses would do well to dampen the hair and get bits of it to fall down messy. He smiled softly, working his own lips against placed on Asi he could kiss, the neck, chin, and so forth. “Hobbies? I am none to keen on actual hobbies myself beyond picking of herbs and the likes. Though I did want to see about endulging in hobbies such as soap making, that might be something amusing to do with the herbs we collect.” He held himself particularly still when Asi’s sharp nails begin to touch over the green hued paint he wore about his eyes. His lashes fluttering a bit from the touching. “Speaking of hobbies though, I would like to take on finding the magic shop soon, to begin working on coming about a new spell.”
[10:44] Asi slowly strokes his hands down and off the handsome mage's face, preferring to wrap arms around the man's waist and hide his face against his shoulder. "I will discover a hobby," he replies soft, perhaps less so interested in soaps though he would do them for Cynric. "May I learn something of my own?" he rephrases slowly, a bit guarded, unsure if he was stepping out of line at that point. "Not that I am uninterested in soaps and aiding you n learning new spells," he adds on.
[10:50] Kynaston Chasin adjusted himself to be taken within Asi’s arms where he still held no grounds for trying to get away from the man. “Sure, if you are so seeking to want to learn something of your own, this is permissible. I suppose it is always good to have hobbies and find some simple joy in ones life. Especially for as long as I hold you bounded to me, you essentially live a more mortal life. Do you have any thoughts on what it is that you would like to seek to do?”
[11:00] Asi keeps pressing and pushing himself into his human, slowly, but perhaps noticeably, literally molding his form against the man. Then buggling with some excitement, hair curing and relaxing in mini waves as he leans back to give Cyn his brightest smile. "I want to art," he breaths. "Yes, I want to make the colorful things on the stretched papers. I want to imprint your face on one. Or perhaps I want to smash earth into shapes of my liking. I am unsure! Maybe write? I need to learn how to... write. And read. The tiny scratches forming lines into of various sized lines in larger tines that consume the books."
[11:07] Kynaston Chasin did not at all seem to notice at first the tenaciousness of Asi’s pushing.. but his entire body would perfectly be pushed to mold around the other’s body, though after some continuation he would lose his footing and be forced to step back. His mind was becoming a bit deluded at present, a warmth trickling through his body making it harder to concentrate on Asi – but he endeavored to keep his mind off such things, “Ah, you mean similarly to what it is that I do from time to time.. though I had not really thought it of a hobby.” He fetched out his hand written journal, to thumb open to a particular page where one could see that it had herbs and flowers very well drawn out to determine which herbs were which- though the journal in itself lacked color, and only substituted with arrows and words indicating colors and textures.
[11:15] Asi might have been on his way to literally enveloping Cyn in his own body like weird sentient armor. But luckily for the human, the talk of hobbies and retrieval of a book delighted the pond into letting go completely so it could admire Cyn's book. "Yes, this. I need to learn this," he agrees, trying to gently touch the book in question. "Ah I... but this is practical to know. I mean less practical as well. I will learn, and then I will show you," he continues on, sort of nervousness at his claws then. "Yes. I am going to be a wife."
[11:20] Kynaston Chasin wasn’t too particularly caring for the ‘finer things of life’ in regarding other people. But Asi, he did actually care enough about to want to listen and take fascination in such discussions as hobbies. He at least came to the conclusion that he cared enough to –try- to pay attention and show interest in Asi’s own ‘interests’. It actually took some amount of resolve to keep his focus, as his body and mind were want to wonder off to other topics or things that more greatly directly impacted Cynric beyond how learned and artsy his summoned element was. He permitted Asi to touch near the book, though he would not allow the water elemental to touch it for too long of a span of time, presumably to save the pages from collecting too much moisture before he slide it a bit out of reach. Asi’s words made him drop the book, but luckily it was still attached to its chain and only swung at the side of his hip. “What?” He said a bit harshly, nervously, before permitting a laughter t
[11:20] Kynaston Chasin: “Ah, right, anyways hobbies, yes, that is swell. Very swell. We shall have to go see about getting you some materials of your own.”
[11:34] Asi sadly seemed to be boring the human with it's ever increasing interests in becoming a 'real person'. All attempts, of course, loosely based on experience it did not particularly understand. Even so, it wasn't completely socially inept, and would belatedly catch on to being humored more than listened to. "I am going to be a wife," he repeats, sterner now, "I am /already/ halfway there, Kynaston Chasin. I do the stray things it is deemed good and proper for such a creature to do. All that I miss is a pregnant. I will obtain a pregnant," he informs, large claws fanned dramatically, "Hobbies, and skills, ruined dreams, ignored thoughts, dismissed emotions, and a pregnant. I will acquire these and become a wife to you."
[11:38] Kynaston Chasin sort of eyes Asi with a sort of expression that Asi might have just told Cynric he was going to rid the sky of the moon. “Right, yes, you will be one day,” he finally stated, seeming very uncertain of what else he aught to have said instead. He sort of chuckles at the pregnant comment as was prompted to take Asi back in his arms to give the man a squeeze and a kiss to the cheek. “I am sure if you so seek to obtain one, you will.” As he could not at this time bring himself to crush the dreams of the man.. all to quick to remember the days Asi was dead of the mind. “One should not seek to achieve ruined dreams, ignored thoughts, and dismissed emotions. These are negative things that generally only come about from following dreams, expressing thoughts, and holding emotions that one wants to share.”

[14:38] Asi was, of course, an exceptionally excited thing when he brought Cynric to the wee cabin below the main village. Just a square little building, clearly not grand, but nonetheless practically dragged the mage to and inside it by the arms.
[14:48] Kynaston Chasin had not a clue what Asi was going on about – what had excited the man, and led to something of a drag through town. It wasn’t that Cynric was unwilling to come along, as by this point his curiosity had been perked into wanting to find out what was going on- but he still held some slower steps, along with some questioning that was never quite a command to be told. But when they neared the cabin, he paused outside, “Asi, you can not just enter into someone elses home, unless you are in the process of bedding them.. in which case than it is usually permissiable unless they are a mistress or the likes where they are having an affair and married or bedding another in which case coming in on them is generally not the best idea.” He proclaimed as he was dragged in.
[14:59] Asi more than likely just giggled and laughed and politely refrained from answering questions directly. Trying out the whole 'surprise' thing as it were, which seemed to be working rather nicely. Cynric may notice, after his initial cute lil spazzing, that the home might just already conctain a few of his personal belongings mingled with leftovers from the prior owner. "It is a good thing then that this home belongs to you, and that I am the mistress, right?" he counters after the man explains tho whole 'knock first' bit without actually telling him to knock. A half second of an awkward pause later he stomps a foot forward, initiates jazz hands and chimes, "Surprise! We have acquired a shelter!"
[15:04] Kynaston Chasin was quick to spot his own stuff amongst the various items about the little cabin. They had been in storage at their previous location but he was not so soon to not recognize him. His mouth gapped open in sort of a ‘What’ manner, as his wide eyes looked between Asi and the rest of the stuff about the cabin. “Uh huh.” He said in somewhat of a confused manner, before stating, “If this were my cabin than yes, I suppose that would make you the mistress of the house, But I am really unsure of how you came about acquiring shelter.” He chuckles. “Or did you just randomly storm in here and decided you wanted to live in here?” He would seek to take hold of the man.
[15:16] Asi was all but aglow and quite proud of himself for their new little home, where he was quite sure he was decorating nicely for the mage. Even moved ahead to artfully adjust a few things on the large and littered cabinet set ahead, half climbed on top of it and stretching to push a potted plant before Cynric's incredulous statements stops him. "A round man in a decorated robe was tapping a sign out, and I became curious and investigated. He said then that it was a home for sale, he was lord of lands and could sell the home, but i informed him my cousins of the land may not be so amused at being..... no matter, all of that. I told him you were Very Important, Practically a Prince of the Wood and that I was your courtesan and huscarl. He gave me an odd ook, but he did sell it to me for a trinket I've kept around a while. Said it covered half the costs, and we may work the rest."
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[15:23] Kynaston Chasin could atleast tell by how Asi was acting that the element was far more than happy and suited within. But still there was a strange creeping feeling welling inside of him as to how his elemental had came by owning an establishment. It was probably his job to provide such things, not his summoned element. And it was a weird concept to him, that only made him doubtful. But he could tell from the look of Asi that this was not a moment to lay to crush social standings- that perhaps he did grasp and understand the general concept of. He took a deep breath, resolving himself to a more eager and enthusiastic disposition as opposed to berating the man for a potential social misunderstanding. “And you did all of that? Well that does sound like quite the conversation, and truly if you must have told him all that than it must truly be true that you have came to aquire the place for us.” He smiles softly, still wondering how big of a fall back this would actually have when the owners of the home ca
[15:23] Kynaston Chasin: there was otherwise some realization that Asi had been doped or misunderstood something. “It is a very nice place.”
[15:38] Asi was naturally telling the truth, simply because the thought process required to lie so elaborating on his own just didn't exist for him. Lying for Cynric as instructed by Cynric was easy, hence securing a home. "Of course I did all of that, there is little point to saying I did if I did not," he replies as he slides back off the counter to scamper for the chairless desk next. "Furniture, this is a different matter. I will find ways to acquire them, of course. And look! A well just outside for me! Perhaps I will paint the walls, we can create enough pigments for such a thing, can we not? Ah, and there is no place to store your sustenance adequately yet," he chatters on as he zooms for the lackluster kitchen area, sad compared to the communal one at the Inn. "Kynaston, you are pleased then? I thought to find a palace first, but a prince of the wood should be content enough with, ahm. A fancy box."

[15:45] Kynaston Chasin chuckles at Asi’s explaination, giving a nod. He indeed concluded that it was too elaborate of a lie to have been cocoted by Asi, though it still brought the validity of this towns man into question. He simply just shrugged. “You have done well than, Asi. I am sure this place will suit well though it is a shame it is not large enough for all the luxuries we had at the old place.. however that one was not wholly just our own as there was always signs of others within the area. It is probably best to leave the well.. well colored though.. as it is not part of our property, simply just near out property. Does not change the fact that you can play in it as you would like.” He staggers a bit over to the desk, placing a hand upon it and leaning over a bit, with an exaggerated look. His lashed twitching a bit. “I am pleased.” He said in a breathier tone, sighing sofly and trailing his tongue over his lips. “We will just have to find Lady Cy this time for sure to set ourselves up as a

[15:45] Kynaston Chasin: And fancy box will suit.”

[09:13] Asi is doodle all over Cyn's journal.
[09:16] Kynaston Chasin had been out picking herbs this morning, some of them now lingering out of his mouth as he is quick to slurp them up and swallow them down. He closes the door behind him, before taking notice of Asi upon the ground. “What are you doing?” He said in a curious tone, not an angered one. As he ventures over however he seems to realize something.. that that journal looked pretty familiar and it soon had him patting the empty chain at his hip in some disbelieve he had dropped it.
[09:24] Asi had been left alone, and as a thing that doesn't typically sleep but was being self aware enough to understand boredom... along with trickery and other more complex humanoid notions. Well. Cyn my find he did have a book on his hip earlier. One of similar size and color, but a cook book now lost outdoors and so now explaining the lack of notice. But now the pond was caught, swirls of ink dancing behind translucent skin, claws mottled and stained, two broken quills nearby and a swiped brush from someplace pinch in claws. He, of course, gives Cynric his best doe eyed and innocent expression as he chimes, "Nothing," and slowly tries to hide the journal beneath his legs.
[09:28] Kynaston Chasin could hardly get mad at someone that was acting so cute and coy like that… and he really had no idea that Asi was cleaver enough to give him an imposter book! Though a sudden rise in chemicals shifted through him as he hurried over to the journal, seeking to pull it from Asi. Though once he spots that Asi had atleast used a clean page, he sighed in relief and plopped down on the floor beside Asi. “It looks like you were trying to do the painting thing you seemed to have held interest in? If youwould like we can get you your own journal, or some loose papers for you to play around with.” He smiled softly, before looking at the marks Asi had made. “Trees?”
[09:39] Asi may have been a bit nervous over causing Kynaston to get angry in spite of finding himself clever for the initial switcharoo. Still, he did his best to maintain innocence and the pointless 'nothing' lie until ht seemed like the mage wasn't going to blow things up or so. Then, natually, he was pleased and excited to show off the mess he made. "Yes I was writing and painting," he agrees with the man, brush set aside and book plucked up to be settled and returned to Cynric's lap. "Yes they are trees, you enjoy trees. It is possible to acquire loose papers with no writing upon them?" An exciting idea, that! One that compelled him to flop forward and attempt to hug the mage with ink covered hands. "I am happy!"
[09:57] Kynaston Chasin took a moment to take in a few deep breaths, holding them, before exhaling. “You are my responsibility and I must take responsibilities for your actions. I should not get mad at you for doing what you wanted… “ He rubs his eyes a bit in mild frustration, taking another deep breath and exhaling slowly. “This journal is very valuable to me, but you are valuable to me too, Asi.” He trails his hands away from his eyes, sliding them back through his hair a bit. He stilled himself to prevent himself from blowing up in actuality. His journal was… important to him. It was like a child having taken something work related and doodled in it. It demanded a lot of resolve to keep a more collected approach about it- and Cynric wasn’t the most parental of figures. He would accept Asi into his hold, though would seek to grab him by the wrist to hold off his ink covered hands. “Yes, we will go get you some so you will have your own paper to doodle on.. but first let us get you washed off.
[10:20] Asi was less aware his human's shock had worn off and now the man might actually be miffed at him. The difference in breathing and tone were noticed, of course, just not for what it was. "I am aware of this journal's value," he replies slowly, leaning back once more with his wrists being caught and all. "Yes, and my own. I had considered you may be annoyed, but then I thought perhaps you might enjoy trees because you enjoy trees and I robbed you of your chosen element." Honestly, he wasn't sure what the logic of his actions were, they'd been as thoughtful as they were selfish impatience. "The ink is absorbing. I do not 'wash' exactly," he informs then, idly trying to twist and break his wrists free of the human. "It is fine, the paper. I will refrain from making an art in your journal again. It is a pretty book."
[10:26] Kynaston Chasin was indeed well on his way to calming himself down in one aspect, but there was something about the way in which Asi was now being held that perked a smile to his lips and he would seek to kiss the man. “Aye, it is good your recognize value in both yourself and in the journal. I do enjoy trees, but I assure you I do not feel Robbed of my element. Maybe even if I had someone like Forest as my element, than maybe I would not have the type of… well it wouldn’t be you. And that is a sad thing.” He releases hold of Asi’s wrists when the man sought to get away. “Yes, I will get you your own paper so that you have a place to practice on.. so when you know you can make something of value you may then use my journal. But it is important that you find one that has a blank sheet.”
[10:59] Asi may not be all that aware of what Cynric found interesting and smile worthy about holding his wrists. Kisses were a different matter, he freely indulged in one of those, affectionate cheek rubs and all. "It is preferred you not feel sad," he agrees mildly, pleased in a sense Cynric recognized his individuality that way. The latter bits he makes no comment on, as his idea of value was pretty much the tree mess in Cyn's journal now. So now the journal will simply end up full of doodles of self confidence, or never be doodled in again for self doubt.
[11:04] Kynaston Chasin made sure to fully fan the journal to ensure the page was dried well enough and that the paint would not run or smear before he closed the cover fully to the journal. He carefully reattached the book to the chain to ensure it was securely back on him. He smiled up to Asi. “Otherwise your trees were very well done.” He complimented, before finding his own feet again. “We need to secure a way to obtain more money.. it seems our coffers are running a bit on the.. low.. side. But I think we should have enough for some papers for you. They probably sell those at the stair owner shop place. Would you like to venture out to the upper town?”

[20:25] Abassi raised a brow, " Other Warden gent?" she repeated with curiosity and stepped back, leaning against a tree as she conversed with the mage. " And a book... I haven't been able to speak ta Jahou in awhile. I will leave a note for him... We may ta deal with whatevah cult it is later. Would be good ta know more about em'." The pipe was removed from her mouth and the ash discarded to the soil. " Thought? Sure, shoot, boyo."
[20:27] Kynaston Chasin nods, "I believe it was Jahou that Viveka was speaking of, but she failed to mention names, but that night that Asi and I aided Jaxon in the infirmary within the Warden' Keep, I overheard Jahou saying something about standing up to the dragon." He rotates his wrist in a way to show he is moving on, it wasn't a personal tiff he had with Jahou, just reporting. He continues, "As you may remember from when we first met, I held a little bit of trepidation to joining the Wardens in regards to the laws, and the conflict we thought and found to those whom can not help to have been born of a linage they did not choose. Those of Tiefling and Fey'ri. But how does one know a Tiefling from a Demon, A fey'ri from a demon, or even one of my own kin with more of a demonic appearing assets from a demon. Maybe my desire to not persecute the likes of them could infact jeopardize the isle by permitting one to mascaraed right beneath my nose wearing the guise of a Tiefling, Fey'ri, or the like. And while it is
[20:27] Kynaston Chasin: resolve to follow the 8th law of Valesk, to not be discriminatory, the 9th one needs to be complied with. My thoughts are this, all those that appear of demonic linage, but are not demons by origin, must have on their person at all times a Warden issued Writ."
[20:32] Abassi chewed at her lip. " Even more da reason ta speak with em, yes?" she shook her head and silenced once more. The talk of tieflings and feyri brought about interest as her own taint crawled beneath her skin like a parasite. " A Writ? That is actually a good idea.. any rogue could be reprimanded but if they have dere tags... den, good, yeah?" she grinned and pocketed the pipe. " I think it's a bettah start ta equality without havin' demon spawn run rampant."
[20:37] Kynaston Chasin paused for a moment to let Abassi add her input and ensure she was following along and interested. With a nod, he continued, "As it seems that the isle does not at this time have a Writ proceedure, it may be difficult at first to impliment it. It would entale that we seek out all those currently known to be tieflings, fey'ri, or even questionable fae to their origins, and have them come before the Warden's Keep in sort of a trial like setting. Maybe even put out signs that they are required to report to us to enclose their identity. The writ proceedings will need to be a battery of tests to test them against the plausability of them being demon or holding to many demon like attributes as far as personality, ambitions, and mentality. Furthermore, the writ can be treated more as a privilage not a right. Any Fey'ri or Tiefling with a writ caught doing anything beyond minor crimes may have their writ revoked. A revoking of a writ basically puts them back into fair games to be treated and discr
[20:37] Kynaston Chasin: against like a demon would. We would also need to come by some means of punishment to those citizens who do not show up for their writ, and are found later to have been hiding these traits from the Wardens. Anyways that is my thoughts on it for now."
[20:50] Abassi scratched at her cheek in contemplation. " We'd need to establish that da Writ entails something beneficial rather then just actin' as if we are puttin' tags on dogs. Yeah?" her brows furrowed with the thoughts and she gestured to the man, " Write me something up and I will begin putting something into motion. A meeting of the Wardens will need to be held soon, along with your ceremony. Was there anything else on your mind?"
[20:52] Asi genuinely had nothing to really add to anything being said, more silently pondering the nature of a Writ as he idly fondled with his necklace. Maybe glanced to Cynric every so often, and then of course to Abassi for just being a curiously odd speaking thing. "Do I need a writ?" he finally has to ask, thrusting a hand for Cynric's face and flexing his fingers. "I have seen tieflings and fey'ri now, I think. Have I not? I am not so different looking from them, it could be argued I look worse. Do I need a Writ?"
[20:54] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (lilmia91) was heading down to the wardens 'to check on things' after getting word from someone that they may be getting to retaliate on her pack well she needed to find out more information. As she walks further to where the new keep was being held she saw three figures, one she recognized off the back and she just smiles. Well isn't this pleasant. Time to do some spying. Walking closer she just stay a few feet back, not wanting to interrupt, just to listen and speak with Abassi after.
[20:56] Kynaston Chasin nods in agreement, "Aye, well right off it offers the protection of the Wardens. All members of the Warden should treat demonic looking individuals as citizens of the Isle if they present a writ. That alone is a grand benefit, but I will think of other things, especially rewards to those who reveal themselves as needing a writ. Yes. I will write up something fully." He shakes his head at Asi, "Neigh, I would not think so as you have not yet been mistaken or treated as something that could posisbly be of demonic orgin. But yes, we have met more than one tiefling and fey'ri at this point." Turning back to Abassi, "No, that will be all for now. I will keep my ears open for the meeting, as well as look forward to scheduling a time with you, and next I find you, I should have that Writ report written up." At this point he had came to a full hault in walking- having already been to the keep earlier that day for combat practicing, and was now only headed that way in hopes to find Abassi, it seeme
[20:56] Kynaston Chasin: had a present reason to go to the keep.
[20:58] Cynric (jens.ixchel): (it seemes he did NOT have a present reason)
[21:02] Second Life: Pie (Pieta Nowles) is now known as Piet 'Struts' Knowles.
[21:04] Abassi nodded, " Of course." she smiled and turned for her quarters as they began to depart. " Ah also, we will be hostin' combat trainin' this coming weekend? If ya will be about to help as a trainer." she nodded to them both, " Just let me know." And with that she turned, beginning up the pathway.

[08:32] Kynaston Chasin had woken up still at the pond. Through the night the scroll had fallen out of his hand and now laid moist by the near source of water and presently from being Asi's own body touching against it. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, making a bit of a face as he picked up the scroll. He did not quite feel like he learned well enough after such poor lightning the night before and decided it was time to slip out from under Asi and venture off to another location.
[08:47] Kynaston Chasin decided to return to that little paviollion near to their cottage home. Having recalled of the pillows and the over all serene like nature. Finding it empty in the early morning, he gladly accepted a seat upon the cushions and got himself quite comfy before returning to his studies.
[09:12] Kynaston Chasin found this spell to be a bit tedius, as it was one of altering the perception of one's mind. There seemed to be little he could do to test it out, try it out or otherwise and actually know it was holding any effect. He did make a few attempts at trying, but without anyone passing by he had no way to know if it even succeeded to any degree. He wsa left with no choice but to stick to just reading over the scroll and might have even dozed off on and off.
[13:53] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) strolls down the path, not really going anywhere, just feeling the need to stretch her legs.
[13:57] Kynaston Chasin found himself in need to have a moment of privacy, at least away from Asi. As charming as he was, he did little to help during matters of studying. He had lost himself within his scroll. Time had passed, heading from morning, till after noon. Things had began to feel frozen in time, after he had blocked out all things for the morning of concentration and commitment. Emm'esta would probably be able to approach fairly close before he even seemed to come to a realization that another was about. His heavy lashes blinking, before his green eyes shifted over to focus on her.
[14:00] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) stopped when she noticed a character sitting beneath the pergola, looking like he was studying. She didn't want to disturb him and was just about to walk softly away when he looked at her. She just lifted a hand in greeting and offered him one of her sweet smiles and a soft, "Vedui." She'd pass on unless he was in the mood for a break from his studies.
[14:06] Kynaston Chasin shifted about in his sitting for a moment. His legs were brought out from beneath him and his shoulders and arms pulled back behind him as he stretched in some indicatoin that he had been seated for a while. The scroll was dropped loosely into his lap. "Good day. I trust that was a greetings. Not that I have not heard the words Vedui before, just have not often enough." He smiled softly. "I believe I reconize you from the time I was down near the split in the road trying to locate the bathhouse.. which unfortantly seems to have sank into the water or something of some nonscene."
[14:10] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) hadn't heard that yet. "Oh, no! There will be some seriously foul-smelling individuals around then," and she grinned, liking her own joke--didn't take much to make her laugh, and that was a good thing. She bowed deeply, as all stuffy elves do. "I am Emm'esta Thiadil. You've chosen a good place to study, looks like." She wanted to know what he was studying so hard, but was too reserved to ask--yet.
[14:14] Kynaston Chasin chuckles indeed at the joke Emm'esta made. "Well it would seem that there are some bath's yet, but they are down towards the undergrounds, within the opium den establishment. I have yet to try them but noticed them on their menu while I was visiting the other day, on other business." His gaze shifts down towards the scroll at the mention of his studying. "Aye, yes. I suppose so. I needed to get away from my huscurl. He is a doll to have about most of the time.. though he tends to bring difficulties when I try to study. But I have been here studying since the morning, and before than at least once a day if not more. If I do not know it yet, can not do it yet, chances are it is beyond my grasp as a mage." He smiled, folding the scroll back up and sticking it away. "My name is Prince Kynaston Chasin, of a place far to the north, far to the east, where I was hearold as the protector of the fields, harvestor of the herbs. Though I fear those titles mean very little here, as I am not a prince of
[14:14] Kynaston Chasin: and now seek to become a simple Warden under the alias of Cynric."
[14:19] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) said in elven, and when she said the words, it sounded a blessing, "Elen sila lumenn omentilmo, Prince Cynaston Chasin," then translated, "A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting. It seems many of us have left behind lives far different from the ones we have here. I, too, am a mage. At least I have finally accepted that part of my life. I have been studying enchantments night and day, and have made some little headway. But tell me, what is a 'huscurl'? My Common is not as good as it should be.
[14:24] Kynaston Chasin doubtfully knew anything of elvish as it was clear that she was speaking a foreign language upon his ears that had him smiling faintly. The reconition of his own name bring a warmth to his cheeks, "You may just all me Cynric. It still feels odd to refer to myself as a mage as it is still new to me, well relatively so. I believe my definitive description to my talens would have to lie with my use of herbs.. alchemy, the likes. Though I am not bad with a shot." He smiles, "In simplest terms it means someone who represents a manservent to me as well as my bodyguard."
[14:28] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) nods in understanding. "A tualle, yes. He must be a very diligent servant if you must hide from him." She grinned once more. "I am working on enchanting sewing needles to make perfect stitches. I thought I could give them to students, sort of help them along their way. So far, though, all I've made are needles that burn holes in the cloth!" She laughed then told him, "My atar would have no doubt made me dress fish for a week for such failures, but it was the way he taught. At least your huscurl," and she stumbled over the word, "will not make you clean fish!"
[14:32] Kynaston Chasin snorted into a laugh at her words. "He quite is. And as so I would never replace him with none other, but it does give me little time to myself. I am sure he will find me eventually, but as things are, it would seem that I have concluded studying. So I suppose it would be fine now if he came upon me. Tualle though? I will have to try to remember that word. " He shakes his head. "Ah that is terribly alarming! I am sure if you stick with it, you shall soon come by what you seek though. I wish you the best on that, lady Emm'esta. I am none to sure of what an atar is, but if he is anything like my huscurl than maybe I might be cleaning fish yet."