IC Game [Pathfinder] Diabolical Plots

[mazzoli]

The first grey tendrils of the morning's fog seep through the shuttered windows of your rooms when all of a sudden there is a raucous pounding on Fir's door. The ruckus is easily audible from Lanalia's room next door, and probably from anywhere else in Our Lady of the Lake as well.

 

[HolyMan]

*bang* *bang* *bang*

Fir grumbles into his pillow.

*bang* *bang* *bang*

Fir turns over and throws his pillow over his ears.

*bang* *bang* *bang*

"All rights! All rights!" the dwarf moans getting out of bed.

"Dis 'ad better be guids!" he yelss opening the door in his lion cloth and tangled beard.

 

[mazzoli]

Fir opens the door to find Jeslle standing there with her hand raised to knock once more. She notices his lack of attire and starts and blushes. She is wearing a set of boiled leather armor that is somewhat too large for her. Attached in various places on her person are an assortment of knives, and she has a quiver of quarrels slung at her hip to go with the light crossbow she holds in her hands.

"Good morning!" she says brightly. "I just got back from Tolbin's place. He says he's doing much better today than he was last night though he doesn't remember much after you showed up."

She eyes Fir critically, and perhaps a bit appreciatively, "You'd better get ready if we're going to tackle the forest today and try to find my brother and your friends. While you do that, I'm going to wake up Ms. Unpredictable."

With that she throws the door to Lanalia's room open and barges in.

[sblock=GM]In case it isn't clear, I'm going to be playing Jeslle (a rogue for now, but will level as a witch due to some interesting stuff I've got planned) to round out the party's combat abilities. Our mysterious new recruit hasn't shown up yet, so if that materializes we'll find a way to incorporate him.[/sblock]

 

[Mlwells]

"Mrmble-grgl....gonna eat that dwarf..." the girl rolls off the bed to the pile of clothes on the floor. Throughout the night she had removed most of her gear and clothing and tossed it around the floor, leaving naught but the essentials. With uncharacteristic -even for this one - energy Lanalia springs to her feet and wraps an arm around the new arrival's neck. She turns her around and guides her toward the bar and breakfast.

"Hiya Sunshine! Lookie look at you! All decked out in - deckings! So Tell me how-" The moment the two of them clear the doorway the girl removes her arm and steps back into her sleeping room. With her foot, she shuts the door with a blam and shoves a chest in front of it.

Dragging feet she grumbles her way back into bed, "ferfle...lady....lake...burn down......" Her breaths become slow and steady as she makes her way back into dreams.

 

[HolyMan]

Standing in his doorway dumbfounded Fir tries to speak but nothing will come out. Then he watches Lanalia across the hall escort Jeslle out her room and slam the door.

The jolt of the hard wood breaks the dwarf out of his stupor and he gives the blushing Jeslle a look.

"Nay lass! It be to dangerous even fir me. And ye, ye are..." he can't seem to get his words out and before he can say anything else she hrmphs at him.

"I'm going out to find my brother! And I would prefer you come along. But if you won't go with me then I'll go alone!" she says as she marches off to the common room. "Get dressed we need to be off!"

Resigned to be stuck with thick headed females for this entire quest Fir turns back to his gear and starts to don his armor.

 

[mazzoli]

Jeslle notes Fir's quickness to get ready with approval and then dashes downstairs. She runs to the back of the inn and counts the windows.

"That'll be the one, I think."

With that she scrambles up the fencing on the stable, swings herself onto the roof, and runs along the length of the stables to the wall of the inn proper. She shimmies out along some of the woodwork to the window she identified and examines it. A thin, flat tool slips out of a hidden pocket on her armor and she slips it between the shutters. As she slides it up it catches the latch and pulls it out of place. She grins, and suddenly light floods Lanalia's room.

"You didn't think you were going to get out of this that easily, did you? Come on, the forest is quietest at this time of day!"

 

[Mlwells]

The girl gets out of bed and without opening her eyes walks to the bedroom intruder. She places her hands on either cheek of Jessle's face and leans in, firmly connecting their lips. Once the passioned kiss is over, Lanalia returns to bed.

 

[mazzoli]

Jeslle almost lets go of the window frame in surprise. She then hops in the open window and wipes her mouth with her sleeve.

"Yeeeeeeeech. I don't like girls like that. Why are you being so stubborn and weird?"

She goes over to the door and steps back into the hall to see where Fir has gotten with his preparations.

 

[Mlwells]

Belly to the mattress now, Lanalia's eyes flutter open. Lifting herself up on her arms, she first does a huge arched back stretch followed by that stretch in inverse. Cricking her neck one way then the next, wild hair moving with the motion, she stoops to the ground and snags a bit of cloth from her discarded costume. This in hand, she ties her hair in a loose pony-tail.

"Helooo!" she scrunches up her nose and wiggles it, "Well if it isn't the bro-con, whatcha doin' in my room?" She gives an up-down glance of the fisherman's daughter. "Oooooooh, pointy bits o' metal, got it." She grabs the rest of her costume off the ground and puts it on quickly. The girl throws the rest of her gear over her shoulder and walks past the spunky intruder into the hallway. "Lemme grab a bit to eat on the way, then we can go." She is at the stairs now and hollers back, "Come on, what are you waiting for - tch - can't have someone who drags their feet in a party like this!"

 

[HolyMan]

*grumble*

{{ Tink dis goes on by itself?}} the dwarf thinks quietly to himself.

*grumble*

{{Nay to sure wha guid it will do, against dem silent snatchers out in dae wood.}}

Shortly (before noon) the dwarf is geared up and in the common room.

OOC: ready to go.