PoPP - Lerissa (01)

[Maidhc O Casain]

Abraxis comes out of the fog and positions himself just to your west, south of Leaf.

Leaf is up.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Without a word, Leaf moves out around Mustapha and off into the fog - heading north. You and Abraxis are standing next to each other; neither Leaf nor Mustapha are now in sight (new map looks the same except Leaf isn't visible anymore).

You're up.

 

[mleibrock]

Lerissa

Lerissa will grab Leaf's shirt tail and follow directly behind

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Nice!

You end up between Mustapha and Leaf (Leaf in front, then you, then Mustapha all in a single file line north to south).

Mustapha's up.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Mustapha steps past Lerissa. With a wink towards you, he whispers 'Time to stir things up a little,' before heading into the gloom. A moment later, you hear his resonant voice from somewhere to the northeast:

'A story was once recited to me by a travelling barber who had come to take shelter at the same oasis as us during a sudden and unexpected sandstorm. This man, although of modest appearance, possessed not only a voice of wondrous clarity, but a fine range of tales, of which this was the most memorable...'

Abraxis is up.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Abraxis moves up behind you, and Leaf also moves off into the fog to your north, moving quickly out of your sight. In very short order, his voice also echoes forth from the gloom: "Wait, what need would have you of a barber?"

Map changes: Abraxis just to your south - he's the only one you see.

You are up.

 

[mleibrock]

Lerissa

Lerissa tires of this darkness. She will begin to move back to the exit where they came in to examine the outside of the building closer.

"I am tiring of this and headed outside."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

You make it to just inside the front doors without incident.

OOC: Technically, your vision is limited to 10' outside, but it's way too much trouble to extend the mask out there so I'll trust you to act like you can only see part of the map

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

'A barber? Well, in my lands a barber is more than just one who cuts hair. Yes, they cut and trim and groom and wash and oil and perfume, if that is your desire, but they are also keen gatherers of gossip, rumour and tales from travellers met on the road. If you wish to know which way the wind will blow, ask a barber.'

Mustapha's voice echoes boldly from the fog somewhere to the north of you. Toward the end his words are accompanied by occasional grunts, as though he's expending effort to do something.

Abraxis is up.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

The huge building continues to creak and groan around you as you make your way back to the door. You quickly lose track of your companions . . . whatever they're doing it's not making much sound. Outside, the moonlight illuminates the fog somewhat, extending your vision out to about 20'.

Lerissa is up - nothing has happened since you moved to the door (Abraxis' and Leaf's actions were not things detectable by you in your current location).

(Last posted map is accurate)