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Theia Merryweather, Nihilist Theia blankly blinks several times as she sees the cricket wander into view on the other side of the gate after disappearing into the bush. Thank you, Jasper, the cause of my life's ruin. She walks over to the bush and rustles through the branches. She sees that the...

Beyond the Manor Gates Theia's cricket scuttles around the front of the gate for a second before tentatively tapping it with its antennae. Seemingly satisfied, it continues to survey the area, careful not to cross through any of the numerous gaps it could easily fit through. Eventually it...

Theia Merryweather, Nihilist Theia gives the gate a quick once over, but no helpful thought bubbles fizzle up. Next, she looks from side to side, and notices that there's a bush. That's a bush alright. She walks up to the rope, and gives it a quick tug. Not for me. Oh, maybe you can help. She...

Leira Olren, Master of Martial Arts Sighing deeply, Leira cracks her knuckles and decides to try and scale the fence. "Someone cover me, I'm going to try and scale it." Reclasping her blade to her belt, and stowing her shield on her back, she gets to work climbing over the top, and dropping...

Beyond the Manor Gates Rak'tan's kick makes the gate shudder with force, releasing a loud clanging sound. Yet the gate doesn't budge. A large, rusted padlock and chain hold the gate shut fast. It might be possible to break the chain with concentrated effort and great strength, but perhaps there...

Leira Olren, Master of Martial Arts As Rak'tan moves to try and force the gate, Leira stands by ready to assist if needed. Glancing around nervously, she waits for the gate to open.

Rak'Tan Veragni Rak'Tan shakes his head before proceeding to boot the door.

Theia Merryweather, Nihilist Theia stares down the gate, looking for any hints of magic. She asks Rak'tan, "Hey big guy... see if it's open first? One might watch out for traps first, I would imagine."

Intermission Our intrepid adventurers follow the hunters' trails and the trail of smoke in the air. They emerge from the woods and find themselves before a large wrought-iron gate encircling a massive courtyard and in the distance a manor house. There is a break in the posting here due to the...

Bors Bors seems to hang on Theia's every word. He finally hangs his head, seemingly ashamed. "We's was jus' out huntin' for the day, no camp 'er nothin' when we came upon the 'ouse. I just wanted to keep huntin' but Vignar wanted to go inside, disprove all them rumors we'd 'bout the place." He...

Leira Olren, Master of Martial Arts Did...did she just bewitch that man? Ugh, damn mind mages. Leira, eyeing the newly overly friendly Bors with suspicion, looks off in the direction that Zinnelis is moving towards. She watches intently as he moves away. She shrugs her shield into position...

Zinnelis Laediril Zinnelis Laediril, Elven Ranger (Level 2) Calathil Manor Late Afternoon “Hunting,” Zinnelis nodded, looking toward the copse of trees. He eyed the groveling Bors, and then Theia, frowning slightly in disapproval, suspecting some sort of magic involved. As an elf, he really...

Theia Merryweather, Nihilist Theia winks at Zinnelis, then she looks down at the grovelling sop in front of her. To the others, her voice is beyond patronizing. But to Bors, her voice is soothing and full of empathy. "Get up, friend. You surely must be distraught and overwhelmed over your...

Bors Bors' eyes seem to fog over at Theia's greeting. He abruptly drops to one knee, his eyes focused firmly on the ground. "Mistress, I'm your man. Ask what you will of me." There is a note of tension in his voice, as if he is desperate to gain her approval. Awaiting her command, he politely...

Leira Olren, Master of Martial Arts Leira hops from the wagon with an audible thud as she hits the ground. She stretches, cracks her back and neck, then yawns. "Many thanks Bors, I suppose we will take it from here. Alrighty folks let's see if we can't find where oh where has Vignar gone." She...

Zinnelis Laediril Zinnelis Laediril, Elven Ranger (Level 2) Calathil Manor Late Afternoon "Gonna help me back out of the cart buddy?" Rak’tan asked Zinnelis The elven ranger smirked at the fighter. “If you feel you need the assistance,” he said, hopping lightly down, landing next to Theia...

Theia Merryweather, Nihilist Theia hops off the wagon, nearly buckling over under the weight of her pack. Clearly distraught she curses some god or another under her breath. Regaining composure, she looks up at Bors. She waves at him, and simply says, "Hello."

Rak'Tan Veragni "Gonna help me back out of the cart buddy?" the lumbering Tiefling asks the elf.

Bors The wagon driver is an average looking man of perhaps thirty years garbed in the common clothing of the peasantry. He sheepishly responds to Leira. "Bors indeed I am, ma'am." He gives a slight bow to the assembled adventurers as they board the wagon. "The magistrate told me to take you...

Theia Merryweather, Nihilist Theia isn't bashful at letting Zinnelis help her into the wagon. When in Venza, do as the Venzans...