Search results

Kayleigh gets up and grins at Pavanna, taking the amulet gratefully. "I think that my new hairstyle will be remembrance enough, though," she says with an air of playfulness, indicating her singed-on-one-side hair. She wraps the trinket about the hilt of her sword.

Kayleigh, seeing the ladder, ponders for a moment, then chuckles softly. "Heh... it's safe now, guys! I triggered the trap for you!" She laughs far longer than is strictly necessary at her attempt at a joke, falling to her knees, clearly a bit hysterical and a bit weary.

Tessara moves up to the box with the angry faces, glowering back at it.

Suddenly realizing what she'd been doing wrong previously, Etain withdraws her sword, holds it by the hilt, and tries poking Thug #1 with the pointy end.

Etain ponders for a moment whether or not she might be more effective doing something else - maybe she should have brought a bow to the north, instead of just her rapier - before sighing resignedly and poking at the thug yet again. Maybe she should strike up a conversation with him; she...

Harken sleeps in a bit, because why not? His comrades seem to have all the bases covered. Koshka has found a mouse or two to play with, so she's quite content as well.

Tessara snorts softly at her comrade's naïveté, and pipes up: "Or, y'know, illegal works, too." Inwardly she shouts, "You fool! You never admit that you can't afford the service in question! Rule number one of negotiation!"

Kayleigh realizes just a moment too late that something is shifting under her feet... she dodges the pillar of flame, but not in time to escape its full effects. She roars in anger and pain, turning to face her assailant... and her anger falls flat as Kronk drops him with one blow. ... I...

Also fine.

Harken blinks at Oero, eyebrows raised, but decides to let sleeping dogs lie. Evidently humor is to be found in short supply in this comrade.

Struck by a notion, Harken palms a silver piece to Gav before he leaves, muttering to him, "Stay close enough to hear me if I call for you these next few days. We may have need of you yet."

Etain, having developed quite the relationship with Thug #3 in the last twenty seconds, mourns his loss for a moment before stepping up to his comrade (#2) and boldly poking at him.

Harken actually chuckles a bit at the lad's sense of humor. "Rest, relaxation, sins... do we have to choose just one?" He follows, slightly more at ease in the city.

I swear, zizazat, Kayleigh will cut you. D:<

"And one wonders further," remarks Tessara, coming down the stairs opposite those she had gone up, "why, if the Grandmaster knows of the location of Nessian, he has not already done something to stop him. Alas, the life of a heroine, always stepping in when no one else bothers to do anything..."...

Etain is, in fact, female. By the way. Etain declines to take advantage of this new attack to further her characterization in the roleplay, and instead simply stabs at the hated thug #3 once more.

Harken raises an eyebrow at the walking dirtpile, under which might be some sort of child, and holds Koshka yet closer, stroking her. "You see what I mean?" he says to her under his breath, letting Lannel take point regarding interaction with the urchin.

Etain narrows her eyes and thrusts once more with her rapier.

"Indeed," Harken mutters, in a newly bad mood at the sight of the loathéd Kaer. Cities always did this to him to an extent, but none more so than the cramped, seething masses of flesh and stone that were the Kaeryat. Personally, he'd sooner sleep in a tree somewhere, but he was in civilization...

"Miryam, get back, will you?" Kayleigh barks the command and stands forth, standing on the grate itself, brandishing her sword. "Now, I don't want to hurt you, but I will," she starts, eyeing him for any signs of aggression. Readied action: attack if he does.