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Alister returns Jonathan's goodnight and then turns and makes his way back to his own tent, there to pore over charts and make plans for a while longer - though it is entirely unnecessary and probably counterproductive - before going to bed.

Hmmmm. No posts for a while now, but it seems like the ball's in your court guys. Something up? If you have problems with the way this is going then please do tell me about them, don't just stop posting. I know it's been slow so far, but the pacing is now entirely up to you. Want to go back...

Alister nods slowly as he engages with the problem put before him by Jonathon. It doesn't take him too long to reach a decision. "I don't see a need to worry overmuch about one ship. It's unfortunate of course, but it would be foolish to pour all our resources into fixing such a relatively minor...

Jem, elated with the situation, surveys his controls with a hungry eye. He naturally finds himself drawn towards the 'DO NOT PULL' lever with an almost irrestistable desire, but with a spectacular display of self control he tells himself that the time will come for the delightful consummation of...

"Huynia is my name," is Huynia's laconic response, and he remains silent throughout the rest of the conversation. As the situation deteriorates with the sudden advent of the angry Owlbear, Huynia mentally directs Atapa to take flight and circle behind the creature, gaining a more advantageous...

Hmmm... hwo much authority does Alister have to make decisions about whether this ship flies or not? As I understand it he's got limited authority over *one* ship, so assuming that one ship is the one in question... that would mean that if it doesn't fly then neither does Alister, and neither do...

"Good enough," Jem chirps, and then wasting no more time rushes to follow Clipper into the crab. Once inside he sits himself down on the closest seat to the controls (bar the one that Clipper's already taken), legs crossed and wide, starry eyes staring hungrily at the controls.

Hey, Shayuri, sorry about missing that salute thing... I was being silly and just reading the second paragraph of your post, for some bewildering reason. I hope Alister isn't pissing everybody off too much. He'll get a whole lot more bearable once he's out from under daddy's shadow - and in...

It doesn't really occur to Alister to think very deeply about how banal the answer was that he received to hsi question. After all, the question was pretty banal itself in the first place, or at least the intention with which he spoke it was. It was just something to say, and she said something...

Jem stops short, not in the least put out but realising the fruitlessness of his endeavours. "You got a key to raise this thing up? Then use it, wise-ass," he grins.

Alister is somewhat startled by this turn of events, and covers up with an added layer of stiff formality in his return salute. There is an awkward moment of silence. "... a pleasure to meet you," he says eventually, the pleasantry sounding a little strange since as he says it he's wondering...

Completely ignoring the leadership wrangles, Jem goes running for the crab as soon as he make sout which stall it is. He rushes round the thing excitedly looking for an entrance and then, realising that there's no way in except to get underneath, he starts looking for buttons or controls that...

Also you're making a big assumption about what kind of character a bard apparently *has* to be. Just because the Bard picture in the PHB looks lightly built, agile, slightly foppish, and lightly armoured, doesn't mean that all Bards must conform to that. I don't see any problem with the bard...

Elandra considers Vaerhia's question for a few moments before giving her answer. "I don't know. Not exactly, anyway. He might have had you hauled off in chains and then tortured you for information you don't have. Or he might have invited you in for tea and a polite chat. Depends entirely on his...

"... and so long as I'm not," Jem adds to Aeryl's statement with a good-humoured grin as he turns and saunters off after the group.

Just by the by, I kinda hate the Yugoloths as written... they're disgustingly weak. I'd reccomed taking a look here for Pants' excellent alternatives.

OOC: I'm here... Erin's still sitting in her room, wondering what's going on and fearing for her life. I realise that's not an ideal situation, but I don't really know what to do about it. She's not just going to go for a walk, when she's been told that a murderer's loose and the best thing...

The liquor, when sampled, quickly makes sense of Elandra's previous comment that nobody had been brave enough to drink it for some time. This is the hard stuff, alright. Just smelling it is enough to give something of a headrush to anyone who suppresses the natural reflex to recoil from the...

Alister gives Jonathan a somewhat stiff, formal nod of greeting as he appears. "What form of problem?" he asks simply, dispensing with any preamble.

Having worked out what the first potion is Jem puts it away with a satisfied nod. The second one he gazes at lovingly, a beatific smile spreading across his face, for a few moments before putting it with the first. Looking up he sees the impending squabble and rushes over excitedly to get a good...