Another day in the Tavern

[JasperDm]

Seth turns to the werewolf, with a calm that might shake lesser beings.

"You will understand, 'bard', that as a practicioner of anatomy, chirurgery, and healing magics, that I must be thorough, and while I am sure your 'ministrations' have provided a positive turn, I do nothing by half-measures."

He turns back to Elona. "And while you may reject my help, do realize that I am one of the foremost masters of my field, I have trained in the Demiplane of Dread counteracting curses and infimities of all kinds."

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She stands up very gracefully, "I will allow you to do this, I will be uncomfortable as I do not know you well yet, though I shall get over it. If you prove yourself that you are only trying to do more harm than good then pray that the gods are remorseful toward you and pray that you are dead before I get to you."

 

[JasperDm]

"I am long past such things, aasimar. The Way of the True Death precludes such tendencies as lust or selfishness, for power, or other things. When you are ready, I shall follow you to the room, and we shall begin."

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She nods to him then walks over to Tarran, "Is there a room set in order yet?"

 

[Lord Tarran]

The wolf returns the stare, his piercing blue eyes filled with annoyance.

Watch your tongue, dead one. I am no bard, but a druid. My grove uses music to better funnel our powers. As one who is cursed in a way, I am also well taught on their removal. As one who is intuned with the natural, I am well aware of the body, and am sure that I did a fair amount of damage to that curse.

He stands, bowing to Elona, before going to the stairs, waiting for the other three.
I apologize, Elona. I let my temper get the best of me. It would help if I could get in contact with my pack daughter though. I got a bad feeling coming from her, and I can't cast sending anymore today. I could use your help on this once this is done.

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She follows Tarran, "There is no need, I shall do you this favor now."She gently places a finger on his forehead and a pale glow travels from her to him, "Speak to her as you wish....but you are only limited to a couple of minutes of speech between the two of you. I'm sorry I can't give you longer." She turns to Seth, "Lets go..."

 

[JasperDm]

"I am both more, and less, 'dead' than you realize, druid. My grandfather was a wight, I am a mortif. I was born, as anyone else, breathing and crying, though my body is more attuned to Negative Energy than others. I am no more undead than Elona is a full-blooded angel, or you an ordinary wolf. I am undead and alive both. But I follow the path of True Death, which deadens the soul, in preperation to leave the flaws of Creation. So you will find I react much differently to the slur 'dead one' than you might expect."

 

[JasperDm]

Seth rises, clasping Libram under his arm, and grabbing the selection of material components. "So be it." He follows her to the room. (I'm going to give you a private message using the boards concernign how to manage this.)

 

[Lord Tarran]

He nods to Elona, before closing his eyes and concentrating.

Blair, I know you are there, whats wrong?

He listens silently, following the others up the stairs. He furrows his brow

THATS ALL! he roars Nothing but a pair of fledglings, and you had your leg broken! Blair, I taught you better. Check with Amaru to heal your leg, and ask him for some training. Be more careful! Lu is your charge, and you must not fail it. I'm glad you slew the beasts, but next time you send a message to me, make it extremely important.

He blinks hard, trying to find a way to explain to his companions what just happened. He changes his mind, decideing to tell them if they ask. He is the first ot arrive in the room.

 

[Lord Tarran]

He comes to his senses, now aware of everything that was happening, and walks over to the mortif.

I'm sorry, I was an ass. Lets start fresh he puts out his hand to the all hands full mortif I'm Tarran, a Guardian Werewolf, or a Veran. I'm a druid of the grove of Songwolf. And you are?