Another day in the Tavern

[Leenaria The Pixie]

"I am not sure of that Seth, but I had heard this item would help me with what I have. Though when I get the item I do wish to have it identified so I can know what that item holds in it." She looks to Seth and smiles, as a thought crosses her mind she frowns.

 

[JasperDm]

"Well, Legend Lore is not a precise source of information, but it most certainly indicated that obtaining something was crucial. I require the story of how you came to be cursed."

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She thinks for a minute, sits up, and then speaks, "As I have mentioned before I was real young and I don't have much memory of that lich. I remember sitting out in the moon garden and heard someone walking up behind me. I turned and looked, the man wasn't very handsome, quite ugly to be honest. I, never judging on looks, decided to sit with the man seeing how I was bored. He looked at me and told me how pretty I was and that life would just eat someone like me up. He told me that he could do me a favour and make sure that didn't happen. I told him I was fine and didn't need help, if I did then my parents would help me. The man grew angry at my words and told me that my parents were helpless against him and cower in front of him. I shook my head saying that my parents were strong and could defeat anyone they wanted, being that age I believe we all see our parents that way. Anyway, the lich seem to act like my words were poison on the tongue. He placed his finger to my temple and chanted a few words I couldn't make out and told me that I would later find out what he did. The man then got up and huffed away."

 

[Lord Tarran]

Tarran lifts his head on hearing Elona, walks over to the bar, procures a glass of wine, and runs back to the room. Nothing is spilled. Catching the last words of Elona's speech, he comes in with a worried look.

How do you feel? Anything I should know? What's this lich got to do with your parents?

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

Right after her speaking to Seth she looks as Tarran comes in and softly smiles, "Oh, thank you Tarran. I was just telling Seth of how I came to be cursed and I feel a bit better I think. Though I just don't want any more spells cast on me for awhile, I've had my fill."

 

[Lord Tarran]

Tarran smiles, but shifts from foot to foot as if nervous. He is obviously upset about what is going on, and wants to change it, fast.

I'm glad you are okay, but this can't go on forever.

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She gently pats the bed, as if wishing for him to sit down, "I realize this lord Tarran, and that is why I wish to head for the mountains and get this item. Though I know I cannot do it alone."

 

[Lord Tarran]

Tarran takes the seat, slumped over his legs. he glances over his shoulder at Elona, his new charge, and worries for a moment.

I'm with you. What needs to be done? When is the soonest we can gt to the mountains?

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

"For one we need to find the safest route there, gather supplies, though we ought to make sure Seth agrees." She looks up to Seth waiting to see what he thinks, then turns back to Tarran. She lifts the glass to her lips and takes a drink, reaching over to the table nearby she seems to be just out of reach. She scoots closer to the edge of the bed then sits the cup down on the table.

 

[Lord Tarran]

The werewolf also glances at the mortif, before continuing in thought speech to Elona:
The safest route we will have to discover, but as of supplies, what are thinking about. IF he comes we will be needing double whatever you think is needed. If its just us, only one set of supplies is needed. I won't need anything, as long as I can shapeshift.
Tarran glances at the mortif again, who is still deep in thought, before saying aloud: What will we need, and what exactly are we looking for anyway?