Another day in the Tavern

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She smiles, "If Seth wishes to come he is welcome to. As far as supplies I would suggest potions, armour if needed, weapons, scrolls, food rations, and a map. As to what we are looking for it is a circlet, a golden one that will help me as long as I wear it. The major risk in using it, is if I ever take it off or if someone manages to steal it from me then I shall die instantly. On the good side while I wear it, the curse cannot affect me."

 

[Lord Tarran]

The wolf glances upwards once, thinking about all the wizards he knew who had permanency and invisibilty. Then he looks over at Elona, before speaking aloud. Map I can get, potions I can get, scrolls I can get, food I can get. Any specifics on what kind of potions or scrolls? Armor and weapons you will have to get. I'm not really allowed to get them.

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

"For potions healing, poison curing, and others along that line. Scrolls any that will be useful in battle or healing, these are just in case we run out of spells for the day and need to rely on something else. Armour and weapons I will do fine without as I have my own I wear, but it was a suggestion in case you needed it or if Seth did if he is coming along." She leans forward and rests her head on Tarran's shoulder, "I will rejoice in the day this wretched curse leaves me..."

 

[Lord Tarran]

Tarran closes his eyes for a moment, as a small sigh escapes him.

Well then, he says as the mortif gives him an odd stare. I'll go fetch everything.

He stands, but not before Elona moves her head. He heads out the door, his head that of a wolf, and down the stairs. he calls back in thought speech.

Remember wolves don't blush. I'll be back with the potions in a little bit. Call me if you need me.

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She nods and replies back into Tarran's mind, "Okay, I will remember that and if needed I will contact you."

She looks around then up to Seth then to her drink, reaching over she picks the cup up and takes a small sip of it.

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

Elona waits patiently for Tarran to come back, though the silence between her and Seth was a bit unsettling.

 

[JasperDm]

Seth speaks, his tone flat, and shockingly straighforward.

"Having listened to both sides of this conversation, I have decided. Since this quest is a situation that delays you from helping me leave, it is in my best interests to see it expedited as quickly as possible. Therefore, I will accompany you. My masteries of magic place me squarely into the 9th circle of magics, by the Sigilian measure, just shy of the Great Magicks. Furthermore, as a cleric of Repose and Death, and the gifts possessed by the Dustmen, my abilities should be invaluable should you encounter undead, the lich interfere, or you die along the way. Which brings forth the most important question--should you die in this quest, will you wish to be brought back to life, reborn as undead, or laid to rest? I can do all three, as you desire. It does help if I am told ahead of time."

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She looks up to Seth a bit startled at his voice, "Uh, I would prefer coming back to life, if that cannot be possible then laid to rest. I do not wish to come back as Undead, to put it so bluntly they give me the creeps and goose bumps."

 

[JasperDm]

"So be it. I can perform perfect Resurrections, so you should suffer no ill effects if you die, though my supply of diamond dust is running low. I shall have to obtain more before we leave, as it is...difficult to forage on the road. Beyond that, a night to reconnect to my powers, and prepare new spells is all I should require. Alert me when you are ready to proceed."

With that, he stands, gathers his things, and goes to procure a room of his own to sleep in.

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She smiles to Seth and watches him leave the room, she looks around her and stands up to look out the window. Elona softly sighs and wonders what is taking Tarran so long. "Perhaps the place is farther from here than I thought. Hmm, well he should be alright. So, I have a small group willing to go with me to the mountain, that is good news. I do need to keep in contact with my father and let him know I am fine and will be heading off soon."

She walks gracefully back to the bed and sits on the edge of it. She begins to concentrate on something and soon speaks to someone in her mind, "Father, please send me a velvet bag of gold, leather bag of diamond dust, and a cloak to keep me warm." Elona stops speaking a moment to listen then speaks again, "Thank you father, please have it here by morning as we will be setting out by then." She then tells them which room she is in so they can deliver it directly. Elona then lays back on the bed and stares up at the ceiling, thinking.