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[AU] Stone Bones

Phaern Starspike, Spryte Magister 5

*Phaern arrives somewhat later than the others. He sees Wil and Darthallys are already there scarfing down a full meal. At the though of eating his stomach turns again. The bright light streaming in through the windows seems entirely too bright to be real and the din of the early morning crowd is giving him a nasty ringing headache. Apparently he drank too much, must have been fun though because he really cant remember much of it.*

"Morning. I think that Vogrim, the Tin God has been appeased for today." Phaern grunts weakly. He flits down to the spot next Darthallys and tries to put on a bright face but fails miserably. When the barmaid comes he orders two cups of coffee hoping that they will quiet the stampede in his head.
 

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Erekose13 said:
*Phaern arrives somewhat later than the others. He sees Wil and Darthallys are already there scarfing down a full meal. At the though of eating his stomach turns again. The bright light streaming in through the windows seems entirely too bright to be real and the din of the early morning crowd is giving him a nasty ringing headache. Apparently he drank too much, must have been fun though because he really cant remember much of it.*

"Morning. I think that Vogrim, the Tin God has been appeased for today." Phaern grunts weakly. He flits down to the spot next Darthallys and tries to put on a bright face but fails miserably. When the barmaid comes he orders two cups of coffee hoping that they will quiet the stampede in his head.

*Atlas descends the stairs and joins the trio in a hearty breakfast.* "I hope Lessea arrives soon. I am most interested to learn how bones in the earth are returned to the earth." *Atlas keeps a sharp eye on the door, while listening to the idle converstation at the table.*
 

*As he slides into his seat, Darthallys quirks a brow slightly at the obviously nervous Runethane. Claiming his plate and untensils, he begins cutting his food into small portions before he eats.*

"Wil, that fine lady and I spent most of the night discussing all many of weighty philosophies. One might think her a Faen for all the gods she was calling upon."

*He pauses to eat a bit of his food before nodding,* "A meal fit for a Giant...and I mean a Giant with taste. The oxen I'm travelling with will eat just about anything he can fit in his mouth. Your giant had taste. He's missed,, that's for certain."

*Darthallys continues to eat, smiling as the Phaern arrives looking just about undead. With enough sympathy in his largely athrophied heart to speak softly, he offers a gentle,* "Phaern, I was most impressed by your performance last night. A performance I doubt I could have managed at your size. You can rest half in by sling as we travel if you like, so long as you spew foulness neither on me nor my possessions. I don't like anyone enough to bear that insult. If we had enough time before our journey, I'd introduce you to a woman I know who does the most amazing things with her fingers and oil. A half hour in her care and you'd forget all about the fact that both your head and guts are three sizes too large right now."

Atlas said:
*Atlas descends the stairs and joins the trio in a hearty breakfast.* "I hope Lessea arrives soon. I am most interested to learn how bones in the earth are returned to the earth." *Atlas keeps a sharp eye on the door, while listening to the idle converstation at the table.*

The Sibeccai shrugs, "Eh, who cares? I mean, it's a peculiar puzzle to be certain, but that does not change one very important fact. Atlas, you and I are not men of mystery. We are men of action. Our lot is not to dwell on the metaphysical, but to live in the physical. Let those more qualified wonder about the reasons and whyfors. You and I will continue to do what we do best. We will take action and keep the thinkers alive long enough to tell us what to do. Assuming we can keep Phaern away from the front lines. Sometimes I wonder if his true path is that of the unfettered, and he just pretends to use the staff to keep us off balance."
 

*Leesea arrives at the tavern in the middle of breakfast. She is dressed in stylish yet pratical travel garb with a small assortment of miniature travel gear slung carefully between her wings.*

"Good morning, kids!" she says with syrupy sweetness, feigning ignorance of the collected hangovers seated at the table. "How is the breakfast here? I could sure use a hearty breakfast."

*She starts to devour an entire slice of bacon, washing in down with milk.*

"Oh, I have some wonderful news to announce!" she says between mouthfuls of food. "While I was out yesterday, a messanger left a letter at my apartment from my husband. He says that our daughter Hallie just gave birth to her first child - Glynnis. That means I'm finally a grandmother! Oh, surely this is a good omen for starting an adventure. I'll have to try to find a suitable gift while we're out."

"And speaking of our little adventure," she continues. "I learned a little more about the Spine of the World through the akashic memory last night. It seems to have a remarkably powerful connection to the Green...might even be the source of it in this world. I'm not quite sure what to make of that. And while the memories were vague, I can say that the 'bones' are not necessarily physical objects...or at least not in the sense of needing to be recovered. I got the impression that they are more something that needs to be set right. Not quite sure how, but I think it's enough to keep us from pursuing a fictional something up here on the surface."


[ooc - I'll be out of town for a few days and may not be able to post much. Will tag along, chipper in her grandmotherly glow.]
 
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*Kelthet also rises early in the morning, much like Darthallys, though he doesn't feel nearly so bad. He went to bed early, and has risen just before dawn. Clad only in dark gray breeches, he seats himself crosslegged on the floor in the center of his room, having pushed back all the furniture he could to clear a space. He places a small bowl in the center of the room, filled with spring water, and sprinkles a handful of iron filings into the bowl. After several moments of ritualistic gestures, he drinks the water from the bowl, and opens his eyes.*

He then stands up, stretches his arms and legs, and concentrates for a moment as a greatswords coalesces into being in his hands. He smiles comfortably, and limbers up, swinging the sword in slow circles. After a few moments, he begins to sing very softly, and there is a shimmer in the air around him. He continues to practice, growing more and more intricate as he does, until the sun has been up for perhaps an hour, and he is sweating profusely. A quick pass with his hand across his face, and he is once again cleaned and dirt-free (OOC: Casting Hygiene), and he puts on his travelling clothes, dons his pack, and heads downstairs, where he quietly joins the table*
 

*Phaern and Darthallys, the barkeep will offer you a packet of powder for a couple silver. He calls it "Alchemist's Mercy, and dissolved in juice or water makes an effective cure for a hangover. Several other patrons are partaking of it.*

*The day today is somewhat sunny, and fairly warm. Decent traveling weather, provided one gets started before noon.*
 

Phaern Starspike, Spryte Magister 5

*Phaern accepts the powder and the juice gratefully. He asks for a couple of extra packets provided that the first one does the trick. While we wait for the strange Sibeccai greenbond to arrive, Phaern asks quietly,

"I think it may be time to head out towards the caverns as soon as we have all gathered and eaten. I still have a significant number of notes about what we are up against. Kelthet, having looked through my book last night, is there anything that I missed in my summary yesterday?"

OOC: dead_radish the spoiler sections that I took note of are on the 1st and 2nd pages of this thread. I recorded them all and you have read my notes, so feel free to read those spoilers.
 

*Darthallys raises a hand toward the barkeep, fending off his gesture of 'Mercy'.*

"Many thanks, but I'm afraid a man much wiser than I told me that all actions have consequence. It's facing those consequences that makes us stronger. Of course, it helps that I'm both masochistic and stupid enough to listen to that advice. I swore long ago that the day I couldn't handle my hangover was the day I'd give up drinking."
 

Corinthi said:
*Darthallys raises a hand toward the barkeep, fending off his gesture of 'Mercy'.*

"Many thanks, but I'm afraid a man much wiser than I told me that all actions have consequence. It's facing those consequences that makes us stronger. Of course, it helps that I'm both masochistic and stupid enough to listen to that advice. I swore long ago that the day I couldn't handle my hangover was the day I'd give up drinking."
*The barkeep roars with laughter at you comment, which doesn't help your head much. But he does add another few links of sausage to your plate, and pours you a large mug of cold spring water.*

"If yer lookin' for the more 'natural' cure, there's a nice horse trough in the stableyard, full of cold water," he offers genially, "That worked for me before the missus started making the Mercy."
 

*The wince that flickers across Darthallys' features is subtle and largely concealed by his fur, but it's harder to mistake the slight flinting of his eyes.*

"I appreciate your gesture and your warm demeanor, good sir. Although your good food and fresh water is appreciated more, if you catch my meaning. I'll consider visiting your 'horse trough' on my way out. Your concern for my continued well being is truly touching."

*Anyone who knows Darthallys knows that he'd rather be knifed in the stomach than dunk his head in some filthy trough. The very thought is repungant to the somewhat obsessively neat mageblade. On the plus side, before he began travelling with Atlas, he'd have already threatened the man with dismemberment for even suggesting such a thing. Instead he's attempting to be civil to the overly friendly glorified servant.*
 

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