Heroes, Inc.: Kryptgarden

[kirinke]

"Maggie, do you know of any psychics or magic-users who can read a room's history? I know it can be done, I just know that I can't myself do it. That might give us a better understanding of what went on." Alethia asks, rephrasing her previous question.

 

[Hawkeye]

Shando stands outside of the room, keeping an eye on the main ballroom below (if I understand the description right). He turns back to the others momentarily, "It may not mean anything, but I did bump into the Lady Laeral on the way here. Her clothes were glowing and then dimmed? Does that mean anything to you Commander or Murdoch?"

Hawkeye

 

[DM_Matt]

"Maggie, do you know of any psychics or magic-users who can read a room's history? I know it can be done, I just know that I can't myself do it. That might give us a better understanding of what went on." Alethia asks, rephrasing her previous question.

Yeah, Fin can do that. Where is he?

 

[DM_Matt]

Shando stands outside of the room, keeping an eye on the main ballroom below (if I understand the description right). He turns back to the others momentarily, "It may not mean anything, but I did bump into the Lady Laeral on the way here. Her clothes were glowing and then dimmed? Does that mean anything to you Commander or Murdoch?"

Hawkeye

Maggie thinks "Hmmm...perhaps she cast a spell on them...or perhaps it was just a manefestation of some of the magical protections she always has up. Those things sometimes glow at random times."

 

[kirinke]

Alethia looked grim. "So... This begs the question. What could have triggered the protections around the good lady?"

 

[frostrune]

"I fear you may be correct," she says. "But if she is an imposter, she is nonetheless mighty enough to perform all the usual tasks that Laeral does, as well as to bypass the numerous wards in Blackstaff Tower. If this a fake Laeral, she is as pwoerful a wizard as real Laeral and there are few if any such individuals who could disappear for such a time without anyone noticing. But that is a matter for another time. For now, I'd gladly share in the wine of your homeland."

Timrin nods and smiles warmly, motioning for two glasses and a corkscrew from a nearby servant.

As he lovingly opens the bottle as he talks, "This is Twilight milday. A rich and flavorful deep purple wine made mostly from twilight grapes... hence the name. This particular bottle is aged five years; 1367 was a particularly good year."

He offers her the cork and lets the bottle breathe for a moment.

"I swear you can almost smell the earth these grapes were grown in. It is beautiful Milady... rolling hills of a vibrant emerald green, deep black soil, a damp clinging fog lingering amonst the rows until the first rays of Lathander's light dispel them. Ahhh... simple... and beautiful", he finishes looking at her.

He pours two glasses and offers her one. He smells deeply of his, "I apologize for my foolish nostalgia Milady. This wine in particular reminds me of my childhood and my parents. Whenever I need a calm in the eye of the storm, this always seems to ground me."

He looks at the ground breifly and laughs at himself before once again meeting her gaze, somewhat embarassed. "Please, tell me what you think?"

 

[Hawkeye]

"Please, tell me what you think?"

OOC: I think the Paladin is trying to get lucky.

Hawkeye

 

[Hawkeye]

"Don't casters use shaped ice to form simulacrums of sorts?"

Hawkeye

 

[kirinke]

OOC: I think the Paladin is trying to get lucky.

Hawkeye

ooc:
Can we say ribbit Frostrune? Remember Maggie.

 

[Falkus]

Dyria continued to maintain her vigil on the crowd, enjoying the food and the wine as she did so.