Leif's 4E Adventuring in Encastulum [IC 01]

[Leif]

Luna Moth

"Hmmm, looking for someone, are you?"

 

[RavenBlackthorne]

Firil watches with intrigue as the conversation continues.

For now he remains quiet, though, trusting in his companion.

 

[Scotley]

"We are supposed to be meeting someone, so yes I guess we are looking for someone," announces the young wizard with as much logic as he can muster given the late hour and alcohol consumed.

 

[Leif]

Luna Moth

'And just who is it that you seek?"

 

[Scotley]

After a moments hesitation Rydan opts for candor. "We seek Horace."

 

[Leif]

Luna Moth -- Poof!

The Luna Moth dips its wings toward you in what almost looks like a courteous bow, and then it flies directly above you flapping its wings vigorously. Glowing, shimmering scales begin to slough off its wings, and soon the entire pary is standing in a cloud of them, their iridescence makes looking out of the cloud difficult if not impossible.

And then, suddenly, you are not where you were. No cloud of scales, here. You are in a cozy chamber amply lit by several candles and two lamps. There is a bookcase on the wall facing you, doorways in the walls to your right and your left, and two overstuffed divans arranged before you in this room, flanked by small tables, on which rest the aforementioned lamps.

 

[Scotley]

The young wizard straightens his robe and runs his fingers though his hair in an attempt to make himself look presentable as they are obviously about to have contact with a potent caster. He looks about for their host peeking though the doorways and, unable to resist, glances at the books on the bookcase.

 

[Leif]

Firil, Rydan, Ghavdrash, and Guard stand awkwardly in the comfortable-looking sitting room waiting, when they hear the sound of wheels creaking towards them.

 

[Scotley]

Firil, Rydan, Ghavdrash, and Guard stand awkwardly in the comfortable-looking sitting room waiting, when they hear the sound of wheels creaking towards them.

OOC: Assuming the wheel sounds don't represent an oncoming train or other obvious threat...

Rydan looks up from the bookshelf somewhat sheepishly at the sound of something or someone approaching.

 

[RavenBlackthorne]

Hearing the approaching sound, Firil moves to Rydan's side, standing protectively by.