Tarumen, Land of Earth and Sky

[sword-dancer]

Cirlioniel ned Uirlianelen

"Yes.., there.. we should.. begin."
*he answered*

"Madam, where had it.. started,... had something... happened.. before"
*he repeats his unanswered question*

 

[sukael]

Erland M. Grauhim - Human

"I agree," completely serious once more. "Coloring like that would certainly point to some sort of supernatural origin, druid or non..."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Yes, it had happened before... about fifteen years ago. Many people were attacked over several weeks, some died, and then it just stopped. This time it started in the east, in the meadows and berry brambles. The first attack was a snake, and then a giant weasel of some kind," the Magistrate said carefully.

 

[sword-dancer]

Cirlioniel ned Uirlianelen

"Strange...,I think.. we ..should gather..somewhere..and...discuss...our possibilities.."

 

[kirinke]

Cerithea nodded carefully considering what it could and couldn't be. "Fifteen years ago? Hmmm. It could be a rite of passage or something estoric like that. I don't know. It sounds strange." she said half to herself, half outloud.

She looked at Cirlioniel. "I agree." she said simply.

 

[Verbatim]

*Throreth pondered all the facts he had heard and nodded his head at the suggestion of leaving the magistrate's dwelling to discuss their plans and perhaps get a better understand of the abilities of those he would be working with.*

"Perhaps a table at the inn and a quick meal will help us collect our thoughts and allow us to plan our next move. After all, we do not need to bother the Magistrate with the minor aspects of things."

 

[kirinke]

"The demon of misdirection is in the details or so my people say," she said with a grin. "I could use a bite to eat myself though."

 

[sukael]

Erland M. Grauhim - Human

"That sounds reasonable," says Erland, just before his stomach gives a slight growl.

 

[sword-dancer]

Cirlioniel ned Uirlianelen

"Let´s ...go to.. the... Apple and speak... there,... the ... kitchen...is..good"

 

[kirinke]

Cerithea grinned and bowed to the Magistrate. "We will speak more of this when we have information of value. Good day to you," she told her respectfully.

She turned to the hoarse-voiced ranger. "Lead the way my friend. My stomach could use something more than trail rations."