OOC: Fear not perrin, players frequently defy my plotlines...it's up to me to make you suffer for it....
[sblock=Durzo]The streets are utterly quiet, and most of the houses you past are dark. There is a brief sound of something skittering across a roof, similar to what you heard before but nothing springs from the darkness. Indeed, all you see flitting through the night is a snowy white owl[/sblock]
Your jaunt to the eloquently named 'Rusty Nail' pub is uncontested, and the establishment itself is remarkably quiet. The 'Nail is well known amongst the revellers of Kindle, to find it empty is somewhat disconcerting.
Greeting you all with a knowing wink, Trixy the aforementioned wench slams three mugs of ale onto the usual table.
"Drink up m'loves, it's slow going tonight" she says, flashing a warm smile at Durzo.
The waitress ambles over to an open window, and waves her hands at something sitting on the windowsill.
"Bloody bird! Bugger off you little sod!" she snaps.
A white owl flutters out of her reach and into the night.
"Bleedin' thing has been 'ere all night...." mutters Trixy as she clears nearby tables...
OOC: The night continues as you wish it, and unless anyone has anything specific planned - keep it clean perrin - then we shall move on...
[sblock=Helicrates]During the night, amidst the haze of alcohol and blurry sleep, something stirs you to a level just below wakefulness. It is as though you are dreaming, unable to move but all your senses are functioning.
Near the window in the small room you have managed to stumble seems to be an unnaturally dark shadow, the resolves itself into a hooded shape.
It giggled.
"Well well well...what we have we here? Some last vestige of her power?"
There is more movement, a woman in white walks into view and stands beside the shadowed figure. Long dark hair flows down from her heart-shaped face, a soft expression on her face.
"It will be contested" she murmured, looking down at you, a hand reaches out to rest on your brow.
"It matters not, she no longer persists but her power here does...and it can be
used"
"Now now, he stirs..." the woman says.
A strange coolness spreads out from her hand and you drift back into deep sleep.[/sblock]
On waking, alone or otherwise, sunlight streams in through murky windows in your rooms. It is early, the sounds and smells of breakfast being prepared have drifted up through warped wooden floors and rickety doors.
When you rise, you find that a simple breakfast of bread and cheese (arguably the 'Nail's finest fare) has been prepared and laid out for you. A message from Goble has been left with the meal.
It reads:
Good day friends!
I trust Madame Candour was suitably grateful for her brave escort! By all accounts, it seems you had an eventful night by all accounts. I would advise some brevity should the City Guard choose to ask on said events, we need not worry them unnecessarily.
I will be attending the Assembly of the Houses this morning, I would ask that you meet me there at noon
Yours
Goble Fenn
