The Psionicle, Part II

[Dalamar]

Syld starts eating the bird whole-heartedly, since he hasn't eaten anything this day. And he might be eating trail rations after next day's breakfast.

 

[Zhure]

Osius finishes his meal almost rudely fast, snags the key to room 7A and then leans back in his chair, waiting for the rest of the party to finish eating before going to bed.

 

[Hand of Vecna]

Nathan wolfs down his food, then leans back and pats his belly contentedly. As he waits for the others to finish, he ponders over the days events, 'talks' telepathically with his Psicrystal, and gazes meditatively at the fire in the hearth. When all are done eating, he bids the others goodnight and heads off to bed.

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Unlike his companions, Sahgrim takes his time to eat his meal, meditating on the actions of what has happened that day and whats in store for the future. Long after his companions are gone, Sahgrim finishes his meal, and walks up to his room.

 

[Jarval]

Jansson eats his meal, savouring the flavours. After he finishes he heads to bed.

 

[GnomeWorks]

You all finish your meals, and manage to keep them down. The birds were quite good, although perhaps a little tough, but still tasted better than the chili smelled.

You head up to your rooms. Each has a bed, a small couch, a desk, and a chair. A lamp is set on each desk. All the rooms are identical, and set in the same dreary cream color, decorated with red diamonds.

The depth of sleep comes...

OOC:

OOC: You all regain 4 hit points from your fitful, yet somewhat refreshing, slumber.

...and passes, all too quickly. The sun shines in from the east, and awakens you all with its annoyingly bright rays.

As you try to rub the sleep out of your eyes - and realize that plates of warm, cooked food have been set at the desks in your rooms - and attempt to tell the time of day, the yelling and cursing of a slightly familiar, heavy voice come from downstairs...

"Let me go, you fool! I'll go awaken them if I darn well please!"

The heavy boot sounds come tromping up the stairs, each noice reverberating throughout the inn.

A large fist pounds on each of your doors - which threaten to come down off their hinges with the force of the poundings -, coming down the right side of the hallway, as a voice yells, "Come, now! Wake up! We haven't got all day!"

Now that the voice is so close, you can finally place who it is - the dwarven ambassador, Tristam.

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Sahgrim begins to get up, still a little tired and gives a fairly audible yawn and puts on his cloak over his normal attire, "Don't worry, we're coming...we're coming."

 

[Zhure]

Osius calmly takes a quarter hour to meditate, to refresh his powers.

"I'll be with you shortly."

 

[Dalamar]

Syld wakes up at the noises made by the dwarf. He tries to sit up, but sleep is almost taking over. He smacks himself to his temple to make his head clear and starts to eat his breakfast.

While he eats he meditates and ponders on the strange dream he had.

 

[Hand of Vecna]

Nathan slowly wakes up, not having slept in a bed as comfortable as this in some time, and quickly wolfs down his breakfast & gathers his things before heading downstairs.