Whirtlestaffs Wizards Academy Action: in-character thread

[Scotley]

"Dear Durgeon is just high strung. He'll be alright once a Dwarven lass uncurls his beard for him," she notes with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Now, I've nothing against walls talking, but I do take umbrage at them using my voice." She gets up and looks about for anything out of the ordinary.

OOC: Search check (1d20+6=22)

 

[FreeXenon]

Durgeon (Dwarf Conjurer)

Leif[sblock]Durgeon will play mime for a little bit to try to find if he can leave the area, or if the wall prevents him from leaving.[/sblock]

 

[Shayuri]

Alexandra waits expectantly, and when Durgeon doesn't storm back in demanding that the elf take it back, she starts getting worried. Maybe, she thinks, that cry of his wasn't disgust after all...

"Shouldn't he have come in and thrown an axe at her or something?" she asks. With that she cautiously approaches the door the dwarf left through.

"Durgeon? It wasn't Tylara! We don't know who it was."

"Durgeon?"

 

[J. Alexander]

Gregory Malfoy

"If Drugeon is not up to the respone then he should keep his mouth shut instead of making sly commetns and innuendo's that only he thinks are funny."

 

[Leif]

Durgeon Firebelly

Leif[sblock]Durgeon will play mime for a little bit to try to find if he can leave the area, or if the wall prevents him from leaving.[/sblock]

[sblock=Durgeon]Durgeon finds that the barrier prevents him from going forward away from the room. Following the curve of the barrier further, he finds that the only way that he can go is back into the common room.

Sometime during his investigation, Durgeon hears a concerned voice from the common room: "Durgeon? It wasn't Tylara! We don't know who it was."
"Durgeon?"

Perhaps he could defeat the barrier if he could reach over it. But, alas, it is at least as tall as he can reach. As Durgeon is giving up and heading back into the room, his eye falls upon a piece of parchment leaning propped against the door. [/sblock]

 

[Leif]

Tylara

Tylara looks all around very carefully. She thought she saw an extra shadow against the bookcases for just a moment, but no, she must just need more sleep tonight.

 

[Leif]

Alexandra is concerned about the erstwhile dwarf, but she is not too alarmed, because Durgeon has always been very self-willed and headstrong about this sort of thing. He usually does just exactly what he wants to do, and he does not react well to any sort of "mothering."

 

[FreeXenon]

Durgeon (Dwarf Conjurer)

Leif[sblock]Durgeon shakes his head and picks up the parchment with a snap almost trying to rip it in the process, but with his practiced bookbinders hands doesn't and reads it - color returning to his face as he calms down a bit.

Once he hears the Tylara's voice he thinks to reply, knowing it to be true, but is curious about this paper and who he will, someday, turn into a newt - and the perpatrator will not get better. [/sblock]

 

[Leif]

Durgeon Firebelly and ALL

[sblock=D. Firebelly]The parchment is folded down the middle like a greeting card. There are no marks on the outside, front or back, so Durgeon opens it and finds these words inside: "Treasures beyond imagining are sometimes enrobed in the Utterly Mundane."[/sblock]

[sblock=Those inside the Common Room]Pandak suddenly doubles over in his seat, then leaps up, and runs from the room in the direction of the dormitories.[/sblock]

 

[FreeXenon]

Durgeon (Dwarf Conjurer)

Leif[sblock]'What is it with Wizards and their little riddles - toying with you like they know everything. A bunch or arrog...' His thought stops midway. He shakes his head in frustration, crumples up the paper, and puts it in his pocket. [/sblock]

Stompsing his redfaced way back into the common room, Durgeon flings open the door mumbling something about '...damnable wizards...' *grumble, grumble* '...riddles...' *grumble, grumble* '...newts...' and then sitting back down in his seat with a heavy thunk.