[GAME STARTING. NARRATION INCOMING.] *** Atom has quit IRC (Quit: ) (Couldn't take the narration, I see. Adrilankha is the second largest city in the Empire of Elnohfey, and it is arguably the busiest port in the known world. It is also home to what could be the world's best restaurant, and that in itself makes it the greatest place on earth. In my opinion, anyway. Much of the city is built on a pair of cliffs that rise above the narrow band of shore, with a dip in between them. Though this dip run the citie's wider, more important streets. These streets gradually get narrower as they get farther from the shore, until they end up where you are; the more or less slummish outer regions of the city. In your speciffic corner of this areas is a house, which is your target. To the north of the house is a leatherworker's shop, and to the south is a set of apartments. To the west of your target home, across the street, is an inn that both serves food and lets rooms, and I might as well start you off there. Unless your sensibilities object to this, of course. (I think my sensibilities are all for being well-fed. =P) (Amen, brutha.) (Alright. Then hop to it, folks. ^^) (Hey, are we in a room, or in a common area, or what? ^^;) The lower floor of the inn contains several sets of tables, and a few booths. Some of these booths are next to windows, and lo and surprise, you can watch the house you intend to rob through them. (There we go. ^^) (Patience, grasshopper.) The lower floor really only has one room, unless you count the small office where the keeper does paperwork. * Fyril grumbles as he looks absently out the window. "Still think they should have let me help with the cooking. Why get offended when someone offers to help? Makes no sense." * Nebrinel glances out the window. "Well, they probably have their egos to think aobut." * Fyril snorts. "What's ego to a true cook? They could've learned something." (I won't bother describing the upper floor unless you want I should.) * Nebrinel taps Fyril's nose. "Aah, but that assumes that they're true cooks, and not just wageslaves?" * Fyril wrinkles his face, and grins. "Yeah, I know. Some people think it's just a job." He puffs out his chest. "That's why they're no good at it." Indeed. There's something to be said for living your work. (How do you guys plan to do this, by the way? Are you going to watch the place for a few minutes and go try it immediately, wanna ask around about it some, maybe watch it for a few days to make sure nobody comes in or out of the place?) * Nebrinel (was figuring they were about to discuss that, unless they had already.) * Fyril nods emphatically. "Yeah, there is. If you're really good, the money comes naturally." His grin widens. "Especially in some lines." (All for the discussing. ^^;) * Nebrinel grins softly. "I'm sure it is." (Go for it, then.^_^) * Nebrinel sideglances out the window briefly, and then back to Fyril. "And about our business... how are we going to go about this? I was thinking trying to go in tonight." * Fyril looks out the window, and concentrates on the house. "Well, we haven't been here very long. At the least, we should canvas the place a bit, see who's going to be around. It's bad form to just go charging in." * Nebrinel nods absently. "I suppose you'd know. Do we want to try and talk our way in at all, or just skip those sort of pleasantries?" * Fyril crosses his arms. "Well, we'll have to see what kind of people are there. Sometimes, if they're the right type, they just give the stuff to you. It's fun to sneak around, but it's just as good a theft if they turn it over." ("Hi, ma'am. Can we have all your valuable posessions?" "Why of course, deary. I'll go fetch them right now.") (*laughs* Hey, some people are that bored. =P) Well, somehow, I doubt the military mindset is all for friendly cooperation. Although he was supposedly stupid, according to Morrolan. * Fyril nods. "But maybe he's not the only one there. And servants, even trusted ones, can be tricked." (Naturally, there are ways to find the answers to all of these things. ^_^) * Nebrinel mms. "True. Very true." She looks out the window again. "So, do we want to go up to my room and forge a battle plan, or just go out and look at the place for a bit? * Fyril scans up and down the street. "It's probably best to take a quick look around. Very unobtrusive, just see what we can, get some impressions. Maybe ask the people who own this inn what they know about the people who live there." Sounds good to me. (The street doesn't have much traffic along this stretch. Somewhat further down, you remember, is a small market where this street intersects another.) * Fyril looks at Nebrinel, smiles, and stretches in his seat. "So, let's get going, then. People to track down, information to gather." * Fyril makes a face. "Don't want the food here anyway." * Nebrinel chuckles, and nods, standing and readjusting her sword as she does. "Yeah." (Yeah, but the food here is probably better than travel rashions. ^_~) (Not when Fyril's cooking, ne? ^_~) (Hmph. You underestimate my skill! ^^) (I dunno. There's only so much you can do with dried fruit, cheese and jerky.) * Fyril gets up, and tentatively reaches for Nebrinel's hand, blushing slightly. "Let's go talk with the people first. Maybe there'll be some activity back in the big house by the time we're done." (Anyways.) (*turns up nose* You, sir, are no gourmet. =P) * Nebrinel squeezes Fyril's hand, grinning at his blush. "Sure. Lead on." (I'm not? :P) The air outside carries a cool breeze. It is perhaps six hours past noon, which means that the sun will be setting in another hour or so. * Fyril smiles warmly back, blush unabating, and heads out. He looks down the street in the direction of the market. The market is still open, but there are fewer buyers there than there were when you noticed the place earlier. * Fyril shrugs, and heads towards the market. "Well, if that's where the people are, that's where we have to go." * Nebrinel looks around warily, taking glances at the house. "Well, yes. I'd hope so." * Fyril looks over, noting her glance. "Believe me, we'll give it a thorough lookover too. But when it gets dark, that market'll probably close, and then we won't have anyone to ask anymore." Not all of the things being sold in the stands at the market are readily identifiable, or in plain sight. One man is selling fish and other meats, another cheese and spices, and one lady has some rather lovely cloth she's trying to sell. This probably isn't the best market for that, tho. The house looks for all the world to be derilict, although the exterior is kept mostly clean, no doubt by spells put on it earlier. * Nebrinel nods, and looks at the shopkeepers, and peers at the cloth salesperson. "Odd." * Fyril cocks his head, and looks closely at the stall. "Why sell cloth here? This isn't really a sewing kind of area." The lady trying to sell cloth looks Nebrinel over and seems to be wondering if she'd be the kind of person to buy her cloth. Which look, actually, to be high-quality stuff. * Nebrinel mms. "You've got me there. But she's piqued my curiosity. Do you want to ask around at the other stalls, while I talk to her?" * Fyril nods. "Yeah, leave me the food people. They probably do some selling to the people up at the house." * Nebrinel smiles, and squeezes Fyril's hand again, then lets go. "See you in a bit." * Fyril smiles softly, and makes a very small wave. "Yeah, very soon." He heads towards the cheese stall. (Okay. Fyril, we do yours in here. Nebby, into #clothbooth.) (Do me next! ME NEXT!) (Hey, hey, that's my job. *cough*) (Sigh... ^^;) (c.c;) (I was whining for roleplay, not sex, you monkey.) The man at the cheese stand still has his 'open for buisness' sign up, but is reading out of a book, probably to kill time. * Fyril wanders over to the stall, and looks the cheeses over before smiling brightly at the shop keeper. "Hello." The cheeses are of middling quality. The man looks up at you and says "Ah, hello. Anything you'd like to purchase, sir?" * Fyril looks over the merchandise again. "Well...we could do with a nice, piquant aged cheese. I haven't had anything like that for a while. Do you have anything like that? Session Time: Wed Dec 19 00:00:00 2001 "One moment, I'll check." The man gets off of the stool he was seated on and stoops to look around under the counter of his particular stall. "I believe I have something that may be to your liking, sir." All right. Can I see it, then? He pulls up a wheel of something green. "This is from the area around Eastmanswatch, and I've heard from customers that it's pretty tart. Don't worry, it's still good; it becomes brown when it's bad. No, I don't know why, either." * Fyril puts a hand out. "Mind if I take it for a second? Maybe take a scraping of it, get a feel for the taste?" The man nods. "Sure, kid. In fact, I have a knife for cutting samples. Lemme get it out." *** Todd has left #yeoldechibirpg * Fyril smiles, and waits. "Yeah, buying a cheese without tasting it's just silly." The man slices a sliver off of one end of the wheel, and hands you the sliver. "Here, give that a taste." * Fyril nibbles at it, and nods appreciatively. "Not bad, not bad. I think I can make something good with this." He smiles. The man nods. "Alright. How much do you want? I'll give you the whole wheel for three orbs, or half for fifteen thrones. * Fyril thinks. "Well, I doubt I'll end up using more than half. And fifteen thrones sounds fair." He smiles. "Yeah, I'll take it." The man nods, smiling, and cleaves the cheese with his knife, cutting perpindicular to the sliver he took out earlier, so that the cheese is cut exactly in half. He hands you one half. * Fyril takes it, and smiles. "Hey, I was wondering. I'm staying up at the inn, and there's this strange looking house across the street there. You know anything about it?" The man shrugs. "Just what everyone else knows. A guy used to live there, a soldier and some kinda' mage. Had a weird name, too. Dunno what kind of mother would name their child 'Sergeant'." Nobody's heard from him for a while, but the house is still legally under his ownership, wheather he's still alive or not. * Fyril shrugs. "Could be worse. He could have been named Private. So there's no one else there, then? No one who comes and buys food around here?" A guy's gone that long, maybe someone else moves in? Someone hard on their luck, perhaps? The man shakes his head. "Nope, nobody else lives there. Nobody's tried to sell it, and nobody's tried to buy it. Nobody's even broken in, if what I hear's right." * Fyril lets out a low whistle. "A place that's been around so long, and no one's even tried breaking in?" The man chuckles. "I had a friend who tried it, but somethin' gave 'im the willies and he never went near the place again." * Fyril perks his ears a bit. "Scared off, eh? He say what it was?" "Nah. That was the weirdest thing. He never figured out what it was, either." * Fyril nods, and runs the cheeseless hand through his hair. "Man, that place must be even stranger than it looks." The man nods. "Eh. People avoid, and I recommend you do, too." * Fyril nods, and smiles. "Never hurts to have some advice. Thanks." He looks out of the stall towards the cloth booth. (Nebrinel is still talking with the lady at that stall.) * Fyril gives a little wave to the cheese man. "Well, thanks a lot. Guess I'll go and get some fish to go with the cheese." (As Fyril says that, the fish guy begins closing up shop.) * Fyril sighs. "Well, so much for that idea. You have anything I can serve this with?" The man shakes his head. "No, I just sell cheese. Maury and Mica ought to be around in the morning, tho, and Joha will have more fish by then." * Fyril holds up the cheese, and looks at it. "Well, this should keep till then. I guess our meal can wait a day." The man nods, and opens up his book again. "Have a nice day, sir." * Nebrinel comes up besides Fyril, holding some folded black cotton in her hands. "Anything interesting?" * Fyril spins, and holds up the cheese. "This looks interesting, right?" * Nebrinel looks at it. "Well, it looks... like... cheese." (Green cheese, actually.) * Fyril sighs theatrically. "It's nice, aged, piquant, and green. That's about as interesting as you can get in this kind of cheese." Well, then. I'll take your word on it. Shall we go back to the inn? * Fyril nods. "Yeah, things seem to be closing up here. And it's getting dark." * Nebrinel shifts her cloth, and starts walking. "C'mon. I want to ditch this cloth, and then we can do some looking." * Fyril follows alongside. "Looks nice. Have to buy it to get her to talk?" (Shall I fast-forward past ditching the cloth and whatnot?) * Nebrinel says, "Well, it didn't hurt, and I could use a heavier black cloak." (And go ahead. ^^;) (I don't have anything planned for getting rid of cheese in a dramatic manner. =P) (You sure? ;P) And so they go stash stuff in their inn room, and soon they're back out on the streets, looking at that peculiar house. * Fyril looks silently at the house from the shadows near the inn. "So, what did you find out?" * Nebrinel looks at the house, magically and no. "Besides finding out that she had never seen anyone come out of the house, and didn't even know if anyone lived there, and nobody has bought it, even though it's sitting there in prime estate, I didn't get too much. You?" * Fyril shifts his weight. "Mostly the same. No one there for a long time, but it does belong to Sergeant. Nobody's heard from him in a while, but he still owns it. No squatters, either. And there's something there that gave our cheese guy's friend a definite scare when he tried to break in." * Nebrinel peers. "Well, there's some simple anti-burglary magic, but those won't stand up to me. Those might be it." But with all this abandonedness, I doubt we'll learn any more sitting here. * Fyril nods slowly, and looks at the place. "It won't be too hard to get in, I'm sure. I've got my materials on me. Should we just go for it?" * Nebrinel grins, and stretches, flexing her fingers. "I'd like nothing better. One question, though... do you have any of those morganti blades on you?" (The sun is just getting done with it's whole 'setting' thing right now, BTW.) * Fyril nods. "I've got the rapier. It's one of the two swords." * Nebrinel nods, and starts to put on her 'game face', so to speak. "I... if we have to face anything powerful, I would rather be at my full fighting ability." She bats her eyes overdramatically. "Would you mind if I borrowed that?" * Fyril looks over at her. "Well... if you really need one of them, I've got the daggers upstairs. I could go grab one." * Nebrinel nods. "You do that." She taps her right hip blade. "Something as close to Plague's length as you can get." * Fyril nods. "All right." He heads back into the inn to get the largest of the daggers. * Nebrinel continues to stretch her fingers, and strokes Plague once. * Nebrinel bows slightly, and says softly. "Let Zarias be proud." * Fyril pops back out next to her. "OK, this one's about 18 inches long. Not exactly the same length, but unless you really need the sword, it's the best I can do. And who's Zarias?" * Nebrinel looks over at Fyril, surprised. "Hadn't you asked me that already?" She takes the blade, and puts it at her belt. "It's a long story... he taught me alot about the sword. C'mon, let's get going." * Fyril checks his picks and weapons, stretches quickly and nods. "Yeah, let's get in here." His eyes sparkle, and he grins widely. "But tell me about it later, all right? I'd like to know more about you." * Nebrinel winces slightly. "I... we'll see. I have... a long past." She waves her hand to the house. "Let's get started." The house bravely stands it's ground. * Fyril nods, and his eyes sparkle again. "Yeah, let's." He moves very stealthily over. * Nebrinel starts walking over as stealthily as she can, staring at each burglary spell. * Fyril looks over the spells, and grins wolfishly. "Oh, this'll be easy." He starts trying to work his way through them. *** Atom has joined #YeOldeChibiRPG * Nebrinel picks apart the one on the door. "Yeah, really." (Nebby beats Fyril to the first one.) (Awww. I should be specifying? ^^;) (Prolly, yeah. ;P) (Then I should know what the place looks like? ^^;) (The house is two stories, but is narrow and probably not very deep/long. There are three windows on the side facing you; one of the bottom floor, and two on the upper floor. Each of the windows has a cheap burglary prevention spell, as does the door's lock. The doorframe caries a spell as well.) (I meant frame. The frame one is one I dislike. ^^;) (*chuckle*) * Fyril prods the one on the lower floor's window until it comes apart. "This can't possibly what scares people off." (Er. With an added be. ^^;) (The window's spell comes apart, but it is still locked in a mundane way.) * Fyril runs a hand through his hair, and fishes out his lockpicks. He starts picking at the lock on the window. * Nebrinel nods once, as she removes the one on the door. "In fact, none of these basic spells seem to be aiming that way." After about twenty seconds, Fyril defeats the lock. * Fyril looks around. "Yeah. So, it'll be something inside." He looks over at the door. "Want me to pick that?" * Nebrinel blows away the lock spell on the door and shrugs. "The window is probably fine." She walks over to where Fyril is. * Fyril eyes the door. "Well, probably. But it's good to have as many exits as we can get. And it won't take more than a minute." * Nebrinel mms... "Well, if you say so. Go ahead." * Fyril heads over to the door, looks at the lock, then starts picking at it. Fyril defeats the lock in a mere ten seconds. * Nebrinel nods appreciatively. * Fyril pops up, and heads back over, eyes sparkling. "I just love doing that." * Nebrinel grins. "I can see it in your eyes. C'mon, let's get going. The hard part's not even here yet." (*waits* ^_^) * Fyril nods, and peeks his head around the side of the window, peering inside. After opening the window, you feel an unsavory presence, like yet unlike those of the soul-sucking weapons you've been around so much lately. It is distinctly unpleasant. (Did I say I opened it? I just looked through it. ^^;) (*blink* Yeah, there is that.) (Okay. I rescind that last statement until you actually do open up one of these methods of entry that you've unlocked. :P) * Nebrinel huhms. "As I think of it, I find it odd that none of these spells were taken care of, if people had tried before." * Fyril keeps peering through the window, and says softly, "That is weird. You'd figure the people around here would be decent enough thieves to get past there." He sighs. "But I can't see much in there; it's too dark. We'll have to try to just get in." * Nebrinel nods. "Yeah. C'mon, we're open out here." * Fyril opens the window, and blinks at the feeling that washes over him. "OK, that I can see scaring a lesser thief off." * Nebrinel nods, and frowns. "I do dislike that, but I refuse to go back until I've searched." She starts to crawl through the window. Inside it is very dark. (Too dark to see?) (Well, yeah. :P) * Fyril waits for Nebrinel to get through before following her in. * Nebrinel holds up a small orb of light, and looks about for alternative lighting, and other magic. There is no other magic in the form of spells. There is... uh, something upstairs. You can't figure it out from here. * Fyril blinks a couple of times, then scans the room for both magic and more mundane traps. There are no lamps or candles in the house, it seems. Everything is covered with dust. * Nebrinel holds her light up. "Abandoned indeed. Although I can feel something upstairs. Shall we?" (Were there any traps around? ^^;) * Yu-Mei points to "There is no other magic in the form of spells." Or do you mean mundane things? * Fyril (Points to "both magic and more mundane traps." =P) There are no mundane traps about. Unless, of course, they're so well-laid that you can't spot them. * Fyril nods. "Yeah. There doesn't seem to be anything down here. All the good stuff must be up there." (Where be the stairs? ^^;) * Nebrinel (doesn't remember seeing them. ^^;) (Towards the back of the downstairs area. The downstairs has a single sofa and table, and on the side nearest you is what might barely be a kitchen.) * Nebrinel nods to Fyril and starts to walk towards, and up the stairs, looking around cautiously for spells or boogeymen. About halfway up the stairs, the presence gets worse. * Fyril follows quietly behind, eyes roaming over the area, watching for any danger. * Nebrinel grits her teeth, and continues walking. * Fyril blanches, but steels himself and moves forward, looking briefly behind himself as he does. * Nebrinel winces, and continues to walk. "If I find whatever's doing this, IT'S going to feel some pain." At the end of the stairs is a small sitting area, and to your left is a door. It doesn't appear to have a lock, and there are no spells on it, should you bother to check. * Fyril continues to follow, trying to keep his attention less on the feeling and more on the surroundings. He murmurs, "I so agree. And after that, it's losing everything it has." * Fyril eyes the door. "Someone's confident," he murmurs. * Nebrinel reaches out with a hand and opens the door. "Well, they're scary, at least." Immediately in view of the doorway is a desk. Most of a man is sitting there. * Fyril suppresses a whistle. "Scary for sure." ('most of'? Obviously dead?) His skin hands off of his bones like folds of cloth. His hair is thin, but what is left in his skull is long and tangled. He strains for a bit, and his head moves slightly, after which gravity takes over and his head lolls into a position where he can observe the door. * Nebrinel blinks. "Is... are you still alive?" The man tries to speak, and fails. At this point, you notice something gold wrapped tightly around his left hand. * Fyril watches from behind Nebrinel. "You see that thing on his hand?" he asks softly. The man makes a faint wheezing noise, and a small amount of dust floats out of his mouth. * Nebrinel nods once. "It's the most interesting thi--thing here, besides him. I've never seen anything like this before." A pair of emeralds set into the gold thing glow faintly, and you both feel the presence in your heads, now. It is accompanied by a voice, strong and clear. * Fyril eyes the man distastefully, but with interest. "Think he has anything to tell us?" ~YOU WILL LEAVE US. YES. YOU WILL PAY NO MIND TO THE MAN SITTING HERE.~ (Shades of Wizard of Oz. ^^;) * Nebrinel winces, and steps forward. "We are simply looking for pieces of Great Weapons." * Fyril blinks hard a few times, before stepping in behind Nebrinel and nodding. "That's all we want, really. No more attention for you, besides." He shakes his head to clear it. Part of the gold thing unwraps and lengthens, raising into the air like a snake preparing to strike. ~YOU WILL GO! YES. YOU WILL NOT BOTHER US ANY LONGER.~ * Nebrinel pulls Plague Bearer from her sheath. "Not until we're done searching." The man winces, although his eyes can't seem to close all the way. He continues to attempt speech, which seems a supreme effort to him. * Fyril steps back, and stuffs a hand in his pocket, pulling his old sword from its sheath. * Fyril flicks his eyes from the man to the gold and back again, trying to find where to aim. The gold thing lengthens further, apparently eyeing Nebrinel's sword. ~YOU BRING ME THE BLADE. YES. AND YOU WILL MAKE AN EXCELLENT HOST FOR ME.~ * Nebrinel growls. "I will be nothing's host. This blade is my power, not yours." * Fyril scowls, and his eyes flash. "There's no way I'm going to let you take her over," he says softly. The man manages to get a few words out. "no...don...don't let it..." The gold thing moves off of the man's wrist then, and he slumps. You hear a snapping sound; apparently some of his bones were too brittle to even support themselves. The gold thing coils itself, aiming towards Nebrinel. ~YOU WILL BE MY HOST. YES. YOU WILL MAKE ME COMPLETE. YES. YES. THEN I CAN COMPLETE MY WORK.~ * Nebrinel waves her free hand towards the gold thing, attempting to wrap it in air. "I'm my own person. Not your little host toy." The thing alters slightly. It becomes even more snake-like, growing a mouth with fangs. As Nebrinel's spell takes effect, the snake forms itself into a pattern of sharp angles and curves. The spell dissipates. * Fyril steps to her side, fidgeting his sword out and twitching his hand in his pocket, grimly watching, ready. The snake-thing lunges at Nebrinel. (Roll initiative. ^_^) d6+7 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Nebrinel (d6+7) and gets 13. (...and what's that for me? ^^;) (d6+5) 5) is not a valid number Yu-Mei. d6+5 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Fyril (d6+5) and gets 8. [Order: Thing, Nebrinel, Fyril] (Roll melee defense, Nebbie.) (Do I get my sword specialty or not?) (Yes.) 2d6-2 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Nebrinel (2d6-2) and gets 5. (Just inside the 5 DCV) Nebrinel catches the thing with her sword. It splashes around it's edge, reforms itself, and runs up along it to attack her again. (Which sword? ^^;) (Plaguebringer.) (Presumably. It's much the same either way.) (And it's unarmed defense this time.) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Nebrinel (2d6) and gets 7. (Nooot quite.) The thing sinks it's 'fangs' into Nebrinel's hand and coils itself tightly around her arm. It's emerald 'eyes' shine brightly. (One moment, please.) (Roll Mind, Nebrinel.) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Nebrinel (2d6) and gets 11. *** Atom has quit IRC (Quit: ) (Oh my god.) (Again.) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Nebrinel (2d6) and gets 5. (That's under 8 by a nice chunk.) (Again.) * Nebrinel screams, dropping her sword and her light spell, as she attempts to fight off the thing. 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Nebrinel (2d6) and gets 8. (Again.) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Nebrinel (2d6) and gets 5. (Again.) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Nebrinel (2d6) and gets 10. (Again.) * Nebrinel has tears flowing from her eyes, were Fyril able to see, as she continues fighting... 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Nebrinel (2d6) and gets 5. (Again.) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Nebrinel (2d6) and gets 7. * Fyril blinks at the sudden dark, and tries to track what's going on from the noises he can hear. The thing lets go of Nebrinel's hand and coils itself around the sword's guard. * Nebrinel makes soft sobbing noises, but, once she regains her senses (fairly shortly), she lights up, to see the thing and the sword react... * Fyril blinks again, and looks Nebrinel over quickly and worriedly before looking to the sword. Nebrinel's sword now has a fancy gold swept-hilt guard. At the point where the guard meets the base of the blade, the tip of the thing's head is in a parody of a snake's head, with the blade coming forth from it's jaws. The gold snake-thing has lost all semblance of animation. It seems like it was always there. * Nebrinel stares at it, and smiles faintly, but weakly, before looking up to Fyril. "I... I made it." (Things fail to happen. ^_^) * Fyril sheathes his sword, and grins at her. "Of course you did. Of course..." he trails off, looks down, then back to her. "That was scary. Can you sheath that thing?" * Nebrinel nods weakly, and grabs the new Plague Bearer, sheathing it and standing shakily. "C... can you handle the light? I'm... very tired." * Fyril nods, and concentrates very briefly before light appears. He then rushes over, and grabs her in his arms. "Yeah, I bet. Look what happened to that guy, though. Tired's not so bad." He smiles softly. * Nebrinel fails to gather up the energy to smile. "Better than some fates... I suppose. C'mon... let's finish searching... there has to be more treasure left." In fact, there are no more treasures left. There are a few trinkets and personal knick-knacks that had once belonged to the dead man on the floor, but nothing of any value. * Fyril eyes her, and raises a hand to wipe away her tears. "Tell you what. You go wait on that sofa downstairs, and I'll do the looking. I'm good at finding things, I can do it myself." * Nebrinel looks up at Fyril, and over at the dead man... "You... failed, Sargeant." She then looks around briefly, and sighs. "Just take me back to the inn... please?" * Fyril looks around the room with a practiced eye, then nods. "Yeah. Lots of rest." He positions himself so he'll bear most of her weight when they walk. "Ready?" * Nebrinel nods, and gets to walking. (Shall I call it there?) (Um... there's possibility for touching scenery back at the room, but beyond that/if that doesn't matter, yeah. ^^;) * Fyril walks her down and out of the house. "And tomorrow, there will be great food. Wait till you see what I'm going to do with that cheese." He smiles absently. (Yeah, y'know. What she said. ^_^) (Hey, if you guys wanna keep going in the name of character interaction, that's fine by me. ^_^_v) * Nebrinel chuckles weakly as she hobbles across the street. "You... and your cheese." (You won't feel overrun by romance, Yu? =P) * Fyril opens the door to the inn. "Well, there will likely be fish involved, too. And some fruit." He beams down at her. "You haven't seen me at my culinary best yet." (If it gets too mushy I'll avert my eyes. ;P) * Nebrinel continues walking, into the inn main room. "I... I'll have to look forward to it." (So, your call. Yah. :P) * Fyril smiles cockily. "Oh, you should. In the meantime, though, let's get you up into bed." * Nebrinel smiles weakly, although Fyril probably can't see it, as she walks. "Already getting me into bed, and it hasn't... even been a month yet. You're a fast mover... Fyril." * Fyril blushes brightly, and he flinches a bit as he tries to move a hand to run through his hair before realizing it's needed to support Nebrinel. "Not that kind of getting you in bed. The sleeping kind. Really." * Nebrinel would laugh loudly, but that doesn't work so well neither. Comes out as more of a barked laugh, as they continue towards her room. "Aah... you're so easy, Fyril. Cute... when blushing, though..." * Nebrinel hobbles up the stairs. Hobble hobble. "Sure... ya can't..." [03:57] * Fyril smiles cockily. "Oh, you should. In the meantime, though, let's get you up into bed." [03:58] * Nebrinel smiles weakly, although Fyril probably can't see it, as she walks. "Already getting me into bed, and it hasn't... even been a month yet. You're a fast mover... Fyril." [04:00] * Fyril blushes brightly, and he flinches a bit as he tries to move a hand to run through his hair before realizing it's needed to support Nebrinel. "Not that kind of getting you in bed. The sleeping kind. Really. (Blargh. That was supposed to be /msg) (Already got the rest to him, so don't worry 'bout it. ^^) (Anyway. Back to the hobbling.) * Fyril sighs softly, and gets her to the door to her room. "Well, I can't. I'm just..." he trails off. "Well, I don't know what I'd say I am, but I blush a lot. Now, where's your key?" * Nebrinel reaches one of her hands to a small 'shorts' 'pocket', and pulls the key from there, handing it to Fyril and grabbing back on quickly, lest she fall. "Here ya go..." * Fyril takes the key, steadies Nebrinel, then unlocks the door and pushes it open with his foot. He helps her inside. * Nebrinel looks at the fabric on the floor, and chuckles. "I hope... I'm OK to get... my silk tomorrow." * Fyril blinks. "Silk?" * Nebrinel yawns. "Silk... like fabric Silk? The fabric woman... M... Laafya, yeah... I've paid for... silk... tomorrow..." * Fyril leads her over to the bed, and sits her down on the edge. "I have to go back for the food anyway, I can get it. She saw us together, I'll get her to give it to me. I'm sure I can convince her." After climbing the stairs, your room is the first on the left, thankfully. (...) ...and that was waaaay late. (Juuust a bit. ^^;) * Yu-Mei retcons gleefully. * Nebrinel sits down on the edge, and she seems to be the slightest bit steadier. "We'll see." The room has two decent beds, and is kind enough to supply clean sheets on it's own. It also has a crude excuse for a dresser underneath the single window. * Fyril sits next to her, and puts his arm around her to keep her steady. "Yeah. But I'll do it if you're anything like you are now." * Nebrinel chuckles, and leans against Fyril weakly. "Thanks... a lot." * Fyril shakes his head, blushing. "Nah, it's fine. You did the hard parts, and I want to help anyway." * Nebrinel nods weakly, and stretches up to kiss Fyril's blushing cheek. "Well... thanks anyway." * Fyril blushes more strongly, and looks down at her quietly, stroking her hair. "Look... when the light went out, and I could hear you crying, trying to do something to stop it, I wanted to help more than anything. And I couldn't. It was just so scary, and I knew if I could do something, I would. Whatever I could. So now that I can, I will." He smiles warmly at her, brushing her cheek. "Simple as that." * Nebrinel smiles softly, and tears start to form at her eyes... but she quickly stretches and yawns. "I think I should sleep.. need to get that energy back, we've got to go meet Ada." * Fyril nods. "Sure, yeah, you obviously need to sleep." He stares at the opposite wall, and blushes. "Need help with the cloak?" * Nebrinel laughs softly, and reaches up and unclasps it. "Not that easy, boy. I'm not so weak I can't sleep." * Fyril looks back at her, bright red. "I didn't mean it like that. Really, just want you to be comfortable, that's all. It's not like I haven't seen you without it on before." * Nebrinel chuckles. "This is true." She yawns again, and grins. "So, were you going to let me sleep, or were you entertaining thoughts of putting me to bed personally?" * Fyril blinks, and waves his free arm vaguely. "Well, I figured I'd tuck you in or something, make sure you got to sleep OK." * Nebrinel laughs. "Well, I tend to sleep without clothes, Fyril, so if you wanted an eyeful, you could stay to tuck me in. But one way or the other, I'm swiftly losing the battle for being awake." * Nebrinel yawns. "At least, when I've got a real bed." * Fyril smiles at her, and his eyes sparkle. "You know, as much as I think I'd like to see that at some point, now's just not the time. You should just sleep." He forces himself to look in her eyes. * Nebrinel looks right back, and winks. "Well, then. Good night, Fyril." * Fyril hugs her gently, then gets up and walks over to the door. "Good night, Nebrinel. Sleep well." He looks down, blushes, then opens it and walks out, closing it behind him. (And I think that's it. ^^;) (And I'll call it a game there.) [IT'S A GAME.]