[ We Find Our Heroes on their way to the house of some noble or another - Count Cloverleaf, apparently - to see if they can persuade, swindle, or outright steal a Great Weapon Piece from him. They in a wooded area, right now. Session start! ] * Fyril looks around the woods, trying as he walks to push the leaves around him with air. He's sticking his tongue out over his upper lip as he does so. * Nebrinel looks over and smiles at Fyril. He's got the right idea! Training constantly. She, for her part, is swinging a practice-sword she made earlier that day out of ground as she walks. (Out of ground?) (It's a trick she's used before. It's OK at making worthless practice swords.) * Fyril looks over at Nebrinel, and stops with the air so he can talk. "So, do you know who this guy we're going to see is?" * Nebrinel swings again, and grunts with the effort... apparently, she's made a heavy sword. "Not... really. Just that he's got a weapon." * Fyril nods doubtfully. "And we don't know anything about his place." Not *whoosh* yet. And we... well, I did *whoosh* promise not to steal. * Fyril grins, and his eyes sparkle. "I didn't. Only person I ever promised that to isn't involved." * Nebrinel keeps talking, perspiration appearing on her face. "Still, it may be best *whoosh* for me to inquire as to slightly more legal means before we risk it *whoosh* just in case Faydra is not as understanding *whoosh*." * Fyril smiles less brightly. "Right. She didn't seem the type to be happy with little detailed explanations like that." * Nebrinel nods. *whoosh* "Exactly. That doesn't mean it will stop me, but the less people we have chasing us, the better." She frowns, and swings again very hard. "Nobles are not understanding." * Fyril shakes his head. "They don't mind if they don't notice it's missing, but they'd probably notice their great rare artifact being gone." * Nebrinel says, "Yeah..." She puts the sword back on her shoulder. * Fyril smiles widely again. "Not that that'd stop me from taking it. I can do it whether or not they care." * Nebrinel nods, and smiles wryly, catching her breath. "Of course." * Fyril eyes the sword as he walks. "Wonder if I should try learning anything combat-related." * Nebrinel lifts the sword back to her front, puts it in her left hand instead of her right, and starts swinging away again. "Well, they're useful, but that'd take even more time. *whoosh* I'd be willing to give it a shot, though. Maybe we could *whoosh* teach you archery and dodging." * Nebrinel smiles faintly. "Swordfighting's closest to my heart, but *whoosh* there are a lot more risks, and a lot more ya have to learn." * Fyril watches her swing the sword, and moves a bit further away from her. "Yeah, really. The air stuff is hard. And not using the wand makes my head hurt a lot." * Nebrinel nods faintly, and winks. "You're doing well, though. It takes time, and you've only been at it heavily for a few days." She swings again. * Fyril nods happily. "Always was a fast learner." He looks a bit more thoughtful. "And archery's probably more me anyway." And dodging is definitely more me. * Nebrinel nods. "I remember you expressing interest a while ago... but other things came up." She smiles. "We could probably start with using a crossbow until we get the resources to make a real bow." * Fyril cocks his head. "But we don't have one of those either." * Nebrinel grins. "Aah, but we do." She stops swinging the sword, and hands it to Fyril. "Grab it with both hands." * Fyril blinks at the sword, shifts his satchel to one side, and takes hold of the sword with both hands. Doesn't look too sure about it, though. [ Suddenly, Ada appears about ten feet in front of you. ] * Ada smiles, almost pleasantly. "Learning how to use a sword, Fyril?" * Nebrinel peers at Ada, frowning, having half worked her pack around to retrieve her crossbow. * Fyril blinks hard, and controls his instinct to drop the sword. "No, Nebrinel said that'd take too long. I'm going to do archery. And what are you doing here?" * Ada spreads her hands, palms outwards. "I'm not going to attack you." * Fyril cocks his head puzzledly. "I didn't think you were." * Nebrinel finishes retrieving her crossbow, and puts her pack back. It's a crossbow made of dark wood. Not that anyone would know, but it seems fairly well made. "But why are you here, then?" What, I can't drop by to say hi? ( No. ) * Ada turns to Fyril. "By the way, I am sorry I left without telling you earlier. I hope you'll forgive me for that." (No, but all the other times you tried, you kept us from making out. =P) (Damn straight!) (;__;) * Nebrinel smiles faintly. "You do have to wonder. If you'd just wanted to say hi, there are less taxing ways." * Fyril shrugs, and smiles. "It's OK. I was the one who went ahead to get stuff. Faydra had some neat things." Yes, I imagine she does. * Ada grins at Nebrinel. "There are. So, no, I'm not here just to say hi. Though I admit that I was curious as to how you were doing." * Fyril looks back at his satchel. "I could show you, but I have the sword, and..." He pouts. Ada's not paying attention. (Aww! Fyril pouted!) (But will it work? =P) * Nebrinel chuckles faintly, and says softly to Fyril, "You can give me the the sword back now, Fyril." She's holding her crossbow in her right hand. * Fyril holds the sword out to Nebrinel with both hands. * Nebrinel grabs the sword with her left hand, and with no small effort, puts it back over her shoulder. * Nebrinel winks. "Your concern is touching. You never did mention why you were here, though." * Fyril watches that wide-eyed, then looks at his arms for a second before looking back to Nebrinel. * Ada chuckles. "I was getting to it. But if you want me to skip the pleasantries..." She sobers. "I have been sent to enlist your aid in the upcoming war." * Nebrinel shrugs. "I am less and less in the mood for pleasantries these days, what with nobles pulling us back and forth." I imagine you are. You do know that it's only going to continue. * Nebrinel looks a little weary, and sighs. "That is always the way." * Fyril looks back and forth between the two, then pulls his satchel around and puts it down. * Ada nods. * Nebrinel says questioningly. "That's it? Just 'Come help us?'" * Ada laughs. Yes. Come help us. If you have a price, I'm sure we can reach an agreement. * Nebrinel quirks an eyebrow. "And Xivilai has agreed to this? You know what I'm searching for." * Ada looks at Nebrinel evenly. "Yes, I know what you're searching for." And I have been sent, as I said, to enlist you. * Nebrinel says simply, "And she can offer these things?" * Ada looks to the sky. "She can offer what is in her power. I admit that I can't guarantee she'll have any Great Weapon pieces you would be interested in." * Nebrinel says, "And if I find out that she won't can't offer what I'm looking for, will I be allowed to leave if I choose?" She glances over at Fyril. * Fyril is listening along quietly. Xivilai is willing to part with Great Weapon pieces, as well as information as to where they may be found. * Ada turns her gaze back to Nebrinel. "However, I cannot invite either of you if you don't wish to stay. Please understand, it's a difficult situation." * Nebrinel arches an eyebrow. "I suppose it is. And after the war? Is this a long-term contract?" (*waits for the GM to reply*) No. After the war, you're free to do as you wish. * Nebrinel says, "And my curse? Would she be willing to try to break my curse?" * Fyril shifts a bit where he's standing, but he doesn't say anything. * Ada keeps her eyes on Nebrinel. "Yes. You have my word." * Nebrinel shakes her head. "Ada, you're a lousy negotiater, but you have far too many of the cards." * Ada grins. "I wasn't sent here because I'm a good negotiator." * Nebrinel shakes her head and says, "I suppose not." She turns to Fyril, and looks into his eyes. "Fyril?" * Ada turns her attention to Fyril now. * Fyril blinks, and shrugs. "I'll go with you, if that's where you want to go." He doesn't look thrilled. * Nebrinel looks even more serious. "Are you sure, Fyril? And nothing you want either?" * Fyril looks back, and relaxes a bit. "All I really need to be happy are some things to steal, some stuff to cook with, and Jordan. That's me." * Ada smiles faintly. * Nebrinel smiles faintly too, and turns to Ada. "Will we be able to leave before the war starts, if we take this deal, or will Xivilai be keeping us busy? We've still got a lot of work to do." I can't say for certain, but I think she will. * Nebrinel grits her teeth, and says loudly, "I hate this, you know that? I hate that I have basically no choice, and I hate that I'm going to have to go with it." * Fyril cocks his head and looks at Nebrinel. "We could choose to keep walking." * Ada nods, her expression back to neutrality. "You could choose to do that." * Nebrinel shakes her head. "And then what? In two months, what happens then? We discussed this yesterday. There's no escape." * Nebrinel looks at Ada. "Is this deal now or never?" * Ada closes her eyes and sighs. "I don't know." * Nebrinel chuckles. "At least you're honest." * Ada opens her eyes and shrugs. "Have you ever known me to lie?" * Fyril looks back at Ada with his eyes sparkling. "No, but you do hide things when you need to." * Ada looks at Fyril. * Nebrinel smiles wryly. Don't we all. ( I don't! ) (Suuuuure. =P) * Fyril shrugs, and loses the sparkle. "Part of the trade, right?" People assuming that I'm hiding something? I'm used to it. * Nebrinel chuckles. "What do you expect? You are hiding something." She smiles sadly. "The sooner the war ends, the better, and you hold all the damn cards. I'll help you in the war. But only in the war." That's all my Lady asks. * Ada looks to Fyril. "And you?" * Fyril looks over Ada slightly worriedly. "She's not really big on having things stolen, is she? Even if I put them back?" * Ada smiles at that. "If you put them back, maybe we can work something out." * Nebrinel laughs. "You can't deny a man his craft, Ada." I wouldn't dream of it. * Fyril perks his ears, and straightens. "Then I'll be OK. I'll go." * Ada nods and reaches into her cloak, extracting a Trump. She focuses on it. * Nebrinel lays her crossbow over her other shoulder, and sighs. "I knew it was just a matter of time." * Ada moves her lips silently. * Fyril turns back to Nebrinel, steps over, and looks up into her eyes. "What?" * Nebrinel shakes her head, leans over, and kisses his forehead softly. "Sorry, Fyril." * Fyril blushes, and blinks a couple times. "Why?" Because I didn't escape the war after all. [ And then, just like that, you are all in a massive library of dark wood and darker stone. A single person stands before you all; she is short for an adult elf, but has a distinct air about her that she ought not to be trifled with. She smirks, and her purple eyes gleam. "Welcome to Castle Black. I am Xivilai Shardae; I do not believe we have made each other's acquaintance." ] [ Session end. ^_^ ]