The World of Layonara
In-Character Forums => Rumour Has It => Topic started by: RollinsCat on September 03, 2012, 10:59:26 PM
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Ty Reid-Dragonheart has discretely asked around for assistance following up on something (http://forums.layonara.com/calendar.php?do=getinfo&e=18268&day=2012-9-7&c=3). He's cagey when pressed for information but says it involves Vehl and undead. And he insists that he is scouting this mission. He's not ruling anyone out to come unless he suspects their motives but specific people are invited: Melody Widgeweaver, Armand, Kat, Robb, Emwonk, Cord, Argus, Samantha, Naldin, Fleur.
//If you were on skelly bat quests with Melody, sign up if you can; if you want to join, pm me, it's mostly an open character quest.
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*The good Gnuman is seen arriving the docks, his radiant and bright red hair beats any intent of subterfuge that the man had posibly had, the rest of the body covered with a long coat/cloack, he walks over the docks as one sailor watch over him, an arc of ligthning goes out of his body hitting the sailor and making him fall over the ledge to the water, the gnuman looks around and blushes real read, as more people notices the events, after that with a soft sneeze, the gnuman is no where to be seen*
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Melody accepts the invitation. It has been some time since she has seen an undead, but, are they just rebuilding? Watching and planning ....?
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*On one round, when Ty is asking around he hears a man's voice, upon turning around he met with a man in dark clothes, the kind of noble uses, long trenchcoat, in darkest colors*
Well, well, Look what we have here? *the man says with a smirk, as he walks out of the corner where there are other five men attaired with the uniform of the Vehl's guard*
I do hope you are not getting in some troubles there kid. This town has enough troubles, just be careful they don't find you. Vehl's streets are dangerous for a reason.
I'll be watching *the man smirkis a bit more as he starts to walk back again towards where the guards are* And the guard will be as well * not removing the sight of him, and tilting his hood as it return to the company of the guards but without removing the sight of him*
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He tries an icy stare, which rolls off the chaos hunter like a mild summer rain, then switches to a smirk and turns his back on the man as he goes about his business. None of it flows - his Dad would have had a snappy comeback at least. He's still so bad at this...
Yeah, there's a Dragonheart in "your" town, punk. Deal.
Walking toward the One-Eyed Harpy, a surge of bitterness funnels into a barely coherent mumble. "Say hello to Fleur for me."
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Samantha looks at the note and gathers her cloak to head for the Harpy, if nothing else, to satisfy her curiosity.
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Ty is at a corner table with an ale, shaking off a foul look and checking his equipment.
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*The red haired man with the eternal inocent smile enters the establishment, his whole body covered with a "poncho" yet his ankwardness is evident and the bulky arm is not really easy to hide, he looks around and watches upon the lonely man with the sour look, he comes closer and pulls a chair* ( perhaps the chair of someone who was about to sit ).
Mmmm... The onion juice is that good in this establisment?
*As he sits on the corner table alongside the man*
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"Hey, man!" Ty's mood lifts a little as one of his invitees shows up. He scoots over to give Armand room. "Onion juice? Are you serious?" A grin.
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Well for the face you had when I arrived you should had something as sour as that.. I personally don't like it, though, Proffessor McBlowitall said that it was developed to explore the emotional side of doing research in a foul mood ..... and later was used as fuel ... *tilt his head to one side his mind lost in a land too far away, and times beyond human comprhension, then he snaps back *
Well.. anyway.. Don't drink Onion juice **nods sagely thrice*
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"Onion juice...yeah, okay, missed that completely." A grin. "Just had a run-in with some jerk is all, I'm over it. So how's the arm? Ready to help put those undeads that were tormenting Mel to rest once and for all?"
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Oh yes.. Jerks. That may have the very same effect i guess.. As long its not a bully, Well bullies are the worst kind of jerks *nods and his face turns a bit darkly for just a moment* But I'll show them... I'll show them all..... **the mad scientist look leaves his face after some moments and he blushes real read as he snaps back to reality * Er.. Sorry..
*switching again the subject of conversation , he pats the right arm with two strong ( in his scale of course ) claps* Its getting there, then blinks, undead? Oh.. is that what is this about .. geez... I don't think my killer gas may work on those though.. guess i'll need to change the components there then .. *tilt his head* mmm.. neither the neurodarrs may work .... unless we met a Bully.. a live one. . *he seems hessitant into something himself* No, no.. focus Armand.. Undead... So just make preparations for that. then .. isn't it?
But what you know? *looks around and facepalms himself* Oh or you waiting for the rest so you don't have to explain to everyone?
*he looks hessitant again* And.. not that i am that much intrested of course.... just ... well.. perhaps a bit intrest picked on the ... er ... nature of our companions. . but. . er. . . Where is Melody? is she alright? Is she being haunted again ? *This last questions perhaps said with too much eagerness*
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Samantha looks increasingly uncomfortable at the atmosphere of the Harpy, not touching anything that might possibly have dirt or other sorts of filth on it, and sporadically looks at the floor as if she expects to see something scurrying underfoot. She scans the room for Ty and then cautiously makes her way over towards him.
"Um... s... er.... Ty? Er. Hello. I um...." she looks around warily again. "I got your message to meet here? What is this about?"
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*The gnuman glance up his gaze falling into the newcomer woman*
I swear that the chair was free, and had nothing to do with the lighthing on the docks *blinks*
I mean ... Hello.
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"Hey Samantha, thanks for coming." Keeping his voice low with a look around the room, he yanks a towel from his backpack and tosses it over a bench on the other side of the table as she scans for someplace to sit that won't stain her blindingly white clothes. "Got a lead on finishing a job, one that involves a singer I know - maybe you met her, Melody? Gnome?" Turning to Armand. "Mel's fine far as I know, she said she'd be here. Gonna need her help with the story anyway but yeah, there's undead involved, and one not-undead chick, and dungeons under the city...it's gonna be messy." He squashes a roach before it can get too close to Sam.
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Non-undead chick .. got it. . I need to figure out how to deals with hens now. . got it *nods slowly at that*
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"Uh - woman. Lady. Female. No idea what kind, human or elf or what, but...yeah."
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Oh.. *he adds some quick notes to his already messy notebook* mmm got it then .. Why you didn't say so since the start? Geez Common tongue its too confusing at times? .. If things were as simple as thermodynamics. *he returns to his notes and then looks up towards the group*
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*Melody sits off to the side, invisible as always, so as not to draw unwanted attention from the undead to thier location. All that can be heard is a faint humming*
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*He looks to Ty from his notes and the to Sam, then back at Ty*
So.. Is she a chick then? *gesturing towards Sam , even when she is there and may be looking at the scene*
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"Uh, yeah, it's kind of a...well, I picked it up from this poultry farmer guy I met, he called women chicks...yeah." Trailing off, he looks around for the source of the faint humming with a glance at Sam in case it's another bug.
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*As he looks down to his notes again finally his ear catching the humming, he moves his head again around, he pulls out of his arm a strange looking lenses with lots of gears on one side and place it over his right eye, as he lift his head, the riduculously big brown eye can be seen from the magnitude of the big round glass , blinking on the eye looks even more awkward as he scans around and then finally stops upon the "apparent" empty chair*
*he then smiles and turns a bit red himself as he speaks *
Rao !!! Oui paah muhk rana?
An E sayh ..Rammu?
*he seems a bit flushed all of sudden*
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Follows Armand's gaze to the chair and grins.
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Samantha seems to prefer to stand, looking rather uncomfortable, and the color draining from her face as she notes the roach that Ty squashes. "I um... don't know much about chickens, but... I can help with undead." She bites her lip. "Would it be possible to discuss this somewhere other than here?" Her voice seems to have reached a higher pitch than normal, indicating a greater degree of discomfort.
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"Yeah, okay, this place has a lot of ears...but not near the temple, either." A discomforted look of his own, and a scowl. "Someplace kinda neutral...the arena's not running anything right now. We have to wait for the rest though."
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Samantha's eyes narrow suspiciously. "Is there some reason you're worried about the temple's knowledge of these activities?"
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"No." Defensively at first, then he sighs and stands to speak to her with some privacy. "Aesthir's been hassling me. Just don't feel like running into him is all." Raises his voice just enough so Armand and whoever he is all excited about - the scout has a guess, and it returns a smile to his face - can hear. "Whoever we find that was responsible for the undead or the cursed harp Mel had and stuff, happy to turn 'em over to the authorities."
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*Just then a commotion is heard from the kitchen, followed by the sound of someone small stomping up the stairs backwards and shouting angrilly some odd phrases. As the tiny Halfling form backs up to the top steps, he can be see to be holding three largish rats by their tails, waving them for effect at someone at the bottom of the stairs.*
"Emwonk requires mettalic circular conduits, exchange for even flow, alternate rodentia recycle locality!!! Entity verballed prior affirmations regarding mettallic circular conduits!"
*some muffled reply with equally angry tones filters up from below, but the words cannot be made out. However, it is apparent from the Halfling's next actions that whatever was said was not something he found agreeable. With an angry snarl he lets loose the three rats, who all immediately scamper in different directions. Then the Halfling shouts down to the person below once more, "Null cognative avian cranial!!!" He makes a rather rude gesture aimed down the stairs, and then turns to walk toward the exit, brushing off dust and straightening his collar as he goes. At the same time tiny bolts of electricity arc up and down his person in random waves.*
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*Armand looks at the strange halfling thru the big augmenting crystal of his lens, he does some adjustments towards the focus and then sees him moving out*
" Woah.. That guy is sparkling.. " he keeps the eyes on the halfling with some sympathy and intrest , but then returns his gaze to the "empty" chair*
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*Kat enters, waves to the proprietor and various businessmen, and then joins Ty and the group.* "So, what are you up to that you don't want your dad to hear about now? You didn't happen to find any secret passages in the crypt, did you?"
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*As the tiny Halfling form backs up to the top steps, he can be see to be holding three largish rats by their tails, waving them for effect at someone at the bottom of the stairs.*
Samantha claps a hand over her mouth and there is a distinctive strangled squeal or whimper as she reflexively takes a step away from the commotion.
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A glance at Sam. "So, I'll let the bartender know to send anyone looking for me to the arena, let's go. Hey, Emwonk, hey Kat." He talks while he walks, keeping his voice down. "So it's like this - Mel, if you're there, jump in whenever. Mel got this harp and these skeleton bat things kept bugging her. Then the undead got worse, more of 'em, following her - we figured out that her harp was cursed but not before we got attacked outside Vehl. Fleur took the harp to get examined and some of us tracked the chi...woman we saw casting on us to a door in town, which lead to a dungeon full of undead. We reported it to the temple but they didn't have anyone to spare to check it out, till now. So we're checking.
"Once we get in, I'm scouting ahead - tired of charges and stupid behavior, so if you're feeling stupid and wanting to just run into traps and rotting corpses, fine, don't do it here. But you guys I trust to go slow and smart so, uh, there you go." Fumbles as he realizes he might have insulted them. "Right, so, Mel? If you're there, your turn."
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*At mention of his name, Emwonk turns to see who's addressing him. Recognition of the speaker dawns and he offers his standard greeting and falls in to listen as the group makes it's way to the exit. His previous attitude of anger with the kitchen staff dissipated and seemingly forgotten.*
"Current, Ty entity... plus additonal multiple entities."