Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

So I logged in late last night to do a quick loot run and turn in some minotaur horns in Beregost. Then I bumped into Opee Honorshadow and after a fun adventure in the wilderness I ended the night in stitches!

Here's my favourite snippets of our journey.

*After meeting on the road just south of Beregost, the two hins Kemi and Opee decide to raid the wyvern nests. After spying their path from the top of the cliff they noticed a strange red man in the valley below.*
Kemi Kemorya: "Now I want to go and see if the red man will talk."
Opee Honorshadow: "Luck of plucked duck...."
Kemi Kemorya: "RED MAN!"
*The Efreet turns and with an evil grin begins to hurl a plume of fire in Kemi's direction.*
Kemi Kemorya: "Uh oh!"
Kemi Kemorya: "That wasn't very nice!"
*After a few minutes of combat, the Efreet lays dead on the ground and Kemi dusts the scorch marks off her armour.*
*Opee Honorshadow replies excitedly with a wide smile,* "Skill to fill bill!"
*Kemi Kemorya puts her sword away after wiping it clean.*
Kemi Kemorya: "Did you see that Opee?!"
*Opee Honorshadow nodding yes.*
Kemi Kemorya: "He cast a bolt of flaming fire, and a wall of fire!"
Kemi Kemorya: "What was that red man?"
Opee Honorshadow: "Pyre of dire fire."
Kemi Kemorya: "He wasn't very friendly."
*Opee Honorshadow shrugs.* "Crude dude almost nude."

**After dispatching the efreeti the two hins spy a wyvern nest on a distant hill and decide to head over that way**

*Opee Honorshadow keeps to the long shadows of the hills.*
*Kemi Kemorya takes her shortbow out again and proceeds slowly.*
Kemi Kemorya: "Wyvern!"
*The wyvern spots Kemi and swoops to attack! Kemi displays her stunning swordsmanship and dispatches the beast rather quickly.*
Kemi Kemorya: "Ugh."
Kemi Kemorya: "Green blood!"
Kemi Kemorya: "It's always so revolting."
Opee Honorshadow: "Wait thew gait mate."
*Another wyvern swoops down at the pair from the sky. Opee takes aim with his sling and scores a hit!*
Kemi Kemorya: "Nice shot!"
Wyvern: *pained shriek*
Kemi Kemorya: "You hit it right in the rear admiral!"
*Opee Honorshadow chuckles.*
Opee Honorshadow: "Beat the seat of meat."
*They then slay the beast and during its death throes it released bodily fluids from various orifices.*
Kemi Kemorya: "What's that?"
*Opee Honorshadow jingles a gooey coin pouch.*
Kemi Kemorya: "Did it just puke out something?"
Kemi Kemorya: "Gross."
Kemi Kemorya: "You can have it."
Opee Honorshadow: "Dupe and scoop from poop."
*Opee Honorshadow shrugs and shakes it violently til almost clean.. stuffs it into pack.*


Opee's last line there made me laugh for aaaaaaages!
Great fun!

Valiant: "Before I had the chance to say a few sentences, sir arkaine charged me and I was not showing any signs of hostility."
James Norton: "Sometimes having an ugly mug is enough..." Norton grunts, looking over at Belurion with squinted eyes.
Ameris Santraeger: *his brow furrows futher*
Ryland Brand: "He is reported to have mutilated the corpses of those he slew - I would not expect the Grandmaster to hold a civil talk with him."
Valiant: "Eh, ladies are not visual creatures, anyhow."
Arkaine HalfOrken: Arkaine bellows in disbelief. You craven liar! You did draw your weapon and have at it. I gave you terms of surrendur!

at Arkaine's final response.

Kalma: *Yells out loud simple word.* "Heave!"
Vicala: "No. I'm not doing this again!"
Kalma: "Come on! It is simple, it will start the song! HEAVE!"
Vicala: "It's stupid!"
Kalma: "I heard ye singing it, not long ago! HEAVE!"
Vicala: "Oh someone have mercy..." *Mutters under her breath as she rubs at her brow, finally giving in with an expression of defeat in her face.* "...ho."
Kalma: "Lads wave yer lasses goodbye, sailing down the watery plains, stealin' gold and gems an' even silver veins! And it's ho!"
Vicala: *Looks around at the others in desperation, hoping that they'll make it stop.*
Kalma: "Spit it out! Drinks on me, whole tavern! Sing it!"
Vicala: "I did my part already, and I feel dirty... violated! Why do you insist on making me a part of your little shows all the time?!" *Tugs at her clothes as if trying to get free from filth.*
Kalma: "Once more! That is what I demand from ye, for the crew! And it is ho!"
Vicala: "You're not even singing it right!" *Shakes her hands toward him.* "And it's a heave! That comes first!"
Kalma: "Hells with ye! YE SING IT THEN!"
Vicala: "The hell I will!"
Kalma: "Thousand pieces of gold to one who sings the song!"
Vicala: *Freezes up.* "All of it?"
Kalma: "All pieces, aye! I count it myself!"
Vicala: "...alright, then I lost interest."

Kalma, as always pestering his sailors with his stupid songs! Many months ago though, and it's not without a sad sort of fondness I think back on the good old days. Oh well!

Gnomes and Kraak Helzak

Duragin: <i> whispers we aint made one fer gnomes yet
Duragin: ye know der gods
Revenark Stonehold: it's a vow of respect, honor and loyalty to kin
Duragin: <i> in a whisper
Deacon: <C=pink>keeps a respectable distance</C>
Daggo: <C=pink>looks back and forth between those gathered, remaining silent
Duragin: ell will wing it den
Maxwell: [Talk] <i>I know nothing of gnomes gods, I barely know much of Dwarven ones. <C=pink>whispering perhaps louder then intended
Duragin: [Talk] <i> grumbles

Edit: Note: since several people have asked whether N'essa is back, I wanted to clarify that this RP took place the day before N'essa was publically beheaded by Duke Eltan.

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Scene

An abandoned room near the duegar compound.

Cazna and Irrtana Sshamath, finding N'essa's head on a spike near Sshamath, perform a Lolthian resurrection ritual.

After restoring her to life, they drug her with a powerful narcotic poison and begin questioning her.

Cazna finishes her own questioning and departs, leaving N'essa alone with Irrtana Sshamath, who is sitting on N'essa, holding a knife and staring at N'essa's teeth...

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Irrtana: *watches as Cazna leaves the room looking back down to N'essa* You are still toying with me? Are you embarrassed about them?

N'essa: Nau, not at all, Usstan like ussta teeth *smiles, showing off her long fang-like incisors*
N'essa: Dos have all the power yathrin ...

Irrtana: This has nothing to do with the questions I was asking earlier, I just wanted to know more about you

N'essa: mmmm... What about ussa?

Irrtana: The fangs

N'essa: Ahhh... *groggily* Usstan don't know ... but many have said Usstan have outsider blood, many who have examined ussa... The Flaming Fist, priests of Helm, Merek Asher... succubi

Irrtana: Nothing to do with undeath?

N'essa: Usstan don't think so, nau...
N'essa: Usstan don't really like undead ... not much fun to play with
N'essa: *sighs dreamily from the poison*

Irrtana: are you sure?

N'essa: mmm-hmmm *nodding*

Irrtana: I've met some vampires that might argue against that

N'essa: Oh? mmmm... Usstan haven't met many
N'essa: Only in the crypts ... and those don't have much of a sense of humor *sighs*

Irrtana: I'd introduce you if she wasn't so hard to find

N'essa: mmm *nods*

Irrtana: She might even give me a reward for a taste of your blood

N'essa: Well... Usstan really don't want to be food for a corpse, but right now ... *sighs* ... Usstan couldn't fight dos if Usstan wanted to... especially without any of ussta toys

Irrtana: *waves her hand dismissively* I don't think she would drain you, but a taste and she might know why you have those fangs of yours

N'essa: mmm *nods*

Irrtana: I hope so N'essa, and I really hope with bringing you back you wont just go get killed again next cycle... Try to cause more trouble but stay alive? *she smiles*

N'essa: Usstan hope so too.
N'essa: We still havent' had time to get close
N'essa: ... *sigh* ... so that Usstan can betray dos
N'essa: *sighs* so many missed opportunities *smiles, still groggy from the poison*

Irrtana: What do you mean? You still have time to manipulate me don't you?

N'essa: Maybe ... but ... who knows... life can be short

Irrtana: I'snt that what any proper drow would think?

N'essa: Usstan am naut a proper drow ... and dos know that *smiles*
N'essa: Usstan never have been...
N'essa: Worshipping Lathander... Eilistraeee... Lolth... Vhaeraun
N'essa: *sigh*
N'essa: saving people...
N'essa: murdering people...
N'essa: vithing people...
N'essa: *sighs*
N'essa: ...happy times

Irrtana: *she leans back a but getting off of N'essa's thighs and sitting on the ground, her dagger sitting on the stone* You might be more of a proper drow then some Yathrins I've met in my days

N'essa: *turns her head to look at her*
N'essa: Dos say the meanest things
N'essa: *bursts out giggling*
N'essa: *smiling*

Irrtana: I meant it in the most hurtful of ways, trust me.

N'essa: *nod* Bel'la dos yathrin
N'essa: *sighs* Usstan have heard that Ronin is in trouble ...
N'essa: Usstan should do something about the vithing ilbith that have him, especially that elg'caress Cecilla
N'essa: Like usstan said *smiling* ... nau one viths with Ussta toys ...
N'essa: ...it's a matter of pride

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The following day, N'essa is beheaded by Duke Eltan[/size]

Note:

Edit: corrected a few spelling mistakes

The server could not handle Rai's new nickname given by Tealis, and crashed.... Looking forward to hear that story!

As Cheryl and Llywelyn are retiring, I looked back at some RP moments... the very first!


This was probably the first time Telia spoke directly with Cheryl back in Janurary, 2014. Amnians, ha.

In an inn in Candlekeep.


THIRTY Actors?!

Telia Navra: Please, do go on however. I am interested in hearing more. *she smiles*
Cheryl Mae Castillo: Cheryl smiles briefly in response to Telia's courtsey. "Very well. I intend to present it in a musical-in-theatre format. Most of the story will be told through song. Perhaps if there is space and people, there could be extras in the background to help with the imagery."
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "The actual performers however, aside from very basic props, will be mostly focused on singing."
Telia Navra: *she nods a bit, listening*
Telia Navra: How many performers do you believe this play would require...?
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "If everyone were to play a single part? Currently I'm hovering at about thirty characters."
Telia Navra: *she blinks* Thirty, miss?
Cheryl Mae Castillo: She gestures a wishy-washy gesture with her hand, "Maybe fifteen to twenty if you don't count minor characters that only appear once."
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "But in my draft, I have enough parts for thirty-two dfifferent people, yes."
Telia Navra: Even half of thirty would be difficult to fit on a stage... *she says in a lower voice*
Cheryl Mae Castillo: Cheryl looks mildly surprised by this.
Telia Navra: Our usual cast for a play is half-dozen.
Cheryl Mae Castillo: Cheryl drums her fingers once against her knee in thought. "Half a dozen. I see."
Telia Navra: Yes, miss. The Theater stage cannot hold more than that without seeming too crowded and the performers having to climb over each other to move about.
Telia Navra: *she shakes her head, with a small smile*



This was Telia's first time meeting Llywelyn back in November 2013. The fellow thought he could bluff a whole troupe of performers. Might have learned a lesson there...? Good fun though! It is a bit lengthy but it felt wrong to leave something out. It is all pretty crazy.

At a rehearsal at the White Mask Theater.


A Log, You Say?

Llywelyn Cadwaldr: A one-eyed man in battered, pitted armor comes walking into the theater. Clank, clank, clank.
Herran Hymn: greetings sir ... may i help you with something?
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He makes his way up to the stage, one gauntlet-clad hand resting leisurely on the pommel of his sheathed sword. "Aye. Is this the theater rehearsal thing?"
Telia Navra: Greetings sir
Mealir Ostirel: 'llo
Herran Hymn: this is ... how may i help you?
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He nods politely to Mealir and Telia, each.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "I'm here for the understudy position. Theater Director Harpo Hands personally requested I be here."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Roll Target: Llywelyn Cadwaldr
DMFI Dice Roll for: Bluff Mod: 6 TOTAL: 20
Telia Navra: Oh really, Director Harpo Hands?
Mealir Ostirel: *lofts a brow and goes about his business*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "The one and the same."
Herran Hymn: [Whisper] is this the fellow you said was coming to audition?
Telia Navra: [Whisper] No. Let us amuse him?
Telia Navra: *she gestures at Herran* This is Director Harpo Hands.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: His yellow eye shifts to Mister Hands.
Herran Hymn: well sir .. i am Director uhm .. yeah Harpo
Mealir Ostirel: *glances idly at the set*
Telia Navra: You never told me about this mister visiting us, Harpo!
Jessie Williams: There is a snicker, and then an uncontrolled burst of female laughter from behind the curtain.
Herran Hymn: Roll Target: Bench
DMFI Dice Roll for: Bluff Mod: 33 TOTAL: 40
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Right. That's what I thought. Last time I was here you told me about about some gypsy play."
Mealir Ostirel: *grins*
Mealir Ostirel: *muffled and amused whispers*
Herran Hymn: i am sorry assistant director penelope an oversight on my part
Jessie Williams: Jessie's snickers comes to fits and starts as she also tries to hold a hushed conversation.
Mealir Ostirel: *stiffles a laugh*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He glances from Harpo to Penelope. He nods once. "To be fair, I had originally told him I wouldn't be here."
Telia Navra: *she smiles prettily* Oh..? And yet here you are, I see!



Herran Hymn: the parts have been cast .. but we are looking for a log
Telia Navra: Roll Target: General Area
DMFI Dice Roll for: Bluff Mod: 29 TOTAL: 45
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: The one-eyed man smiles broad. "Right. My schedule opened up!"
Mealir Ostirel: *cackles* That log
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He then shifts his eye to Harpo.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: A log? Like on the ground log?"
Telia Navra: Oh yes, we have been rehearsing without a log for tendays now!
Telia Navra: It is about time we had someone step up for the role.
Herran Hymn: and if you can play a good enough log ... well . of course a log
Herran Hymn: what good is a play without a proper log?
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: The one-eyed man sniffs. "Maybe. I wasn't expecting a lead role, to be honest . . . but I can probably handle it."
Herran Hymn: Valkrun *smiles* good to see you could make it
Telia Navra: *she nods at Director Harpo Hand's words*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He glances back over his shoulder, and nods to Valkrun in acknowledgement.
Valkrun Anatox: *he offers Llywelyn a nods and looks up to Herran*
Valkrun Anatox: Aye...well dont be too quick to congratulate me *looks a bit sheepish*
Herran Hymn: we were about to cast this gentleman here for the part of the log
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Llywelyn smirks, before leaning towards Valkrun. "Sorry, lad, but someone's gotta shine."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "I'm sure your role will support mine, though."
Valkrun Anatox: Log?
Telia Navra: Yes, Director Harpo and I have been looking for a long time for someone suitable.
Valkrun Anatox: Will he be wrapped in brown and laid upon the stage?
Jessie Williams: Jessie, quite spontaneously, begins to go into a giggling fit again.
Herran Hymn: and assistant director Penelope here .. well .. she took an instant shine to the fellow
Telia Navra: Oh yes.. I envision him perfectly on the stage!
Telia Navra: *she smiles brightly and gestures around the fire, where this "log" would be*
Valkrun Anatox: *he looks at them all with a smirk on his face* Er...right
Mealir Ostirel: *more chuckling can be heard*
Herran Hymn: and the campfire will only give him a minor singing



Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Right." The one-eyed man rubs his beard. "Well, I suppose if someone's gotta rise to the occasion. I really was just planning to watch, as an understudy. But I can roll up my sleeves and jump right in."
Telia Navra: We would be delighted! Are you well versed in how to act as a log, sir..?
Telia Navra: Any prior experience..?
Herran Hymn: yes .. we do only accept experienced logs
Telia Navra: *she gives Llewelyn a look over*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "You know, I've done some character acting before. But usually they're people, not logs. There was this one time when I stood in for a log at a Waterdhavian street performance, though."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "It got rave reviews."
Valkrun Anatox: *he rubs his chin*
Herran Hymn: can you make the proper popping sounds as you bark gets too close to the campfire?
Telia Navra: That is very important. I cannot stress it enough how important that sound is.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Llywelyn frowns, rubbing his mouth.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Like this?" He clears his throat.
Herran Hymn: *nods emphatically*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Roll Target: Llywelyn Cadwaldr
DMFI Dice Roll for: Perform Mod: 0 TOTAL: 17
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "POP. CRACKLE. POP POP."
Telia Navra: Oh my, that is quite good!
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "I threw in the crackle. It's called improv."
Telia Navra: Yes, we like that.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He nods somberly.
Herran Hymn: oh! by the loving goddesses Assistant director Penelope .. i think he has it!
Mealir Ostirel: *snickers*
Telia Navra: I think so too Harpo! *she grins and claps her hands, appearing absolutely delighted*
Jessie Williams: Jessie frowns curiously, and rubs the tip of her nose.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: The man nods.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "I'll do you proud then, Harpo, Pene."



Herran Hymn: now .. you should have no more then three? .... four? .. people sitting on you at any one time ..
Telia Navra: So, three... maximum four people sitting at once. Does that sound alright? *she looks at Llywelyn*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Llywelyn frowns slightly. "They'll probably be pretty uncomfortable. I mean, unless there's somewhere for me to go get into costume?"
Telia Navra: Hm.. yes some of that armor detail I can imagine would be quite... uncomfortable.
Herran Hymn: uncomfortable! oh my we can't have that assistant director Penelope
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Right. I don't want to hurt any of my co-stars."
Herran Hymn: maybe he should simple wear nothing? ... and lay face down?
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Logs aren't supposed to be all hairy, Harpo."
Herran Hymn: mmmm .. we could shave him?
Valkrun Anatox: *looks between them bemused*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "That's a great deal of role investment. I might be getting cold feet."
Mealir Ostirel: *laughs*
Herran Hymn: or we could cover him in moss!
Valkrun Anatox: Tar and woodchips would be convincing
Jessie Williams: Jessie shares in the general mirth and continues smiling in amusement.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Maybe I should just watch your rehearsal, this time, to be sure I'm right for the role?"
Herran Hymn: watch?! ... well of course ... from the log position ... you can watch the entire play
Telia Navra: Yes, indeed. *she nods at Harpo's words*
Telia Navra: We need to see you act after all.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Llywelyn nods. "I suppose if it's just a rehearsal, I don't need to be in costume just yet."
Jessie Williams: Jessie crinkles her nose as she grins at Mealir.
Telia Navra: It is in fact a dress rehearsal.
Valkrun Anatox: Nonsense...I have never attended a rehearsal out of costume
Valkrun Anatox: I thought the official dress rehearsal is tomorrow...?
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He looks over at Valkrun.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Then back to Harpo and Penelope.
Telia Navra: Harpo and I figured we could have a dress rehearsal to practise for the official dress rehearsal.



Herran Hymn: besides .. our gypsy needs s log ... to plant his knife in .. when he gets mad
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Prop knife?"
Mealir Ostirel: 'xactly !
Mealir Ostirel: A good handy knife, steel dagger.
Herran Hymn: prop? with a log .. we can use a real one *nods to Mealirs words*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Llywelyn rubs his mouth. "Well, I suppose. So long as it doesn't go into anything too important."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Aim for the limbs, maybe?"
Mealir Ostirel: Aaaah
Mealir Ostirel: *shakes his head and peeks out from the curtain*
Herran Hymn: he is not a very good aim .. and usually takes four or five tries to get it to fully embed .. up to the hilt
Mealir Ostirel: 'doing my best !
Telia Navra: It may prove... difficult. But do not fret!
Telia Navra: It is after all what we have the rehearsals for!
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "You know, at this point I'm beginning to think you're just pulling my leg," he narrows his yellow eye.
you are doing much better!
Telia Navra: Pulling your leg, good sir..? *she looks astonished*
Herran Hymn: your leg is not up here to pull
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Well, that's hard logic to argue with. But what will we do when the 'log' begins bleeding all over the stage?"
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Surely it ruins the illusion."
Telia Navra: We do have a priest so that is no concern..!
Telia Navra: *she nods at Valkrun, who has the role of the priest in the play*
Valkrun Anatox: *he nods thoughtfully* Mind you I can't actually do any healin'
Valkrun Anatox: Roll Target: General Area
DMFI Dice Roll for: Heal Mod: -1 TOTAL: 9
Herran Hymn: aye .. besides .. there is -much- blood in this play
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Oh, I don't worry about the pain or discomfort. But if I'm bleeding, it'll look like the log is bleeding. And people will all be slipping around stage."
Telia Navra: Ohh.. he always sells himself low! He is very skilled actually, once you see him work you will inderstand.
Herran Hymn: you do know the title of the play do you not sir?
Herran Hymn: "Gypsies, and Tramps that bleed"
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Yeah. Gypsies, Tramps, and . . . ah. That was the part I was forgetting."
Mealir Ostirel: Logs
Valkrun Anatox: Perhaps if the costume leaves a rash I can place a balm on it for you sir. That will at least allow you to concentrate on the bleeding
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He nods back at Valkrun. "You're a thoughtful and considerate man."
Valkrun Anatox: *he nods* When I have the time I make an earnest effort



Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "In any case, I'm eating up too much of your time. Where do you want me?"
Valkrun Anatox: Actually before you answer that director..
Herran Hymn: hmm?
Valkrun Anatox: I'm afraid I will not be able to rehearse today
Mealir Ostirel: *coughs a bit* Sorry, for me the sooner the better, for the rehearsal.
Telia Navra: Oh... Did you forget your medical supplies? *a worried look comes over her face*
Valkrun Anatox: I have several things things I must attend to....but I will be here tomorrow without fail
Valkrun Anatox: *he looks at Telia* And that...you know its hard to be bothered with such things
Herran Hymn: you do understand that according to our contract .. you will have to lose a finger for missing the rehearsal
Valkrun Anatox: Might I chose which one?
Mealir Ostirel: He cheats, he can regenerate it !
Herran Hymn: mmmm .. alright .. seeing as this is your first finger
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Llywelyn scratches at one cheek. "You run this place like it's a theater in the Abyss, sheesh. I suppose it's good for discipline."
Telia Navra: It works wonders! *she smiles cheerfully at Llywelyn*
Mealir Ostirel: Don't ever go backstage .. *somberly*
Herran Hymn: *nods* the results are killer plays
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Noted," to all three.
Valkrun Anatox: Well unfortunately for me I may actually be killed if I neglect my other line of work too much..
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He glances to Valkrun, a sliver of curiosity swimming behind his yellow eye.
Valkrun Anatox: It is a reminder to strive harder each day *he nods with a smile*
Telia Navra: Yes of course, if its between a finger and your life... the choice is easy.
Herran Hymn: well .. do -not- do that .. you know what your contract says if you die before the play comes to a proper close
Valkrun Anatox: I would make a terrible zombie...
Herran Hymn: just remember that
Valkrun Anatox: With all the groaning my lines would be delivered in a shambles
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Llywelyn runs his tongue along the outside of his teeth, cleaning them while they determine what's to be done.
Valkrun Anatox: Will you be able to come up with a substitute for today? I am most sorry about putting you out like this



Telia Navra: What did you say your name was, good sir..? *she eyes Llywelyn*
Herran Hymn: i will stand in ...
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He shifts his yellow eye to Penelope.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "The name's Llywelyn. Llywelyn Cadwaldr. You coastals sometimes have a hard time with the pronunciation, though, so most folks just call me Crow."
Herran Hymn: Crow?
Valkrun Anatox: *he glances over curiously with some spark of recognition on his face*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "That's right."
Telia Navra: Ahh... I can see that across a poster already!
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: The one-eyed man's lip pulls up at one side. "It's as good a name as any, I suppose."
Telia Navra: Indeed!
Telia Navra: It will be very easy to remember for the audience. *she nods several times*
Herran Hymn: don't we have a play being written now about a one eyed crow?
Valkrun Anatox: You don't intend to put my name on this poster I hope *grins*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Llywelyn looks between the others, as they discuss names and one-eyed ravens.
Mealir Ostirel: Dear Harpo and Penelope, could we start, even without a log ? *scratches his hed*
Herran Hymn: we can just call you nine fingered louis?
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Looks like your players are getting antsy, Harp."
Herran Hymn: yes Mealir .. sorry ..
Telia Navra: *she looks at Mealir with an apologetic smile*
Telia Navra: We are missing a few still.
Herran Hymn: well Al and Neyrs ... and Valkrun have all said they would be absent
Jessie Williams: Jessie snorts, and wakes up, "Huh wut?" she looks around wildly.
Telia Navra: *she sighs* I see.
Mealir Ostirel: *smiles, still amused* It's just that if we don't start soon ..well.
Herran Hymn: not heard from Tamara ...
Herran Hymn: and yes ... we should begin
Mealir Ostirel: Maybe we should simply cancel i for today *scratches his head*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Sounds like you've got a skeleton crew tonight."



Valkrun Anatox: Well director, lady Telia, you will see me tomorrow bright and early
Telia Navra: Farewell! *she waves at Valkrun*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He finishes cleaning his teeth, glancing back to Valkrun.
Valkrun Anatox: I apologize again for my hectic schedule
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Was nice meeting you."
Telia Navra: See you tomorrow.
Herran Hymn: Valkrun .. tomorrow then *smiles*
Valkrun Anatox: *he bows slight and waves to them all*
Mealir Ostirel: *waves*
Valkrun Anatox: Pleasure meetin' you sir
Valkrun Anatox: Until next time!
Mealir Ostirel: Back to normal clothes then
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Llywelyn rolls one shoulder, his pauldrons clanking noisily. "Well, it looks like you're not going to be needing that log tonight after all."
Telia Navra: Yes.. without any priest, or people to sit on that log... *she sighs*
Herran Hymn: *sighs* apparently not
Mealir Ostirel: Apologies my good man, and here I made sure to sharpen the dagger !
Telia Navra: Tomorrow however! We will be needing one!
Jessie Williams: "So I'll see y'all tomorrow?"
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He nods to Mealir. "Good of you. Nice, clean cuts are best."
Herran Hymn: yes Mealir! ... sharp ones hurt far less
Telia Navra: Indeed, Jessie. See you then! *she smiles at her*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "When's your gathering tomorrow?" He frowns.
Herran Hymn: Jessie .. yes ... tomorrow .. full dress
Telia Navra: *she tells Crow the time*
Jessie Williams: "I reckon I get you," she nods to Herran.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Hm. I'm not going to be able to make that time. I've got some . . . prior engagements."
Jessie Williams: Tipping her hat, "Y'all take care now."
Telia Navra: You too!
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He regards Jessie as she passes.
Mealir Ostirel: And you ! *tips hat*



Telia Navra: Hm.. since you have not signed a contract yet, Crow, you are lucky. No parting with a finger this time.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Good, good. I've a good deal of value placed on my digits."
Herran Hymn: but time runs short ... so your contract will not be written for digits .. but rather hands .. then feet .. then limbs
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Well, perhaps I'll swing by some other night, then. If nothing else, I'll try to see you all on opening night."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He grins. "From the audience, if you happen to find another log by then."
Telia Navra: We hope you do, Crow! We could surely use a man such as yourself.
Herran Hymn: mmm .. oh .. and you will know any of the cast who misses opening night .. their heads will be piked out front of the theater
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He grins. "As good a motivator as any, I suppose."
Telia Navra: It works wonders.
Herran Hymn: indeed
Telia Navra: Good for advertising as well.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: " 'Now Hiring?' "
Telia Navra: As soon as people see a head, they know there is a job to be had!
Telia Navra: Indeed! *she nods*
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He chuckles.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Well, I'll leave you two to clean up, then. Good seeing you again, Harpo. Good meeting you, Penelope."
Herran Hymn: always a pleasure Crow
Telia Navra: Yes, a pleasure. Looking forward to see you when you are able!
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He nods once, and heads for the door, clanking back the way he came.
Herran Hymn: you know .. we could nail the bark to him .. for his costume ...
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He heads out into the evening air, closing the door behind himself.
Telia Navra: *she snickers*
Herran Hymn: well Telia* grins*
Telia Navra: Well indeed, Director Harpo Hands.
Herran Hymn: *laughs*
Telia Navra: I wonder what he expected, really.
Herran Hymn: what amazes me .. is that he did not turn and run out in terror
Telia Navra: Me too.
Telia Navra: I guess we were not scary enough!

I can assure you that the first RP interaction between Endelyon and Cheryl is one that I cherish and treasure, and will remember for the rest of my RP days:

After their aforementioned fateful meeting, about a half hour later, their REAL first meeting happened.

As Endelyon is sitting at the Elfsong's alegarden, alone:

[13:04] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Excuse me, ma'am?" Cheryl taps Endelyon gently on the shoulder.
[13:04] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She jumps suddenly*
[13:05] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *Spinning on her stool some* ..Y-yes?
[13:05] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] The cardinal-coated woman offers a smile in apology, "Is this table taken?"
[13:06] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She shakes her head, laughing lightly as she motions to a stool* Feel free to join me.
[13:06] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] Cheryl walks around, doing just that.
[13:06] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She would tip the bottle she was holding to her lips, drinking some with a slight smile before setting it down.* Endelyon. A pleasure to meet you, miss.
[13:07] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Cheryl Mae Castillo. Likewise," she inclines her head in greeting.
[13:07] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "I couldn't help but wonder if you were a resident here."
[13:07] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Hm? *She nods slightly* Sort of. I don't have property or anything like that..
[13:08] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] I've been staying at the Blade and Stars since me and Heather arrived.
[13:08] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Heather?"
[13:08] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Maybe five, six days ago. *She drinks* Mhm. A friend of mine.. we grew up in the same village.
[13:09] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "And where was that, if I may pry?" she inclines her head to the side in curiosity.
[13:10] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Arres.. *She smiles, thinking back on it as she sips idly* ..a little village in Tethyr, far to the south. Almost all the way to Calimshan.
[13:11] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Ah," she nods sagely. "Hence you are here now."
[13:11] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Doubt it's even big enough to be worth marking on a map, even before.. *She nods slightly* Hence I am here. *With a sly grin*
[13:12] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] And yourself, Miss Castillo? You live in the city?
[13:13] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Yes," she says after a pause, nodding for emphasis. "Right down there," she gestures towards the street, where one would go if heading to the docks.
[13:13] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *Glancing toward the port* ..rough place, from what I've heard.
[13:14] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She chuckles softly, "Not that far. I'm right across the street from your Blade and Stars."
[13:14] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Ah. *She nods slightly with a smile* How long have you been here?
[13:15] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] Cheryl glances up wistfully, "It's been almost a whole year now."
[13:16] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Endelyon, was it?" she returns her gaze.
[13:16] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She nods slightly* Or End or Elly if you'd like. Really call me whatever you want. *She smiles slightly, adjusting her dress as she shifts in her seat*
[13:17] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Endelyon . . . may I ask something a little intrusive?"
[13:18] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She blinks, nodding a bit pensively* Sure. I can't promise I'll answer, but I won't take offense in the asking. *With a smile*
[13:19] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] Cheryl inclines her head in thanks with a smile before continuing, ". . . I noticed you earlier wandering by several taverns, just, waiting. One can't help but construct an idea about a woman who does that at night," she purses her lips in thought, frowning in concentration.
[13:20] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "How do you manage living in the city?"
[13:21] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She laughs lightly* I was looking for some people.. for a sailor, actually.. *Glancing to the docks district for a moment* ..though I never found them. *Shrugs* Gave up after a while.
[13:21] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] I ah.. don't have a job, in truth. Me and Heather have been trying to find work.. She has something going, but I've yet to have any luck.
[13:22] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "No? Well then, allow me to continue prying."
[13:22] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She grins, tipping the bottle back once more and taking a measured pull from it*
[13:22] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Do you know your arithmatic? Can you read and write?"
[13:23] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She nods* Of course.
[13:23] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] Cheryl leans back a little, her smile and pause hinting at her being impressed.
[13:23] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] I might be a winemaker's daughter but that doesn't mean I wasn't educated properly. *She grins*
[13:24] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "It's not a common thing in the country. I'm glad your father seems to have had the foresight and education."
[13:24] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She smiles a bit sadly at some thought, finally simply offering a nod in agreement with her words*
[13:25] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Endelyon," she continues. "The thing I said earlier? I never thought that about you. I followed you around because I thought I saw something I liked."
[13:26] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "It's been difficult finding anyone with some sort of education. The ones I've met, all seemed to be destined for Candlekeep or some such."
[13:26] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She blinks, seeming a bit unsure how to react to her statement at first, finally speaking calmly after her second statement, lips curling in a smile* Ah, I see.
[13:27] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] What exactly are you seeking an educated person for..?
[13:28] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Because I run the Sword Coast Commercial Exchange, and I intend to reopen the Baldurian Bank."
[13:29] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Sword Coast Commercial Exchange. *She repeats, taking a moment to absorb the words* ..commodities trading?
[13:30] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She chuckles a little before shaking her head, "It's a bit more involved than that."
[13:31] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "I'm more known for providing expertise and advice to clients, to slowly help an economy flourish."
[13:31] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Depending on the business, I do not even take a comission sometimes."
[13:32] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Hm.. *She ponders, grinning a little* ..no commission? *She tilts her head* Well, I suppose a happy customer is a returning customer. It might not be so bad to give out a freebie once in a while.
[13:32] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She nods sagely, "We insure first that businesses are able to stand on their own two feet before we consider taking comissions."
[13:33] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *Suddenly realizing something, she sips from the bottle again, frowning as she realizes that she has reached the bottom and setting the empty thing on the table*
[13:33] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "We also provide a forum for people to conduct business with legal security. I suppose trade is our third function," she continues, watching Endelyon carefully.
[13:34] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She nods slightly, simply remaining quiet and letting her go on about the details uninterrupted*
[13:34] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "I personally do not have most of my wealth hoarded somewhere, for example."
[13:35] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Makes sense..
[13:35] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "It is constantly moving - invested in trade routes. Silks, gems, that sort of thing. It is a practice in Amn we call mercantilism, and something I intend to bring to Baldur's Gate."
[13:35] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] We took a boat here from Athkatla.. Lovely city, I don't know how anyone finds their way through the Promenade.
[13:36] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She grins to Endelyon, "Glad to see I haven't scared you off yet then."
[13:36] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] So you're looking for.. what, exactly? *She smiles, bouncing her left leg on her knee some*
[13:37] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *A bit slyly* It almost sounds like you're offering me a job.
[13:38] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "It is amazing how no one has snatched you up yet, if I am honest," she grins. "I am offering more than a job, but . . . we'd have to see."
[13:39] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She nods* Go on..
[13:40] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Well, before I offer terms, let me ask you something. How familiar are you with business, aside from running a tavern?"
[13:41] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She shakes her head slightly* I used to take da's wine into Zazespurr on the wagon and sell it in the city, but..
[13:42] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] ..I suppose I don't know much about it, on a level as large as you're talking.
[13:42] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] I'm a fast learner, though. *Smiling again*
[13:43] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She returns the smile as she pauses in thought.
[13:43] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "What you don't know, you can indeed learn. I've never known anyone to take a job knowing exactly what they needed to do."
[13:44] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She looks at Endelyon's eyes measuringly for a few more lingering moments.
[13:44] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She doesn't shy away from her gaze*
[13:45] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *Eventually she would feel a bit awkward and begin to smile nervously, but her eyes remain fixed to the other woman's*
[13:45] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "I could start you on five thousand lion's worth of gold a month, paid in silks and gems, if you're interested."
[13:46] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Highsun is starting soon -- your first payment could come as early as tomorrow."
[13:46] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Five.. <I>thousand</i>?
[13:46] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She seems stunned*
[13:46] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] Cheryl tilts her head in curiosity.
[13:47] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] I.. *She starts to stammer some, before shaking her head and regaining her composure* ..I accept. *Seeming enthusiastic in response*
[13:48] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She smiles, "A bonus of course, will be added to whatever potential business you're able to bring in. We're apart of the Merchant's League as well, so I advise you to perhaps familiarize yourself with the members."
[13:49] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She nods slightly* Ah, yeah, me and Heather have been inside their building in the docks district..
[13:49] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] She had to exchange a trade voucher some woman gave her for some coin.. or something of that nature. *Grinning*
[13:50] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She smiles softly, "The League has declined in influence over the years, but I alongside a few other members intend to bring it back to prominence."
[13:51] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "If you ever find yourself with free time, perhaps see if you can talk with a Derivan Galivor? He's a half-elf, wears a lot of red."
[13:51] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] Cheryl glances down at her own tunic, and then looks up and give Endelyon a sheepish grin.
[13:52] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She nods slightly* Derivan Galivor.. he lives here in the city?
[13:52] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "He does," she nods. "Though, I only know him on a professional level, so I can't tell you where. Perhaps you'll run into him in the Merchant's League, should you find yourself in there again."
[13:53] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Ah. Well, I'll seek him out there soon. *She shifts on her stool some, considering some thought* So what is it I'm going to be doing for you, Miss Castillo?
[13:54] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "For now, I would prefer it if you found a more permanent address to which I can write to you. Here, let me give you your advance," she pulls out a bag from her within her coat.
[13:55] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She then stands, and offers it to Endelyon.
[13:55] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] It is filled with what feels to be gemstones.
[13:56] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She blinks, glancing to the bag and taking it, and opening the top, her eyes widening as she weighs it in her hand some before putting it away*
[13:56] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Th..thank you..
[13:56] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] Smirking briefly, "There is always opportunity to make more. I hope you take it."
[13:56] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] More.. permanent housing.. *She ponders some* ..any suggestions, on that front?
[13:57] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Actually, I think I know a property recently evicted. Would you like to come take a look?"
[13:57] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She nods, standing, and leaving a few coins on the table*
[13:58] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] I suppose so.
[13:58] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She nods, "This way then. It isn't far."
[13:58] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] I have a couple hours free, still. *She grins* Plenty of time.
[13:58] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Random question -- I don't suppose you are a practitioner of the Art?"
[13:59] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] What art is that?
[13:59] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She smiles to Endelyon before dismissing the subject with a new one, "This is it."
[14:00] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She glances up at the structure, pondering*
[14:00] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Oh, go on in. I don't think the Dukes will mind you browsing."

The two move inside the house together.

[14:01] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] It's...
[14:01] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] ...so big..
[14:01] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] Cheryl shuts the door gently behind her, and then gives Endelyon a smile as she stands by.
[14:01] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She pushes the curtain aside, eyeing the room within*
[14:02] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] This is lovely, but..
[14:02] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] This must cost a fortune!
[14:02] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] Smirking, "I doubt it'll cost you more than a fifth of what I'd just given you."
[14:03] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Ah.. only a rental, then?
[14:03] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She ponders* I'd say that'd be a lot more manageable.
[14:03] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She nods solemnly.
[14:03] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Who do I have to speak to about taking residence?
[14:04] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "One of the clerks in the Duchal Palace. I don't recall who -- just ask the person sitting at the desk."
[14:05] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She nods slightly* Alright.. *With a growing smile* Seems like luck was on my side when I ran into today.
[14:05] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Or when you ran into me.. however that worked.
[14:05] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She chuckles softly, "Well, I just hope my investment proves worthwhile. You'll consider this a home then?"
[14:06] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] It's a hell of a lot better than the inn room.. *She marvels still, even now, at its size* ..Heather is never going to believe this place is mine.
[14:06] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] I'd be a fool not to snatch it up while I can.
[14:07] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She nods once, slowly. "Alright. You can write to me addressed to the Merchant's League, or to the Sword Coast Commercial Exchange. Most couriers know where to go."
[14:07] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "Expect your contract tomorrow."
[14:07] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] "I'll provide more detailed instructions on tasks as they come up."
[14:08] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] *She smiles* Fair enough.
[14:08] [Endelyon] Endelyon: [Talk] Just let me know what you need, Miss Castillo. I'm your girl.
[14:09] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] She smiles, pleased. "Fortune be with you."
[14:09] [Lyrewyn] Cheryl Mae Castillo: [Talk] Cheryl then, just leaves.

Since we're clearly taking this thread over, Cheryl and Llywelyn's first meeting back in 2013:

Llywelyn Cadwaldr: The man stops, tilting his head back and looking up into the rain. His one eye squints.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Who's there?"
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "I'd be careful. There's bears here," she mentions, stepping out from behind him.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Turning at an angle, he looks the woman over from around his shoulder. His body follows his head, and a smirk tugs at his lips.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Oh, I hope so. I'm planning to sharpen this axe on a few of them tonight. Who are you?"
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "Cheryl, sir. May I ask, if you intend to kill these bears, do you have the ability to skin them?"
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: ". . ." He looks at the woman. Then he looks down at the massive axe he holds in his hand. Then he looks back at the woman.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "You mean, cleanly?"
Cheryl Mae Castillo: She pulls out a knife, "I'll be glad to accompany you. Their fur could sell for quite a bit, depending on the quality. We can split the profits?"
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He gives her an appraising once-over, then grins. "A woman with a sharp knife, and a sharp mind. I suppose I could use a few more coins to hold down my purse."
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "Excellent," she says, and sheaths her blade behind her backpack once again. "Glad to be of service mister . . . ?"
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "I am called Llywelyn Cadwaldr. Most folks find that a lot to wrap their tongues around, though; if you're one of them, you can call me Crow."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "And you, tabarifa? What do people call you? Just 'Cheryl'?"
Cheryl Mae Castillo: Giving a soft smile, "Just Cheryl, for now. If you must know my surname, it's Castillo."

The two of them playing with an adventurer, star date 2013 October 18:

Diamore Sanderasa: "Ye two jus been slaugtrin yer way through them orcses then? Waitin fer a mate o mine ta do much tha same."
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "Slaughter?" she seems aghast, and looks to Llywelyn to provide an answer.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Slaughtering? More like surviving. We're merely spice merchants, as my partner here says."
Diamore Sanderasa: eyes tha large axe "Right ye are then"
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Llywelyn nods somberly. Covered in blood. And spikey armor. With a massive axe in his hand.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Right."
Cheryl Mae Castillo: The relatively dusty Cheryl nods in agreement, "You can hardly get good saffron in the Cloakwoods. Just a terrible environment, really."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Too wet," he agrees, with a bit of a frowny twist of his lips. "It just doesn't grow well in such damp wood."
Diamore Sanderasa: "Aye, tha be yer problem then. Tha Cloakwoods be over the other way eh."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Well, we were heading there, actually. But not for saffron," he laughs, "a-ha-ha-ha-ha. Heavens no!"
Cheryl Mae Castillo: Cheryl nods, "You can never have enough parsley."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He anchors his massive axe against the grass and leans on it, as though it's a walking stick or a staff. "Ain't that the truth?"
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "Saffron is the chef's gold, parsley, the silver."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Preaching to the kitchen maid, M'Lady."
Diamore Sanderasa: just blinks "Sure. Its completely worth the whole.. people troin ta kill ye stuff."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Have you ever had a really, really good pot roast? With all the right spices? It's absolutely worth the risk to life and limb!"

Early relationship building (and horseback-riding!):

Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "In any case, I suppose we'd better carry on before the night grows any later. We've a lot of ground to cover tonight."
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "So we do. I hope you ride better than you roll."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He merely laughs at that, moving along to the horses.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Tell me, is that a new outfit?"
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "It is. How perceptive of you."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "I rather like it, very autumnal. Do you always dress to match the season?"
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "Not that I'm consciously aware of, no."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "You should," he determines.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "It could be your 'thing.'"
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "Mm. I suppose I could try to find something in white."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Well--" He's knocked off his horse, as two worg-riding goblins tackle him and the animal to the ground.
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "Well then. Two ambushes in one night. I don't suppose you've offended them somehow?"
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He rises, blasting the goblinoids and their allies with a barrage of missiles, then taking down the survivor with sword as Cheryl eliminates the other.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Finding his horse, he does his best to calm the animal while answering Cheryl with a lop-sided grin. "Well, we did go and kill their chief in that old mine a few days ago."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "You don't think that would have upset them, do you?"
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "I suppose that would do it. But we were trying to leave." She looks around with a frown, her horse gone.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: Llywelyn quietly regards a wound in his animal's flank, before bending down and touching a small, late-fruiting fall bush. "Trying to leave with all of their money, yes."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He mutters something low, and the entire bush withers, darkening, dying. He then moves his right hand to the wound, which seems to rapidly heal under his fingers.
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "And just what would goblins need with money?" Cheryl asks, observing Llyewlyn work as there is little else for her to do now.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Goblinkind have an economy, like any other sentient race," he explains, before releasing the horse and mounting it readily.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He holds a hand down to Cheryl. "In any case, it looks like you're four legs short. Care for a ride, M'lady?"
Cheryl Mae Castillo: Cheryl merely looks up at Llywelyn. As he offers a hand, the message he was trying to communicate was clearly sent and she takes his hand, and mounts up behind him. She wraps her arms around his torso.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He settles into the saddle with her slight frame behind his, shifting somewhat so that they both might be passingly comfortable. "Keep your eyes peeled for your mount as we go, though. The ostlers at Candlekeep will not be happy if we return one horse short," he grins. "I suppose we could always say we got hungry . . ."
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "Mm," she says in the positive.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "What is that?" He blinks, as the massive cat comes charging out of the underbrush.
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "A corpse," she replies, and readjusts her hood irritably.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: The horse dodges swiftly, bucking them both rather hard. Llywelyn puts the cat down with a sword thrust into its spine. "Well, now, yes."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: The one-eyed man frowns down at his ankle, where the chain was torn by the tiger's claw. He determines to leave it alone for now, content to visit the armorer later on. He continues their ride towards Beregost. "It begs the question, what next?"
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "At this rate, we will see Beregost under siege by a dragon," she says in her usual matter-of-fact tone.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "I hope your friend's not home, then . . ." he chuckles, shaking his head, as they begin descending the foothills towards Beregost.
Time passes . . .
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "It looks intact to me."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Indeed. . ." As they enter the town, Llyweln sheathes his sword and rides more slowly, almost quietly. The clop-clop-clop of the horse's hooves the only sound, aside from their breathing and the occasional peal of raucous laughter out of one of the gambling dens.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: He stops as they approach the town's southern boundaries. He looks back at Cheryl.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "You sure you want to continue? I can drop you off at home if you're growing weary of travel. It is quite late."
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "We can rest on the road. I want to see this surprise of yours."
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "If you say so, then," he grins, leaning back in his saddle to briefly and playfully squish her.
Cheryl Mae Castillo: She lets out a grunt of air in some shock, but makes no comment.
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "Are you typically a fan of surprises?"
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "Not as a general rule, why?"
Llywelyn Cadwaldr: "I tend to be full of them." He grins over his shoulder.
Cheryl Mae Castillo: "Then I suppose we will just have to make exceptions."

And so she did. And so she did.

At the beginning of the OSR meeting... so delightfully formal hehe....

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Sir John: *Secures the door and shoulders the Ceremonial Mace*

Lady Elvina: Sir John.. What is the duty of every Knight?

Sir John: To see that the Keep is well tyled, my good lady.

Lady Elvina: and is that duty Preformed?

Sir John: Yes it is my Good Lady

Lady Elvina: Sir John, are all present members of the Order?

Sir John: *shoulder palms the ceremonial mace, stows it neatly and Salutes* Yes my Good Lady.

Lady Elvina: Very good.. lets be seated.

Sir John: *Fist to the chest, palm out in salute* Yes, My Good Lady.

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*Melara Duskstar speaking to DM Bloodlust in his morbid appearance, he is helping modify a glitched suit of mithral chainmail.*

Melara:Why do you DMs always have to be so scary? Why can't you be something cute?

*Melara begins editing her armor, DM Bloodlust transforms into a bunny rabbit*

Melara:Aww so cute! *pets the bunny wabbit* Lil bunny Fufu hoppin.... *groans*

*Bloodlust transforms back into his morbid self*

Melara:Well, thanks for the help Bunnylust!

DM Bunnylust: God no. *vanishes*

Now Bloodlust is going to kill my whole family name.. Ohh well I guess it was worth it.

-Just be glad I forgot you have to hold shift + print screen to get screen shots or I would have had better quotes for this -

Dreme wrote:*Melara Duskstar speaking to DM Bloodlust in his morbid appearance, he is helping modify a glitched suit of mithral chainmail.*

Melara:Why do you DMs always have to be so scary? Why can't you be something cute?

*Melara begins editing her armor, DM Bloodlust transforms into a bunny rabbit*

Melara:Aww so cute! *pets the bunny wabbit* Lil bunny Fufu hoppin.... *groans*

*Bloodlust transforms back into his morbid self*

Melara:Well, thanks for the help Bunnylust!

DM Bunnylust: God no. *vanishes*

Now Bloodlust is going to kill my whole family name.. Ohh well I guess it was worth it.

-Just be glad I forgot you have to hold shift + print screen to get screen shots or I would have had better quotes for this -

Yeah, I expect that will be me soon lol

Shortly after the killing of a certain individual at a recent wedding...

Chambordin Baldinus, "Now the festivities have started!"
Chambordin Baldinus, "The say a good wedding is never memorable without at least three deaths..."