Thurfel's Serpent
Feastday, day 7 of the month Jastatos in the year 5100

[Thurfel's Island]
A slate-tiled path leads to a small keep that has been constructed entirely of garishly colored stones. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to this structure, only madness. The only visible entrance to this small castle is through a pink coral portcullis.
Also in the room: Arimantis, Lord Tierus, Lord Sabitor
Obvious exits: east, west.

Sabitor groans.

The sand begins to churn and boil.

Sabitor mumbles something that you don't quite catch.

Iansen asks, "What the?"

Sabitor says, "Tierus, stop the tricks."

A small dust devil begins to form, the wind swirling madly.

Tierus kneels down and begins to recite prayers.

Sabitor glares at Tierus.

Tierus stands up.

Tierus says, "These donnae be my tricks."

Sabitor exclaims, "Now is not the time to show off your skills!"

Iansen asks, "Did you...?"

Sabitor scowls.

Iansen peers quizzically at Tierus.

Arimantis glances at Tierus.

Arimantis gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

(Tierus glances down at the dust devil before him.)

Tierus says, "Mas'er Thurfel... ah 'ave come."

Sabitor scowls at Tierus.

Arimantis rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Sand blasts in all directions.

Tierus says, "Ah beg audience wi' thee, oh grand an' mighty Firemage."

Arimantis blinks.

Sabitor blinks.

Sabitor begins to twitch.

The sand subsides, leaving Thurfel in its place.

Tierus bows to Thurfel.

Sabitor splutters.

Thurfel says, "and you shall have it"

Tierus says, "G'deventide, Mas'er."

Sabitor says, "Good evening."

Sabitor bows to Thurfel.

Thurfel says, "A good evening to you as well"

Arimantis nods to Thurfel in greeting.

Thurfel bows to Sabitor.

Thurfel bows to Arimantis.

Iansen frowns.

(Tierus warily replaces his shield.)

Thurfel asks, "I believe we had an interview?"

Sabitor appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Tierus says, "Aye, Mas'er. Ah b'lieve so."

Thurfel asks, "and ye have the time?"

Tierus says, "Me apologies, fer keepin' ye waitin' fer so verrah long."

Tierus nods to Thurfel.

Tierus says, "Aye, ah 'ave tha time, if ye do."

Thurfel nods to Tierus.

Sabitor wipes the sweat from his brow.

Sabitor says, "Wonderful. The final interview is finally underway."

The sand beneath begins to ripple, and Thurfel and Tierus begin to sink downward.

Iansen says, "Much to your excitement... or dismay..."

Arimantis says, "Still needs to talk to Artha again I thnk"

Iansen nods to Sabitor.

Tierus shudders.

Arimantis rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Sabitor says, "Good luck, Tierus."

(Tierus glances around, obscured by the sand swallowing him. He begins breaking a sweat.)

Tierus shudders.

Tierus vanishes into the sand.

***This is where Iscikella actually arrived on the scene***

Iansen says, "Gods, I wish I could get in there..."

Iansen sighs.

Arimantis smiles at you.

Arimantis says, "He jus took Tierus in, finally"

Sabitor nods to you in greeting.

You nod to Arimantis in greeting.

You nod to Iansen in greeting.

Iansen nods to you.

You nod to Sabitor in greeting.

You ask, "How are ye all this eve?"

Iansen says, "Better."

Iansen nods to you.

Arimantis says, "Just woke up, not sure yet"

Arimantis gazes heavenward.

Iansen leans against a pink coral portcullis.

Sabitor says, "I notice you had no smart comments to make when he was standing in front of you, Iansen."

Sabitor smirks.

Iansen says, "I didn't have the chance to make one."

Sabitor waves a hand at Iansen, dismissing him indifferently.

You chuckle.

Iansen asks, "You think I can just think one up at the spur of the moment?"

Arimantis says, "Was too busy gettin the sand out his eyes"

You shift your weight.

Arimantis nods.

You lean against a pink coral portcullis.

Sabitor smirks.

You remove an elegant lace fan from in your spidersilk skirt.

You wave your elegant lace fan gracefully, sending out a cooling breeze.

Sabitor appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Arimantis rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Aranrhod just arrived.

(Iansen examines the portcullis, looking to see if there is a weak spot that he could break in with.)

Arimantis smiles at Aranrhod.

Aranrhod glances at a pink coral portcullis.

Iansen knocks on a pink coral portcullis.

You say, "Rather warm night down here."

Aranrhod says, "Evening"

You say, "Change in temperature from above always amazes me."

Sabitor smirks.

You smile at Aranrhod.

You say, "Evening, Aranrhod."

Aranrhod smiles.

Aranrhod searches around for a moment.

(Iansen mutters something quietly that sounds like, "I've been down here too much this evening...")

Arimantis fidgets.

Sabitor smirks.

Iansen just tried to kick the portcullis!

Arimantis removes a glob of lint-covered chocolate chip cookie dough from in his baker's satchel.

Aranrhod leans on Arimantis.

Arimantis idly picks at a glob of lint-covered chocolate chip cookie dough.

Arimantis leans on Aranrhod.

(Sabitor kicks at a clump of sand, sending the tiny particles flying in Iansen's direction.)

Sabitor snickers.

Arimantis glances at Sabitor.

Iansen glances at Sabitor.

Iansen tightens his grip on his blue eonake longsword and glances over at Sabitor.

Sabitor waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.

Arimantis says, "I would think you have better things to worry bout at the moment"

Arimantis glances at Sabitor.

Sabitor asks, "Such as?"

(Iansen bashes the portcullis with the hilt of his longsword.)

Sabitor says, "Stop that."

Sabitor glares at Iansen.

Iansen waves a hand at Sabitor, dismissing him indifferently.

Arimantis says, "Well.. shouldn't be long now."

Arimantis glances at Sabitor.

Sabitor glances at Arimantis.

Sabitor says, "That is true."

Arimantis asks, "Gettin nervous?"

Arimantis appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Sabitor says, "Not particularly."

Iansen looked like he was about ready to punch the portcullis.

(Iscikella braces herself from the reverberations.)

Lady Witcheaven just arrived.

Sabitor nods to Witcheaven in greeting.

Sabitor says, "Good evening."

Witcheaven nods to Sabitor in greeting.

You say, "Ah, Iansen, I'm leaning on this door right now."

Witcheaven says, "Evening."

Arimantis nods to Witcheaven.

Witcheaven leans on her falchion.

(Iscikella nods shortly to Witcheaven.)

Iansen says, "Might not be a good place to lean on when I break the thing..."

Iansen frowns.

Witcheaven smiles at you.

Witcheaven begins to do her best to mend her wounded leg.

Iansen says, "You'll end up going down with it..."

Several guardians shout down from the walls, "Go away, your bothering us." They hesistate for a moment, and you hear a bit softer, "Isn't that her? Should we tell him she's here?"

You cock your head at Witcheaven.

Quite diligently, Arimantis rolls his cookie dough into a perfectly round ball.

You ask, "Want that seen to?"

Sabitor glances at you.

Witcheaven chuckles.

Sabitor grins wryly.

Arimantis chuckles.

Aranrhod blinks.

(Witcheaven gazes upwards.)

Arimantis leans on you.

Iansen yells, "She ain't the one wantin in!"

Witcheaven says, "I'd tell him if it were me."

You say, "I don't want anybody dying at my feet."

Iansen says, "No one is gonna die..."

Witcheaven says, "They might die if they don't tell.."

Iansen looks over at you and shakes his head.

You cock your head at Witcheaven.

Witcheaven clears her throat.

You whisper quietly to Witcheaven, "Want the wound seen to? I don't like blood in the sand."

Curiously, Arimantis pokes his finger deep into his cookie dough, leaving a big hole in the thing.

Witcheaven says, "Nice.. pink.. portcullis."

A voice booms out from above, "Please wait while I let our master know you are present milady."

Witcheaven whispers, "If you wish, I wouldn't mind."

Sabitor glances at you.

Sabitor chuckles.

Witcheaven chuckles.

You meditate over Witcheaven.
Witcheaven's left leg damage is transferred to you.

Arimantis appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Aranrhod raises an eyebrow.

Witcheaven says, "Thank you."

Arimantis asks, "Fixin yer self up?"

Iansen says, "Ah, so she gets to go in and we don't..."

You say, "Don't like to see blood spurting."

Iansen frowns.

You say, "Just the bleeder."

Arimantis chuckles.

Witcheaven says, "It must be an empath thing.."

You say, "I will not be responsible for someone dying."

Arimantis put a glob of lint-covered chocolate chip cookie dough in his baker's satchel.

Sabitor moves to stand behind you.

Witcheaven asks, "Are you still playing with that?"

Witcheaven squints at Arimantis.

Sabitor says, "Those guardians will have to go through Iscikella to get to me."

Sabitor raises his fist defiantly.

Sabitor smirks.

Arimantis says, "Helps me think"

Arimantis nods to Witcheaven.

Witcheaven furrows her brow.

(Iscikella gazes over her shoulder at Sabitor.)

Arimantis glances at Sabitor.

Witcheaven asks, "Have you made an enemy all ready?"

Aranrhod rubs her chin thoughtfully.

Witcheaven squints at Sabitor.

Iansen stares at a pink coral portcullis.

Sabitor shrugs.

You wave your elegant lace fan gracefully, sending out a cooling breeze.

Sabitor scowls.

Witcheaven asks, "I take it Tierus is in there?"

Sabitor says, "He is."

Witcheaven points at a pink coral portcullis.

Arimantis says, "Thought you were hopin for good news from him.."

Sabitor says, "He disappeared... through the sand."

Sabitor waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.

You say, "He is under the sand."

Arimantis begins chuckling at Sabitor.

Witcheaven says, "About time."

You say, "Whether in there, we don't know."

(Iansen tries to look through the portcullis, hoping he can see some activity behind it.)

You say, "Likely was sucked into the cabana."

Aranrhod asks, "Under the sand?"

Iansen stands in front of a pink coral portcullis.

Arimantis nods to Aranrhod.

Aranrhod blinks.

Sabitor says, "Under the sand."

You nod.

Sabitor nods.

Iansen squints.

Arimantis says, "Sucked right in"

Aranrhod frowns.

Sabitor says, "He and Master Thurfel... shwoop. Right in."

You say, "Thurfel took him down that way."

Witcheaven says, "What do you expect? The keep belongs to a mage.."

Iansen says, "Wizards..."

Iansen exclaims, "Bah!"

Iansen waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.

Witcheaven says, "A sorcerer would simply create a cunning illusion."

Witcheaven says, "Mages have to do things the hard way."

Sabitor begins chuckling at Witcheaven.

Iansen gestures.

Iansen says, "Or blast a hole in the damned wall..."

Sabitor glances at Iansen.

Witcheaven rubs her chin thoughtfully.

Sabitor scoffs.

Witcheaven says, "Well, yes. That's an option as well."

Witcheaven says, "The direct approach."

You say, "Thurfel likes physical magic as I have seen."

Iansen says, "Direct is always best."

You say, "don't think he is partial to illusion."

Arimantis says, "Thurfel likes to show off.."

Witcheaven says, "A rogue wouldn't agree with that Iansen."

You say, "And doesn't think much of sorcerors and demons either."

Sabitor smirks.

You smirk.

Witcheaven says, "I don't think much of demons myself."

You say, "Said they were "foolish" to try and summon what they could create."

Aranrhod fidgets.

Sabitor appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Witcheaven raises an eyebrow.

Arimantis removes a glob of lint-covered chocolate chip cookie dough from in his baker's satchel.

Witcheaven says, "We can control our creations."

Witcheaven clears her throat.

Sabitor leans against a pink coral portcullis.

Quite diligently, Arimantis rolls his cookie dough into a perfectly round ball.

Iansen leans on his longsword.

Iansen glances at a pink coral portcullis.

Arimantis says, "Not always it seems.."

Witcheaven mumbles something that you don't quite catch.

Witcheaven says, "Some are a bit ignorant when summoning, that's true."

Witcheaven says, "But only when summoning for the wrong reasons."

Sabitor sighs.

Sabitor says, "I believe we may have to wait longer, to know who has the apprenticeship."

Arimantis says, "Speakin of such things.. um wonder where that creature is tonight"

Aranrhod glances at Arimantis.

Iansen says, "Hmm... trogre..."

Iansen frowns.

Arimantis gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

Sabitor glances at Iansen.

Iansen says, "That could be a bit of a problem if it showed up now..."

You cock your head at Sabitor.

Sabitor says, "Right! That trogre roams the island."

Iansen shudders.

Sabitor removes an onyx-hilted warped rolaren falchion from in his dark ora sheath.

Sabitor slings a vaalorn-edged eahnor tower shield off from over his shoulder.

You ask, "Fidgety, Sabitor?"

Sabitor scowls.

You whistle tunelessly to yourself, remembering days past.

You wave your elegant lace fan gracefully, sending out a cooling breeze.

Arimantis fidgets.

Quite diligently, Arimantis rolls his cookie dough into a perfectly round ball.

Witcheaven says, "I'd be suprised if he wasn't. The mention makes me nervous."

Sabitor says, "He won't be able to simply decide, not after speaking with Tierus. Not so soon."

You say, "Ye never know."

Witcheaven says, "He's had time to ponder."

Aranrhod says, "Yes he has..."

You nod to Aranrhod.

Arimantis says, "He probably has a favorite of the rest.. just has to compaire that one to Tierus now"

Iansen says, "I want to know why Artha was chosen over Armaxis..."

Iansen smirks.

Iansen snickers.

You say, "That would make sense, Arimantis."

You nod to Arimantis.

Witcheaven says, "Easier to manipulate."

Witcheaven examines her fingernails.

Witcheaven says, "Just an observation."

Arimantis says, "Because Thurfel sees Armaxis as more than an apprentice"

Arimantis nods to Iansen.

Sabitor mumbles something that you don't quite catch.

You nod to Arimantis.

Iansen says, "True..."

You say, "So he said... apparently."

Witcheaven says, "Not that I think you five are easy to manipulate.."

Witcheaven coughs.

Witcheaven glances at Sabitor.

Arimantis begins chuckling at Witcheaven.

Iansen rolls his eyes.

Witcheaven says, "You and Nevrek hardly are."

Sabitor glances at Witcheaven.

Sabitor smirks.

You say, "He has said the apprentice will be just an errand boy, Sabitor."

You chuckle.

You wave your elegant lace fan gracefully, sending out a cooling breeze.

Iansen knocks on a pink coral portcullis.

Witcheaven says, "Not to mention Tierus is a bit headstrong."

Sabitor scowls at you.

Iansen says, "Head-weak is more like it..."

You glance at Iansen.

Iansen mutters something about Terror.

Sabitor clears his throat.

Aranrhod sighs.

You say, "I wouldn't get him angry, Iansen."

Arimantis gazes in wonder at his surroundings.

Iansen leans against a pink coral portcullis.

You cock your head at Sabitor.

Sabitor removes a dark maoral Tonis figurine from in his merchant's pack.

Sabitor places his hand on his Tonis figurine.

You say, "Ye are antsy, aren't ye, Sabitor."

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Arimantis says, "Im really hopin that critter isn't about."

You clasp a hand over your mouth.

Sabitor scowls at you.

Arimantis asks, "Um.. no one saw any teeth about, did they?"

You wave your elegant lace fan gracefully, sending out a cooling breeze.

You look at Arimantis and shake your head.

Sabitor bites his lip.

Aranrhod shifts her weight.

(Sabitor licks his dry lips.)

Sabitor put a dark maoral Tonis figurine in his merchant's pack.

Lord Tierus just arrived.

Tierus bows.

Sabitor mutters under his breath.

Tierus says, "'Tis done."

Witcheaven glances at Tierus.

Iansen asks, "Well?"

You ask, "All done?"

Arimantis rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Aranrhod glances at Tierus.

Sabitor says, "And... that is that."

Arimantis says, "That was fast"

Iansen says, "That was quick..."

Iansen frowns.

Tierus says, "Aye, M'lady. M'lord Thurfel only wishes tae speak tae Artha, now."

Witcheaven raises an eyebrow.

Sabitor nods.

Sabitor asks, "Artha?"

Sabitor begins to twitch.

Tierus nods.

You say, "I doubt he will find him."

Witcheaven says, "Makes sense, they were interrupted."

Tierus says, "Artha's kept 'im waitin', ah b'lieve."

Sabitor says, "I think Artha has left town, thinking he'd have no chance."

Sabitor stifles a yawn.

You say, "He never finished his interview with Artha."

Arimantis says, "Artha went back to the landin"

Sabitor nods to Arimantis.

Sabitor says, "I think he did."

Iansen says, "As long as he isn't here..."

(Tierus bites his lip.)

You say, "The beetle interrupted it."

You look at Sabitor and shake your head.

Arimantis says, "Course.. this is where he lives"

You say, "Thurfel said he had not."

Arimantis rolls his eyes.

Tierus asks, "Then p'raps we ought tae tell M'lord Thurfel tha' Artha donnae be 'round?"

Sabitor glances at you.

Sabitor scowls.

You say, "He said that long time ago."

Sabitor asks, "Why am I forever kept waiting?"

Sabitor mutters something about Artha.

Arimantis says, "Cause you are fun to torture"

Arimantis nods to Sabitor.

You say, "Patience is a virtue, ye know."

Sabitor scowls.

Witcheaven says, "Patience, Sabitor."

You wave your elegant lace fan gracefully, sending out a cooling breeze.

Sabitor exclaims, "That virtue... Is one I have not much of!"

Sabitor scowls.

Witcheaven says, "Try."

You ask, "How went yer interview, Tierus?"

Tierus says, "Amongst others."

You cock your head at Tierus.

Tierus nods to Sabitor.

Tierus turns to face you.

Tierus says, "'twent well, ah b'lieve."

Sabitor glares at Tierus.

Tierus says, "'twas acsh'lly much less... confusticatin' than Rills' interview wif me."

Tierus says, "M'lord Thurfel truly does 'ave a silvered tongue."

Tierus nods.

A tiny dark sand snake slithers across the sand, barely visible.

Arimantis cringes.

Witcheaven chuckles.

Aranrhod blinks.

(Iansen glances at something out of the corner of his eye.)

Sabitor scowls.

Iscikella smiles softly at Tierus.

Arimantis asks, "Sand snake?"

You say, "Indeed."

(Tierus glances down at the snake.)

Arimantis paces back and forth.

Tierus says, "We've those in Ta'Faendryl."

Witcheaven says, "Well, it is sand."

Tierus shudders.

Sabitor says, "There are so many vile reptiles and crawly creatures that roam this island."

Quite diligently, Arimantis rolls his cookie dough into a perfectly round ball.

You hear a soft serpentine voice, "May I have your company this eve?"

Witcheaven says, "It makes sense considering the atmosphere. Twould be a good permanent addition too."

You nod.

The snake slithers about the feet of Iscikella.

Sabitor glances at you.

Witcheaven chuckles.

Aranrhod raises an eyebrow.

Sabitor appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Witcheaven says, "Of course, I think this one is special."

Sabitor says, "Perhaps it's a messenger, Iscikella."

Witcheaven laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

(Iscikella glances down at the sand snake.)

Witcheaven nods to Sabitor.

Tierus says, "Aye, 'tpro'lly is."

Arimantis fidgets.

(Iansen mutters something that sounds like, "Stomp it...")

Tierus shudders.

Iansen frowns.

You say, "Indeed, Lord Thurfel, if ye wish it, ye may."

Tierus glances at Iansen.

Sabitor glares at Iansen.

Tierus says, "Ye mus'nae."

Sabitor glances at you.

(Witcheaven glances sharply at Iansen.)

The snake begins to wind its way about Iscikella's leg, coiling completely about it, growing in size as it does.

Arimantis glances at you.

Tierus shudders.

Sabitor blinks.

Sabitor glances at you and cringes.

Arimantis coughs.

Shonison blinks.

Aranrhod just tried to pull you towards her!

Tierus asks, "M'lady? Are ye awright?"

Arimantis rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Arimantis glances at you.

Aranrhod blinks at you.

Witcheaven smiles slowly.

You blink.

Sabitor says, "She's fine."

Witcheaven says, "I've decided. I like this mage."

(Tierus glances in terror at the sand snake curling about Iscikella's leg.)

Witcheaven chuckles.

You say, "Quite a large snake..."

You blink.

Witcheaven nods to you.

Shonison asks, "what did you agree to?"

Sabitor says, "Master Thurfel would not have his creatures harm Iscikella."

Sabitor scowls.

Arimantis says, "Seems to be growin"

Witcheaven says, "I don't believe he'll harm you."

Arimantis glances at you.

Sabitor nods to Witcheaven.

The snake continues to grow in size, beginning to completly envelop her, her form almost completely obscured by the now monstrous serpent.

Sabitor says, "Goodbye."

Sabitor waves to you.

Aranrhod gasps.

Tierus shudders.

Arimantis fidgets.

Arimantis glances at you.

Witcheaven says, "Enjoy the keep m'lady.."

(Shonison backs away slowly)

Sabitor says, "We will see you soon."

Sabitor winks at you.

(Tierus seems to visibly struggle with confusion about Iscikella.)

Iansen says, "It's... a damn... snake..."

Witcheaven chuckles.

(Iscikella tries to stay calm within the coils of the snake.)

Tierus says, "Shoul' ah..."

Aranrhod asks, "Isickella?"

Sabitor says, "A snake that is larger than you."

Tierus says, "If 'tbe Mas'er Thurfel, ah mus'nae..."

Sabitor scoffs at Iansen.

Arimantis asks, "You can breath alright?"

Arimantis peers quizzically at you.

You say, "I'm not frightened, Aranrhod."

Tierus says, "Bu'... if 'tbe a beast..."

Quite diligently, Arimantis rolls his cookie dough into a perfectly round ball.

Witcheaven says, "Easy Tierus, she'll be fine."

Tierus sways back and forth.

Iansen exclaims, "It's larger than you are too!"

You nod to Arimantis.

Iansen nods to Sabitor.

Tierus glances at Witcheaven.

Sabitor shrugs.

(Aranrhod nods slowly)

Aranrhod looks rather confused.

Sabitor says, "I'm not afraid of it."

Sabitor smirks.

You say, "Lead on, Lord Thurfel."

Witcheaven says, "Look at this logically. If he wanted to harm her, he'd have done so before now."

(Tierus moves toward the snake, but obviously thinks better of it.)

Tierus sighs defeatedly.

Tierus nods to Witcheaven.

Tierus says, "Ye, 'smuch as 'tpains me tae admit it..."

Tierus says, "Are c'rrect."

Iansen sighs.

Sabitor says, "Enjoy your time with Master Thurfel."

Sabitor nods to you.

Witcheaven grins.

Iscikella is no longer visible, only the serpent can be seen now.

Tierus shudders.

Sabitor asks, "Are you still in there?"

Tierus says, "Oh, 'ow hideous."

Sabitor laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Arimantis says, "Don do anytin I wouldn't do"

Arimantis coughs.

Aranrhod rubs her eyes.

Tierus says, "Iscikella, M'lady... jus' scream if ye need aid."

Witcheaven begins chuckling at Arimantis.

Iansen tightens his grip on his blue eonake longsword.

You feel yourself being pulled away...

[Thurfel's Keep]
The view from this vantage point is quite spectacular, allowing an unimpeded line of sight to both the island and the underground sea surrounding it. Several tiny specks far off on the lake show that this is not the only island hiding in this massive underground cavern.
Also here: Lord Thurfel
Obvious paths: east, west.

You curtsy to Thurfel.

You say, "Was quite a large snake."

Thurfel says, "a good evening to you milady"

You say, "And to ye, m'lord."

Thurfel says, "I am just putting the finishing touches upon the keep, or shall I say, my staff is."

You say, "The view is lovely."

(Iscikella points out toward the horizon.)

Thurfel says, "While it would be embarrassing of me to show you about my house this eve, I would like to know if you'd like a tour of it when it has been completed."

Thurfel nods to you.

You say, "That would be most kindly thought of, m'lord."

You curtsy to Thurfel.

Thurfel says, "excellent, you shall be the first."

You say, "Ye have a certain sense of style all ye own."

You nod to Thurfel.

Thurfel bows slightly.

You say, "The sea fascinates ye, so it seems."

Thurfel says, "thank you, tis much appreciated."

Thurfel says, "Indeed, that it does."

You ask, "Have ye sailed the great seas?"

You cock your head at Thurfel.

Thurfel says, "I believe there to be much within the sea we know little of."

Thurfel says, "hardly"

Thurfel says, "a seafarer I'm not."

Thurfel says, "but the depths interest me greatly."

You say, "Ah..."

You say, "I suspect we do know little of what lies in the deep."

You say, "Many odd creatures I suspect."

Thurfel says, "there is likely an entire world down"

Thurfel nods.

You say, "And hidden cities, long lost to time."

You nod to Thurfel.

Thurfel says, "your thoughts mirror mine milady"

You ask, "Ye think such cities will ever transversed, m'lord?"

You ask, "By mortal feet?"

You wave your elegant lace fan gracefully, sending out a cooling breeze.

Thurfel says, "well, I don't know, tis of course impossible to travel underwater, and if there are indeed anything beneath..."

Thurfel says, "they may not take kindly to visitors"

Thurfel says, "I suspect magic would falter"

You sigh.

You say, "Likely true."

Thurfel says, "and we would be at a great disadvantage should they not wish guests."

You say, "I have a romantic's imagination, I suppose."

You grin sheepishly.

Thurfel says, "One can hardly wander about the seas with a bowl on their head."

Thurfel chuckles.

You chuckle at Thurfel.

You say, "True enough"

You flash a wide grin.

Thurfel says, "I have not journeyed to town in some time, I have been a bit busy.."

Thurfel asks, "is there any news I should know of?"

You say, "News? Nae really. Ye have created an interest in several from the landing ye know."

Thurfel asks, "other than that witch Nanna?"

You nod to Thurfel.

You say, "Much more... scholarly interest."

Thurfel says, "ah"

You say, "From Lord Gowain."

You say, "And Sir Thuunk."

You say, "And a Lord Daergard."

Thurfel says, "I am always welcome to share mystical knowledge"

You say, "They all came to speak with me a few nights ago."

Thurfel says, "with luck, if I can indeed pull together a -- I believe the folks are calling it a fair..."

Thurfel says, "I believe I prefer retreat"

You say, "Thuunk was wondering if ye knew anything of the gnolls."

Thurfel says, "to perhaps share secrets and such"

Thurfel asks, "gnolls?"

Thurfel asks, "the brutish oversized dwarven beasts?"

You say, "He has heard some secret of a great mage changing their culture."

You nod to Thurfel.

You say, "I knew nothing of the tale and told him so."

Thurfel says, "any of the beasts are better off disorganized and in chaos..."

Thurfel says, "should that change.."

Thurfel says, "it will not be a good thing"

You say, "But I know he would like to speak with ye in any case."

Thurfel nods.

You say, "I will advise him to come to the fair, if he is so able."

You nod to Thurfel.

You ask, "Is that advisable to tell him?"

Thurfel says, "I would be more than willing to converse with him"

You smile at Thurfel.

Thurfel says, "Incidentally..."

You cock your head at Thurfel.

Thurfel says, "it would appear that turncoat and thief Halfberry had some family"

You ask, "He did?"

You blink at Thurfel.

Thurfel says, "while the staff cleaned his room.."

Thurfel says, "they found a journal."

Thurfel says, "there were notes about kin and such"

Thurfel says, "vague"

You say, "Ah..."

Thurfel says, "but clear enough to make me believe he may indeed have some blood"

Thurfel says, "He never spoke to me of any family..."

Thurfel says, "so they were not likely close"

You nod to Thurfel.

Thurfel says, "but family is family"

You say, "Very true."

You say, "Blood is thicker than water, as the saying goes."

You grin wryly.

Thurfel says, "and I'm sure they would hardly take into account that he stole from me, turned on me and wished me dead."

Thurfel says, "Of course.."

Thurfel says, "they might care less for all I know"

Thurfel says, "or may not even exist"

Thurfel says, "I just found it interesting"

You ask, "Did the journal give any clue as to their whereabouts?"

Thurfel shakes his head.

Thurfel asks, "How is your husband, speaking of family?"

You sigh heavily.

You say, "He is "wilding" in the woods currently. He does so every so often."

You say, "My husband was raised... oddly, I'm afraid."

Thurfel asks, "wilding?"

You say, "My husband was raised by beasts in the wilderness, m'lord."

Thurfel chuckles.

Thurfel says, "well..."

You say, "Every so often he feels a need to return to the wilds."

Thurfel says, "that would explain why he treats you so"

You blush a delicate shade of pink.

Thurfel asks, "and you tolerate this?"

A cheerful giantman brushes past you as he hurriedly ambles off in the direction of Silverwood Manor, muttering something about swapping an old bent fork he found for some new jewelry for his mum. "I gots ten minutes before they begin Swap Shop! I wanna be there!"

(Iscikella glances at the giant.)

You say, "Odd fellow."

You chuckle.

Thurfel says, "and clearly my staff is doing a poor job of keeping the riff raff out."

You say, "My husband, as I tried to explain, m'lord, gave me... a certain sense of myself."

You say, "I hadn't had before."

You say, "So I accept many of his... peculiarities."

You say, "But sometimes are difficult to... handle well."

Iscikella smiles timidly.

Thurfel says, "well, far be it for me to tell you how to live your life, but you deserve so much more milady."

You smile at Thurfel.

You say, "And is very nice to be considered worthy of so much graciousness."

You say, "Is a very... different thing for me."

Thurfel says, "Once I have finished polishing every last bannister, I shall send a servent or such to you"

You grin at Thurfel.

You say, "I would truly appreciate the tour."

Thurfel says, "and I would be gladdened if you would be with me to open the keep, perhaps your presence will keep things peaceful."

You blush a delicate shade of pink.

You say, "I am honored."

Thurfel says, "excellent"

You say, "I have never been asked to be a hostess at so grand a function."

Thurfel smiles.

You say, "I hope I am up to the task."

Thurfel says, "I am sure you are more than up to the task milady."

Thurfel says, "I must go attend to some chores..."

You ask, "Tell me, m'lord, has the trogre caused more trouble for ye and yer staff of late?"

You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.

Thurfel says, "it has vanished for the moment"

Thurfel says, "although I'd feel more comfortable if I knew where it was."

You say, "Well, m'lord, the oddest thing..."

You say, "The other night in the temple..."

You say, "...several of us were there..."

You say, "...and this yellowed canine tooth appeared from nowhere..."

You say, "Now a breeze had been blowing through the temple."

You say, "Which may have blown it in."

You say, "But I have never seen the like."

You ask, "Yer trogre does not have such teeth, I pray?"

You cock your head at Thurfel.

Thurfel says, "I can assure you, I have been quite busy here. You would not mistake the Granhke for a dog, nor are its teeth even remotely similar."

You nod to Thurfel.

You say, "That is good to know."

You ask, "And the proper name is Granhke?"

Thurfel says, "that is what I have named it for now"

Thurfel says, "seems fitting"

You nod to Thurfel.

Thurfel says, "although I do need to create something gold as well"

You chuckle at Thurfel.

Thurfel says, "promised some chap that was wandering about my island"

You say, "Funny ye should say that."

You say, "Other night Aeolis -- the fellow who spoke to ye of that --"

You say, "Well, he officiated at my unpoisoining ritual, and he went to wander the island afterward to see if anything gold was about."

You chuckle.

Thurfel grins.

Thurfel says, "I have not created anything as of yet.."

You nod to Thurfel.

Thurfel says, "but I am a man of my word"

You say, "I am sure ye are very busy."

Thurfel says, "so I shall create something for the fellow..."

Thurfel says, "I do hope he isn't the first victim of one though"

You say, "I think he would be... tickled."

Thurfel grins.

You say, "Well, not to be its first victim, of course."

You cough.

Thurfel nods.

Thurfel says, "Its been awhile since I created anything cute and friendly"

Thurfel chuckles.

You say, "But is like... something saying yer name, even though wouldn't be his creation per se."

You nod to Thurfel.

You say, "I know he would be most pleased just to see the creature."

Thurfel says, "mayhaps..."

You say, "Whatever it is."

Thurfel says, "I could create something to simply keep the keeps' floors clean"

Thurfel says, "harmless"

Thurfel says, "but useful"

You nod to Thurfel.

You say, "Always a need for the useful creatures."

You flash a wide grin.

Thurfel nods.

You ask, "Will the fair and the opening of the keep coincide, m'lord?"

Thurfel shakes his head.

You nod to Thurfel.

You say, "Most wise."

You say, "Too much festivity all at once makes folks... overexcited."

You cough.

Thurfel says, "if my keep is stormed and attacked..."

Thurfel says, "a fair would be foolishness"

You say, "Very true."

You ask, "And have ye decided if the fair is to be a magic fair?"

You cock your head at Thurfel.

Thurfel says, "that it would be for sure"

You say, "Trentas seems most efficient at organization."

Thurfel says, "aye, an excellent organizer"

You say, "I'm sure he will make interesting to wander through and enjoy."

Thurfel nods.

Thurfel says, "well, I must be off milady, allow me to gently put you back in safety"

You nod to Thurfel.

You curtsy to Thurfel.

You say, "Most kindly thought of, m'lord."

Thurfel asks, "could I be so bold as to hug you milady?"

(Iscikella nods timidly.)

Thurfel just kissed you on the hand.

Thurfel hugs you.

Thurfel says, "A very good eve to you milady"

You say, "Pleasant dreams to ye."

Thurfel smiles.

Iscikella smiles softly.

Thurfel taps his staff upon the floor and then motions it just over your head.

You feel yourself being pulled away...

[Thurfel's Island]
A slate-tiled path leads to a small keep that has been constructed entirely of garishly colored stones. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to this structure, only madness. The only visible entrance to this small castle is through a pink coral portcullis.
Also in the room: Lord Nevrek, Lady Maelani, Lord Shonison, Lady Witcheaven, Lord Sabitor, Arimantis, Lord Tierus, Iansen, Lady Kleyn, Aranrhod
Obvious exits: east, west.

Sabitor glances at you.

Someone hisses in the shadows.

You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.

Witcheaven smiles at you.

Maelani nods to you in greeting.

Arimantis smiles at you.

Iansen asks, "Still have your kidneys?"

Sabitor says, "Good of you to join us again, Isci."

Iansen peers quizzically at you.

You say, "That was most... intriguing."

Sabitor smiles quietly to himself.

Shonison asks, "have dinner again?"

Maelani grins at Shonison.

You shake your head.

You say, "Enjoyed the view from the lookout."

Sabitor furrows his brow.

You say, "There are other islands on this lake."

You say, "Several."

Arimantis peers quizzically at you.

Sabitor glances at you.

Sabitor says, "Is that so."

Sabitor says, "How interesting."

Nevrek begins to twitch.

You nod to Sabitor.

Sabitor rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Maelani raises an eyebrow.

Tierus shudders.

Aranrhod asks, "Inhabited?"

Aranrhod peers quizzically at you.

Shonison asks, "islands of interest, or just rocks?"

Tierus sighs softly.

Nevrek asks, "Tierus, vere you efer interfiewed?"

You say, "I don't know. Can be seen from the lookout..."

You say, "Islands."

Tierus nods to Nevrek.

Tierus says, "Aye, Nevrek."

Tierus sighs softly.

You say, "And Thurfel spoke of the sea... and under the sea."

Sabitor glances at you.

Witcheaven says, "He wants to speak with Artha again."

You say, "He has a fascination with under the sea."

Witcheaven glances at Nevrek.

Tierus says, "Ah wis goin' ta ask ye if ye coul' pry any inf'mation on daemonology frem Thurfel... bu' ye left too quickly."

Shonison chuckles.

Tierus nods to you.

Maelani gazes heavenward.

You say, "Says is a whole world to itself."

Tierus snaps his fingers.

Nevrek says, "Hm."

Sabitor glances at you.

Nevrek's ebony Luukos symbol emits a soft grey glow.

Arimantis rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Nevrek surveys the area.

Sabitor shrugs.

You say, "He also said I would be the first to tour the keep."

Iansen says, "Some blind girl I spoke to this afternoon said Charl is quite mad with Thurfel."

Sabitor scowls at you.

Nevrek says, "I do hope I'll get a moment to speak vith him.. haff a few things to, ah.. report."

You cock your head at Iansen.

Saberwolv says, "Maybe we will send Holtswort in a leaking boat to scout it out"

You hear someone snicker.

Sabitor raises an eyebrow.

Saberwolv says, "erm..."

Maelani chuckles.

You say, "For stirring up the seas, Iansen."

You say, "That being a question."

Iansen nods to you.

Iansen says, "And... altering the creatures."

You blink at Nevrek.

You ask, "Report?"

Nevrek shakes the dust off his leather hooded cloak.

Nevrek says, "Report."

Nevrek nods to you.

Sabitor raises an eyebrow in Nevrek's direction.

You say, "The serpent was rather... "

You fidget.

Tierus sighs softly.

You say, "Disconcerting."

Maelani is apparently wrestling with a pink coral portcullis.

Witcheaven laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

(Maelani rubs her nose.)

You say, "Never been led anywhere that way."

Arimantis says, "I would think so"

Arimantis nods to you.

(Iscikella pulls her cloak tighter about her.)

You say, "And the trogre has a name."

Nevrek begins to twitch.

You say, "Granhke."

Sabitor raises an eyebrow in your direction.

Arimantis says, "A name.."

Sabitor asks, "Granhke?"

Sabitor blinks.

You nod.

You say, "Granhke."

Arimantis asks, "That means it is inteligent then?"

You nod to Arimantis.

You say, "It is."

Witcheaven asks, "We have a powerful, intelligent troll, ogre cross roaming this isle madly?"

Nevrek stares off into space.

Saberwolv says, "I 'ad a pet turtle when I was a child. It had a name.....din' mean t'was smart"

Iansen says, "A name doesn't mean you're intelligent..."

Arimantis says, "Was worried about that.."

You nod to Witcheaven.

Shonison chuckles.

Witcheaven says, "Oh by Sheru.."

Witcheaven shakes her head.

Sabitor smirks.

You say, "Well, how intelligent, I cannot say."

You say, "But it is not... mute or without thought."

Aranrhod asks, "He still does not know where it is?"

You say, "From what Thurfel said."

Saberwolv says, "No, you dont understand Iscikella. He drowned himself"

You hear someone sigh.

Aranrhod peers quizzically at you.

Nevrek begins to twitch.

Shonison asks, "is it out to simply run away or to kill?"

Arimantis says, "Need to find someone who speaks troll..."

Saberwolv says, "Turtles are suppose to have instincts to swim"

You hear someone sob.

You say, "It has only killed within the keep."

You say, "Thurfel's servants."

You say, "So I cannot say."

You say, "Could be is angry."

Shonison says, "well good"

Maelani works her fingers under her gold dragonfly comb and scratches her head.

Aranrhod says, "Wonder if it has left the island"

Sabitor begins to twitch.

Aranrhod rubs her chin thoughtfully.

You say, "Thurfel says he does not know."

Witcheaven frowns.

Sabitor says, "Perhaps it swam to another island."

Arimantis says, "Probably not to happy bout bein locked up then, if it can think for itself"

Sabitor waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.

You say, "But it has not been seen in past few days at the keep."

Nevrek mutters bitterly.

Tierus grins at Aranrhod.

You glance at Nevrek.

Saberwolv says, "Trolls cant swim. I know this."

Maelani says, "Iscikella. Next time ye see Thurfel tis imperative Saberwolv and I give him the horn he asked us to get.

You ask, "Horn?"

Tierus asks, "horn?"

Maelani nods to you.

Arimantis asks, "What about ogres?"

Nevrek says, "Troll is a simplistic language."

You ask, "A unicorn horn?"

Nevrek begins to twitch.

Arimantis peers quizzically at Sabitor.

Maelani looks over at you and shakes her head.

Sabitor raises an eyebrow in Arimantis's direction.

Sabitor shrugs.

Saberwolv fades into visibility.

Tierus asks, "Wha's this... horn look like?"

Sabitor begins to twitch.

You say, "I will tell him ye have it then."

Saberwolv says, "Saberwolv's horn"

You say, "Oh, I must speak with Thuunk again."

Saberwolv begins pouting.

You say, "He says he will speak to him at the fair."

You say, "About the gnolls."

Maelani nods to you.

Maelani says, "Thanke."

Tierus sighs.

Tierus asks, "M'lady?"

Sabitor asks, "When is the fair?"

Tierus peers quizzically at you.

Sabitor raises an eyebrow in your direction.

You ask, "Aye, Tierus?"

Saberwolv just gave Maelani a smooch.

You cock your head at Tierus.

Tierus asks, "D'ye 'ave any... clues as tae whae Thurfel wishes tae be as 'is 'pprentice?"

Tierus coughs.

You say, "the fair will not be until after the keep is opened."

(Tierus whispers something quietly to Iscikella.)

Sabitor says, "You will know when he announces it."

Sabitor scowls at Tierus.

You say, "the keep will open first, Sabitor."

Nevrek begins to twitch.

You look at Tierus and shake your head.

Maelani gives Shonison a little prod between the shoulder blades.

Maelani gives Sabitor a little prod between the shoulder blades.

Sabitor nods to you.

Shonison chuckles.

Arimantis paces back and forth.

Maelani's face turns slightly pale.

Tierus whispers, "Ah jus' wish tae know if ah 'ave a chance."

Sabitor scowls at Maelani.

Sabitor says, "Don't touch me."

(Maelani wipes off her hands quickly.)

You say, "He did not say, Tierus, I am sorry. And I was hesitant to ask."

Saberwolv says, "The wonderful thing about being me"

Tierus nods to you.

Maelani groans at Saberwolv.

Saberwolv says, "Everybody likes me better than him"

Iansen says, "Sound like I've been lately..."

Saberwolv points at Sabitor.

Iansen nods to Sabitor.

Saberwolv laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

You hear the voice of Arianiss ask, "Tierus, did you get your interview done?"

Sabitor says, "Yes, I'm sure."

Tierus says, "Aye, ah did, Arianiss."

Sabitor waves a hand at Saberwolv, dismissing him indifferently.

Shonison grins.

Tierus sighs softly.

Arimantis mutters under his breath.

Witcheaven smiles.

Witcheaven says, "Evening Arianiss."

You hear the voice of Arianiss say, "Evening."

Tierus says, "Ah think ah'll continue me research in tha Abbey Library... need tae find meself a book on Daemonology."

You say, "He also plans a sort of... reception when the keep is opened."

Tierus says, "G'deventide, all."

(Tierus delivers a round of bows.)

You say, "And asked me to be there to... hostess. Which is most odd, but he thinks might keep things calmer."

You say, "Whether that is true or nae, I cannot say."

Sabitor says, "Arianiss, I need to speak with you alone later."

Arimantis says, "Mistress of the keep"

Arimantis grins at you.

You hear the voice of Arianiss say, "Okay."

You hear the voice of Arianiss say, "I need your services as well."

Maelani glances at Sabitor.

Sabitor raises an eyebrow.

Sabitor nods.

You hear the voice of Arianiss say, "A request from Thurfel."

(Maelani waves off the odor.)

Maelani says, "Foul breathe."

Sabitor blinks.

Maelani coughs.

Sabitor raises an eyebrow.

You say, "Well, I certainly am not that, Arimantis."

You say, "But he was... hopeful would make things go more smoothly."

Arimantis says, "Not for lack of his wantin"

Arimantis chuckles.

Iansen says, "Thurfel probably believes you are..."

Iansen nods to you.

Saberwolv says, "What else has he requested we get as far as spell components?"

Saberwolv tugs at his beard, lost in thought.

Saberwolv says, "Methinks...was an ear of a sylvankind....with violet eyes..."

Maelani grins at Saberwolv.

Saberwolv works his fingers under his conjurer's hat and scratches his head.

You squint at Saberwolv.

Saberwolv says, "Bah, I kin still see yer oogly eyes, even when ya close em at me"

Saberwolv waves a hand at you, dismissing you indifferently.

Maelani says, "Saber. Show the lady some manners. Im sure Thurfel is quite smitten with her eyes."

You say, "He was very gracious in any case, Maelani. Smitten? I doubt that."

Maelani grins at you.

Saberwolv says, "Where am I goina find th' fang of a serpent that dwells in fire?"

Maelani says, "More than you know, Iscikella. Believe me in this."

Saberwolv groans.

You cock your head at Saberwolv.

Maelani asks, "In Thurfel's keep?"

Maelani peers quizzically at Saberwolv.

Saberwolv says, "im too old to play scavenger hunt"

You say, "Defanging serpents is dangerous work."

You cough.

Saberwolv says, "Is nay't fer me....."

Saberwolv shrugs.

Arimantis coughs.

You say, "Well, I should rest a little and think on all this."

You say, "Good eve to ye all."

You curtsy.



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