And the Gobblin got better!

Naeve Greybeard: **enters quietly with a covered tray of hot food*

Dillard Bloobury looks up and sees Naeve, "Oh, hey there, Naeve. I'm stuck in this dumb bed."

Naeve Greybeard: * setting the tray down on the bedisde table she takes moment to run a practiced eye over his face* " How are you feeling Dillard? You had us worried for a bit ."

Dillard Bloobury shrugs and looks up to the ceiling, "I'm doin' a'right I suppose. Kinda weak. Louis, he tell me don't get up. I don't remember much. Gettin' covered in water an' I think I remember hearin' yer voice at some point later on"

Naeve Greybeard: " Perhaps that is just as well." she slips her hand under his jaw, and after a minute nods satisfied with the results." If I prop you up do you think you could take some warm broth? " she turns and lifting the cover shows him the bowl of strained soup, taking care not to smell its wormy aroma too much.

Dillard Bloobury twists his head as she feels under his jaw. He pushes with his hands on the table, easing himself up and nods sniffing at the air, "Oh yeah, I could definitely use somethin' t' eat."

Naeve Greybeard: " you'll likely be a little weak yet " Places a few pillows behind him in case. "Take it slow at first Dillard." She nods happy at his apparent appetite, another good sign and pulls the tray closer.

Dillard Bloobury blinks a few times and eyes the tray. He reaches out slowly for the bowl, bringing it up to his mouth and takes a long, loud slurp. "You make this yerself? It's pretty good."
Naeve Greybeard: Smiles a little" Yes, recipe I was given by Tobrin, one of his favs. “Her voice trails off wondering if that goblin managed to escape.

Dillard Bloobury slurps again and closes his eyes resting them before taking another drink, "Oh yeah, Tobrin. Ain't seen him in a while. So, ya'll hung Pionia yet? Or was ya waitin' fer me t' tie the noose?"

Naeve Greybeard: "That’s a matter for the Druid  Council. There will be no lynching’s here."  She speaks her voice firm. She knows that if they fail in this first major issue the hope for creating a place that was fair and just for all was doomed.

Dillard Bloobury shakes his head and takes another drink, "Well, I'm sure it'll take a while fer ya'll t' determine th' correct method a execution. Reckon when I get up I can go an' see 'r in jail."

Naeve Greybeard: “I think that you need to worry about gaining your strength back and less about Pionia's fate for now."

Dillard Bloobury sets the bowl back on the tray and falls back on the pillows with a groan, "Ah, I'm feelin' a'right. Should be up 'for long. No tellin' how much this down time is costin' me in business though."

Naeve Greybeard: "Now you sound just like my broth. .." She stops and her smile vanishes at the memory of their last meeting. With a sigh she takes the tray from him and sets it back on the table.

Magdalena Easterwood: Hello Naeve. *quietly* How is he?

Naeve Greybeard: Hearing the door, turns, "Hello Maggie, He's doing very well . Ate a whole bowl of strained worm soup ."

Magdalena Easterwood: Good! He should be up for some worm noodles with that soon, if we're lucky.

Dillard Bloobury turns his head and watches Maggie, "I'm doin' a'right. Ready t' be up an' out there."

Magdalena Easterwood: Well look, Dil, don't push it.

Dillard Bloobury exhales through his nose and nods, "Aye, 'at seems t' be th' theme. Sit here an' don't push it. Just waitin' 'round until they execute Pionia, I reckon."

Magdalena Easterwood: Huh?

Naeve Greybeard: "Dillard, we went over that ."

Magdalena Easterwood: Why in heaven would they ever execute our gentle Pionia?

Dillard Bloobury leans back on the pillow and closes his eyes with a groan.

Naeve Greybeard: Looks at Maggie and shakes her head

Magdalena Easterwood: *nods, understanding she'll catch up about it with Naeve, later on*

Dillard Bloobury: "Just watch yerself 'round 'r if she gets out. She's a wreckless murderer."

Naeve Greybeard: Pulls up the blanket and settles it around his chin

Magdalena Easterwood: mmm hmmm, we'll talk about it later.

Naeve Greybeard: "oh? a decision Maggie? " she chooses to ignore his  last remark

Dillard Bloobury mutters under his breath, his eyes still closed

Magdalena Easterwood: I've been to several different villages and I thought I had settled on trying to be a healer in three of them but I will not be working in Cadair..

Magdalena Easterwood: I found myself offended and had to question what it was in me that made me feel that way.

Magdalena Easterwood: So, that is done and over.

Naeve Greybeard: "Perhaps that is wise, you can't spread yourself too thin, or you'll end up next to Dillard here." points at the other cot

Magdalena Easterwood: I'm sure Louis will keep me busy enough here.

Naeve Greybeard: " I worry with so many living in close quarters and so little food , both are conditions thatI have seen lead to the quick spread of disease.

Dillard Bloobury grumbles under his breath again, "Pionia'll keep ya busy with all her murders"

Naeve Greybeard: We may need more hands than we have "

Magdalena Easterwood: Why did Pionia hurt you? It's so not her.

Dillard Bloobury closes his eyes and shrugs again, "I dunno. Bloodlust?"

Naeve Greybeard: Busies herself with tidying the tray and bedside table.

Magdalena Easterwood: Bloodlust! Oh my. *decides to drop that subject as well as it just doesn't fit*

Magdalena Easterwood: *grabs some rags and a basin and starts scrubbing the hearth*

Dillard Bloobury cracks eye open again, looking to Naeve, "So ya'll made any decisions 'bout watchmens yet?"
Magdalena Easterwood: *pours herself a cup of calming tea.*

Naeve Greybeard: Blushes sligthly . " er um.. yes, the council has reached a consensus. The candidate will be formally announced soon. "

Magdalena Easterwood: *busies herself changing the sheets between sips of tea* Got any rum left in here?

Naeve Greybeard: chin points to the desk drawer

Magdalena Easterwood: *rummages through the drawer finding a small flask which she uncorks and dumps a generous shot into her tea.*

Dillard Bloobury nods and closes his eyes again, "Well, I'm sure it'll be a great candidate." He cracks his eye open again to see where the rum is, "I thought we drank all that."

Naeve Greybeard: "I brought in a fresh bottle of home brew last night. Not bad really, it’s a little harsh perhaps." Shrugs

Magdalena Easterwood: It's good enough for me! Naeve, what do we do about the dwindling supplies

Dillard Bloobury: "I fount that one bottle up in Louis's room. Was real good but I ended up drankin' it all. Good t' know ya fount more."

Naeve Greybeard: Sighs heavily and paces to stand before the fire. " Maggie, I brough t in some dried roots from the old woman I got the rum from but I really hated to accept them. We'll need to source more soon .. Maggie do you have a horse or a mount of sorts? We could go on a scouting expedition, see what there is in the nearby hills."

Dillard Bloobury: "I gotta big rat ya'll could borrow"

Magdalena Easterwood: hmmmm. I don't but I wouldn't mind seeing if I could find one that would suit me.

Naeve Greybeard: I managed to barter my healing and my last bit of coin for a good mare, I could take you to the stables later and show you. I named her Zephyr. " A smile spreads across her face at the thought of the lively mare.

Magdalena Easterwood: *smiles* she sounds lovely. I'd love to meet her.

Dillard Bloobury: "When I can get up an' 'round I'll call up my dire rat an' show ya'll. Makes a good mount. I named 'm Destiny."

Naeve Greybeard: " Well once we have someone to keep an eye on our friend here, I'll introduce you "

Magdalena Easterwood: Yeah, don't want nuthin to happen to Dillard.

Dillard Bloobury: "True. Never know what'll happen here. Never know who'll turn out t' be a cold blooded murderer."

Naeve Greybeard: Casts him a hard look while she contemplates lacing some tea with a sedative,and looks at the herbs hanging overhead for some St. Johns wort

Magdalena Easterwood: *shakes her head at Dillard*

Dillard Bloobury waves his feet back and forth under the covers and looks around the room. He tries to lean up on his elbows again, but shakes his head, still dizzy.

Naeve Greybeard: " Hmmmm you know , we could use some chairs or stools in here. I'll have to see if Keifer can make us some at for a low price.

Magdalena Easterwood: especially if we're going to have any meetings.

Naeve Greybeard: Well I think Meetings can be hosted in the warmth of the library

Magdalena Easterwood: I forgot! Wonderful  that we have that to use.

Dillard Bloobury: "Sounds like a good idea. 'course if i hafta stay here much longer, I'll hafta move my business in here. So'll need some type a waitin' area fer folks comin' t' see me."

Role players: Dillard Bloobury, Magdalena Easterwood, Naeve Greybeard

Dillard Awakens!

Louis Khalim wakes up as the sun shines through the curtains in his room.  Wiping the sleep from his eyes he pushes himself up from the bed, the wooden floorboards are cold against his bare feet.  He dresses and makes his way down the stairs, stopping to stand over the goblin's body.  He looks around the room, noticing the food and blankets that Jenna had left out for him.  Momi must have gone out to catch her breakfast, as he sees no sign of her.

Dillard Bloobury lies on the bed in the infirmary.  His body moving slightly as he has begun to breathe.  The effects of Naeve's resurrection spell finally starting to take hold.

Louis Khalim whispers, "Oh, thank Pelor".  He extends a hand, nudging at the goblin's shoulder.

Dillard Bloobury's breath picks up.  He begins to blink ever so slightly. 

Louis Khalim leans forward, shaking the goblin gently and smiles, "Dillard?  Feeling better?"

Dillard Bloobury blinks again, his eyes opening wide as he gasps for air.  Disoriented he begins to thrash his arms about, "Dammit!  Let me outta this.."

Louis Khalim shushes the goblin, placing a hand on his shoulder to calm him, "Dillard.  It's Louis.  Relax, you're okay now.  We're in the infirmary.  Naeve was able to bring you back.   We waited all night for it to take hold.  Jenna stayed up all night watching over you."

Dillard Bloobury stops his thrashing and stares at Louis with wild eyes, "Whaddya mean, brought me back?!  Ya mean, Pionia kilt me?!  She drownt me with whatever black magic run up all that water?  I just remember she said some words an' there was all this water an' blackin' out."  He narrows his eyes and reaches to find his sword as he starts to jump to his feet, "I'm gonna kill 'r fer this."

Louis Khalim places a steady hand down on the goblin's shoulder, pushing him back into the bed.  "It appears that she did.  Your sword is upstairs, but there's no need for it now.  First, you need rest.  If you take off running out of here like a bat out of hell, you're going to pass out.  Second, it's being handled.  Azriel was on the scene to question her before I even showed up.  She will stand trial before the Druid Council and they will decide what the best course of action is."

Dillard Bloobury spits, "Aww, th' heck with that.  She kilt me, just go 'head an' hang 'r already.   Take me t' her jail cell."

Louis Khalim sighs and makes his way to the food Jenna had prepared.  He pushes the bowl to Dillard, "Eat up.  You have to be starving."

Dillard Bloobury snatches the bowl and scarfs the food down quickly.  After finishing the bowl he drops it on the bed and starts to sit up before stopping as his head spins. 

Louis Khalim shakes his head and chuckles quietly, "See?  You have to rest.  Now either you can listen to me and stay there in bed, or I can sit on you and hold you there.  It's your decision.   Dying once was enough, no one wants to deal with that for two days in a row."

Dillard Bloobury grumbles a series of curse words and folds his arms across his chest, flopping back down on the bed. 

Louis Khalim makes his way over to the desk and has a seat, hoping to finally get some work done while also keeping an eye on the goblin.

Dillard Bloobury stares at the ceiling angrily, though narrowed eyes.  He taps a long green finger across his arm as he thinks things over.

Roleplayers: Dillard Bloodbury and Louis Khalim

A Mage's Mistake!

Sitting motionless at her desk the battle mage looks out of the window, her gaze on nothing  mundane but lost in her thoughts. Recalling the unfortunate events that caused the death of the gobblin. The question how this could have happened , echoing like an endless chant on her heart and head. Pionia shakes her head wanting to erase the moment she gestured her hands, chanted the magic words and casted that spell from the book of runes using the water from the sea to soak her victim. Closes her eyes letting her head rest on her right hand.

 

At first, tries to convince herself that it was a terrible accident.. she never thought the gobblin, a creature with natural magic on him and a fighter was so easy a prey... everything happened so fast ..the spell was way too much.. anger directed her actions... and what was worst.. she lost control.. she should have never tried that on her friend....this happens to early students ..not to her.. A velvet like dark little voice in that back of her mind... says.. you wanted to try those new spells from that book of runes you found on your last trip to far lands... a laughs ending the saying.....All these thoughts make her feel worst  and sadness sat in her heart.

Thinking back at the moment everything started, sees herself sitting at the docks sipping on red wine and feeling the caress of the wind and the pleasant view of the sunsetting in the company of Dillard and her friend Zook.  A nice gathering that ended wrong...when mention of the healer Destiny was made.. Dillard said he was evil and that the mage and the healer were twins so the mage has to be evil, too. The lies of the goblin supported by his friend the halfling angered her in a way that was not her natural self. Next thing the goblin tried a silly trick on the mage leaving her without any hair.

He casted some sheep to pull her hair, the mage's response was to grab the goblin by a leg lifting him downward and shaking him so he would stop his spell and give her back her hair.... she didn't want to hurt him so she put him back on the floor unharmed and stepped in the mist that took her home...

The battle mage sighs in sorrow, coming back to the moment she casted that awful spell..regreting her doings... letting her anger and sense of revenge take over her the way it did...Looks back out of the window her gaze rest on the waves of the sea.... dulling her pain.  Facing the mage and druids to respond for her behavior is nothing compare to the way she judges herself.

A Mage Profile

Name and Nicknames if any: Lady Pionia Destiny
Age: 30
Race: (Be as specific as you can here- example if you are an Elf, what type of Elf are you? A Moon Elf? A Drow? )  Half human and half elf, a Perelda..

What do you look like? (This can be ideal what you would like to look like and doesn’t need to reflect what you actually look like, just yet, in a later class we will work on developing this portion further but capture the basics, like height, skin color, hair color and style, facial hair if wanted, eye color, weight)

I'm 1.80 high, slender, long black hair, cinnamon like skin color, grey eyes. Dressed in local attire

Alignment: (Are you Good, Evil, or Neutral? Are you Lawful, Chaotic, or Neutral?)  good and lawful

Class:   a mage..

Where are you from?: (Feel free to make up names of towns, villages, countries, or say you are originally from Artstonia Village)

Pionia was born in the Realm of Maracaibo.. a kingdon far from any land.... known as the Land Beloved by the Sun.  When living there, she was one of the  tutors of the  court of King Alonso de Ojeda. She used to teach languages to the king's children. King Alonso was a cruel king that slaved his people...He ordered to kill Pionia because she dared to talk about slavery and how cruel this practice was to his children Prince Armando and Princess Zulia. The king's spies told him about Pionia's teachings o f peace, love, tolerance and freedom.  He ordered his son to kill her.  Prince Armando, a gentle caring boy helped her scape instead.  She had to leave in a hurry and didn't have time to say goodbye to her dear family. They don't know where she is .. she just vanished from their lives. The king thought, his son Prince Armando has carried out his order to kill her. He convinced his father that he hated her and have made sure she was dead. She left her family there and her heart, too. Even her true love thought she was dead.  When living her home, she promised to herself to come back and help Prince Armando and Princess Zulia fight for freedom and peace. Since she left, she has  been on a journey to different lands, learning as much as she can the secrets of different cultures and worlds. Most of her days have been spent in the forest and its Myst. One rainy cold day, she arrived to Artstonia, where she met a kind teacher a teacher with wings , a gentle man named Kronk and a brave warrior that offered her a place to rest and warm up. There, for the first time she felt a wave of white energy running through her blood. magic... someone said... the white  wave of energy felt warm and comforting. It gave her peace.A

Role Play: Emotes, Vocabulary and Expressions

Dillard, Pionia,  Azriel... and the gobblin visitor..

These are some useful expressions when roleplaying....

Greetings

Greetings, fair ones....
A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting
Good (day/morning/afternoon/evening)
Greetings (everyone)
It has been too long
My heart sings to see thee
Pleasure meeting you
Well met
Hail all!
Merry meet!

Farewells
Fair winds
Farewell
Good (day/afternoon/evening/night)
Good hunting
May the leaves of your life tree never turn brown
May the wind fill your sails
May thy paths be green and the breeze on thy back
May your ways be green and golden
My heart shall weep until it sees thee again
Rest well
Sleep well
Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet
Until later (then)
Until next we meet
Until then
Until tomorrow (then)

Compliments
Ever is thy sight a joy
You are a mighty warrior
You are a skillful bowman
You are beautiful
You did well
You look good
Your beauty shines bright
Your heart is that of the lion
well fought
well cast
Good fight

Positive Endearments
Ancient one(s)
Bearded one(s)
Foe of my foe
Friend of my friend
Friend(s)
Little father (An adult male dwarf)
Love of my life
Lovely one(s)
Loyal one(s)
Mighty one(s)
My beloved
My champion
My friend   
Mellonamin
My friends
My lady
My lord
My love
Pure one(s)
Short one(s)
Tall one(s)
Valiant one(s)
Visionary
Wise one(s)

Proffesions
Archmage
Assassin
Bard
Cleric
Druid
Illusionist
Paladin
Ranger
Thief
Warrior
Wizard
rogue
squire

Emotes

Emotes are an integral part of role play. Without them RP would be pretty dull and flat. They are used to convey moods, actions, and many other bits of information about our characters.

    * To describe an emotion we use: laughs, giggles, chuckles, snickers, crying, weeping, etc.
    * To describe an action we use: pointing, jumping, falling, crawling, lurking, spying, etc.
    * To describe a reaction we use: arching an eyebrow, narrowing the eyes at someone, rolling your eyes, scratching your head, etc. 

Examples of the role playing vocabulary and expression use:

* smiles an curtsies to her teacher and mentor. She tilts her head appropiately and smiles with admiration and adoration.
* smiles and blushes and winks at Lady Freezya
* continues to smile as she nods to others around her that she knows and loves. She quietly backs out of the group and walks away.
* cups her chin in her hand, elbow on the table, and sighs
* sneezes, rubbing her nose
* gives a happily malicious grin
* inquires innocently.
* "Very funny," growles.
* scowls, grabs her cloak, and follows.
* chooses a rock and sits.
* huddles on the ground, leaning back against a rock.
* gasps. "You can't possibly mean you don't trust me!"
* blinks and then grins.
* feels her bones freeze.
* blushes hotly.
* laughed softly.
* pauses and develops a pensive expression.
* teases fondly.
* gives him a cheerful grin.
* Grinnes back
* pauses, glancing at the sea far below.
* ruffles his brown hair and teases him fondly.
* makes a face halfway between a grin and a grimace.
* frowns slightly
* The honor is mine.*replies with an elegant bow*
* "No," says in harsh tones.
* eyes sparkling.
* says playfully.
* lowers her gaze to her lap
* feels profoundly grateful
* chuckles silently
* feels herself turn green, dreadfully sick and finally faints.
* pushes herself upright, feels every muscle in her body bruised with the violence of the combat, and groans.
* a kind smile brightens her face
* smiling in sympathy
* smiled uneasily.
* eyes her friend.
* Changing her tone, she askes
* admits sourly.
* smiles in delight
* beautiful as a starry night.
*gives a quick hug
* is unable to believe her luck.
* asks curiously.
* Pionia's eyes shine.
* enchanted with the thought of hugging him once more..
* cocks her head to one side.
* shifs uncomfortably and apologizes
* Her cheeks flush as she looks at his eyes
* enjoys being caught looking at him with crisom cheecks
* feels slightly delirious.
* tension goes out of her.
* gasps in astonishment before she recognizes the teasing note in his voice.
* chuckles. "Has anyone ever told you you're impossible?"
* shifts nervously as she sees ...... sits too close.
* her eyes roll skyward.
* winks an eye and smiles softly...
* wears a devilish grin
* sighs happily.
* sips at her wine, then nods
* blinks and turns crimson.
* casts a disgusted glance at..
* bits her lip
* "I expect everything of you—and I've never been disappointed."
* says unhappily.
* "Please, milord, sit and be comfortable."
* takes a seat next to ......
* turns and smiles warmly, inclining her head to ...
* playfully waves to ....
* blinks in surprise as ............... sits next to her "errr... greetings"
* remains silent
* stirs some honey in to her tea making a tinkling noise, her chin resting in her palm as her mind drifts
* gulps down his wine and pours some more.
*  narrows her eyes at the mention of ..........
* growls at the .......................'s behavior
* looks at ............................. with concern
*  is blushing from ...................... behavior but can not supress a giggle
* chuckles softly
* grabs her sword on the way out
*  burries her face in her hand
* looks about for her old friend
* puts her arm around ..........
* approaches the table slowly with a smile on his face
* widens her eyes at .............'s magic
* leans back in her chair
* speaks a little bit louder
* leans forward, speaking in a hushed voice to .............., "Are they still on about the rat? I just dont quite get it....
* gives ............. a puzzled look
* looks pleadingly to .......... for some ............
* shakes her head, rather amused
* shudders and supresses a shriek
* shudders at the memory of the demon

* If you will excuse me, I am being called away. This has been a most interesting tea today. Farewell Queen Comet. Farewell, all.
* slowly rises from her chair, "Forgive me Queen Comet, but I'm afraid I'm being called away. Thank you for your gracious hospitality

* opens a portal
* ::Eyes shining with delight::
* closes her eyes a little as she feels the peace and calm wash over her.

* Pionia gets out her parchment and quill, and throttles the fire spells so she can take notes.