A quick question if you don't mind:

Regwen and I are cleaning up the logs of last night but wondering: Post them here or should it be in the Landing folder or is there going to be another spot coming up?



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- Kobold in Disguise Falvicar

You swing a silver-edged black veil iron katana at Sevynne!

* Sevynne drops dead at your feet!
* Sevynne just bit the dust!

Regwen and I are cleaning up the logs of last night but wondering: Post them here or should it be in the Landing folder or is there going to be another spot coming up?

For some reason I lost part of my earlier message. So, as I was going to say, "I knew it, I missed some action due to losing my ISP connection".

The evening started out with:

Some more of the Chastonian soldiers wander back by, "...I heard their creator, had a name. They call him...Rekard? Rek...."."

Then... One of the Chastonian soldiers shakes his head, "...Rekarth. They call him Rekarth, the Black Diabolist." One of the other soldiers nods, "Aye! That's the name!"."


Then there was the visit by Redding per Falvicars's view

Followed by:


[Hearthstone, Front Porch]
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see a frolicsome spring spirit that is flying around, a barn owl, a silvery black sword-shaped candle, the Regwen disk, a tall scorched modwir bin, a doorman, a long oak sideboard with some stuff on it and the porch steps.
Also here: Ulani, Malikh, Ephya, Seomanthe, Greganth, Magister Raelee, High Lord Falvicar who is sitting, Svantai who is sitting
Obvious paths: none

A streak of purple light zips across the sky, zooming towards Hearthstone Manor near Wehnimer's Landing.

Greganth scratches his ear.
Raelee glances up.
Svantai gazes up into the heavens.
A pained expression crosses Raelee's face.
Seomanthe glares upward.
Malikh glances at Ephya.
Greganth rolls his eyes.
Svantai begrudgingly says, "More visitors..."
Seomanthe mutters, "Oh good."
Speaking quietly to Seomanthe, Falvicar says, "I will be finding out more of the night of the huntress. I believe he's part of The Order from Solhaven;"
Greganth says, "Or yanno, an assassin."
Seomanthe nods at Falvicar.
Avalera just arrived.
Speaking to Falvicar, Raelee asks, "... Solhaven, really?"
Speaking quietly to Greganth, Falvicar says, "Doubtful. If he was then he'd a slain me on the spot."
You feel at full magical power again.
A silvery black sword-shaped candle burns with a warm golden light.
Seomanthe asks, "In fronta all of us?"
Seomanthe shakes her head.
Greganth says, "In front of all of us? Not likely, least I wouldnt have, why not have you come along peacefully with your brother in arms? Two for one."
Avalera just arrived.
Avalera just went down the porch steps.
Billowing gusts of heavy snow buffet your face.
Great Lord Kraytorh just arrived.
Speaking to Falvicar, Greganth says, "Caution, especially now, is advised."
Speaking quietly to Seomanthe, Falvicar says, "He can't be much worst than Athamael nor Nostus. I trust in my Lord from what I saw of his introduction."
Sarvia pulls a long hooded mist grey longcloak around herself tightly, obscuring most of her form.
Greganth says, "Maybe that purple wizard has some piece of knowledge of this order, he may be good for that."
Seomanthe smiles at Falvicar.
A bolt of purple lightning zigs, zags, twists, turns, and loops towards Wehnimer's Landing, glowing with a tail of lavender light as it barrels in the direction of Hearthstone.
Falvicar quietly says, "Silver star and him doing what he did to you from the shadows is very similiar to what the Dreamwalkers were capable of doing."
Stormyrain just arrived.
Speaking to Seomanthe, Greganth says, "Wide berth."
Falvicar nods at Seomanthe.
Speaking quietly to Raelee, Falvicar asks, "Nae forgot of the barrier and the note did ye?"
Speaking to Falvicar, Greganth says, "As can any rogue or sorceror trained in illusion. Just be careful."
Speaking to Falvicar, Raelee says, "I have not forgotten...
Speaking quietly to Greganth, Falvicar says, "If makes ye feel better, I'll keep my plate and helmet on.. and Mohrgan and I been through a lot and are a lot tougher when together."
The floating misty sheering sword glows with a purple light, as coils of energy leap from it, forming into a purple cloud and then Pylasar steps forth, coughing!
Greganth looks thoughtfully at Pylasar.
Stormyrain blinks.
Seomanthe folds her arms over her chest.
Altheorn grins at Pylasar.
Stormyrain glances at Pylasar.
Ulani walks over to the chair and settles down.
Altheorn nods to Pylasar in greeting.
Speaking to Pylasar, Stormyrain says, "I hope you did not damage Madame Cupcake."
Pylasar leans toward a floating misty sheering sword.
Falvicar stands up.
Ephya nods at Falvicar.
Falvicar takes the edge of his spidersilk cape and holds it out, as he bows low in a courtly fashion.
Speaking carefully to Pylasar, Raelee says, "... Grand Magister."
Pylasar says, "Buy me a drink first."
Pylasar winks at a floating misty sheering sword.
Ephya waves to Pylasar.
Speaking to Pylasar, Svantai says, "Always with the extreme entrances..."
Speaking to Falvicar, Greganth says, "Sometimes prayer and faith are enough, other times the arkati rather expect us to be smart as well."
Speaking to Pylasar, Puptilian says, "Good to see you."
Altheorn snickers at Pylasar.
Falvicar sits down next to you.
Sarvia folds her hands.
Raelee glances warily at Pylasar.
Sarvia nods to Pylasar in greeting.
You curtsy gracefully to Pylasar.
Pylasar says, "I haven't seen a sheering sword since...."
Pylasar rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Billowing gusts of heavy snow buffet your face.
Speaking quietly to Greganth, Falvicar says, "Aye. Valid point."
Sarvia asks, "His last visit to a brothel?"
You sit down next to Falvicar.
Pylasar exclaims, "I was first born!"
aps her fingers.
Pylasar exclaims, "Yeeeouch!"
Altheorn appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Sareyna smirks.
Lady Andaiss just arrived.
Stormyrain glances over at Pylasar and winces.
Kraytorh offers Pylasar a wide flagon of blueberry ale.
Svantai can offer Pylasar only a blank expression.
Puptilian gazes up into the heavens.
Speaking curiously to Pylasar, Raelee asks, "Which was when, precisely?"
Pylasar says, "We only like hoods on our cloaks in the Swale."
Pylasar giggles.
Speaking to Pylasar, Svantai says, "... too much information, Grand Magister... Way too much."
Pylasar asks, "...what...what day is it?"
Falvicar quietly says, "Leyan."
Altheorn grins at Sareyna.
Speaking impatiently to Pylasar, Svantai says, "Tilamaries."
Speaking to Pylasar, Greganth says, "Some chastonian soldiers were looking for you a few minutes ago."
Speaking to Pylasar, Raelee says, "The 21st of Lormesta. 5115."
Falvicar nods to Avalera in greeting.
Stormyrain smiles at Avalera.
Geijon just arrived.
Speaking to Avalera, Greganth says, "Back from your quest."
Speaking to Avalera, Stormyrain says, "Well met, Avalera! It is good to see you."
Speaking to Pylasar, Raelee adds, "The world did not end. It was saved approximately 12 days ago."
Speaking to Raelee, Svantai says, "Right... is is past midnight, isn't it..."
Pylasar asks, "21st?"
Pylasar sighs.
Avalera smiles.
Pylasar asks, "Saved, was it?"
Pylasar chuckles.
Falvicar closes his eyes for a moment.
Avalera says, "Thank you very much for the nice greetings."
Avalera yawns.
Pylasar says, "Yes yes, from Althedeus."
Speaking flatly to Pylasar, Raelee asks, "We are not dead yet, are we?"
Altheorn softly says, "Safe for the moment."
Pylasar says, "But never truly....saved."
Speaking to Pylasar, Greganth says, "Postponed for now, is likely a better descriptor."
Pylasar asks, "Have the Mages come yet?"
Svantai raises an eyebrow in Pylasar's direction.
Raelee blinks at Pylasar.
Falvicar grins.
Kraytorh ponders.
Speaking carefully to Pylasar, Raelee asks, "... which mages?"
Puptilian asks, "Which mages?"
Pylasar says, "Blue ones, and the black hearted one."
Geijon peers quizzically at Pylasar.
Sarvia says, "The clears that right up."
Puptilian says, "That is very vague."
Speaking to Pylasar, Geijon says, "We just dealt with some of th' towns shock from th' Earl's decree from Sir Thadston."
Pylasar says, "Oh, well, no. Not today, the 21st..."
Speaking to Pylasar, Raelee says, "That describes a significant portion of the mages I have met."
Kraytorh heartily says, "I know some mages, but nae blue ones."
Pylasar says, "The Huntress, oh yes, that is when they'll arrive."
Stormyrain furrows her brow.
Pylasar says, "With their heavy hands and fancy words."
Speaking to Pylasar, Stormyrain asks, "Which Huntress? The next one coming or one ages from now?"
Pylasar nods at Geijon.
Ephya raises an eyebrow in Pylasar's direction.
Altheorn softly says, "Thats...promising..."
Altheorn stares off into space.
Pylasar says, "I heard, I am sorry."
Pylasar says, "Temporary, I hope."
Pylasar nods at Geijon.
Speaking to Pylasar, Svantai asks, "The ones looking for Mohrgan and Falvicar?"
Speaking to Falvicar, Greganth says, "Ask him what he knows of this order."
Pylasar says, "Huh? No."
Falvicar blinks.
Falvicar glances at Pylasar.
Pylasar says, "They'll be looking for me, and Raelee."
Speaking warily to Pylasar, Raelee asks, "... do you know why?"
Pylasar exclaims, "It's time to pay the Pipershadow!"
Stormyrain snickers at Pylasar.
Pylasar says, "Wait, no, Pipershadow isn't here."
Balantine blinks.
Speaking to a barn owl, Svantai says, "Everyone's looking for someone, huh..."
Speaking to Pylasar, Stormyrain says, "He just took what he thought people owed him."
Speaking quietly to Pylasar, Falvicar asks, "Pipershadow?"
Pylasar asks, "Why?"
Pylasar peers quizzically at Raelee.
Speaking quietly to herself, Raelee mutters, "Oh, this cannot be good..."
Avalera whispers, "Well, then, I am doubly glad to meet you!
Speaking to Pylasar, Raelee asks, "Yes. Why are they looking for us?"
Seomanthe nods in agreement at Greganth.
Kiske just arrived.
Roelaren helps herself to a wedge of crusty peach pie.
Pylasar says, "I have likely angered a few too many Hall-lings."
Sareyna says, "Old guy pip."
Greganth asks, "And who has Raelee angered?"
Pylasar exclaims, "The list of who not, might be smaller!"
Raelee surreptitiously glances at Greganth.
Pylasar giggles at Greganth.
Puptilian says, "Why does it always have to be anger that drives people to look for other."
Greganth chuckles.
Goldstr grins at Pylasar.
Pylasar says, "Oh, I'm sure you'll be...okay."
Speaking to Pylasar, Geijon says, "Tis good you managed to reform yourself after phasing into time and walls. You'll have to tell that story someday when folks aren't asking so many things."
Geijon chuckles.
Speaking to Greganth, Stormyrain says, "I'd wager that the Hall is operating under the misconception that Pylasar and Raelee had a hand in Grishom Stone's escape."
Pylasar hums a seemingly random tune.
Speaking dubiously to Pylasar, Raelee asks, "... why?"
Greganth asks, "Misconception eh?"
Greganth chuckles to himself.
Speaking to Greganth, Stormyrain says, "I do not believe Raelee had any part in that."
Seomanthe dismissively says, "Pylasar did have a hand in Stone's escape,"
Stormyrain says, "So yes, misconception."
Speaking to Stormyrain, Greganth says, "Nor do I, but him? Certainly."
Sarvia says, "Lets hope they eventually feel that way as well."
Raelee glances between Stormyrain and Greganth.
Pylasar says, "Well, let's see what they say when they come, and cross all twelve fingers."
Greganth says, "Not my barrel of whiskey anyway, the Empire and The Hall's concern."
Pylasar nods at Raelee.
Raelee frowns.
Kraytorh heartily asks, "And they'll be here on this coming Huntress?"
Speaking to Pylasar, Raelee asks, "Do you know which black-hearted one?"
Balantine quietly asks, "I only want to know when we will be rid of the durn trees, and will these chills I feel from time to time go away?"
Pylasar says, "Likely ole Malvie-poo."
Raelee nods slightly.
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[Hearthstone, Front Porch]
Airy and open, the porch is enclosed by smooth, freshly painted white modwir up to a height of about four feet. As you ponder the sky-blue color of the ceiling and a lacework of deep green ivy that crisscrosses the open space between posts, the hubbub of the world beyond quickly fades away. Rocking chairs of various sizes are an inviting sight, and an elegant green marble arch provides a tantalizing view of the splendors inside the old manor. You also see the Elbromo disk, the Roelaren disk, the Balantine disk, a floating misty sheering sword, a forest wolf, a reckless mountain spirit that is flying around, a frolicsome spring spirit that is flying around, a barn owl, a silvery black sword-shaped candle, the Regwen disk, a tall scorched modwir bin, a doorman, a long oak sideboard with some stuff on it and the porch steps.
Also here: Kiske, Geijon who is sitting, Avalera, Goldstr, High Lady Roelaren, Elbromo, Lord Balantine, Stormyrain, Great Lord Kraytorh, Sareyna, Sarvia, Puptilian, Lord Altheorn, Grand Magister Pylasar, Ulani who is sitting, Malikh, Ephya who is sitting, Seomanthe, Greganth, Magister Raelee, High Lord Falvicar who is sitting, Svantai who is sitting

Raelee quietly says, "Right."
Falvicar grins at Pylasar.
Raelee paces back and forth.
Pylasar says, "Just...don't run. We'll face it, it'll be okay."
Pylasar nods at Raelee.
Speaking to Raelee, Greganth says, "Says the man who can step through time."
Speaking slowly to Pylasar, Raelee says, "... I was not going to run."
Greganth glances at Pylasar.
Pylasar asks, "We can always just hand over blood mages and Rekarth right?"
Stormyrain wrinkles her nose.
Pylasar exclaims, "I kid I kid!"
Pylasar giggles.
Stormyrain can offer Pylasar only a blank expression.
Pylasar says, "I meant BLOOD oranges."
Svantai asks, "Can we at least hand over Rekarth?"
Sarvia gazes in amusement at Pylasar.
Speaking to Pylasar, Sarvia says, "You are a funny man."
Speaking to Pylasar, Raelee says, "Oranges do not grow well in this climate."
Pylasar asks, "Blood orange is the new black...apple?"
Pylasar exclaims, "Well then!"
Pylasar says, "I better go find some suitable clothing."
Speaking to Pylasar, Raelee says, "I suggest one of the proper blue robes."
Falvicar tilts his head toward Pylasar, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
Falvicar agrees with Pylasar.
Greganth asks, "Know anything of an Order of the Blade, buncha Ronan zealots from down south?"
Greganth cocks his head at Pylasar.
Pylasar says, "Order of the Knight's Blade..."
Pylasar says, "Hmm...."
Falvicar nods at Pylasar.
You nod at Pylasar.
Pylasar says, "Sounds familiar, heard it once in Immuron I think."
Pylasar says, "Don't know much else."
Pylasar says, "Nice ring to it."
Falvicar ponders.
Pylasar says, "Horrible assassins, if so."
Pylasar asks, "What kind of assassins announce themselves openly, or hold masquerade balls?"
Pylasar gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
Pylasar asks, "Too soon?"
Pylasar giggles.
Sarvia begins chuckling at Pylasar!
Greganth chuckles.
Speaking quietly to Greganth, Falvicar asks, "See?"
Puptilian stares at Pylasar.
Greganth says, "Asked and answered."
Falvicar grins at Greganth.
Roelaren says, "Crafty ones."
Pylasar says, "Good point."
Pylasar nods at Roelaren.
Goldstr says, "A Grishom type a assassin."
Speaking to Falvicar, Greganth says, "Its a pretty nifty name, for assassins. I would do that, come in say hey I am with so n so, we been looking for you. Now you die."
Bristenn fades in from invisibilty.
Falvicar shrugs at Greganth.
Speaking quietly to Greganth, Falvicar says, "That'd be one tough assassin to publicly announce and have Mohrgan and I together to fight against."
Pylasar says, "Be ready."
Pylasar nods at Raelee.
Pylasar says, "I doubt they bring any good news for either of us."
Speaking quietly to Greganth, Falvicar says, "But I do appreciate and understand my friend."
Speaking carefully to Pylasar, Raelee says, "... I will be."
Pylasar says, "Now then...."
Speaking carefully to Pylasar, Raelee asks, "Have you... have you heard anything from The Swale?"
Pylasar says, "No, but we're ABOUT too in a few days."
You ask, "So its Swale related?"
Pylasar says, "Hmm...."
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
Pylasar nods to you.
Pylasar says, "Members from the Swale, yes."
Speaking quietly to Greganth, Falvicar says, "The flashing silver star and the way he showed himself from behing Seomanthe 's shadows is similiar to what I've see from m' Lady Chaeye and Llumen."
You nod slowly at Falvicar.
Speaking to Falvicar, Greganth says, "Worst case scenario, with his Favor the Winter lady will send you both back. You will be fine, I am sure of it."
Speaking to Falvicar, Seomanthe says, "Tell him next time to use the stairs like a reglar person, a jumpier person woulda stabbed him."
Pylasar leaps up, his mantle spilling outward like a dress, and he lands on top of the misty sheering sword, balancing awkwardly on one foot. He crouches, putting his weight onto the sword, and it bends towards the ground. With a loud YEE-HAW, he leaps up, using the sword to propel into the night!
Puptilian gazes up into the heavens.
You gaze up into the heavens.
Bristenn glances dubiously up.
Roelaren grins.
Stormyrain slowly empties her lungs.
Raelee walks over to the chair and settles down.
You feel at full magical power again.
Bristenn disparagingly comments, "Bother, that."
Ridic smirks.
Speaking quietly to Seomanthe, Falvicar says, "I'll suggest it."
Speaking to Raelee, Puptilian asks, "Look at it this way...as long as the dont bring a lot of wood or a lot of rope...what could be so bad?"
Sareyna shivers suddenly, her eyes glazing over briefly.
Speaking to Puptilian, Stormyrain offers, "Glass coffins?"
Speaking quietly to herself, Raelee says, "I am fine."
Speaking to Puptilian, Raelee says, "They would not use wood and rope for us."
Falvicar shivers suddenly, his eyes glazing over briefly.
Falvicar shudders.
You glance at Falvicar.
Speaking to Falvicar, you ask, "More often now?"
Falvicar uncomfortably says, "Cold....."
You rub Falvicar tenderly.
You hug Falvicar, who wraps you in a warm embrace.
Raelee glances at Bristenn.
Bristenn cocks his head at Raelee.
Seomanthe says, "Yuah, that's what he said."
Greganth says, "Or assassins."
Speaking quietly to Bristenn, Raelee says, "I may require... a favor."
Speaking quietly to Bristenn, Raelee says, "We can discuss it later."
Speaking politely to Raelee, Bristenn replies, "At your service, Magister Svala."
Bristenn forcefully crosses one arm over his chest, and offers Raelee a formal bow.
Bristenn lifts his chin slightly and, in a display of solidarity, taps his fist against his chest twice in quick succession.
Speaking carefully to Bristenn, Raelee says, "... of course."
You say, "Tis Swale related and those guards were talking of masked golems and the demonwall."
You ponder.
Bristenn offhandedly mentions, "Also, the Night's Blade. Ronanite order, prevalent in the south along the borderlands, known for their hunting of Sheruvian cults and the restoration of holy sites."
Falvicar nods to Bristenn in greeting.
Greganth looks thoughtfully at Bristenn.
Bristenn slowly reasons, "Closely aligned with the Order of Voln in Elstreth."
Speaking to Falvicar, Greganth says, "Maybe they are gonna give you guys a washing bucket and let you in the temple down south."
Speaking to Greganth, Svantai asks, "No need to be so paranoid now?"
You nod slowly at Bristenn.
You grin at Greganth.
Speaking quietly to Bristenn, Raelee says, "Elstreth."
Speaking to Bristenn, Raelee says, "... I could go there."
Bristenn simply agrees, "Hot, dry. Banners of black and white and the golden ram."
Speaking to Bristenn, Raelee says, "The banners do not matter so much."
Falvicar nods.
Speaking to Bristenn, Raelee says, "... but I did appreciate the climate."
Speaking to Falvicar, you say, "Let us take our leave then."
Speaking wryly to Raelee, Bristenn offers, "What of the Bannermen like me you'll run into?"
Speaking noncommittally to Raelee, Bristenn teases, "It'll be just like home."
Speaking quietly to Greganth, Falvicar says, "We'll see. I'm getting a lil sleepy so forgive me."
Bristenn appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Speaking to Bristenn, Raelee says, "I lived there for near seven years."

You say, "Good night, All."

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-- Regwen

A silver glow surrounds Regwen briefly.

Lheren says, "The Lord of Night has heard you, it seems."

Pylasar says, "Horrible assassins, if so."
*Pylasar asks, "What kind of assassins announce themselves openly, or hold masquerade balls?"*
Pylasar gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
Pylasar asks, "Too soon?"
Pylasar giggles.
Sarvia begins chuckling at Pylasar!
Greganth chuckles.
Speaking quietly to Greganth, Falvicar asks, "See?"
Puptilian stares at Pylasar.
Greganth says, "Asked and answered."
Falvicar grins at Greganth.
Roelaren says, "Crafty ones."
Pylasar says, "Good point."
Pylasar nods at Roelaren.
Goldstr says, "A Grishom type a assassin."

**

You wound me, Pylasar. I weep.

Okay, no, not really, that was funny. It's nice to see what I miss.

Thanks for sharing the logs. Of course, my terrible assassin will be none-the-wiser, but I will try to be around for the weekend's fun stuff to watch. :-)

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~ Bill, Coyote.

The best government is a benevolent tyranny tempered by an occasional assassination.
~ Voltaire