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Post by Brother Strange on Apr 25, 2004 18:19:40 GMT
I cannot sleep, that much is true.
As to whether I need to...
*Brother Strange leaves the sentence unfinished. For a moment his eyes convey the hunted look of a man who is always awake, always battling with his own demons, with no respite and no rest. Then, the unreadabnle blankness of his look returns.*
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Post by Tom Troughton on Apr 25, 2004 18:28:40 GMT
*Tom decides to leave the subject alone.* "Well Gentalmen I fear I must bid you aduie. It is late and I have a feeling I will soon be needed else were." *Tom stands up and walks towards the door.* "Goodnight my freinds. Farewell and fair chance to you all." *With that Tom is gone into the night.* [ModNote: Tom is next seen here.] |
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Post by Young Grimwold on Apr 25, 2004 21:33:15 GMT
Farewell, Tom. And thanks for your company.
Brother Strange, as I recall, you requested 'lodging for three men for two days' when we arrived at the Inn. Is this room sufficient for all those present? Or should one or other of us... withdraw?
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Post by Hordriss de Confuseur on Apr 25, 2004 23:55:27 GMT
There is little need, Young Grimwold, one has every desire to withdraw, one needs in any case to return briefly to one's more permanent lodgings quite far away.... at last one feels sufficiently rested to use one's powers of teleportation.... In addition, one must prepare for a guest, you may remember that SUCCOUR spell which one gave to Miss Julia? Should it be activated she may be bourne to one's study and it would not do to be unprepared... one will check on her in the morning perhaps... But now one bids you good people goodnight, tiredness does afflict one from time to time.... one feels that the night has been most.... enlightening... and hopeful too... *Hordriss looks as if he is about to say something else, then merely smiles, whispers something in cod latin, and fades away* [ModNote: Hordriss is next seen here.] |
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Post by Brother Strange on Apr 26, 2004 14:23:15 GMT
It appears we have two rooms between two. I shall take the other, smaller room. Goodnight, Grimwold. *Exeunt Brother Strange* [ModNote: Brother Strange reenters in An Unholy Alliance.] |
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Post by Young Grimwold on Apr 29, 2004 21:41:32 GMT
[OOC: I believe, in fact, that FrightKnight is still with us. Also, 'exeunt' is for a plural departure; it's 'exit' when only one character leaves. Minor point!] Goodnight, Brother Strange. Thank you for your company, and your candid storytelling; we'll meet again out in the village, I hope. *YG looks over at FrightKnight, who has been asleep for a while. No doubt FK will be fully healed from his exertions at the Forge by the time he wakes.* Tomorrow... some jobhunting to help pay for things. A stroll upriver. Maybe a drink? *This forward planning doesn't work; YG finds himself thinking about the same thing he always thinks about before he falls asleep. Mellisandre. The sound of her talking to him whilst looking at him; her skin. Annoyed at his lapse in restraint, YG thinks instead of the stories he's heard. The changing rhythms of the narrators' voices as they revealed their changing fortunes...* *Fatigue wins, cooling the melting pot of thought and feeling that has bubbled incessantly within the ogre's head for days. YG is asleep.* [OOC: Maybe this should be the close of this fascinating thread... unless any character plans to sleepwalk, or have a dream sequence, or similar? We could all leave the bedrooms/Inn in our own time, as new plots present themselves...] [ModNote: Young Grimwold would next appear here.] |
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Post by FrightKnight on May 3, 2004 23:49:22 GMT
*Much as FrightKnight wanted to listen to all the tales, recent events put paid to that. FK's hand injuries still proving painful enough to suggest that a rest would provide a temporary tonic* *Whilst FrightKnight sleeps, an od dream occurs. There is the ringmaster, welcoming students to a school, everybody looking smart and happy. Order, discipline and the opportunity to really gain something useful like spells or money present themselves....FK wakes up. He then realises and whispers...* A spell. What a spell-cast that was. An 'advertisement masquerading as a dream' spell. i got those before when Lord Fear was recruiting members for the Opposition. This school sounds intriguing. [ModNote: FrightKnight would appear next in A Calling.] |
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