Game: Planehopping

Elecia raises an eyebrow. "The onus placed upon us by our patrons? I just hate feeling like I'm losing a friend. I have few enough of them without letting go the ones I have." She sighs as though trying to banish those thoughts.

"As to those things, I can't say I fully trust them either. And that riven creature..." She shudders, unable to think of it. "I wish I had your confidence in dealing with them. It takes all my strength just to stand there when I see one, they frighten me almost beyond reason. I wish they would be a little more straightforward about what they want with us but, at the same time, I suspect a part of me is much happier not knowing."

Elecia stretches and looks around the room to make sure Pasha hasn't come down yet before she speaks.

"I wonder how they'll react to what happened to Lucius. If the riven pays them another visit with him in that state..."

Elecia watches Sakor, concerned by the dark train of his thoughts. "I almost hope you're right. I would rather believe that all this came about through the machinations of higher powers than by pure chance alone. But all Barbello would have succeeded in doin is weakening us as a group and reducing our chances of sorting out this mess with the modrons."

"No, as much as I'd like to blame this on the fowl, I don't think they can have been behind it. I fear Colopitiron like nothing else but I have to believe, somehow, that he has my interests at heart - even if just a little - because the alternative is not something I want to consider. Even a pawn has its value and I think perhaps that I'd rather put up with the attentions of the fowl than be oblivious to this whole situation."

Sakor watches Elecia get up and leave. Casting spurious looks around the common room for a moment to make sure no one is watching him, the Arcane disciple reaches into his robes and removes the crystal ball he stole from Valran's scrying chamber.

Sakor looks into the orb and focuses on his connection with his dead deity and trys to scry on his body, adrift on the Astral Plane.

Elecia nods to Pasha, trying to hide her concern and heads downstairs. Seeing that Sakor is busy she heads outside for some fresh air.

Stupid double post.

"Good morning boy."

Nexx runs a clawed hand over his friend's furry head.

Nexx wrinkles his bearlike nose in a perplexed look.

"Stable boy! Was there a fire here?"

"Hold still, I'm not going to hurt you."

The ursine druid reaches forth a claw and calls upon his Bead of Healing to restore the boy's arm and heal his burns.

"Now, go and fetch your Master. I've paid to stable my mount here only to find him driven out by that firehooved nuisance."

Sakor shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the divine fog that invariably follows touching Gersa's mind. The arcane disciple glares at the table top, his teeth bared in frustration, "Shrowding his body, pillaging his divine essence. Bastards." Bringingh is fist down on the table, the bowl jumps and comes down slopping left-over oatmeal.

"Damn it, I'm pulled in five different directions."

Sakor blinks and looks up at Pasha, Hearing the shattered pottery, Sakor raises his eyebrow. Not letting his own troubles affect the troubled woman, the arcane disciple nudges his staff and wills the oatmeal to clean itself up. Sakor reaches out and picks up the various bits tied together, peering closely.

"My first guess would be that this is an group of portal keys, each specific to one portal, a chain of portals you will have to take to get from one place to another. Do you have any idea where these keys were supposed to get you? There are many portals out there, but I'm not sure if I can pin them down without knowing your destination."

Sakor jumps a bit seeing the innkeeper slam out of the kitchen. Grabbing his staff, Sakor rises and follows the bard.

*Pasha nods at Sakor*
We'll discuss it later. Let's go see what's going on back there.

*Pasha draws her scimitar and goes to the kitchen, listening for any arguments or other noises of something that scared the innkeeper upstairs.*

Sakor follows Pasha into the kitchen and begins quiet whispers in a tongue not unlike Auran. Weaving his hands, soft winds began to blow about the arcane disciple's feet. Completing the spell, the arcane disciple wills himself a few inches off the ground.

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In a low voice, the arcane disciple grips his staff and whispers to Pasha,"Can you see anything?"

"Of those injuries I believe that you are far more wounded than I. I suggest that you take your firey little pony out of here before it burns the inn to the ground. Since you've had to borrow your companion's spare suit of armor I doubt you have the platinum to pay for such a loss."

Elecia heads towards the sound of trouble

((to the kitchen if I didn't make it outside but presumably to the stable if I was outside and saw Nexx and his new friends going in there ))

Sakor grins at the beautiful woman, his eyes sparkling with magic. Opening his mouth, issuing the honeyed words he learned from Nemamiah, Sakor decides to create some trouble, "Ah, 'tis rare to see such a pretty face this far from Aphrodite’s Realm. Unfortunately, I seek not to woo you, but to save my friend from doing something stupid. Knowing why you were here would go a long ways to being about to formulate an excuse to get him, and us, out of here."

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((OCC: Did she resist my suggestion? She didn't say why she was here. Or was my suggestion just poorly worded?))

"Oh, so you two are just errand boys, I figured that anyone who had a nightmare for a mount would know better than this foolishness. So lets go have a chat with the 'Lord'. I'm sure he'll be most interested in hearing about how his lackeys put his mount in a flammable building so it could burn down on top of her. I'm also sure the 'Lord' will be most forgiving of your incompetence."

(here's my roll.) (what I do will be based on when i go.)

(( W00T!!!!!! ))

*Pasha acts like she's obeying the command of the redheaded diva-wannabe and steps out of the kitchen around a corner. She closes her eyes and concentrates and then stands a little straighter and grips her sword a little more confidently.*

((Spell-like ability: Bull's Strength))

Elecia softly asks aeapas to fly up above the area between kitchen and stable to get a better view. With her back pressed to the wall, she quietly mutters the words to a spell, hoping not to be noticed.

((Greater Invisibility))

With the casting finished, Elecia steps around the corner and towards the figures talking to Nexx.

((I'm done any chance of a map maybe?))