Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

"It's like she got alcohol inside that thing. Should we have Stephanie give her more eli-i... uh... the potion thingy that isn't a potion?"

OOC: At your own risk.

 

OOC: WAT SHE KNOWS THE WORD POTION?! WHAT IS THIS NEW DEVILRY?!

 

"I'm not sure. Besides, I think Stephanie is pretty depressed right now." Artemis says, looking over at Stephanie.

Abigail continues scribbling in her notebook.

 

"So... I was told that there might be hope for my kind. How would you react if an entire council came?"

OOC:
Ihra remembers:
Water
Poison
Potion

Knows but can't always remember:
Milk
Elixir

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Ihra walks towards Stephanie.
"Are you okay? What happened?"

 

"I'm fine..." Stephanie says, sighing.

 

"You don't look fine. Are you hurt? Can I heal you? Help you with a potion? Help you go back home?"

 

"No it's...nothing. I'm not hurt, and you don't like golems who I make potions with." Stephanie says in a monotone voice.

 

OOC: Where did she get milk from?! Also, don't forget 'Flower Water'.

"An entire council? How big is the council? And... well, it would depend on several things. While I wouldn't mind if they came, there definitely are some people in the Darklands who wouldn't trust them. As for the other kingdoms... I'm not sure about Brisingr, but Gargantuan didn't like the sight of Ihra and Vesius alone... they aren't going to be happy about a council. But I guess it does depend a lot on where you plan to go to. What sort of place do you like?"

 

"I'm sorry."
Ihra guiltily walks back towards Rineth.
"I want to help..."
"Sometimes the best way to help someone is to give them space."
"Okay... I guess."

OOC: Milk from cookies.
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"The council has a few dozen draconians. Maybe sixty? I caught word that one of the Timekeeper Elders came here. As for habitat, I'm not picky. Just not freezing."

 

Abigail pounces on Ihra.

"H333333y Ihra!" Abigail says oddly.

 

Abigail lands on Rineth's tail. Ihra flinches.
"Hi?"

 

Abigail gets up and smiles.

"I f33l purrfect! Do you f33l purrfect Ihra?" Abigail says excitedly; the cat ears on her helmet twitching.

 

"Are you okay...?"

 

"H33 h33 h33," Abigail chuckles, "I think there is a high pawbability I am fine!"

 

"No you're not."

 

"I f33l purrfect, Ihra!" Abigail says happily.

An arrow clinks off of her helmet.

"Damn it."

 

OOC: She asked someone about how cookies were made? Improvement, I guess.

"That definitely limits the areas down... Forest of Nyme... peaceful, except for the extreme views of certain people... Fellakan plains... too many people... Swamps of Decay... too many monsters and grumpy witches on mushrooms... the coast... lots of roads... the mountains... recently destroyed... Wild Islands... mysterious place which no sane person would go to... that leaves the Lost Kingdom. Well, the ruins are a bit bleak, but they are uninhabited and nobody would want to go there. There a peaceful lake with healing powers and overgrown bushes. Other than that, Reflet or Keila might be able to allow them to live there... but the only safe place I can guarantee is the Lost Kingdom."

 

"You're not."

"They landed in Brisingr. We'll try there first."

 

Abigail giggles, "Purrhaps you're not fine?" She says excitedly.

 

"Ok, we should go to Brisingr then. You may need all the help you can get to integrate sixty draconians into our world."
The seal starts glowing.
A few seconds later, we are standing outside the rocky temple in the Shrouded Peaks where we were earlier.