Session XV - Shining Darkness

Organiser's Comment

Hehe.

Fun session, albeit, a little cruel and twisted to our "favourite" characters. Oh and not to mention, we had our first serious, meaningful debate somewhere down there.

Plot Summary

The group are being chased through a forest. The 'train has been abandoned and briefly camouflaged. They are being chased by the Dark Army. They are finding very few places to run to when Foilae uncovers a small tunnel, the group quickly rush down it. They emerge in another forest, but it seems quite different, they find a path and follow it along when suddenly a female figure bursts out from under a bush to the side and disappears across the way, without spotting the group. This figure is Ariea. The group are unsurprisingly taken back by this and chase the path along. They come onto a beautiful house in the middle of nowhere. Shandor and Ariea chase each other through the bushes, deliriously happy, and unaware of the group. The group finally make it clear that they exist. The two seem unfazed and invite the group in for lunch. Ariea says she survived the fall, and Shandor found her, then they just decided to come here.

The two of them go off to pick some rare fruit and the group have a discussion on what to do. Shandor seems happy, but deluded, and the group are trying to decide whether to break Shandor's happiness in place of the truth.

The decision, however, is ultimately made for them. The Dark Army has caught up and assault the house, one breaks into a room that was locked and breaks a table and the magical devices that were on it. Shandor is desperately trying to stop them, but fails. His carefully crafted illusion falls apart. The house and forest become a large, dark cave. Shandor sprints away from the group before they can stop him and disappears again.

Full Log (See Below for 'The Best of the Rest')

<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' III ~ ‘Shining Darkness’ >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

<@Narrator> The day is rather bright, it is quite early in the morning and the sun is shining on a small forest near the base of a cliff.

<@Narrator> The group are moving quickly through said forest, without the 'train and with very little supplies. The 'train had been abandoned in an old, barren path that ended deep in the forest. The group had disguised it as quickly as possible before running away. The whole reason for this is a legion of troops chasing them.

<@Narrator> They are the same figures who attacked the 'train when they fled north from the temple. They have found the group again and are hunting them down.

øùú Faelnon ducks a few low-hanging branches as he runs along. The forest is quite varied, creating large ditches and indents in the ground. Roots have burst up through the ground over time and provide another obstacle.

øùú Foilae chases after Faelnon, trying to tread where he treads.

øùú Varadrion moves as quickly and quietly as possible behind Faelnon

øùú Calaryn tries to keep the fast tempo

øùú Tengu follows Faelnon's steps a distance behind.

øùú Varadrion asks to no-one in particular "Do we know how close they are?"

øùú Faelnon trips on a root and tumbles down into a smaller ditch.

øùú Foilae shakes his head at Varadrion.

øùú Foilae grabs Faelnon by the shoulder and hauls him to his feet, panting he says, 'I wasn't designed for this. Well, maybe I was a hundred and twenty years ago.'

øùú Tengu notes, 'I thought your kin feels at home in the forest.'

øùú Foilae can see the cliff face to his left as he runs.

øùú Foilae wheezes, 'A lot of my kin happen to be a lot younger than I.'

øùú Varadrion holds his arm out to Foilae "Hang on, and I'll help you move quicker"

øùú Foilae asks, 'By dragging me along?'

øùú Varadrion says "It's not exactly dragging"

øùú Isondil continues running catching up to Varadrion and Foilae

øùú Foilae coughs, 'Good as.'

øùú Varadrion says "Complain, or accept help, it's your choice"

øùú Calaryn tries to smile

øùú Foilae swings on a low hanging branch into a large sunken area surrounded by mounds of earth and roots, save for the cliff face.

øùú Varadrion says to Foilae "I'm sure you'd rather be dragged then face whatever those troops would do to us"

øùú Faelnon manages to copy Foilae's action and is rather surprised that Foilae remained standing when he hit the ground.

øùú Varadrion drops down behind them

øùú Faelnon looks around, panting as he looks, 'Where now?'

øùú Foilae says, 'Where were they coming from?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'I don't know, I think they were coming from all around.'

øùú Varadrion sighs and pats his sword "This is going to get interesting"

øùú Foilae adds a random comment of, 'I hope the 'train makes it through okay.'

øùú Faelnon sighs, 'I don't think there is a place we can hide or escape.'

øùú Tengu winces as another branch lashes his face, 'Hope it's hard the same way for our pursuers...'

øùú Varadrion asks "So what do you suggest?"

øùú Foilae sighs and nods, shuffling over to the cliff to sit on a rock. He notices a large bush beside him.

øùú Foilae says, 'We could stay and sleep for a while?'

øùú Varadrion rolls his eyes

øùú Isondil continues to run quietly

øùú Faelnon says, 'Sounds rather drastic...'

øùú Calaryn says 'be my guest'

<@Narrator> OOC Yes! Isondil is finally leaving us. Maybe he can run into the troops and die... *points to Foilae sitting on a rock*

øùú Varadrion says to Faelnon "We'd better think of something"

øùú Foilae says, 'Hmm...'

øùú Foilae shoves some of the bush away, it reveals a rather narrow tunnel, 'Hey, I think we've just found a hiding place.'

øùú Foilae says, 'It might work, you can't see it unless you are up close...'

øùú Varadrion says "Then get in"

øùú Isondil peers into the tunnel

øùú Foilae goes inside quickly.

øùú Faelnon follows.

øùú Cyria follows the others

øùú Isondil follows Faelnon into the tunnel

øùú Tengu looks back and makes his way inside.

øùú Calaryn follows

øùú Varadrion looks around quickly, and steps inside the tunnel

øùú Foilae moves at a slightly less brisk pace, feeling a bit safer.

øùú Varadrion follows behind the group

<@Narrator> The tunnel seems to stretch on forever, with several narrow twists and turns. It, however, does not seem to go up or down. Finally, the end is within sight, it looks quite bright at the end, it seems the tunnel doesn't lead to a cave, but the other side of the cliff?

øùú Faelnon gets outside, 'Ah, sunlight again...'

<@Narrator> The area is covered with more trees, of many varieties, including several ones with ripe looking fruit.

øùú Calaryn looks around 'where are we?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'I have no idea...'

øùú Isondil blinks as he emerges from the cave

øùú Varadrion groans as he enters the light again

øùú Faelnon sighs and leans against a tree, 'I think we may have lost the troops.'

øùú Varadrion says "Not with out luck"

øùú Tengu walks outside and flexes.

øùú Foilae asks, 'What if the troops are here, too?'

øùú Faelnon thinks for a moment, 'If I remember most of the turns, they led away from the troops and the other forest.'

øùú Cyria says, "It looks peaceful enough, and there are no troops in sight"

øùú Foilae begins down what appears to be some sort of naturally made path, a slight gorge, lined on either side with trees and bushes.

øùú Isondil sits down beside a tree

øùú Faelnon nods in agreement with Cyria and follows Foilae finally.

øùú Varadrion follows Foilae

øùú Calaryn follows the group

øùú Faelnon looks up, 'Did you hear that?'

øùú Calaryn looks up 'Hear what?'

øùú Foilae listens for a moment, then he hears it, a giggle, 'Yeah...'

øùú Isondil yawns and follows quickly

øùú Varadrion looks around

<@Narrator> Suddenly, the bush about ten metres ahead and to the left of the group rustles. A young looking elf emerges from the bush, she has long golden blonde hair, emerald green eyes. She is medium height, and is the one who giggled. She doesn't spot the group as she disappears on the other side of the gorge, but she is unmistakably the elf the group knew as Ariea.

øùú Faelnon looks wide-eyed as the elf disappears, 'That-'

øùú Foilae continues, shocked, 'was-'

øùú Faelnon finishes, 'Ariea?'

øùú Calaryn looks at the group 'd-d-did you all see that?'

øùú Foilae says, 'Ariea.'

øùú Faelnon asks again, after a slight pause, 'Ariea?'

øùú Isondil looks open mouthed at where the elf was

øùú Foilae nods slowly, 'Ariea.'

øùú Cyria looks around nervously

øùú Varadrion stands silently, looking confused

øùú Faelnon chases after her, but he cannot find her when he pushes the bushes back. He says, 'What should we do?'

øùú Varadrion says to him "We saw her fall... we should keep going"

øùú Calaryn stands there speechless

øùú Faelnon says, 'But....'

øùú Isondil stands stunned looking at each member of the group

øùú Varadrion turns to Faelnon and says "You saw the same thing we all did, lets go"

øùú Faelnon says, 'You seem rather calm, would you like to share your explanation?'

øùú Tengu stands motionless for a few seconds, then says, 'The skies rain blood, the dead roam the land...'

øùú Varadrion says "She’s dead, that’s the only explanation I have, and we have seen stranger things.."

øùú Isondil says 'I agree with Varadrion it could be a trick for all we know'

øùú Faelnon turns to look where she disappeared through the bushes and stares dumb-founded.

øùú Calaryn shakes her head and looks at the group

øùú Foilae looks around before looking at the ground, he quickly notices something, 'There are fresh footprints here, they might lead somewhere. Somewhere with answers?'

øùú Faelnon nods and begins down the path, slightly faster.

øùú Isondil sighs loudly and walks after Faelnon

øùú Calaryn follows still quite stunned

øùú Foilae follows, his head flicking from one side of the gorge to the other.

øùú Tengu touches the branches, as if checking that they are real, and follows.

<@Narrator> The path comes to a dead end, there are a few rows of trees and a clearing beyond.

øùú Faelnon quickly goes through the trees.

øùú Faelnon pauses at the edge, and looks around for any trouble.

øùú Isondil passes through the trees and into the clearing

øùú Faelnon grabs Isondil by the collar and pulls him back, in case there is any danger.

øùú Tengu comes close to the trees and steps forward with caution.

øùú Isondil massages his neck as Faelnon pulls him backwards

øùú Tengu stops behind Faelnon.

<@Narrator> In the clearing there is a large building. It is constructed of white stone and is quite beautiful from the outside. The entrance is two large doors with a large balcony (supported by what appears to be marble pillars) over-head.

<@Narrator> Ariea appears from the right of the group, she looks behind her, doesn't spot what she thought she would and heads towards the house at a light jog. Suddenly a figure emerges from a bush a few metres away from where Ariea emerged. He locks an arm around her waist and swings her around, chuckling, 'You nearly made it.'

<@Narrator> She grins back at him, 'I thought I'd go easy on you.'

<@Narrator> 'Easy, huh? I went hunting fruit,' he jerks his thumb behind him, 'A bit back there there's a banana tree, the fruit is just perfect.' He pauses for a second, 'Well, I'm guessing it was a banana tree.'

<@Narrator> The male elf talking is quite clearly Shandor. The two still haven't noticed the group.

øùú Faelnon is staring, shocked silent, at the pair.

øùú Isondil looks at Shandor and Ariea open mouthed

øùú Mihndrid stands quietly behind the group, eyes wide.

øùú Shandor says, 'I was thinking I could whip up a salad quickly, I noticed that the flower beds out back are in bloom, would be a nice place to eat...'

øùú Calaryn stands there speechless once again

øùú Mihndrid looks to the others, thinking is all a bit -too- strange. Why hadn't they noticed them, anyway?

øùú Ariea nods, as she finally breaks free of Shandor's grip and heads towards the building, 'Mmm, sounds lovely.'

øùú Faelnon decides to say something before they go inside, 'Huh?!'

øùú Foilae looks at Faelnon, in awe of his linguistic skills.

øùú Shandor stops and looks behind him, 'Faelnon?'

øùú Mihndrid raises an eyebrow at Faelnon.

øùú Ariea swivels around on her heel, 'Foilae?'

øùú Shandor says, 'Everyone?'

øùú Cyria scratches her head, "This just keeps getting weirder and weirder"

øùú Foilae says, 'Er, hi?'

øùú Shandor smiles broadly, 'Hey, it's so good to see you guys. How have you- no, never mind, we'll talk about that inside. I was just making lunch, would you like some?'

øùú Mihndrid smirks, "That's very cute."

øùú Calaryn nods while scratching her head

øùú Faelnon looks at Foilae, slightly baffled, but he nods and say, 'Yes please.'

øùú Cyria says, "As long as your cooking and not Ariea"

øùú Isondil says rather awkwardly 'Hi'

øùú Ariea smiles, 'Don't worry, I ran out of my supply of poisons.'

øùú Tengu whispers, 'Living Ariea, kind Shandor... Looks strange.'

øùú Ariea smiles again, turning to Foilae, 'Foilae, how long has it been?'

øùú Foilae says, unsure of what on earth could possibly be going on, 'Too long.'

øùú Calaryn walks up to Shandor and examines him

øùú Isondil grins and whispers back to Tengu 'There's definitely something wrong'

øùú Mihndrid looks up at Tengu as he whispers, but doesn't say anything.

øùú Shandor stands there politely wondering if Calaryn has never seen him before.

øùú Ariea smiles and rocks on her feet for a few moments before saying, 'So... will we be going inside at any point?'

øùú Shandor says, 'Of course, come on.' He turns and heads towards the house.

øùú Isondil looks at Ariea still completely shocked

øùú Ariea tries to control a giggle at the fact everyone is so shocked looking, 'I know, the new hair style just doesn't work for him, but I've been too nice to mention it.'

øùú Ariea heads after Shandor

øùú Mihndrid follows after them, apparently no longer very puzzled. After all, didn't they say Shandor had died and come back to life before? This shouldn't be too different.

øùú Faelnon quite literally doesn't move a muscle for a few seconds, 'What in Tarkna?'

øùú Tengu looks at the building, 'I'll gladly listen to any suggestions.'

øùú Isondil stands still and looks around nervously before walking towards the building

øùú Calaryn follows the rest

<@Narrator> The inside is quite spectacular, the main hall is one broad rectangle, there is a large arched doorway into a elegant living room decorated with a couch, a small table and a few bookcases along the inside wall. The outside wall is a series of wall-height windows, then a curved pillar which goes onto a semi-circle of windows which lets light flood in. The semi-circle area sectioned off by two pillars at either side is a large, comfortable looking, seat.

<@Narrator> The main hall is rather bare. Next to the living room is closed door, next to that is an open door leading to a wonderfully furbished kitchen. On the other side of the kitchen wall, there are several more doors, one leads to a conservatory, one to a study which leads, in turn, to a large library. There is a staircase up to a balcony that covers three of the four sides. One door is open, the others are closed.

øùú Shandor disappears into the kitchen, but after he remembers the bananas he picked were still outside. He heads back outside, collects the basket, then finally returns to disappear into the kitchen.

øùú Ariea leads the group into the living room, pretty much everything is white, except for the large seat under the semi-circular window, which is a light blue.

øùú Ariea says, 'Take a seat. How are you all?'

øùú Mihndrid follows after Ariea, not particularly concerned about much. Giving her a polite smile, Mihndrid seats herself in one of the plain white chairs.

øùú Rue turns around and blinks at the group, obviously as bewildered as they are having arrived only a little while before they had.

øùú Isondil says nothing and does not take a seat looking quite pale

øùú Mihndrid says, "I suspect we're all quite alright. Except a little confused, I'd assume."

øùú Ariea looks at them, perplexed, 'Why?'

øùú Mihndrid smiles, "Because you were, apparently, dead, and Shandor had run off not long after you died."

øùú Calaryn sits down

øùú Tengu bows and takes a seat, not looking alarmed, nor relaxed.

øùú Ariea nods, and smiles, 'Ah, now there's a tale to tell.'

øùú Mihndrid continues, "And yet here you are."

øùú Mihndrid says, "Then I'm sure you'll oblige us by telling it."

øùú Ariea begins to tell, 'Well, I saw that something had taken over Shandor, so I couldn't force him to hurt me, so I choose to fall off. Only, I fell into the moat, which is surprisingly deeper than I thought.'

øùú Ariea says, 'When Shandor ran away, he ran into me, I was lying on the edge of the moat, I must have passed out or something. Anyway, we decided to come here. It's really beautiful, don't you think?'

øùú Mihndrid nods quietly, "Yes, very lovely. But why didn't you come and find us? We were so worried..."

øùú Isondil stands nonplussed listening to Ariea's story

øùú Ariea shrugs, 'We just thought that we would come here.'

øùú Mihndrid nods again and says patiently, "You didn't expect you'd come looking for us at all?"

øùú Tengu asks politely, 'You decided... Decided to come where? What is this place?'

øùú Calaryn says ‘And what about us?’

øùú Ariea turns to Mihndrid and shrugs politely. She then turns to Calaryn, 'You lot were fine, you've got Faelnon, and now Foilae.'

øùú Calaryn says just leave us with the thought of u two dead?

øùú Ariea finally turns to Tengu, 'I don't think this place actually has a name. It is just a place. A very pretty place.'

øùú Rue says nothing, her jaw hanging open in pure bewilderment.

øùú Ariea smiles, 'Silly Calaryn, we were never dead.' She pauses, 'I'm sorry if any of you thought that...'

øùú Mihndrid smiles softly, "Ariea, the point of us being fine is probably not what we want to know. I, for one, am a smidge curious if either of you cared..."

øùú Isondil sits down slowly

øùú Ariea says, 'Of course we cared, we still do. We just-' she shrugs '-really wanted to come here. So we did.'

øùú Mihndrid sighs, deciding not to pursue the subject.

øùú Rue 's face begins to grow darker, anger boiling over worry in her silence.

øùú Foilae asks, 'Could I get a drink?'

øùú Ariea nods, 'Of course, just go into the kitchen and ask Shandor for one.'

øùú Foilae nods and stands up. He crosses the room and goes outside. The door that was the one to the kitchen has been closed, and Foilae is unsure which of the two it is. He tries the one closer to the living room, but just as he goes to touch the handle, the kitchen door swings open.

øùú Shandor comes out with a tray of various foods, he spots Foilae at the door, suddenly, a look of coldness crosses his features, 'What are you doing?'

øùú Foilae says, 'Just looking for the kitchen, which, apparently, is there.' He smiles.

øùú Shandor pauses for a moment before smiling too, 'Ah, okay, help yourself to anything in there.'

øùú Foilae nods and thanks Shandor before entering the kitchen.

øùú Ariea says, 'How have you all been anyway?'

øùú Mihndrid raises an eyebrow at Ariea.

øùú Rue 's eyes go from Ariea, to Shandor, then to the door handle before going back to Ariea. "Just fine," she replies rather shortly.

øùú Shandor pauses and looks at the two other doorways before using his free hand to remove a small key, he locks the door Foilae was at and heads into the living room.

øùú Shandor comes into the living room and sets the tray on the table, 'Help yourselves.'

øùú Mihndrid looks from Shandor to the tray, and mutters something about not being very hungry.

øùú Ariea helps herself to some food.

øùú Tengu slowly nods at Shandor but doesn't take anything, sitting with eyes semi-shut.

øùú Shandor says, 'You all look...-' he looks at the pale face of Isondil before saying '-...good?'

øùú Rue glares at Shandor, nose turned upwards, mouth in a slight snarl. "I don't think any of us are in the mood to eat." she growls, glaring at Shandor with eyes that could burn a hole in metal.

øùú Isondil sits back and, like Mihndrid, is not very hungry

øùú Shandor looks at Rue, rather surprised.

øùú Mihndrid looks at Rue, silently thanking her for saying it.

øùú Ariea is slightly uncomfortable in the silence, 'So... when did Foilae join up?'

øùú Rue replies, "After you left."

øùú Isondil does not answer still quite unsure about whether this is strictly real

øùú Faelnon looks around at the others, himself having remained perfectly silent, 'Er... not to long, about a week now, would it be?'

øùú Mihndrid adds quietly, "And after the killer ghost incident..."

øùú Shandor overhears Mihndrid, 'Killer ghosts?' He chuckles a bit, 'What have you people been getting up to?'

øùú Rue glares at Shandor, yet again. "Why does it matter?"

øùú Shandor puts his hands up in resignation, 'I was just curious.'

øùú Mihndrid sighs, "Shandor, it seems everyone is suffering from an extreme case of neglect."

øùú Mihndrid says, "We all feel rather...cast aside."

øùú Rue nods in agreement.

øùú Shandor says, 'I don't see why, we made sure that you were okay...'

øùú Rue snorts.

øùú Tengu says, 'Ghosts? Nothing of interest, really. Just some dead coming to life again.' - looks at Ariea.

øùú Isondil looks uneasily at Ariea

øùú Ariea avoids Isondil's look and looks, instead, out the window at the nice day.

øùú Mihndrid says softly, "We're all glad you both are okay, but we're a little upset over the fact that you didn't come to tell us."

øùú Ariea frowns, 'I don't know why we didn't, come to think of it...'

øùú Rue crosses her arms and leans back in her seat, glowering.

øùú Shandor looks around and breathes out, trying to think of a non-why-didn't-you-tell-us topic, 'So, where's the 'train? You haven't gone and destroyed it, have you? We are only allowed so many...'

øùú Mihndrid stays quiet, thinking the attempt at changing the topic to be rather rude.

øùú Faelnon says, at last, 'It's, it's good, not destroyed.'

øùú Rue shifts her glare to Faelnon, irritated with his continuation of the topic change.

øùú Isondil leans back to avoid Rue's glare

øùú Foilae comes out of the kitchen, without any drink, and moves towards the living room, he silently tries to catch Faelnon's attention without anyone else, in particular Shandor and Ariea, noticing.

øùú Faelnon sees this signal and says, 'Well, I think I'll join Foilae and get a drink.'

øùú Faelnon quickly crosses the living room.

øùú Isondil looks at Faelnon rather curiously but dismisses it

øùú Foilae says quietly, 'I think something is wrong.'

øùú Faelnon cocks an eyebrow, 'This occurs to you now?'

øùú Foilae rolls his eyes, 'Oh very hah hah, but seriously; Shandor seemed rather unnerved that I even went near this door.' He puts a hand on the door in question.

øùú Faelnon presses on the handle, locked. He shrugs and says, 'You never know, maybe he is writing one of those stories, and you know how touchy he is about people reading his unfinished work...'

øùú Foilae says, 'Faelnon...'

øùú Faelnon sighs, 'Yeah, I know. I just... I don't know what we should do.'

øùú Rue resigns to glaring at the floor.

øùú Faelnon follows and returns to his seat.

øùú Mihndrid looks up at the two, "Get your drinks?"

øùú Foilae says, 'Er, yeah... decided to drink them in the lovely kitchen Shandor and Ariea have.'

øùú Mihndrid immediately gets the idea that they discovered something else that was wrong, but hastens to make sure she doesn't show it.

øùú Ariea says to Shandor, 'Do you remember those trees that grow over to the east?'

øùú Rue nods, glare slightly softening since her attention has been diverted to her friends, rather than Shandor and Ariea.

øùú Shandor nods, and then nods again, 'Ah, shall we go pick some? I thought them a bit too sweet myself, but-' he shrugs.

øùú Rue looks back over at Shandor and Ariea and...yes...there's the glare again.

øùú Shandor and Ariea scoot out off the room and head out into the trees.

øùú Mihndrid says almost instantly after they leave, "This is all wrong."

øùú Faelnon sighs, 'They've gone...'

øùú Isondil looks from Faelnon to Foilae and seems to see there's something wrong

øùú Rue stands and paces the room, attempting to refrain from throwing something.

øùú Mihndrid says, "Well?"

øùú Foilae asks, trying to confirm their story, 'Was there a moat at the fort?'

øùú Faelnon nods, 'But I would hardly call it deep, it hardly had any water in it at all.'

øùú Foilae says, 'Then logically, it is a fabrication. So what do we think?'

øùú Mihndrid shakes her head, "That can't be then. They're not that -stupid-."

øùú Rue looks over at Faelnon, her fists clenched, doing everything she can to suppress her anger. "So...Ariea probably died then?"

øùú Faelnon nods slowly, 'Yes.'

øùú Isondil says 'then who are these people?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'Shandor does have some proficiency in illusions, he could have created something to create the illusion that she was still with him. It must have destroyed him...'

øùú Mihndrid blinks, "You don't think he'd actually do that, do you?"

øùú Faelnon sighs, 'I don't know...'

øùú Foilae says, 'It could be one of those characters you mention in your letters, what's that one, the one who can become dead people?'

øùú Faelnon nods, 'That's a possibility.'

øùú Mihndrid blinks, confused.

øùú Isondil says 'Well whatever it is we are sure this isn't Ariea?'

øùú Cyria says, "You never know, Shandor has done some weird things, the illusion thing wouldn't be the weirdest"

øùú Faelnon nods to Isondil, 'Unless some god is acting in some very odd manners, that is not Ariea.'

øùú Mihndrid says quietly, "What can we do? We can't just sit here..."

øùú Rue sighs and, as a way of venting her anger, knocks some of the food off of the food tray.

øùú Isondil nods slowly

øùú Mihndrid looks to the food tray and stares at it for a moment before looking expectantly towards Faelnon.

øùú Faelnon sighs again

øùú Tengu comes closer, 'Whoever she is, she looks like Ariea and speaks like Ariea. Any way to prove the opposite?'

øùú Rue huffs and goes over to the window, leaning against the wall, head in her hands.

øùú Mihndrid looks up at Tengu, "That often doesn't prove much these days."

øùú Rue turns around and looks at Tengu. "Find the real Ariea. Or what's left of her."

øùú Calaryn says, 'What if... well, what if we have no right to disturb him?'

øùú Isondil says 'Well until we have definite proof that it isn't Ariea what do you plan to do when the come back?'

øùú Faelnon looks at Calaryn.

øùú Mihndrid nods to Isondil, "Good point. They won't hang around those trees forever."

øùú Calaryn says, 'He looks really happy here, I don't think we have the right to destroy that. You said it yourself, Ariea's death destroyed him, because he killed her. He is going to break down again if this... this world is removed from him. We don't have the right to do that.'

øùú Faelnon looks at Calaryn and pauses, thinking about that.

øùú Mihndrid says softly, "Do you really want to do that to him? If that is an illusion, do you want him to live like that?"

øùú Mihndrid says, "Live in a silly imaginary lie?"

øùú Mihndrid mumbles, trailing off, "He may not have cared about us, but we can still look after him..."

øùú Rue glares at Calaryn, "It's a false happiness. Fabricated. He created it. This isn't a real world, and we do have the right to destroy it."

øùú Faelnon says, 'Hmm...'

øùú Tengu says, 'Wouldn't this beautiful place be destroyed when the End will come?'

øùú Isondil says 'he'll be living in a lie, it would be better for him if we did bring him back to reality

øùú Faelnon says, 'I don't know what is right any more. It could be possible that Shandor is using this as a way to accept the death, or he could be using it as a way to gradually get over it. Of course, Ariea might not be an illusion, it could be 'Death', in which case Shandor is in grave danger.'

øùú Rue continues, "He's going to go mad one way or the other. You're saying that this-" she gestures out the window to the forest "-isn't a product of Shandor slowly caving into insanity?"

øùú Faelnon says, 'I would say it is him suffering escapism. He told me dreams of living out in a place like this a few years ago, when he first bought the shop. If he created the illusion, then he must know it is a lie.'

øùú Mihndrid sighs, "Well, I'm certainly not much of an expert. I haven't known him -that- long after all."

øùú Faelnon rubs his temple with two fingers, 'I don't know...'

øùú Mihndrid pauses and says after a while, "Maybe...we should, you know, ask him?"

øùú Faelnon says, 'There are too many possibilities. I'm not sure if tearing this world away from him suddenly would be good for him, it might push him over into insanity.'

øùú Rue looks at Faelnon, her eyes shifting from a piercing glare to a sad, almost hopeless gaze, "He might have known it was a lie when he made it. He might know it's a lie now...But given time, this world will become so normal to him that he'll begin to forget that he's the one who made it. It will become his reality."

øùú Foilae says, 'What if, gradually, he released himself from it?'

øùú Faelnon turns to Mihndrid, 'I don't know - would we get a straight answer?'

øùú Mihndrid says, "You've been his friend for a long time. I'd try..."

øùú Foilae sighs, 'Poor Shandor, what has he gotten himself into?'

øùú Isondil says to Foilae 'I don't think we have the time to wait and see if he does come to his senses'

øùú Foilae nods, 'Of course.'

øùú Tengu asks, 'Is anyone here skilled in the art of illusions as Shandor is?'

øùú Foilae states, 'I know a bit...'

øùú Calaryn looks at Faelnon 'as Shandor’s old friend, what do you say?'

øùú Faelnon sighs sadly, 'I just don't know. This is certainly the happiest I've seen him in a long while. But it isn't real. Then again, what is? There are so many illusions in the world, maybe it would be simpler for him to just live in this one.'

øùú Mihndrid shakes her head. "No. If its an illusion we positively -cannot- leave him here."

øùú Faelnon continues, 'If we drag him out, and he can't handle it, he won't exactly be a lot of use to us.' He sighs again, 'I'm sorry if this sounds cruel, but...'

øùú Mihndrid says, "So you want to leave him here to exist and slowly die in his false happiness? My god, I thought you two were friends..."

øùú Faelnon turns to Mihndrid, 'Why not? We are dragging him out of this-' he motions around while finding a suitable word, '-paradise to return to the world where he has lost his wife, where the End of the world is coming...'

øùú Faelnon grits his teeth, 'Perhaps we should just ask him, then.'

øùú Mihndrid sighs and says softly, "Wait.."

øùú Tengu says, 'Setting one's bones in a hurry can result in the loss of the hand. Is there any way to interfere into this illusionary world without turning it upside down?'

øùú Mihndrid says, "Remember what Foilae said? There's three types of people now. Those who are trying to stop the End, those who are trying to speed up the End, and those who are unwittingly waiting for it to happen."

øùú Foilae turns to Tengu, 'Hmm, perhaps, what do you propose?'

øùú Rue looks at Faelnon, her eyes soft, notably upset. "I...I'll be around. I need to think..." she mutters, heading into the kitchen.

øùú Isondil waits for Tengu to start talking

øùú Tengu shrugs, 'Frankly, don't know... What can bring him to reality?'

øùú Calaryn stands there listening

øùú Faelnon sighs, thinking of the fight ahead, he states at last, 'Maybe this is his reward. He has suffered so much because of this End, maybe this is his reward, a way to be happy until it comes.'

øùú Foilae thinks on what he knows of illusions like this.

øùú Mihndrid glares at Faelnon, "You're talking like the fact that its coming is inevitable."

øùú Foilae says, 'Coming through the tunnel must have been the trigger, when the reality is accessible. Logically, if we took him through the tunnel, we would be going back into reality?'

øùú Faelnon pauses and realises that he is.

øùú Tengu says suddenly, 'And what is he sees the enemy he fought against?'

øùú Isondil says 'I know his pain. I lost my wife and what he's doing is not good for him eventually he's going to have to come to terms with it and the longer he leaves it the worse it'll be.

øùú Foilae says, 'I'm not sure. He clearly has memory of everything.'

øùú Mihndrid says quietly, "We're going in circles."

øùú Faelnon turns to Isondil, 'It is a horrible pain, I know, but he actually killed her. If this Ariea is an illusion, what better way to free the mind from guilt than to say that she did it of her own will to stop Shandor from killing her.'

øùú Rue comes back out of the kitchen and looks at Faelnon, "Are we sure that this Ariea is an illusion?"

øùú Faelnon shakes his head, 'It could be an illusion, 'Death', or perhaps some miracle. It isn't the first time the dead have come back as regular people.'

øùú Foilae states, 'I didn't notice any portals to hell, though...'

øùú Mihndrid sighs, "It can't be her. Those two wouldn't just forget about us like that."

øùú Isondil nods slowly

øùú Rue nods. "What if...If this wasn't the real Ariea, that is...What if we killed her, or it, or whatever?"

øùú Faelnon says, 'But what if, by some miracle, it was her? Besides, Shandor would hardly let us do that.'

øùú Mihndrid is still all for just asking Shandor XD

øùú Faelnon says, 'Mihndrid raises a point, I severely doubt they would just forget about us.'

øùú Mihndrid agrees and goes to fetch it.

øùú Faelnon says, 'So what do we do?'

øùú Mihndrid looks across to the room. "Something. They won't stay fruit picking forever."

øùú Isondil shrugs and says 'Either confront now or later your choice.'

øùú Foilae says, 'Shall we have a vote? In favour of asking him, leaving him be, or... something else?'

øùú Faelnon shrugs, 'I guess that is all that is left. Okay, who votes for asking for him?'

øùú Tengu says, 'This place may hold clues, even if it is a fruit of Shandor's imagination. Did you check it through?'

øùú Isondil says 'I say we ask him'

øùú Mihndrid says softly, "Maybe we should just observe longer, before we decide on something so fast...?"

øùú Calaryn says 'I’ve got no idea'

øùú Faelnon nods, 'Perhaps.'

øùú Rue shrugs. "I'm for anything that doesn't involve leaving Shandor here.”

øùú Mihndrid nods in agreement with Rue.

øùú Shandor asks Ariea, 'Do you remember where they were?'

øùú Faelnon sighs.

øùú Ariea nods, 'Yeah, there was a row of them just over there.' She points over a ridge.

øùú Shandor suddenly stops her. He looks about curiously, he mutters quietly, 'Someone is here.'

øùú Ariea whispers back, 'Faelnon or the others?'

øùú Shandor says, 'I don't think so.'

øùú Shandor peeks over the ridge to see dozens of troops marching through the trees, randomly hacking at branches.

øùú Shandor crawls back and quietly motions for Ariea to get back to the house.

øùú Ariea takes off at a sprint.

øùú Faelnon asks, 'So, we just ask him?'

øùú Shandor follows right behind.

øùú Mihndrid shrugs, "Seems like a reasonable idea."

øùú Mihndrid says, "But if we do, you're the one to do it, Faelnon."

øùú Faelnon sighs.

øùú Foilae says, 'I guess that is settled then. We crush Shandor's world.'

øùú Faelnon mutters, 'We, the noble, we the loyal, we the great friends.'

øùú Mihndrid looks reproachfully at Foilae, but doesn't reply.

øùú Ariea reaches the building first, she enters and goes to where the group are, 'Trouble,' she reports, 'Get your weapons.'

øùú Rue glares at Faelnon and Foilae, "Yeah. It is settled."

øùú Shandor follows behind, and heads into his study where he has kept a few weapons, the ones from the 'train.

øùú Calaryn looks up 'what kind of trouble?'

øùú Ariea says, 'Troop trouble.'

øùú Faelnon goes to Shandor to ask him what's wrong, he spots a clarinet on a stand on the desk in the study. There was something in particular about the carving of it, 'That shouldn't be.'

øùú Tengu quickly comes to the window.

øùú Shandor looks up, 'Huh?'

øùú Faelnon says, 'That clarinet, it was broken.'

øùú Rue checks that she is carrying all of her weapons, but doesn't draw them for fear of "accidentally" swinging it at someone as an impulse.

øùú Shandor says, 'Don't be silly, I've had it since I was twenty.'

øùú Rue looks at Shandor and Faelnon curiously.

øùú Faelnon says, 'Yes, and when you first attempted to woo Ariea, you were playing a song on it, when someone bumped into you, it fell and got snapped in three pieces...'

øùú Shandor sharply interrupts, 'We don't have time for this.'

<@Narrator> Shandor was right about that, the troops were nearly upon the house.

øùú Mihndrid draws her flute out from her pack.

øùú Isondil looks out the window and sees some troops approaching and says 'Er Faelnon we have a problem'

øùú Calaryn moves back

øùú Tengu looks down at the advancing troops.

<@Narrator> A spear hits through one of the panes of glass constructing the semi-circle window.

øùú Ariea ducks behind the couch.

øùú Rue looks at Faelnon, waiting for advice on what to do. Her muscles tense, not wanting to let Shandor gets away with this. "Faelnon..." she mutters.

øùú Isondil covers his eyes as shard's of glass head toward him

øùú Faelnon states, 'Fight.'

<@Narrator> Several troops are charging at the front door. A few more have smashed the conservatory window and are climb in, and finally, a few were breaking in through the back door, which enters the kitchen.

øùú Tengu says as the spear flies nearby, 'These ones look real.'

øùú Ariea hears the rest of the semi-circle window shatter and expects the troops to come in through there next.

øùú Isondil draws his bow and sends an arrow striking the soldier who threw the spear in the neck

øùú Mihndrid starts playing her familiar, wavering tune to attempt to hypnotize a few of the troops into stopping.

øùú Rue draws her sword and readies for the attack.

øùú Shandor waves his sword and charges into the main hall to fight the front troops.

<@Narrator> Oddly, the fallen soldiers do not become the "ghosts" that attacked the group before.

øùú Isondil fires arrow after arrow into the groups of soldiers

øùú Faelnon grabs one of the other swords, noting that it came from the supply Shandor had on the 'train. He charges out and gets ready to fight anyone from the kitchen.

øùú Ariea dashes across the hall (knocking a soldier over as well) and reaches the study. She picks out her favourite sword and moves outside. Troops are coming in now from the conservatory, and she is instantly forced away from it, and the adjacent study.

øùú Tengu spins his staff and assumes fighting stance.

øùú Ariea and Shandor end up back to back, swinging at the enemies viciously.

øùú Isondil ducks as two spears fly through the window

øùú Calaryn tries to avoid the fight

øùú Shandor asks as he parries a blow, 'How are you doing?'

øùú Ariea says, getting a lucky thrust in, 'Oh you know, pretty good, all things considered.'

øùú Shandor says, after running someone through, 'Good good. What should we have for dinner?'

øùú Mihndrid gives up on that idea, muttering something about it almost never working these days and starts playing another tune, shrill and cracked.

øùú Calaryn moves towards a wall while pulling up a knife

øùú Ariea states calmly, after knocking someone over with the hilt and catching another one on the arm, 'I'm not sure, I was thinking some roast chicken? I've got some herbs that will go excellently with it.'

øùú Isondil fires an arrow hitting a large soldier attempting to get his bow out

øùú Shandor grins as he slashes across someone's chest and says, 'Will the kitchen go on fire again?'

øùú Ariea smiles, tripping someone up with her foot before running the tip of her sword across his throat, 'Hopefully not, but I'm not promising anything.'

øùú Mihndrid watches as after a moment a bolt of ice emits from the flute and freezes a few soldiers in front of her.

<@Narrator> While the two have this calm conversation, a few of the troops are hammering at the door Shandor locked, using the logic that it must be hiding something, because it is locked. Shandor and Ariea do not notice.

øùú Rue rolls under the legs of a solider charging at her and leaps up behind him, stabbing him in the back. She looks around for other soldiers to fight.

øùú Ariea finishes her opponents before working side by side with Shandor to take out the others.

øùú Isondil sits on the window firing arrows casually at the soldiers

øùú Rue looks at the troops attempting to break down the door and calls over anyone within earshot. If anyone's going to get in the door, it won't be the troops.

øùú Shandor finishes the last one with a quick move. He sighs with relief and turns to Ariea, he looks over her head though, at those breaking into his locked room. His eyes fill with horror as he tries to reach them.

øùú Mihndrid switches the tune immediately after this, and patiently waits as a fireball careens from the instrument and strikes another few soldiers.

<@Narrator> The soldiers break the lock and charge straight in. The room is certainly odd, one cube room, no windows, and only one door. No decorations. Quite dark, not at all like the rest of the house.

øùú Tengu parries a blow, letting the weapon slide along his staff, locks enemy's hand, then kicks him in the head.

<@Narrator> There is one table here, it has three holders, on each is a glowing orb, which are sending beams of energy to each other, and another orb that rests on a small pedestal in the centre of the triangle of energy created by the beams.

øùú Calaryn finds a soldier standing with the back towards her and kicks him in the back

øùú Isondil turns and fires an arrow at a soldier as he steps inside the room striking him in the back of the head

øùú Shandor sprints desperately for the door.

øùú Mihndrid pauses, to look at the door ajar from the corner of her eye.

øùú Rue turns and runs at the soldiers, tackling one and taking him down.

<@Narrator> One of the soldiers gives the table a swift kick. The pedestal wobbles before it falls. The pedestal itself hits one of the other orbs, which in turn rolls off its holder and tumbles towards the ground. The orb on the pedestal hits the desk and begins to fracture before smashing on the stone floor.

<@Narrator> The remaining two orbs whine and stop doing anything.

øùú Isondil fires another arrow at another soldier the one who kicked over the table

<@Narrator> The spell has been broken.

øùú Ariea catches up with Shandor, she turns him to face her directly, 'What's wrong?'

øùú Shandor can’t form words as it happens again.

øùú Rue stops attacking and looks over at Shandor, realizing what has just happened.

øùú Mihndrid watches silently from a few meters away

<@Narrator> The room with the orbs goes first, turning darker, then the living room disappears along with the kitchen. The hall and some of the gardens go next along with the corresponding upstairs sections of the house. It begins to move much more rapidly as everything fades away to darkness.

øùú Shandor watches in horror as Ariea fades into darkness, so alike when she fell into the darkness at the fort.

øùú Mihndrid whispers, "So it was..."

øùú Shandor watches the sword she was handling tumble to the ground, his joins it after a moment.

øùú Isondil falls to the ground as the window sill he was sitting on disappears

<@Narrator> The spell's effects have been completely undone. Nothing is left of the paradise world, it was all an illusion. The reality is a cavernous, dark, miserable cave.

øùú Shandor is confronted again and again with the images of both of Ariea's 'deaths'. He decides to go before the others can stop him - can look at him, can force him to look at them.

øùú Faelnon is rather dizzy from the spell and ends up falling over.

øùú Shandor sprints down the tunnel that led here, which was now surprisingly close.

øùú Mihndrid watches Shandor sprint away, and calls "Shandor! Wait!"

øùú Foilae tries to maintain his balance.

øùú Rue screams, "Shandor! Don't go! Come back!"

øùú Shandor continues running, bruising and cutting his arms as he runs.

øùú Mihndrid makes a small effort to run after him, but quickly realizes its too late.

øùú Tengu tries to retain balance as the world around him collapses.

øùú Isondil stands up quickly and replaces his bow and shouts 'Come back! Shandor Come Back!'

øùú Rue yells again, "Shandor! Please! Don't leave again!"

øùú Faelnon gets to his feet, 'He's gone...'

øùú Foilae says, 'Again...'

øùú Tengu says, 'The choice was made for ourselves.'

øùú Faelnon says, 'And it seems to have worked wonders.'

øùú Foilae sighs, 'Oh gods...'

øùú Mihndrid sighs, "He really -is- going mental..."

øùú Isondil says 'So what now? Do we try and follow?'

øùú Faelnon asks quietly, 'What now?'

øùú Mihndrid shakes her head, "Even if we caught up with him, what would we do?"

øùú Rue , not knowing exactly what to do, resigns to sitting on the ground, staring at the cave entrance, but not really focusing on anything.

øùú Foilae looks at the ground, 'He has to go through it all again. I think perhaps he needs some time.'

øùú Mihndrid says, "But what is he going to do this time? The way he handled it now was obviously a disaster."

øùú Faelnon says dismissively, 'Whatever it is, we have to go, now. There might be more troops, we need to get the 'train and get out of here.'

øùú Mihndrid sighs, "Okay..."

øùú Rue gets up without saying anything, too full of emotions for words.

øùú Isondil sighs and says 'Can anyone remember the path we took from the train?'

øùú Faelnon nods.

øùú Mihndrid flips her flute back into her pack.

øùú Tengu silently walks on.

<@Narrator> The group return to the 'train quickly and quietly. They meet no troops on the way and soon the 'train has left its hiding place and has escaped from the forest.

<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The 'Quest' III ~ Ariea's dead, then she's back, then she's dead. Will I ever make up my mind? >>>>>>>>>>>



'The Best of the Rest'



øùú Isondil continues to run quietly

<@DrCBVI> OOC Yes! Isondil is finally leaving us. Maybe he can run into the troops and die... *points to Foilae sitting on a rock*



<@Calaryn> ooc brb

<@DrCBVI> OOC Timewarp folks, folkettes and assorted pixies?

<+Tengu> OOC ok

<+Isondil> ooc ok

<+Varadrion> ooc brb, go for it

<@DrCBVI> OOC *taps foot impatiently*

<@Calaryn> ooc nooooooooo

<@not-Ariea> OOC *whispers* He wants you to do the song.

<@DrCBVI> OOC Oh fine...



<@DrCBVI> OOC I hope you are happy. You bunch of... what's the word?

<@Faelnon> OOC Bolloxes.

<@DrCBVI> OOC That's it!



<@DrCBVI> OOC Right, now for the mini-narration thing that I'm paid to do

<+Mihndrid> OOC You get paid? o.o

<@not-Ariea> OOC In theory.



07:32.17¯ <@Calaryn> are we in tellytubbie land?

07:32.22¯ <@DrCBVI> Quite possibly.

07:32.42¯ <@Calaryn> i want to meet pixie!

07:33.58¯ <@DrCBVI> I showed you some in the tunnels, but you just ignored them...

07:34.15¯ <@Calaryn> hehe

07:35.24¯ <@Calaryn> oioi is it pixie??

07:35.38¯ <@DrCBVI> maybe...

07:35.48¯ <@Calaryn> *jumping*

07:36.32¯ nooooooooooooo

07:36.46¯ <+Tengu> lol

07:36.51¯ <@Calaryn> :(

07:36.55¯ øùú Calaryn sobs

07:37.29¯ <@DrCBVI> BWHAHAHAHA

07:37.33¯ <@DrCBVI> Now, not-Ariea! Now!

07:37.42¯ no

07:38.02¯ <@Cyria> spread peace DrCBVI, not violence and saddness

07:38.46¯ <@Cyria> look what you have done to jim! you have shattered his emotions, he seems VERY disturbed now

07:38.51¯ <@DrCBVI> lol

07:38.56¯ <@DrCBVI> what do you mean now?

07:39.20¯ lol

07:39.37¯ <@Calaryn> I WANT PIXIE!

07:39.40¯ <@Cyria> before he was crazy, now he is crying about tellytubbie's





<@Calaryn> ooc i want to meet pixie! but colm is evil



everyone is shocked stupid

<_Rue> Why?

we started off being chased by a bunch of troops in a forest

<_Rue> Because it's fun?

then, we found a tunnel and headed through that

on the other side was this really really nice place

foresty again

<_Rue> uh oh

they went along this path. Ariea bounded out in front of them and disappeared.

A little while later, they run into Shandor and Ariea happy as ever, and being a bit romantic

they don't understand why the group look so shocked, don't even seem to notice it

Shandor just invited them in for lunch

<_Rue> o.O

yep

fun fun fun

<_Rue> Wow

<_Rue> You are a strange, twisted person, my friend

thank you

<_Rue> lol

<_Rue> Wow

<_Rue> That's all I can say.

<_Rue> Just...wow.

thanks

Fun, eh?

<_Rue> How the hell did you come up with that?

I'm a twisted person



øùú Mihndrid nods quietly, "Yes, very lovely. But why didn't you come and find us? We were so worried..."

<+Isondil> ooc speak for yourself

<+Mihndrid> OOC Wait...I take it back, Isondil was rejoicing XD

<@Shandor> OOC You are the minority. Everyone loves Ariea! She is so great! Let's make her Queen of us all!

<+Isondil> ooc oh good God no!

[os] topic (#tildruin) The 'Quest' III Hail Ariea! The Queen!|| Talk to DrCBVI about defrauding shampoo companies. (Shandor)

<+Mihndrid> OOC Well, since Ariea is now Queen, I suppose she'll now get lots of discounts at the Wal-Mart.



<+Mihndrid> OOC As the wise man once said, "There is no 'I' in team, but if you rearrange the letters you get meat!"



øùú _Rue glares at Shandor, nose turned upwards, mouth in a slight snarl. "I don't think any of us are in the mood to eat." she growls, glaring at Shandor with eyes that could burn a hole in metal.

øùú Shandor looks at Rue, rather surprised.

øùú Shandor then holds up a spoon and watches as a hole is burnt through.

øùú _Rue is not surprised at the spoon's new...holiness.

<+Isondil> ooc lmao

øùú Shandor then decrees the spoon to be the new Pope.

<@_Rue> ooc- because her eyes can burn through metal.

<@_Rue> ooc - lmao

<+Tengu> ooc Imagine there is no spoon

<@Shandor> OOC Then be twacked for Matrix references.

<@Shandor> thwacked...

<+Mihndrid> OOC twacked is just as good o.o!

<@_Rue> ooc - Shandor...the red spoon, or the blue spoon?

---->

øùú Rue begins burning a hole through Faelnon until he resembles the Spope. [That’s the spoon pope. Aw come on people, Rue and me got it… -Ed]



<+Mihndrid> OOC What the unholy hell would Shandor be writing a story right now?

øùú Faelnon sighs, 'Yeah, I know. I just... I don't know what we should do.'

<@Shandor> OOC Shandor is an odd person. I based him on me. Right down to the magic, the death, and the nice house... um, hang on a second...



The Truth Will Out; hopefully that’s the only thing.



07:24.18¯ <+Varadrion> Is "Nightmares" the finale?

07:24.34¯ <@DrCBVI> no

07:24.44¯ <@DrCBVI> I only did up to Nightmares 'cause I couldn't be bothered to do any more

07:24.56¯ <+Varadrion> How many after that?

07:24.58¯ <@DrCBVI> The finale, at this moment, is entitled, cheerfully: Little Left to be Lost.

07:25.21¯ <+Varadrion> Great.. lol

07:25.39¯ <@DrCBVI> Okay, and answer to your question:

07:25.48¯ <@DrCBVI> are you hoping for a long or short 'Quest'?

07:26.43¯ <+Tengu> At the end only wagon train will be left, i suppose.

07:26.54¯ <+Varadrion> Long prolly

07:26.59¯ long

07:27.14¯ øùú DrCBVI cackles like a crazy person.

07:27.23¯ <@DrCBVI> Rough figure: 34 sessions in total

07:27.26¯ <+Tengu> as soon as i'm on vacations long is okay.

07:27.41¯ <+Varadrion> 34.. wow

07:27.47¯ sounds long

07:27.50¯ <@DrCBVI> yep

07:28.04¯ <@DrCBVI> I wanted to get past Session XXX so I can defend it for not being a pr0n session

07:28.04¯ we've done how many so far?

07:28.11¯ <@DrCBVI> this is the... er... 15th?

07:28.24¯ <+Varadrion> yup

07:28.39¯ <+Varadrion> so there will be 14 after nightmares? lol

07:28.49¯ <@DrCBVI> yep, to a rough figure.



Varadrion’s Little Secret?



07:40.57¯ <+Varadrion> I gotta go, sorry, might be back, ttyl

07:41.02¯ <@Calaryn> bye

07:41.02¯ [os] signoff Varadrion ()

07:41.34¯ <@Cyria> varadrion must be destroyed, no male should ever use ttyl...

07:41.42¯ <@DrCBVI> lol

07:41.44¯ <@DrCBVI> he always uses it

07:41.58¯ lol

07:42.44¯ <@Cyria> now i need to ask if he is really female, and just acts like a male

07:42.54¯ lol

07:42.57¯ <@DrCBVI> Ah ha! We have uncovered the truth.

07:43.04¯ <@DrCBVI> She is always being 'fashionably late'...

07:43.21¯ <@Cyria> lmao

07:43.28¯ er

07:43.34¯ I 've jsut been late

07:43.39¯ just*

07:44.02¯ <@Cyria> but s/he is almost ALWAYS late

07:44.17¯ yea



Oh, there are numbers after ten?



07:48.30¯ oh yea Ariea won't come back to quest

07:48.33¯ ....

07:48.40¯ ^.^

07:48.40¯ <@Shandor> um

07:48.59¯ <@Shandor> I'm assuming it hasn't occurred to you that I oddly tell you this 'major spoiler' when I clearly give no spoilers at all, right?

07:49.14¯ <@Cyria> never trust colm

07:49.19¯ <@Shandor> Thank you!

07:49.30¯ D'oh

07:49.31¯ He tried to break my fishing pole once *nods wisely*

07:49.43¯ <@Shandor> And it hits him, finally folks.



07:50.31¯ Wow Shandor, that only took like like ten minutes XD

07:50.49¯ <@Shandor> pfft

07:50.59¯ <@Shandor> like he cares about you wazoks. He's got Ariea back

07:51.09¯ lol

07:51.21¯ poor bastard

07:51.22¯ Noted for future reference XD

07:51.51¯ <@Shandor> I think we all know he doesn't give a flying pig's arse about you

07:51.59¯ <@Shandor> why do you think he keeps sending you into near-death situations

07:52.12¯ You'll regret those words when you find Mihn's fishing rod up your arse XD

07:52.21¯ <@Shandor> lol

07:52.29¯ <@Shandor> Is it a flying pig's arse? No? Then I don't care.

07:52.33¯ <@Cyria> ouch

07:53.01¯ <@Cyria> fishing rods should be kept away from certain parts of your body

07:53.09¯ That being said...



07:58.00¯ this is extremely unnerving

07:58.13¯ What's so unnerving about it?

07:58.30¯ er Shandor went AWOL and Ariea died

07:58.45¯ Oh.

07:59.10¯ I think you're mistaken. Shandor's always been insane and Ariea's mentally been dead for a long time now.

07:59.21¯ <@Shandor> Ariea is going to kick your ass.

07:59.22¯ lol

07:59.29¯ me?

07:59.36¯ Hmm? What was that mental boy?

07:59.56¯ <@Shandor> PLFEROJHKANFAFNDA

08:01.04¯ Yes, I know sweetie, you'll get your cookies when they're done ^.^

08:01.21¯ <@Shandor> BERGAWWHEEE

08:01.48¯ <+Mihndrid> No, dear, you have to say 'please' before you ask for somethring.

08:01.59¯ <@Shandor> Pffblibergble?

08:02.12¯ <+Mihndrid> That's right sweetums, cartoons then bed.



08:03.23¯ <@Shandor> lets get back to glaring at alive Ariea.

08:03.30¯ <@_Rue> Hehe



08:14.11¯ <@_Rue> Wow. Rue's not in a very good mood

08:14.39¯ <+Mihndrid> Rue needs a huggle ^.^

08:14.57¯ <@_Rue> Rue: *crosses her arms.* Do not.

08:15.25¯ <+Mihndrid> I think...

08:15.33¯ <+Mihndrid> ...Rue needs a BIG WARM FUZZY MIHNNY HUG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

08:15.36¯ <@Shandor> Yay!

08:15.39¯ øùú Mihndrid hug tackles Rue XD

08:15.39¯ <+Sandilor> lmao

08:16.43¯ <@_Rue> Rue: "NOOOOOOOOO!" *struggle*

08:17.08¯ øùú Mihndrid glomps Rue in super fuzzy hug-ness before finally releasing her.

08:17.15¯ <@_Rue> OMG! YOU SAID GLOMP!

08:17.16¯ <+Sandilor> yay!

08:17.20¯ <+Sandilor> GO Rue!

08:17.24¯ <@_Rue> I love that word!

08:17.38¯ <+Mihndrid> XD

08:17.47¯ <+Mihndrid> Glomp is right up there with shmeep.

08:17.47¯ <@Shandor> lol

08:18.00¯ <@Shandor> Shmeep, glomp, squlech, smush, it's all good

08:18.26¯ <+Mihndrid> don't forget squish o.o

08:18.32¯ <@Shandor> oh of course

08:18.36¯ <@_Rue> LOL

08:18.43¯ <+Mihndrid> XD

08:19.30¯ <+Mihndrid> YAY!



08:21.22¯ <@_Rue> Wow...Rue's REALLY grumpy.

08:21.41¯ <@_Rue> *gives Rue a cherry-uppy pill* Rue: *promptly refuses*

08:21.42¯ <@Shandor> Quite bitchy...

08:21.44¯ <@_Rue> Pfft

08:21.51¯ <@Cyria> rue needs a nice big hug

08:21.53¯ <@Shandor> A little too annoyed that Ariea is alive and Shandor is once more taken? :P

08:21.56¯ <@Shandor> we tried that one

08:21.59¯ <@_Rue> Rue: I already had one, thank you.

08:22.00¯ <@Shandor> didn't go to well.

08:22.02¯ <@Cyria> or some "happy gas"

08:22.11¯ <+Mihndrid> that doesn't sound right o.o

08:22.14¯ <@Cyria> lol

08:22.36¯ <+Sandilor> lol

08:22.40¯ <@_Rue> Yes, Colm. Rue is very jealous. See? Rue: *jealous jealous*

08:22.44¯ <@Shandor> lol

08:22.53¯ <@Cyria> don't worry rue, Cyria is still single



08:23.07¯ <@_Rue> LOL!!

08:23.09¯ <@Cyria> lol

08:23.24¯ <@_Rue> Colm is becoming a stale male!!!

See? All I have to do is not include certain lines, and now nothing makes sense.



08:23.52¯ <@Shandor> NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo

08:23.55¯ <+Sandilor> lmao 'Stale male'

08:24.00¯ <@Shandor> that was the best typo ever [This is actually referring to a quote from ‘Mists’, if y’all are curious. –Ed]



08:27.37¯ <@Shandor> Rue is going to go after everyone

08:27.40¯ <@Shandor> run for the hills



08:30.32¯ <@_Rue> Wow...Foilae is a quick fella, isn't he?

08:30.45¯ <+Sandilor> he should be a detective

08:30.46¯ <@Shandor> yep

08:30.50¯ <@Shandor> ... he is...

08:30.52¯ <+Mihndrid> Sharp as that spoon

08:30.55¯ <@Cyria> lol

08:30.58¯ <+Sandilor> lmao

08:31.00¯ <@Shandor> lmao

08:31.05¯ <@Cyria> he is as sharp as a beachball

08:31.31¯ <@_Rue> What if you had a triangular beachball?

08:31.41¯ <+Sandilor> maybe he's like some of those detective's on tv he should buy a trenchcoat

08:32.05¯ <@_Rue> lol

08:32.10¯ <@_Rue> um...yeah

øùú Foilae sighs, wrapping his trench coat around him, and returns to the living room.



08:32.12¯ <@Cyria> hmmm...i want a triangular beachball

08:32.24¯ <+Mihndrid> It wouldn't roll very well

08:32.34¯ <@_Rue> It'd make a damn cool volleyball game

08:32.43¯ <@Shandor> if it was really really sharp it would

08:32.47¯ <@_Rue> "service..." "MY EYE!!"

08:32.49¯ <+Sandilor> it would be quite sore if you took a point of it to the eye

08:32.52¯ <@Shandor> 'Mine! OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOT! STOP THE BLEEDING!"

08:32.59¯ <+Mihndrid> XD

08:32.59¯ <@Shandor> GOT! = GOD!

08:33.07¯ <@_Rue> ICH BIN GOTT!

08:33.13¯ <@_Rue> That's the only German phrase I know.

08:33.17¯ <@Cyria> stop the german

08:33.23¯ <@_Rue> It means "I AM GOD!"

08:33.32¯ <@Shandor> Phear Teh GOTT.

08:33.35¯ <@Cyria> lol

08:33.37¯ <+Mihndrid> I know how to say "You are a big a*****e." in German, but I don't know how to write it

08:33.46¯ <@_Rue> Sound it out

08:33.47¯ <@_Rue> lol

08:33.49¯ <@_Rue> I told a joke



08:34.53¯ <+Tengu> btw, is the 'Mists' session name written in German?

08:35.05¯ <@Shandor> Um. Is it?

08:35.50¯ <+Tengu> Well... There IS the word 'Mist' in German.

08:35.58¯ <@Shandor> what does it mean then?

08:36.56¯ <+Tengu> Uhm... well...

08:37.26¯ <+Tengu> The result of horse defecation.

08:37.37¯ <+Mihndrid> niiiice

08:37.40¯ <+Tengu> or cow

08:37.48¯ <@Shandor> Right, not the german then

08:38.09¯ <@Cyria> lmao



08:35.40¯ <@Shandor> Whoa!

08:35.45¯ <@Shandor> Isondil is even faster than Foilae



08:48.14¯ <@_Rue> Oooh, this is deep.

08:48.26¯ <@Shandor> yep

08:48.29¯ <@Shandor> nice

08:48.47¯ <+Mihndrid> Ah damn, where's my cereal?

08:49.13¯ øùú Mihndrid is trying to ruin the mood XD

08:49.17¯ øùú _Rue was so tired that she forgot to get herself cereal

08:49.30¯ øùú Shandor never got any.

08:49.32¯ <+Mihndrid> I'm having frosted mini wheats ^.^

08:49.42¯ <@Cyria> cereal is good

08:49.50¯ <+Mihndrid> yum

08:50.00¯ <@_Rue> Mmmm...frosted mini wheats.....my favorite.

08:50.00¯ <@Cyria> except for that damnable trix rabbit

08:50.02¯ øùú Mihndrid sings the yum song XD

08:50.09¯ <+Mihndrid> Jesus. Monkey. Yum!

08:51.12¯ <@_Rue> THAT'S the yum song?

08:51.28¯ <@Cyria> disturbing

08:51.31¯ <+Mihndrid> yup



08:51.59¯ <@_Rue> Does anyone else agree with Faelnon?

08:52.47¯ <@Shandor> Foilae?

08:53.48¯ <+Mihndrid> That's not fair, he's your dude o.o

08:54.13¯ <@Shandor> Yep, and those two are the best gits ever.

08:54.19¯ <+Mihndrid> w00t!



09:11.55¯ <+Mihndrid> I play the clarinet o.o

09:12.10¯ <@Shandor> OMG! You're Shandor!

09:12.11¯ <@Shandor> :P

09:12.48¯ <@_Rue> OMG! TWINS!!

09:12.51¯ <+Mihndrid> XD

09:12.58¯ <+Mihndrid> I'd so kick his ass in a music contest x.x

09:13.01¯ <@Shandor> lmao



øùú Rue suggests that Mihndrid throw her fishing line out the window in an attempt to catch Shandor and bring him back for interrogation.



<+Mihndrid> OOC Oh my god, they're still looking for the damn things?

<@Shandor> OOC big forest.

<+Mihndrid> OOC *coughsexcusescoughs*

<@Rue> ooc - Fake Ariea is out for vengeance! She's gonna push Shandor over the cliff!

<@Ariea> OOC lol

<+Mihndrid> OOC Wait! I thought we were pushing ISONDIL over the cliff!

<@Rue> ooc - Wow...when I read that, I thought you had written *cough sexcuses cough*

<@Rue> ooc - o.o

<+Mihndrid> OOC XD



<@Shandor> OOC meant to be bold, but whatever.

<+Mihndrid> OOC We got it.

<@Ariea> OOC You're very smart.

<+Mihndrid> OOC I know ^.^



øùú Mihndrid watches Shandor sprint away, and calls "Shandor! Wait!"

øùú Rue screams, "Shandor! Don't go! Come back!"

øùú Shandor continues running, bruising and cutting his arms as he runs.

øùú Isondil stands up quickly and replaces his bow and shouts 'Come back! Shandor Come Back!'

<@Shandor> OOC But isn't it nice how we all love Shandor now...

<+Mihndrid> OOC shmeep

øùú Rue yells again, "Shandor! Please! Don't leave again!"

øùú Shandor comes back, 'Stop being so bloody whiny. No wonder I left...'



<@Faelnon> OOC Want me to do a timewarp to it?

<+Mihndrid> OOC sure.

<+Mihndrid> OOC ...wait o.o

<+Isondil> ooc ok

<@Faelnon> OOC OMG, you agreed to a timewarp!

<+Mihndrid> OOC I WAS UNPREPARED, IT WASN'T FAIR

<@Shandor> OOC Too late now!

<+Mihndrid> OOC NO DAMNIT NO!!! >.<

<@Rue> ooc - Na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!

<@Shandor> OOC Everyone! Sing! Siiiiiiiing.

<@Shandor> OOC Na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!

<@Faelnon> OOC Na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!

<+Isondil> ooc na na na timewarp

<@Ariea> OOC Na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!

<@Ariea> OOC Na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!

<+Mihndrid> OOC *runs aroud in circles screaming*

<+Tengu> OOC Should auld acquaintance be forgot...

<@Ariea> OOC I did it twice because you lot were bolloxes to my hubby.

<+Mihndrid> OOC IT BURNS!! IT BURNSSSSSS!!'

<@Rue> OoC - But you're dead

<@Rue> Na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!

<@Rue> Na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!

<+Tengu> ooc twice, hahahaha

<@Rue> Na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!

<@Rue> Haha

<@Ariea> .... Or am I? *dark cackle*

<+Mihndrid> OOC *gives Rue a fuzzy hug XD*

<@Ariea> OOC Na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!

<@Ariea> OOC Na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!

<@Ariea> OOC Na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!

<@Ariea> OOC Na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!

<@Ariea> OOC Na na na na na na na na TIMEWARP!

<@Rue> OOC - ACK! FUZZY HUG! GET IT AWWAAAAAY!





[os] topic (#tildruin) The 'Quest' III 'Kidnap' on Saturday|| Talk to DrCBVI about defrauding shampoo companies. (buem)

[os] topic (#tildruin) The 'Quest' III Saturday Hail Queen! Ariea!|| Talk to DrCBVI about defrauding shampoo companies. (DrCBVI)

[os] topic (#tildruin) The 'Quest' III 'Kidnap' on Saturday|| Talk to DrCBVI about defrauding shampoo companies. (buem)

[os] topic (#tildruin) The 'Quest' III 'Kidnap' on Saturday|| Phear Mihndrid's Fuzzy Hugs! Don't Let Them Happen To You! (Ashli)

[os] topic (#tildruin) The 'Quest' III Saturday Hail Queen! Ariea!|| Talk to DrCBVI about defrauding shampoo companies. (DrCBVI)

[os] topic (#tildruin) The 'Quest' III Saturday Hail Queen! Ariea!|| Talk to DrCBVI about defrauding Mirar's fuzzy hugs (Ashli)

[os] topic (#tildruin) The 'Quest' III Saturday Hail Queen! Ariea!|| Talk to DrCBVI about defrauding shampoo companies. (DrCBVI)

<@Ashli> awww

<@DrCBVI> Shampoo companies need defrauding!

[os] topic (#tildruin) The 'Quest' III Saturday - Hail Queen! Ariea!|| Talk to DrCBVI about defrauding shampoo companies. (DrCBVI)

<+Mirar> Nah, my hugs do.

<+Isondil> lol

<+Mirar> Shampoo companies get ALL the fun

<@DrCBVI> yep

<+Zorlen> Phear shampoo companies Defrauding Hugs!

[os] topic (#tildruin) The 'Quest' III Saturday - Hail Queen! Ariea!|| Talk to DrCBVI about fuzzy hugging shampoo companies. (Ashli)

<@Ashli> Hah

<@Ashli> I love being irritating

<+Mirar> XD

[os] topic (#tildruin) The 'Quest' III Saturday - Hail Queen! Ariea!|| Talk to DrCBVI about defrauding hugging shampoo companies. (DrCBVI)

<@DrCBVI> there.

<@Ashli> I like it

<+Mirar> what about fuzzy?

[os] topic (#tildruin) The 'Quest' III Saturday - Hail Queen! Ariea!|| Talk to DrCBVI about defrauding hugging shampoo fuzzy companies. (Ashli)

<+Isondil> lol

<+Mirar> lol

<+Isondil> I like it

<+Mirar> Now it makes little sense...but it didn't really in the first place

<@Ashli> I've got more, hehe

[os] topic (#tildruin) pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis meets antidisestablishmentarianism (DrCBVI)

<@DrCBVI> Ha.

<@Ashli> Awww

<+Mirar> Dude, that one sucks o.o!

<@DrCBVI> Bite me.

<+Mirar> okay! XD

<+Isondil> lol

<+Isondil> bite him!

<@DrCBVI> Yay!. ERM, I mean, owie.

øùú Mirar gnaws on Colm's eyebrows...rawr!

[os] topic (#tildruin) 'The 'Quest' III Saturday - Hail Queen! Ariea!|| Talk to Fuzzy about hugging defrauding shampoo DrCBVIs.' (Ashli)

øùú DrCBVI is hit in the eye with her chin.

<+Mirar> XD

[os] topic (#tildruin) EGEAKTJGLKFNGEFGNngfakgnaoitegplhoelafjknoginearmflkmdagintonehe (DrCBVI)

<@Ashli> lol

<+Isondil> lol

[os] topic (#tildruin) EGEAKTJGLKFNGEFGNngfakgnaoitegplhoelafjknoginearmflkmdagintonehearejgaopjgaoinfanfroitnhertnaiongaoifngakfmlamclkmcalkvm (DrCBVI)

<+Mirar> I hear...

<+Mirar> I hear them calling...

<+Mirar> The pineapples...

<+Mirar> Across the sea...

[os] topic (#tildruin) EGEAKTJGLKFNGEFGNngfakgnaoitiamnotasecrethiddenmessagesojustlooktheotherwayegplhoelafjknoginearmflkmdagintonehearejgaopj (Ashli)

<@buem> back

<+Mirar> wb

<+Isondil> wb

<+Mirar> In honor of your returning, I shall sing the YUM SONG!!!!

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[os] topic (#tildruin) EGEAKTJGLKFNGEFGNngfakgnaoitiamnotasecrethiddenmessagesojustlooktheotherwayegplhoelafjknoginearmflkmdagintfuzzyhuggerone (Ashli)

<+Mirar> Jesus. Monkey. Yum!

<@Ashli> OoOoOoh

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øùú Ashli applauds.

<+Mirar> XD

[os] topic (#tildruin) ¸,.»¬=椺²°`¯ Tildruin ¯`°²º¤æ=¬«.,¸ (DrCBVI)