Sunday Group RP Forum

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Quinn and Thorum Quinn laughs for the dwarf,   "Come now, this should be fun, tell us Master Dwarf."   He says, waving his hand in an affirmative manner.  At mention of "We decided to end it."  Quinn looks down and inspects his hand, he knew what that could feel like.  Thorum trails off, almost muttering about a ghost.  "Sorry to bring up some tender memories Thorum, speak no more, if you would prefer."  Quinn smiles weakly in his companions direction, sympathy in his eyes. 

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Quinn and Thorum When Lorelei was young, she tried, but closeness with others never came easy.  Whether she said the right things the right way never mattered, and Lorelei likes to think she's not terribly bad company, but as a child it was difficult to socialize when everyone you could possibly befriend knows that you're different .   That extended into adolescence, and by the time she set out on her own mission, she had learned to stop trying.  So, it's difficult to garner sympathy, beyond a short pang in her chest as Thorum's gaze goes distant.  How does it go?  "It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."   She echoes words her mother once told her.  She reaches out and pats his cheek with a smile, as her mother might have.  Nerves hit her again, as she realizes that it's her turn.  She bites the inside of her lip, thinking as the coppery taste of blood hits her tongue.  "As for myself, well..." Lorelei looks back to Quinn, catching his eyes, a sly smile growing on her lips. "I can't know for sure yet, really, but there I was, a damned fool traveling alone deep in the Underdark..."  She begins, looking at Quinn intently, leaning slightly closer.  "...and I lay eyes on-"   Lorelei pulls back suddenly, moving closer to Thorum with a flash of a grin, laying an arm over her shoulder and tweaking his nose  "-the most handsome young dwarf I ever did see.  Come darling, shall we toast to our love?" 

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Quinn and Thorum Thorum squints his eyes and stares at Lorelei in a confused look as she pats his cheek like he's a child, then his eyes grow bigger as he continues to stare while she slowly puts her arm around him and bops his nose.  Then his head falls back as a large belly laugh explodes out of him.  "BAHAHAHA."   He looks at Quinn.  "Ya can't blame the lass for fallin for me can ya."   He wipes a tear from his eye as another giggle escapes him.  "Its the beard."   He says while stroking his red, braided beard.  "Ladies love the beard."  

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Quinn and Thorum Quinn's heart almost leaps out of his chest as Lorelei leans forwards,  But he can't help but give out a hearty laugh as she tweaks the Dwarfs nose,  "Hmm.. must be the beard," Quinn agrees, absently scratching the line of thick stubble that had begun to outline his face since arriving in the Underdark.  "Can't blame her at all Thorum, you're such a smooth talker, with so many redeeming qualities. Very amiable indeed Master Dwarf."  He lets loose another chuckle and downs what remains in his tankard, now somewhat feeling the effects of inebriation. Absently his hand reaches towards the handkerchief in his shirt pocket, remember what once was, but now is not.  "Well then, another round of cards my friends?"  He asks, shuffling the deck in an oddly practiced haste.    

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Quinn and Thorum Lorelei allows herself a small moment of pride in her deflection of the question.  The answer is there - that it has yet to happen - but well hidden by jest and teasing that it might not be noticed.  She smiles and brushes Thorum's beard lightly, so as not to muss the braid. "Yes, certainly, it was the beard.  Caught my eye right away." Lorelei jokes, laughing a little as Quinn shuffles and deals.  She picks up her cards and only barely let's her face not fall at the sight.  With little strategic discarding that can help the hand that she can see, she picks two cards at random to discard and redraw.  Poker never was her game, but it was about the only one she knew well enough to play.  She eyes Quinn.   "I'm sure we'll get your story from you soon enough." She could get used to this camaraderie.  The last time she'd had it was with Mira.  No such companionship was to be found in her temple.  Her purpose may have been found there, but in many ways it was like returning to her village, sneers and snide looks around every corner.  And certainly there was no one to watch with amusement as their cheeks turn pink with inebriation, lips turn loose and laughs grow louder.  She considers, for the first time in a long while, joining them in that, but she squashes the thought.  Control is key.  Control keeps her who she is.  Control keeps her from slipping down into something else entirely.  Control must be maintained.  She glances up from her cards at Quinn, smiling slightly.  Yes , she reminds herself, even control over that . She is content to watch.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Quinn and Thorum Quinn smiles in response to Lorelei's comment,  "Oh, I'm sure you will, only which story you'd like to hear is the question."  Quinn lifts the corners of his cards from the table and gives a peak, closing his eyes once as he realizes he has possibly the worst hand.  "Well, here's your opportunity. I've got nothing, I fold."  He leans back, hands behind his head ,  "So, what would you like to know?" Maybe it was the steadily setting in inebriation caused by the Ale he had been throwing back, but Quinn found himself at peace, he could answer anything thrown at him, the only thing that worried him was what they would do with the truth.  "Fire away, friends."   

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Quinn and Thorum Lorelei sighs and lays her cards on the table, another solitary pair.  She fared better than Quinn, at least, and she gives him a look of sympathy for those of shared woes.  She looks at Thorum with trepidation.  He must have won. "I don't think it'll be my question this round, either," she admits.  "Come on then, my love, what'll it be?  What secrets will you pry from us?"

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Quinn and Thorum "Haha, 2 pair.  Deuces and jacks."   Thorum smiles.  "Well fine then, since I'm not gettin any ales from you I guess its my turn to ask a question.  OK."  He strokes his beard for a minute while he thinks.    "Well, you clearly both make a living by your weapons.  Why?  Who or what inspired you to live by your blade and be an adventurer?"

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Quinn and Thorum Lorelei's eyes darken and her whole demeanor shifts.  She rakes a hand through her hair, leaning back from the table, averting her eyes from them both.  In the beginning or when it truly mattered?  For the beginning, for why she picked up her sword when she first did, she is ashamed.  For the Raven Queen, for the paladin who saved and trained her, she is proud.  She could answer that with only Quinn to be the wiser.  He knows that she was mercenary first, paladin second. She looks up, catches Quinn's eyes.  She could hope that he would keep silent... and possibly pry himself, later.  Lorelei huffs a laugh, looking down at her hands as she picks at the leather of her bracers. "Fate. Chance." She chooses her secrets.  She lies, "I was lost in an old ruin, some forgotten fortress from some empire that ruled long ago.  It had become infested with undead, a necromancer making it his home.  I didn't realize, I was only exploring..." she keeps her eyes averted, smiling a little, as if embarrassed. "Well, I'd've died there.  By some miracle, a group of clerics had been sent to cleanse the ruin, led by a paladin named Vicente.  Followers of the Raven Queen.  It was no miracle, no coincidence, but providence.  She sent them because it was not to be my time, because I had a greater purpose, one in her service.  They saved me and I returned with them to the temple where I dedicated myself.  I trained to become a paladin so that I might be the weapon of her wrath." Truth and lies, a smattering of both.  Secrets kept.  Lorelei's eyes meet Quinn's again.  If he allows them to be . [Deception 21, rolled in game]

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Quinn and Thorum Quinn gives a curt nod to Lorelei, not really sure why should would want to keep certain details about her past a secret, but respecting her wishes.  He leans back, kicking his feet out, downing the last few dregs of ale in his only shortly before full tankard.  "Well... that's a bit of a long story there Thorum. Where to begin... hmm... I'll give you all the keynotes, the important things."  Quinn scratches his chin for moment, his eyes pointed to the upper left as he tries to recall details from the past.  "So, from day dot, the minute I could hold a bow, my Father, or well..." He leans forward across the table, looking down and inspecting his fingers, running them over the calluses that formed on his finger tips and palm   "Foster father, I suppose... but he was always more than that to me..."  "Anyway, those details are of little consequence, so, from day dot, the minute I could hold a bow, I was learning, shooting, meditating, absorbing all the teachings of the Great Jorlan...." "He was quite an elderly elf you see, well, much older than most you see, somewhere along the way he had separated himself from the community, he named me, his ward, his son and as such was passing his knowledge onto me, as a father would. All, right by that little shack on the river." -"That's where my name is from you see, we lived on the river, I was his ward, Riverward, it made sense and he loved the joke." Quinn let's lose a short laugh, sighing deeply as he continues.  "I think he knew..." Quinn stops for a moment.   "... I think he knew, he was dying... that's why..."   He pauses once again, looking off to the side, the memories proving much more painful than he had first expected.  "In any case... things were, interesting at that time... I was to be engaged... a little lass of red hair and freckled face, Adaline..." "Adaline Fairview..."  Quinn reaches into his shirt pocket, taking out the handkerchief, once more, his fingers rolling across the embroidered initials. "Well, her brother, he didn't much like the idea of the union, always had something to say, something he hated about me... something to prove."  "... It was the Harvest Festival, we were in the melee... everything was fine, we were on even footing, in fact, I think he nearly had the upper hand, but he just..."  Quinn clenches the Handkerchief tightly in his now closed fist. "... The fool swung too high..."  He sighs,  "I ducked under the blow, and laid out a cutting blow to his lower back... he was crippled."  Quinn lets loose another shaky sigh, "... as you might believe, that didn't smooth over well with Adaline, or her family... to make matters worse, Jorlan -- my Father... he was sick, with no signs of getting better..."   He pauses once more, a solitary tear sliding down his cheek, suddenly his expression changes from one of sorrow, to one of anger; he slams his fist into the table, tossing the seat from under him across the bar. "They MURDERED Him! MURDERED."  He stands, breathing heavily for moment, before throwing his cards across the table and begins sulking away to his room.  

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Quinn and Thorum Thorum looks at Quinn leaving with big eyes.  Opens his mouth to say something, but changes his mind and just lets him leave.  He turns to Lorelei.  "I think maybe I asked the wrong question.  This is why I'm not big on gambling."  He smiles at her and downs his mug.   "I'll talk ta him later, give him a moment to cool down."

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Quinn and Thorum Lorelei feels her heart twist as Quinn goes on, as she begins to see where the story is going.  Guilt pools in her gut for hiding her own truths, but she's startled from it as Quinn slams his fists into the table.  She half stands as he shouts, and a silence comes over the bar at the commotion.  She thinks she hears a complaint from the bartender, but her eyes are on Quinn as he stands there.  Lorelei reaches out as he walks from the table, but stops herself before touching his arm, before stopping him.  Instead she watches him go, sadness and cowardice in her eyes.  She slides back into her chair, watching the stairs as Thorum addresses her. The guilt returns.  She looks back at him, regret shining in her crimson eyes. "I lied." She admits quietly, meeting Thorum's eyes.  "I wasn't lost in that ruin, I ran headlong into it looking for my father.  I left home when I was seventeen to find him.  That is why I took up my sword and I hate myself for it.  I was a stupid child, and I thought that if I found him... that I would find some part of myself that was missing.  I thought he could give me something that my mother couldn't.  I thought he might teach me things about myself, about what I am, what he is.  I didn't care what that meant, what that would make me.  More vampire than human, I didn't care.  It didn't matter to me how he'd hurt my mother, the sadness in her eyes on rare cold nights that memories consumed her and she told me how much I looked like him..."   She swallows thickly, and laughs shakily, looking away as her own eyes well with tears that don't fall.   "I was such a silly, proud child.  I spent five years looking, like a fool.  The part about the clerics, about Vicente, that was true.  He was the father to me that I had never had.  I know something of that bond, of a father that is not yours but is .  I abandoned my search, I found my place.  My missing piece.  He gave that to me."  Lorelei presses a hand to the symbol on her tabard, the image of the raven.  " She gave that to me, despite what I am." Lorelei looks back to where Quinn retreated up the stairs moments ago. "He doesn't know.  I haven't told him what I am." Lorelei laughs at herself, standing and grabbing her great sword from where it leans beside the table, "I don't know why.  I usually would.  It's better to know your enemies, know who would hate you.  I've learned that much over the years."   Lorelei stands there for a moment, then leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of Thorum's head, muttering, "I'm sorry for lying, love."   It's then that she sees the bow still resting on the table, undisturbed.  Lorelei fastens her great sword to her back and reaches out, brushing the smooth, polished bow. "I'll talk to him... at the very least to return this," she asserts, lifting the bow from the table, turning it over in her hands, admiring the carvings. 

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Quinn and Thorum "Frankly I'm surprised ya even told me.  Don't get me wrong I'm glad ya told me about, ya know...about yer dad, but I'd probably keep that info to myself."  He stops and thinks for a moment.   "Or would I?  Damned if I know...I mean that ghost aged me like 30 years...and people keep tellin' me I died.  Am I part ghost?"  He shrugs and waves Lorelei away.  "Go ahead and try talkin' ta him, but don't press him if he wants ta be alone.  Sometimes a man just needs to blow off a little steam on his own."   He leans back in his chair and waves the bartender over for another ale.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Quinn Quinn walks into his room, gently closing the door behind him.  He sighs deeply, "You idiot..." He lets loose another sigh, standing motionless for several long moments. Finally he hangs his head, leaning up off the wall now, he removes his shirt and bracers, walking over to the bed, he once more, as he has done every night since getting here, removes the pillows and blankets from the bed, to the floor to lay down.  Quinn finishes his task and walks to the small desk and chair in the far corner, checking his quivers, before throwing his hands against his face.  A few short sobs echoing through the small chamber.  He startles for a moment, hearing footsteps in the hall.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Quinn & Lorelei With a fond smile at Thorum, Lorelei heads for the stairs.  He's right, she ought to leave Quinn be, let him cool down... she grips the bow a little tighter.  He'll want this back , she assures herself, simply return it and be on your way.  Let him alone .  After a beat, she realizes that she's already standing before his door, and perhaps has been for a long moment.  She sighs softly. She holds the bow close to her side and reaches up to knock, hesitating only another few seconds before her knuckles rap against the wood.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Quinn & Lorelei Quinn could hear her on the other side of the door, she had been standing there for nearly half a minute, he could hear her soft breathing, the shuffle of her feet on the floorboards as she shifted her weight. He didn't really know what he wanted to do right now, ignore her, or take her into his arms.  Staring at the door, his mind was a flood of self-imposed questions,  -"What do you expect me to do..." -"How do I get out of this..." -"What do I tell her..."   He wrapped his hands around his head and pull his torso inward towards his knees, just as he hears.  'ratta tap tap' on his door.  All of the questions, the doubts faded.  He stared again at the door, his heartbeat amplified, the volume deafening in his ears, he swallows hard, straightens himself, he walks over to the door. Quinn stands there for another long moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob.  Slowly, he wills himself to grasp it, and twist.... "Hello Lory..." he stutters, door open slightly ajar, his shirtless form standing in the silhouette.   

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Quinn & Lorelei There's a long enough stretch of time before the door opens that Lorelei briefly considers knocking again, calling out, or perhaps abandoning her intent altogether.  She jolts slightly when the door pulls open and she's met with the sight of Quinn.  She forgets her words for a brief moment, unsure and anxious as she's finally standing before him.  Her eyes are inevitably drawn to the mess of scars that is his chest, shadowed by the door but clearly visible to her in the dim lighting of the inn.  She opens her mouth to ask before pausing, eyes snapping back to his face as she remembers her purpose.  Her eyes turn away from his again, down toward the bow in her hands.  She strokes the supple yew, tracing the carvings.  She realizes that silence has stretched for an awkward while and she clears her throat, holding the bow toward him. "You honor your father," she says quietly, eyes still cast low,  "with the care you show this weapon that you wield in his name.  May he rest well." She finally looks up at him again,  " I am sorry for the grief that we have reminded you of."

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Quinn & Lorelei Quinn looks Lorelei in the eyes as she casts her glance down his tattered torso, waiting, watching. Finally she looks back up at him...  "You honor your father..."   For Quinn that's all it took, his heart leapt into his throat and he took a step back, almost as if being hit by a physical blow. He reaches down, for the bow, tracing his fingers across it's smooth exterior.  Looking back at Lorelei, he smiles, a brief moment his eyes shimmer with tears of joy,  being reunited with his bow, even after so little a time, meant the world to him and he was shocked that he had left it behind.  Quinn reaches down, gently, slowly taking Lorelei's hand and intertwining his fingers with hers.  "Thank you," He whispers, as he leans forward and plants a kiss on her forehead, Drawing back, as if to walk away. 

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Quinn & Lorelei Lorelei's hand remains hovering in the air a moment as he takes the bow back, and as she watches his expression change, she can't help but feel a warmth in her chest that brings a returning smile to her face.  She'd done it right, said the right thing and she feels a whirl of pride.  Her smile falters with surprise as his fingers intertwine with hers and he steps close.  Trepidation returns and she nearly takes a step back, retreating, but holds her ground.  As his lips touch her forehead, she feels a flutter in her chest, and tension bleeds away again as she hears his soft thanks and her smile returns. He pulls back, to walk away, and it is pure thoughtless instinct, a strange, sad feeling twisting in her gut, some sort of panic, that makes her tighten her grip, staying his movement, rather than letting their fingers fall apart as he walks away. In the seconds that follow, she feels foolish.  Why stop him?  Let him be , she reminds herself.  What a strange feeling that was, the overwhelming desire to make him stay.  Lorelei huffs an embarrassed laugh, loosing her grip and raking her hand through her hair as it separates from his.  She thought that she wasn't that silly girl, anymore.  She'd learned her lessons well.  I have a higher purpose, this foolishness is not only ill-advised, it is distraction .  She smiles up at him, something sad in it. "Goodnight, Quinn."   She says softly and slowly turns toward her own room.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Quinn & Lorelei Quinn stops his movement as he feels her fingers tighten around his, peering over his shoulder, for a brief moment he felt like he should turn, ask her to stay, just to be in her company for a moment, his thought is cut off quickly however, as she quickly loosens her grip and laughs. He raises an eyebrow in response.  "Goodnight Quinn,"  ... " 'Night... Lory."  As she walks away he closes the door softly behind him, pausing hand still wrapped around the doorknob, he plants his head on the door, closing his eyes.  Not exactly sure what he wanted, if anything at all.  Another moment passes, and suddenly he feels a sense of urgency take hold of him, Just the sense of... 'quickly' took hold of him,  He pauses for another moment, hearing the sounds of her retreating footsteps.  "I must." He whispers to himself,  Taking a breath, he twists the doorknob and opens the door again, stepping out into the dank exterior of the hallway...

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Quinn & Lorelei She allows herself another fond smile at the nickname as she walks toward her room.  She hears the door shut softly down the hall, and she moves as if in molasses, some force dragging her steps.  She unstraps the sword from her back and pushes open the door to her room.  She sighs, looking into the darkened space, bracing herself against the doorway, as she's suddenly overcome by a crushing disappointment.  It's silly to ask herself why.  She knows what she'd wanted.  For three months she traveled in the company of duergar mercenaries, spending her every penny to make it here, then for three days more she searched this vile city full of those who avoid her and those who despise her and any outsider within their gates. For one so accustomed to being alone, she never thought she could feel so terribly lonely.   The idea of companionship is an enticing one like never before.  Handsome, charming and sweet were not qualities she expected to find here, nor had they ever been so appealing.   She hears a sound down the hall, the scrape of wood.  Emotions wash over her in a wave of force.  Fear, regret, guilt, frustration, hope, loneliness- She's in her room in a flash, the door slamming shut behind her.  Her heart is hammering in her chest, she hears the throbbing sound and fears that so too does everyone in this damned city.  She slides to the floor, back against the door, holding her sword to her chest.  Her laugh at her own foolishness sounds like a quiet sob.

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Quinn & Lorelei He stands there, mouth open to say, who knows what, but he only catches the glimpse of her raven black hair retreating into her room. He silently starts wondering to himself if he should follow her... A moment passes... .. .. and then another... Frustrated with himself, he sighs, reaching back through his door to grab his furs as he walks towards the bath house.  "Idiot." he berates himself. 

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus & Pockets Sitting on the edge of the bed Angus grinds his wet stone with curved strokes along the edge of his great axe deep in thought. Stroke after stroke Angus falls deeper into his trance of thought. The memories of their capture and escape, the gentle and caring Eldeth and his promise, the acts of violence he had committed (Trying to kill Okhar by throwing him to his death, Trying to throw that Drow from the raft to prevent it from sinking) Angus was changing. The only thought present in each moment was it was necessary for the greater good of everyone. Okhar was a Danger to everyone, the Drow would of destroyed the only raft they had at the time. Memories of saying goodbye to Thorum flash ever so briefly, his brother looking down on top of him, the look of worry. Each passing thought is like a dagger to the heart, then nothing. Angus stares deeply at his face reflecting in the well maintained axe. "I've changed Thia...I fear I'm not the gentle Dwarf you once knew. I wander if your alive still, if your still as warm as the homes hearth. War changed me, this place changes me still. So many years have passed since you where taken by the denizens of the underdark. For you i will not be taken, For Pockets who i promised to protect i will not be taken, for Thorum i must do better, for everyone i need to step up, they know were here now, it wont be long until we face our captor's once more, this time.. we WILL be ready" , looking at his reflection  speaking to himself, Angus smiles. "Change". Angus puts his small hand axe in his belt. Satisfied with a job well done, with only a couple nicks above his right ear the cold air of the room hits his now bald head as he heads for pocket's room. Knocking three times as he reaches her door.

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Pockets The Kender was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling and absentmindedly strumming her Dulcimer when she heard three knocks on the door. There was a slight sting of sadness because she had to leave the first bed she'd gotten to sleep in in a long time, but - duty calls. She put her instrument to the side and scuttled to the door. " Angus! " Her face lit up. " Did you hear about the dinosaurs? There are dinosaurs . "

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? Who: Angus & Pockets Angus only has to wait but moments before he hears the shuffling of feat behind the door. As recognision took place on pockets face, Angus couldnt help but return a smile towards a friendly face and close friend. "Angus...Did you hear about the dinosaurs? There are dinosaurs." A small chuckle escapes Angus's lit up face, his bald head feeling a little warmer as his hand rubs against it after he lifts his hand in greeting. "Whoa, slow down wee lass,...I cant say I have heard much recently, I have been busy" Angus ruffles Pockets hair and smiles at her fondly "Dinosaurs eh? Not heard much about dinosaurs, why don't we get comfy and you can tell me what you have heard. Then we can talk about something...something i have been thinking about, but it can wait." Angus motions to the chair and bed in pockets room, and awaits to be invited in. Unable to keep the growing smile at bay, it felt good to have his mind taken off the past few weeks.

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Pockets Her ears perked up when Angus mentioned 'something he's been thinking about'. Pockets loved the big guy, but him actually spending time thinking about something meant it was important. Entertaining the idea of skipping straight to the important part the Bard threw it out of the window just as quickly. They'd had enough serious important stuff. It was fun time. She opened the door a little wider and gestured to the bed, then running over and jumping onto it herself. Like a young Pockets at one of her pretend sleepovers the Kender crossed her legs and put a pillow on her lap. " So. We met this human woman at the tavern-part of this inn and at first she seemed really grumpy and uninterested - until I told her I work with beasts. At that she perked up. See, she didn't know about Kender and thought I was a Halfling, and - apparently - Halflings are known to work with dinosaurs. " Pockets paused for effect and stared at him intently. " She has offered to hire me to work with dinosaurs. " Another quick pause. " And fight the Undead. That too. " ... " But DINOSAURS Angus. Dinosaurs . "

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Pockets Angus watched with a face full of joy as pockets jolted off jumping on top of the bed excited to tell her story. A heavy weight lifted off Angus's shoulders in that moment, it reminded him of something his sister would do when she was little when she had something exiting to talk about. Angus plumped himself down on the bed and listened intently to pockets story. Just as Pockets finishes her last words "And fight the Undead. That too." Angus runs his hand over his bald head then through his intertwining beard. "Well that is some story. Know what undead are all to well, can't say i know much about these dinosaurs, tell me about them they sound interesting. More importantly..Are you considering leaving us and going with her? I know everyone think's i am not that smart, and yeah they are probably right but i know some stuff and i know you like animals, That must be a tempting offer little lass".

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Pockets Pockets slightly tilted her head to the side. " Angus... yes, dinosaurs sound like an awesome adventure, but there is no way I'm leaving you guys behind. Not now, anyway. " Her features turned more neutral. " I guess it's more of a small fantasy. Just go far away, see real dinosaurs for the first time, fight the good fight over there and just... leave all of this behind. But that would be running away wouldn't it? " She gave her Dwarf friend a sad smile. " No I'm not gonna do that. We have Venya's children to find, Eldeth's shield to return, Lord Arduk needs help, I need to return Ovrin's grandma's bone-thingy... to I don't even know where. " The small Kender huffed. " We can't even leave the city right now. " Staring into the distance Pockets goes quiet for a moment and then just throws herself onto her back, now staring at the ceiling again. " If you could leave right now to go on any adventure, where would you go? To explore an ancient ruin? Find a pirate captain's treasure? " A smile crept back onto her face. " Retrieve an old dwarven artifact? "

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Pockets "...But that would be running away wouldn't it?" Angus listened to every single word taking in all the information he could, as pockets finished it was hard not feel some pride in her resolve in wanting to finish the many things that have slowly tallied up over time. "If you could leave right now to go on any adventure, where would you go? To explore an ancient ruin? Find a pirate captain's treasure? Retrieve an old dwarven artifact?" Letting out a long drawn out breath Angus joined Pockets in laying down staring at the ceiling. "You know, would running away be such a bad thing? I mean, since we met we have done nothing but run. We now know they know we are here. Honestly Pockets...It would be the smart thing to do. Traveling with others would be safer since they are looking for us specifically as far as we know...Maybe selfishness is what is needed to survive?" Angus looks over to pockets smiling "Although honestly i would miss your company little lass, i wouldn't hold it against you if that was your choice, i cant imagine anyone would". Angus paused for a moment, as he thought about pockets last question giving it more thought than he expected. "Bahaha" Angus sits himself up and crosses his legs looking down at pockets with a smile that reaches ear to ear. "Honestly? I would go adventuring the surface world, I've spent all my years training for the retaking of our city, I've seen so little, i think i would like to explore, fight creatures I couldn't dream off, see what up there has to offer. Ever since i woke up from.." Angus pauses for a moment losing his smile. "Never mind, i guess since after the lake I've felt different like something was missing, like i don't belong. I made a promise i would find someone years ago and in truth it was the reason i joined the army so i could use that in an effort to find someone who was taken many years ago..but i don't have that feeling anymore, i guess i have come to terms with what I've always known. So I will explore the world and see its many wanders." Angus throws a smile back at pockets "I would even take up trying to find an ancient Dwarven relic, but i am not smart enough to pull of such a task alone" Angus throws a wink at pockets "Come on then, tell me lass full of wander and curiosity. If you could do anything right now, what would you be doing"

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Pockets Pockets turned her head to the side and smiled at Angus. " Let's be real here - neither of us are gonna go anywhere. There are things to do and lives to save and someone's gotta do it. We can't leave it to the amateurs now can we? " Her head turned back to the ceiling as she listened to Angus for a while. She made a mental note about the person her friend wanted to find, but left it alone for now. Fun. Time. ' If you could do anything right now, what would you be doing? ' " Hmmm. What would I be doing... " Her head went into a million directions and, at the same time, came up with nothing, and then she realized. " Do you know what I want to do? Nothing. I want to sleep for a whole week, maybe cook some good meals and read a long ass book, that's it. " She turned back to Angus. " I want a break. A 'Be-a-lazy-ass-and-do-nothing' break. That would be nice. "

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Pockets Angus flopped himself back down on the bed "Doing nothing eh?! haha...hoo that would be nice, maybe even a nice boiled bath to loosen the muscles and tension from the stress and rough nights full of sleep. To have meals brought to me in bed for a week full of meat and warm vegetables. You know, I like that idea better than mine". Angus looks over at pockets and smiles at her fondly "You know something tells me your going to kill me when you find out why i came to see you wee pocket's my lass. As much as i would love to grant you peace and quiet, I promised myself i would do right by everyone from now on, I've changed hence shaving off my head of hair. I am going to try my best to do better, but i need your help" Angus makes himself more comfortable on the bed and looks at pockets with a gentle smile followed by a cheeky grin. " Like you said, we can't leave this type of thing to the amateurs right?."

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Pockets The Bard's eyes narrowed and her face fell. " Argh, and here I thought your new lack of hair was a style choice. " She tried to get up by doing a crunch but was quickly reminded that she was a bard scientist and not in any way equipped to do fitness exercises. Now her stomach muscles were hurting and she had to scramble up instead. " Alright you newly dapper looking gentle-dwarf. What are you getting me into now and can I bring snacks? "

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Pockets Angus smiles ruefully at Pockets and cracks his knuckles before getting up. Leaning on the edge of the bed Angus lifts himself up and paces the room thinking to himself. " Well whilst use where out i have been thinking a lot... Why are we running? After seeing that Drow i think its time we need to start planning for whats coming. I mean, we may be safe here, but what is stopping them waiting for us in ambush as soon as we leave this place?" Angus stops pacing, folding his arms across his chest he looking at pockets. "We have time, and we have that magical quartz. I was hoping you would know someway to make it more usable or at least have some ideas. Any advantage we have may be useful". Angus judges pockets response and after a moment continues. "How friendly are you with our fellow Drow companions. Any information on how they operate may be useful. I mean i still cant get my head around why they are still following us after all this time, i mean are we really that interesting and worth the hassle? I'm thinking its time we prepare to set a trap for them instead of waiting to be hunted down. We can use this time, to maybe gain some allies or at the very least resources." looking Pockets over one more time he sits on a near by chair and rests crossing his arms and legs. "Well? What do you think?"

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Pockets The Bard stared at Angus and then lowered her head into her hands only to lift it right back up. " I... I am so proud of you. " Pretending to fake cry and sniff she fanned herself with her hands as if she needed calm herself down. " Alright, " a fake tear was being wiped away, " I think Varn and Sarith are our best bet, especially Sarith. Anything we plan - be it an ambush ourselves or full on confrontation - should depend on the info we gather. That will tell us what allies, resources and plans we need. " Pockets could feel the fire enter her spirit. " Either way, we'll probably need money and - at the moment - I think the captain of the guard is our best bet to get resources of any kind without running into big issues in the city. We can't do anything if we're back in prison. " The Kender tried her best to grab her bag without leaving the bed and made it, but just barely. She shuffled through it and found her journal and pen. " Alright, so what do we know already? They use crossbow bolts dipped in poison, though it seems to be less harmful and more... tranquilizing. We're gonna need something for that. " Her face scrunched up. " Against that. For helping us with that. Ugh, you know what I mean. " She turned back to the book. " They get help from Quaggoths, who seem to be their brawn. Uh... their priestesses summon spiders? Or brainwash them to follow? Or maybe they just have a better version of the Animal Friendship spell... " She lifted her head to Angus. " Do you remember anything else? "

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Pockets Unable to to hide his smile, Angus gave in raising his arms resting them behind his head, feeling a moment of triumph. Angus nods in response to Pockets as she goes through what little information they have gathered thus far. "...They use crossbow bolts dipped in poison...Quaggoths...spiders..." "Well actually i do have some other useful information" Angus smiles before continuing "There bolts where a paralysis rather than a poison, it numbed the senses and froze the muscles, There crudely crafted swords from what i have experienced are not coated with poison or the same agent found on their bolts, they can do that magic thing that prevents you from seeing, but from what i can tell that's a two way thing so i would imagine that would be something they would use in a retreat rather than an attack. Not had the pleasure of fighting toe to toe with the Quaggoths but the Drow themselves seem to favor ranged rather than close quarters combat. Spiders can be bothersome but they arent a great threat however their webs can be bothersome as i have experienced". Angus thinks to himself satisfied he cant think of anything else he looks back at pockets "I think that's that, but i do remember someone saying those quartz could blind the Drow as their eyes cant handle such powerful sources of light? Anything else you can think of wee lass?"

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Pockets " Paralysis, ey? I guess that means we could use Freedom of Movement or something like that... Sadly, I don't have it and I doubt anyone else does - unless the new pair has some tricks up their sleeves. We want to get close to the Drow, away from the Quaggoth and need a sign to give our group to close their eyes whenever we do use the crystals- " Pockets paused. " Angus? What if killing the group that's after us just gets us a bigger or stronger bunch of Drow? I don't want to assume too much here, but don't dark elves seem like the revenge type? 'You dare cross us and instead of leaving you alone we'll want to kill you even more'? " She closed the book, got up from the bed and grabbed her stuff. " Let's take it to the others - or at least to Sarith. I don't think Varn would want to talk about the worst of his species. "

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Pockets Angus had thought it through all to well, expecting pockets to be concerned about a retaliation. "Well, i had thought about that too but i do not think we have that to fear. Remember the force that attacked the orc camp? I think that is all they can spare. I mean, when we where escaping, those demon creatures weren't all to friendly, something tells me we are the least of their worries and the smart thing to do for survival would be to fortify a position in defense from those beasts. They looked scared back then, I do not know why or where they came from, nor why they have chased us for so long, but i cannot imagine them sending a larger force when there are other threats down here. That would make them a target for their enemies." Pausing for a brief moment Angus goes through all he can remember from what he had seen when fighting Drow in the past. "They are intelligent and well organized, to send a larger force just for us would not make sense if we defeated the force currently in pursuit". "Well from a military stand point I am fairly certain if we kill the ones tracking us down, we should be safe from further pursuit. In the case where i am wrong, at the very least it will buy us enough time to get somewhere safe and friendly...Or out of here completely not to mention a large group of Drow might be seen as an attack by cities such as that so they would need to be very careful on how big a force they send, even the Druergar have territory lines." "Let's take it to the others - or at least to Sarith. I don't think Varn would want to talk about the worst of his species." "You know Sarith and Varn best, however i would like Varn's opinion on how to manage the Quartz we found, he seems to be a man with magical talents, maybe he could help create something useful and practical. To be honest i think we should utilize them both for whatever information they can give on our pursuers, maybe Sarith has more to say about our specific captors though. Any information we can get such as motives, weaknesses, and most of all what could be used to trick and lure them into a trap will be useful. I am just so sick of running Pockets. I know battle, war and how to skirmish. I may not know much more than that, i may have a tendency to lash out first its what I'm good at, and if i can use that to help, i want to do what i can, and this is the only thing i have to offer". Sighing out loud and rubbing his hands against his face Angus looks at Pockets "Killings the only thing I'm good at lass, we all know I'm useless at everything else".

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Angus & Thorum What the bloody hell just happened? Everyone in the group turning on each other and now Lorelie disappeared? Thorum needed to blow off some steam so he turned to Angus. "If everyone else is fighting, you want to fight Angus? I got some steam to vent." Angus replied, "I could go a sparring match. You ready?" "Oh yeah," Thorum replied as they went at it. After a few punches back and forth Thorum calls for a timeout. "Timeout! I'll take me armor off too." "Still have that quick jab, You sure? I do not mind you using your armor." "Seems unfair. You're just hittin' me armor that time." Thorum responded while peeling off his chain mail. They squared up again and went at it. Thorum wiped blood from his chin and Angus spit some blood out. "Don't roll your shoulder as much on the hook, Its easy to spot brother." Angus told Thorum. Thorum layed into him good then and Angus spit more blood. "Thats better HIT ME!" Angus yelled while laying into Thorum with 2 solid punches. Thorum held up a hand. "All right, all right. You win." Angus then screamed the name "Saruuuuuuc!" And turned to Thorum. "You want to blow off some steam still? Your improving brother, Couldn't see the majority of them punches coming." Thorum wipes his mouth again and says, "OK fine," as he charged into Angus and grabbed him, pinning his arm behind him. They struggled like this for a few moments before Thorum let go and said, "I'm good, I'm good. Thanks brother." Angus Bronzebeard reached out a hand to his brother, who took it in his own as they nodded to each other. "Ale?" Thorum asked. "Aye, I believe I owe you a drink."

Location: Shadowfell (probably) Date/Time: ? Who: Lorelei & ???? Lorelei's breaths are coming heavy, heart hammering in her ears.  Quinn's arms are locked around her side, pinning her arms down and, bloodied, Lorelei can do little to fight it, but she does.  She tries to pull away, the edges of her vision dark as she focuses on Saruuc, sees herself breaking free, reaching out and wrapping her hands around his neck- Go, then; commune with your god. In the next breath, darkness shrouds her vision.  She stumbles, free of Quinn's grasp, to a ground she can't see.  She blinks her eyes, trying to clear them, trying to make sense of the sudden silence that surrounds her.  What madness is this?   Her heart beats ever faster, panic clutching at her throat.  She looks up, around, and all she sees is... shadow.  Darkness to the edges of her vision - nothing .  Her lack of sight is a lack of anything to see around her.  Just as she felt her rage cooling into fear, it reignites.  That damned thing.  Arduk .  It did this to her, sent her... somewhere .  Lorelei pushes herself to her feet with a growl of frustration, but the movement only serves to remind her of her state.  Unarmored, bloody, and - as she brings a hand to her abdomen to feel, grimacing at the touch - sporting a broken rib or three.  Panting, she reaches up to clutch her holy symbol, closing her eyes.  Her hand gleams with light in the darkness, and some of her pain melts away along with the immediate danger of death by internal hemorrhaging.  It's a long moment she stands there, half leaning on her sword for support, as the entirety of her situation asserts itself in her mind.  With a growl, finally, she lifts her sword, placing the flat edge over her shoulder, and walks.   She walks some more. And more. Until dread settles inside her, anger cools, rational thought begins to return as the darkened ground and shadowed sky stretches out in front of her.  She stumbles slightly, stopping in her tracks.  She sticks her sword in the ground and falls to her knees, shutting her eyes, cursing her foolishness, her stubbornness. -commune with your god- The words come back to her.  The words of that disrespectful statue- He called you myth.   She thinks, blood boiling, but the anger doesn't hold for long as she grips her holy symbol, the raven with wings outstretched, death's welcoming embrace.  But what is there but providence in how I came to you?  What is there but divinity in the power you grant me?  The chance you've given one such as I?  I thought my fate was in that ruin, years ago, and yet I was spared.  It cannot have been to die here, wandering this realm, instead.  Please... guide me .

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Saruuc, Lord Arduk After the effect of Pocket's spell wears off, Saruuc collects himself as the past few minutes catch up to him... "Ha ha... I did it! I defended my faith! I defended my Lord! But Lorelei?" As his temporary high comes to a close, Saruuc spins around and immediately walks back into the room where the two dwarves seem to have resolved some bout of fisticuffs and are speaking about ale. Everyone else seems to remain in their similar positions with the exception of Lorelei who is no where to be seen.  Ignoring the rest of them, Saruuc's eyes focus on his Lord Arduk who is shaking slightly because of the crying ooze holding him. Directing his thoughts to the statue, Saruuc thinks loudly, "My Lord, your servant returns. I apologize I was not able to stop her from attempting to harm you." Stopping here Saruuc looks down at the last spot where Lorelei was before she suddenly vanished. "I do not think I would have killed her, but it is hard to say what may or may not have happened when the time has already passed. Can I assume you banished her from this plane? Do you think she will return?" Saruuc asks this final question with neither malice nor hopefulness. He is still trying to come to grips with how he should feel towards Lorelei, the woman who less than an hour ago had spoken kind words to him when he was feeling weak. Seeing as this was the first time she had ever met the statue, Saruuc could take a decent guess that the reason for her outburst was due to Lord Arduk bestowing upon her the truth of this world and it's "gods". If that was the case, it most certainly was not surprising. Most would act in a similar fashion after having their beliefs rocked to the core. If she does return, perhaps I will be called to act like the priests of my time, healing the wounds our Lord's words can inflict. He let's just the briefest of smiles dance across his face upon thinking of those long lost memories. 

Location: Gracklstugh Date/Time: ? Who: Saruuc, Quinn Quinn seethes with anger as the Goblin saunters back into the room, bursting out that he was victorious, rage over takes his vision as he grasps the armored plates of the Hobgoblin pushing him against the wall,  "You filthy piece of slime! Were it not for them, and the respect I have for them"  Quinn says, literally shaking in anger, pointing his finger at the rest of the party "I would'n't have hamstringed you, you monster, you would have seen your last day you pathetic worm, do you know how many years I've spent hunting your kind?"  A slightly maniacal laughter breaks lose from Quinn's mouth. "After EVERYTHING that has happened, you believe THAT is the only way to react to the situation, did you see her? She was bleeding, she was near death, over an argument and a paltry spell CAST AT STONE  and LIKE A COWARD, you hit her from behind."  He ends the sentence spitting on the floor.  Releasing the Goblin,  Taking a step back he points at the Statue in the ooze,  "You work this shit out, you bring her back, or I promise you there will be a swift reckoning."   He stares the Saruuc down for a moment, before picking up his furs and disappearing out the door, looking for silence, and solace.

Location: Gracklstugh Tavern Date/Time: ? Who: Angus + Thorum The barman stares Angus down for a brief second, before bringing him two ales. Angus glares back and nods his head in thanks.  Walking over to his brother Angus sits down next to him instead of across. "Cheers brother" Tankards Clash and some froth spills from the collision "Ahh, nothing beats some ale to wash away the blood from a good fist fight eh brother, now tell me, what is with the chip these new comers have on their shoulders, i mean notmally im the unhinged oneyou know. I know the pale woman from the giant, and the goblin fellow helped save your life. But this bowman's a new face, what do you know about him?"

Location: Gracklstugh Tavern Date/Time: ? Who: Angus + Thorum Thorum sighs. "Religion. People always fighting over their religious beliefs. I don't know Angus.  I had drinks with the girl and the bowman just hours ago like you and me are doin' now.  They seemed like real nice lads...ere lass..lad and lass.  And the goblin saved me back on the lake.  I went in after Kennith and he pulled me out.  He coulda let me drown easy...I don't know...why can't everyone just get along?" Thorum sighs again and takes another gulp.  " Like we don't have enough problems already."

Location: Gracklstugh Tavern Date/Time: ? Who: Angus + Thorum "Aye Saruuc aint to bad, he did kinda save me and you when that giant nearly crushed you, if he never helped when he did id never of held it for much longer, Ha". Angus takes a sip and looks around the tavern, searching for any prying ears that may be trying to listen in. "Listen, ive let you down far to many times, you have always had my back. Its time to repay you brother, i will try my best to never let you down again".

Location: Gracklstugh Tavern Date/Time: ? Who: Angus + Thorum "Let me down?  Like when I ask ya ta help break up a fight and you say NOPE and watch while our   friends  try to bloody kill each other?"  Grumbles into his ale.  "I don't know, maybe I should just let them kill themselves if that's what they want..."

Location: Gracklstugh Tavern Date/Time: ? Who: Angus + Thorum Sliding off the chair, Angus lifts himself up. Raising his mug one more time the cold liquid and froth hits his lips and disapears. "Ahh, well i was never going to let it get to the point where someone would die, sometimes a good fight can help bring us together. Now on that note of wisdom, im heading to our room. This ere dwarf needs some rest before tomorrow brings new challenges".

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei Lorelei breathes in the stale air of the Underdark as the world reasserts itself around her.  Sounds come rushing back, her vision becoming clear in the darkness of the alleyway.  It takes her a moment, standing there, frozen.  Slowly, the aching of her ribs, a throbbing in her head, and the taste of coppery blood in her mouth brings reality crashing back.  All at once, she moves, steps taking her out from the alleyway and into the street.  What have I done? She shoves the thought away.  What I had to.   Looking around, she finds herself standing in front of the inn, realizing she'd been sent back to an alley just outside.  There are many things to ruminate on, many decisions to be made.  Too many things to think about, and only one she can choose to focus on and maintain her sanity. Saruuc. Her blood boils.  She throws open the door to the inn, her glare cutting across the room, withering upon any who dares to meet it.  Which is... rather few.  The barkeep and a straggler or two, nursing maybe a ninth or tenth ale, are all who remain.  Lorelei storms toward the stairs, finding her way back to the room where she last saw Saruuc.  She moves to burst through the door... And freezes.  That thing, that statue is still here, of course.  It could send her away again, the foul thing.  Her hand balls into a fist as every pent up frustration and anger and fear pours itself into a growl of frustration as she spins and throws her fist into the wall across the hall. "Saruuc!" She shouts, voice breaking ever so slightly with crackling fury.   "Saruuc, step out and face me!"

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : The Same Fucking Night WHO : Lorelei and Saruuc Saruuc shoots straight up from his sleep upon hearing the shrill cry of the banshee known as Lorelei. His eyes widen and relax several times as a sudden rush of feelings and emotions overwhelm him from the nightmare he had just been having. He felt the curious urge to hug Quinn for some reason...  Catching up to what is awaiting him outside of the room, Saruuc looks to the door and his face grows concerned. " I suppose I should be happy she made it back. " he mutters to himself. Sighing heavily he stands and prepares to head out before second guessing and deciding to take the extra minute to throw on his armor and grab his hammer..... just in case..... As he goes to place his hammer on his back he notes a dagger on his hip, yet it doesn't feel off. Rather it feels very natural to have the dagger by his side even though he has no recollection of it. Perhaps Lord Arduk would know why he is having these weird feelings.  Stepping out of the room, Saruuc looks across the bar to see Lorelei standing there practically fuming in anger. He sizeable chunk of wall missing from the inn and that her hand seems to be bleeding from it. She seems to be a bit tense. Maybe I should have waiting for Quinn to go out instead, he would have backed me up . Again Saruuc is confused on why he knows Quinn would at least partially defend him when hours ago he just tried to strangle him. Shaking his head of the thoughts, Saruuc strides boldly forward to Lorelei before stopping a few feet away, just outside of her sword range hopefully... "Lorelei, I'm glad to see you made it back. Quinn was especially upset at your departure. As was the rest of the party to varying degrees. Please in the future, do not attempt to harm my Lord, it makes me especially upset. Seeing as my Lord has most likely imparted upon you the knowledge of the "gods" and seeing as there are no clerics of his Lordship to speak here, I must fulfill my duty and speak on their behalf." Saruuc coughs lightly to himself and attempts to wipe some of the dust from his armor. He then takes a chair from the closest table before gesturing with his hand for Lorelei to do the same. "Forgive me if I am not a great as some of our priests were, but come join me at the table and let us speak of the "gods".   

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : The Same Fucking Night WHO : Lorelei and Saruuc Beads of sweat slowly collect at Angus's brow, low muttering of unintelligable words escape each parted breath. Then the sound of a woman shouting at the top of her voice, full of Anger and intent.  Eye's flicker open instantly, a dull pain in the right knee slowly creeps in, Angus's reaction instantly goes into survival mode sprining to action until he recognises the voice as Lorelei, but its too late. As soon as Angus leaves the bed his feet touch the ground, but somethings off the bed wasnt that far down, there should be more space, naked feet touch a hard shell before the entire weight of the body crashes under the weakened knee. Angus knocks his head off the ground and is met with a dry tongue licking his face. A creature with a massive shell greets him.  Angus takes a moment to sort himself confused, angry and infuriated. Deciding to leave the strange creature for now he storm's out the room, his right leg giving way to a very obvious limp that impedes each step, using his forearm to caress the wall to give some support as he progresses closer. Nostrils flaring, Angus moves down the corridoor with blood shot eyes, vision fixed on Lorelei as his fists ball and tighten, a clear rage slowly seeping up as the vains in Angus's bulge with strain.  Angry mutterings can be heard repeated over and over as Angus moves closer down the hall towards the commotion. "Stupid bitch ( groan)  who does she think ( groan) she is waking me up at this time, does she no how rare a good sleep is down here. Ugh ill knock her  ( groan) into next week".

LOCATION : Gracklstugh DATE/TIME : The Same Fucking Night WHO : Lorelei, Saruuc, Angus, Quinn Quinn wakes in a cold sweat, images from his past haunting him, the scream of a woman he knew as Adaline but a whisper of a memory, breathing heavily, he attempts to push himself up off his stomach but feels himself crumple under his own weight, his right shoulder flaring in sudden pain, stars decorated his vison.  Shakingly he inspected the shoulder with his fingers, feeling the torn flesh, leaning over he examined it closer, to him it looked like a spear-like object had thrust between his armpit and in through the top of his shoulder. The wound felt fresh, but looked like the skin had only just knitted over, it was bulbous and puffy to look at. Grimacing he brings himself upright, his naked torso lit by the moonlight, bringing a stark contrast of his skin to the ribbons of fleshy scars that permeated his body.  'just another one for the collection' he though glumly about the oddly familiar wound.  He had just righted himself, when he heard a familiar voice, her scream echoing through the Inn.  Quickly a memory of sprinting through a dark hallway, death at his heels, his only hope and all his trust in the hobgoblin in front of him urging him forward.. but just as quickly as it arrived so to did he forget about it, not being able to summon the memory once more. 'That voice... I know that sound..." absently he felt a cold sliver of a tear fall down his face, he touched his cheek confused, not sure why it would summon such emotion. He paused for a moment, holding the tear on his fingertip before he felt a rush of emotion,  "LORELEI!" he shouts through the Inn, now sprinting, slamming open his door, he see's her...  'Lorelei... at last... it's you.' He thinks.   Rushing past Saruuc and Angus, he throws his arms around her, almost swinging her around in childish glee,  "I thought... I thought I would never see you again..." he whimpers, burying his face in her neck.  It was only after that display of affection that he felt another wave of confusion hit him, 'why am I acting this way, she was only gone tonight.'   He shook the thought, suddenly feeling an urge to protect the Hobgoblin from her wrath, the thought was perplexing, only hours ago he had shot the Goblin and threatened his demise.  Regardless, he tightened his grip around her. "Don't Lorelei... please... for me." he begged, torn between a perplexing feeling of friendship towards the Hobgoblin, and his now overwhelming affection towards the pale beauty that was Lorelei.