"Too right mate!" Morganna called back at Archibald, "besides, why stay where it's dry when there's a perfectly good storm outside eh?" stumbling to the door she kicked it open. The wind gusted through and the rain splashed against her face and almost like a plant getting water for the first time in months Morganna seemed to straighten up and look a little bluer. She then turned quickly and thrust her hands on her hips, her smile wide and triumphant. 

"You all 'aven't seen the last of Morganna the Red! Mark me words!" and like that she took off into the storm.

OOC: Good Luck

Cloud stands up with a large yawn. I should probably go take a catnap. Being awake during a storm always make me drowsy anyway... With another yawn, she heads upstairs. Be back down in a few minutes...or hours...or possibly days...

"Well, that was interesting, to say the least." says yerandell. "I think I'm gonna go pick up some of the trash from in the fort." And so he takes his leave and enters the fort. 

John turns to Zev. " I apologize my lady, but I don't think I understood what brought you here. Would you mind terrible regaling us with a story? My friend may be able to turn it into an epic later"

With a sudden crack and flash of light what appears to be a tiefling corpse falls to the floor in a dishevelled heap and holding a severed head. Raising a hand containing a money pouch "whisky and lots of it!" the corpse groans in a exhausted tone before dropping its hand back to the floor.

"It's not much of a story, really," Zev said with a shrug before taking a swig from her tankard. "Been searching for my friend for a while now, but when I saw the place I decided to stop in and take some time out from the search. Seems like it's not going anywhere anyway." Some might be able to see that she was a bit upset about losing her friend, but to most people she hid it well. 

When the tiefling... corpse? landed in the room she turned her head to take a look, muttering a quiet, "Well that's something," under her breath.

Archibald's stare is wide with shock when Morganna acknowledged his words. Most people do their best to pretend he doesn't exist, and they never listen when tries to talk about his discoveries. Such agreement felt like a first in ages for him. His eyes roll in their head like he had lost control of them entirely, until the tiefling plops to the ground.

"Heh..." he chuckles midly. Then a smile tugs at both ends of his mouth. "HAHAHAHA!" He slaps his knee and guffaws at the sight of the tielfling and accompanying severed head. So amused is he, that he dares to set down his bread long enough to applaud the introduction.

Cloud comes down from the upstairs room, yawning. Glancing around, she makes for the pillow fort, crawling inside. Hey Yerandell, Scarlet, you still in here?

"Yeah. I'm in the kitchen. Not sure where scarlet is though, she might be downstairs. Do you want anything to eat? I have some eggs here, and I found this weird plant once that I never got to use, I thought I would use it now. Someone called it Oregano. there's a bath down the hallway after the bedroom. Or if you would like something sweet to eat, I brought my hanging garden in here from my bag. I had a druid enchant it to allow for apples and oranges to grow without the tree. I have some loaves here and some honey form some bees I convinced into giving to me."

Ooooh, I love oregano! We had it back home on my island. It's really good, especially when you include it in the cooking process, rather than just sprinkling it on top. Want my help in the kitchen? The last five years have let me practice some less...violent hobbies.

"Sure you can, If you need to there are more ingredients in my bag. It's by the fort flap. If you need anything else, they should be in there. I think there might be a meat locker in there too. let me go check. 

Cloud ducks into the knapsack flap after Yerandell, her eyes widening at the expanse of space within the bag. This place is huge! Do you just...live here? It's certainly big enough.

"Well, I enjoy sleeping out with my party or by myself when I'm traveling. But if it's storming like it is outside right now, or If I don't feel like pitching my tent, I sleep here. It has enough room to fit a whole party here and enough room in the pantry to store food for the whole party as well. Don't mind Gerald, he looks after the place for me and keeps out unwanted visitors." As he says this, a warty little hobgoblin looking creature can be seen in a reading room full of books dusting them off as he reads one but looks up as they pass. His tail swishes back and forth, in agitation and have a wary look about him as he snarls at Cloud and Yerandell. Yerandell just snarls back and Gerald backs off. " Don't worry, he can be a bit ill-tempered at times. The nice thing about these bags is that if you get an authentic one, not a cheap rip-off at a carney, the magic will hold until the bag wears out

Faint footsteps are heard as a wood elf walks down the stairs he walks over to the counter and sits down and say's "i'll take one of those pastries when you have the time."

"Sure, I'll get you some. We have a wide variety, some with fruits, others with vegetables, then some with cheese, and others with bacon and meats." Thekla motions to one of her fluffy friends to mop the floor at the entrance. Dusk gets something to sweep the floor with and begins cleaning the dirt and water away.

As Dusk goes about his work, he suddenly stops, and small cracks of light appear under his fur. "Oh, it happens again. Dawn is breaking." He puts the mop down and curls into a ball, shivering and beginning to glow in a 20ft radius of golden light. His dark fur begins to lighten up, turning golden, his scarf and clothing turning green and brown. He transforms, his ears become a bit floppier, and a wave of light and wind emanates from his body.

Dusk turns into Dawn, at irregular times, his appearance and abilities shift, without his volition. He radiates a strong aura of peace and tranquility. The Sanctuary is in effect. Dawn dusts himself off, moving both paws outward. A gentle Gust envelops him, white-golden streaks of light being carried on the wind. He makes a happy face. "It's good to be back."

Archibald has passed out on the bar with a mouthful of bread turning soggy in one of his cheeks. He's so scrawny compared to the robe he's wearing that a casual onlooker might think someone had just draped a robe over the bar.

Morgan glances over from her table when she sees the odd light surrounding Dusk, then she blinks when it isn't Dusk standing there any more.  She slowly gets up and walks over towards him.

*Dusk?*

Cloud grabs a few things from the bag kitchen (herbs, greens, cheese), and climbs out. Seeing the light outside, she pokes her head out and sees Dawn. Oh hey Dawn. When did you come out? It wasn't while I was sleeping, was it?

Suddenly, green light and a loud rumbling noise seems to emanate from Grigor's tent, getting more intense by the second. Then, even more suddenly, the world's greatest walking sentient not-technically-a-corpse appears in front of the tent with a snap, crackle, and croaking noise. The bizarre effects from the tent subside, and Grigor places up a sign:

PORTABLE DUNGEON: ADMISSION 1 GOLD PIECE

ASK PROPRIETOR FOR MORE INFORMATION REGARDING SAFETY, EQUIPMENT, ETC.

Archibald snaps awake, nearly flying off of the stool. "FIRE FROM THE BODY!" He screams and snaps a flame into his left hand, which writhes and swirls like an angry serpent until it swells into a white-hot conflagration engulfing his bony hands.

He looks around and sees the tavern, the tent, and now Grigor's tent, and dispels the fire. After a few seconds he wipes the drool from his chin and swallows the soggy bread he had cheeked. His eyes widen skeptically and he bobs his head up and down. "Hunh, huhn, huh... your crazy," he says, pointing a bony finger at the new arrival.