"maybe..." Greg returns to the wood elf. "But if that's the case the lady won't like us being here even more... I searched for my hoe, using magic, it's not here, I don't understand but I'm working on a theory... What if something else was stolen from me along with my hoe, something I don't know that I desired because that it has been stolen from me... I know gleam took my hoe, so it should be here, the fact that it isn't could mean something worse, see."
Rowan saunters into the library, waving at several of the goblins, all of whom ignore him completely. The dark cloaked figures however do not, and about half of them look up as he enters.
The dark figures are mostly of about the same height and stature as a goblin, but with cloven feet. Their skin is grey, and the faces that peer out from under the dark hoods have pointed noses, small mouths with sharp teeth, and black eyes with small white pupils. These must be the darklings that Charmay referred to. One of the dark fey creatures is taller and more human-like in form, but with the same grey skin and black eyes. None make any attempt to prevent Rowan from entering.
Greginald continues to peer cautiously through the curtain, watching Rowan's entrance into the library.
Suddenly a chime sounds, like that of a small bell, but loud enough to echo through the whole castle. A voice begins to speak...
THE ORRERY OF TRAGEDIES HAS PROPHECIED THEIR ARRIVAL. THE PERFORMANCE IS DUE TO COMMENCE IN FIVE MINUTES. PLEASE TAKE YOUR SEATS.
As one, the darklings rise from their positions, place their books either on their seats or back on the shelves, and start to file out of the right-side exit toward the audience seating.
Barria
Hurly doesn't respond to Barria's initial questions, but simply shrugs hopelessly, as though answering just makes the despair more real. However, the dwarf's final question makes the bugbear sit up straight and turn to face Barria.
Really? You'd... let me? He wipes his tear-streaked fur, and glances at the dragon head beside him. You wouldn't make a fool out of me, would you? I don't think I could...
At that moment a chime sounds, like that of a small bell, but loud enough to echo through the whole castle. A voice begins to speak...
THE ORRERY OF TRAGEDIES HAS PROPHECIED THEIR ARRIVAL. THE PERFORMANCE IS DUE TO COMMENCE IN FIVE MINUTES. PLEASE TAKE YOUR SEATS.
Hurly looks up pleadingly at Barria.
Mulligan
Prepared for whatever may come, Mulligan slips out of the corridor onto the balcony. The tall voluminous figure of Endelyn Moongrave looms just to his right, leaning up to the balustrade of the balcony, but her attention seems fixed on the smoky runes that rise from the contraption below, and on the task of inscribing them into her book. With less sound than a feather falling on carpet, and like a shadow moving among shadows, Mulligan slips slowly along the corridor. Not a flinch of recognition is observed from the hag nearby.
Moving slowly, carefully, Mulligan inches his way around the balcony. He is about halfway to the far corridor when suddenly Endelyn's book slams shut with a thud! A chime sounds, like that of a small bell, but loud enough to echo through the whole castle. Endelyn's voice, magically amplified, shoots a bolt of fear through Mulligan's chest...
MULLIGAN O'MENIHAN
How? How could she...?She wasn't even facing him! She couldn't have... His hand grasps the ball-bearings, drawing them out of the pouch, preparing to cast them over the balustrade to the machine below...
BARRIA COPPERKETTLE
What? Was the dwarf also...? Mulligan's hand pauses mid-throw, his eyes casting about frantically...
G'REGINALD G'NOME
...?
ROWAN BIRCH
THE ORRERY OF TRAGEDIES HAS PROPHECIED THEIR ARRIVAL. THEIR PERFORMANCE IS DUE TO COMMENCE IN FIVE MINUTES. PLEASE TAKE YOUR SEATS.
The hag pockets her book, turns from the balustrade, and exits through the double doors behind her, leaving Mulligan alone on the balcony.
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How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Weird. That's us. Well not you and me us, me and my friends us. Not that you're not my friend... The four names, that is me and the three I came to this realm with, is what I mean. Kind of spooky, her knowing we are all here, eh? Then again, we were all given tickets when we arrived... Do you suppose she can just sense that the tickets are inside the castle, maybe? Seems a lot less spooky that way...
Mulligan got a bit chatty after the scare, mentally talking to Break-A-Leg with a lot more chatter then he usually bothers with. But not suddenly being imperiled for your life can be quite liberating, he supposed.
Still, Break-A-Leg isn't the only one he should be talking to, is it?
Umm, she knows you're here. Well, we're here.
Mulligan says over the Group Chat to Barria, G'ReG and Rowan. Or at least tries to. He thinks they should still be in range but it's not like he ever put that to a scientific study or anything. (Must be within 1 mile...)
The hag, that is. She just spoke all our names one by one and said the orrery of tragedies has prophesied our arrival. Near enough to that, anyway. That we were performing in five minutes. It was kind of like announcement because she concluded by saying "take your seats..."
What exactly they were due to be performing Mulligan wasn't sure but maybe they did...
Stay safe. I think I am close to the ornithopter thing. I will do what I can to disable it...
And then Mulligan continues on in hopes of doing just that.
Rowan looks up when hears their names spoken and then looks back at Greg and shrugs.
”Maybe we should head back to find Barria. There were a few other actors back there too. What if we try to pass one off as Mulligan? She probably doesn’t know what he looks like.”
"Why of course you can!" Barria responds without even really thinking about it. In fact she is more eager to get him feeling better that she belatedly realized the voice on the speaker system? said all of their full names. Did she even know all of their full names? She couldn't recall. Not only that, wasn't Mully in hiding? How was he called out? She finds herself swallowing a lump in her throat.
She then stands up next to Hurly and deciding not to let that bother her, she holds out her hand to the bugbear, "Now, have you worn that dragonborn costume before? If so I think we need to find something new! And either way, what kind of character do you want to be? Sounds like we have to be on stage pronto!"
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"maybe..." Greg returns to the wood elf. "But if that's the case the lady won't like us being here even more... I searched for my hoe, using magic, it's not here, I don't understand but I'm working on a theory... What if something else was stolen from me along with my hoe, something I don't know that I desired because that it has been stolen from me... I know gleam took my hoe, so it should be here, the fact that it isn't could mean something worse, see."
Rowan, Greginald
Rowan saunters into the library, waving at several of the goblins, all of whom ignore him completely. The dark cloaked figures however do not, and about half of them look up as he enters.
The dark figures are mostly of about the same height and stature as a goblin, but with cloven feet. Their skin is grey, and the faces that peer out from under the dark hoods have pointed noses, small mouths with sharp teeth, and black eyes with small white pupils. These must be the darklings that Charmay referred to. One of the dark fey creatures is taller and more human-like in form, but with the same grey skin and black eyes. None make any attempt to prevent Rowan from entering.
Greginald continues to peer cautiously through the curtain, watching Rowan's entrance into the library.
Suddenly a chime sounds, like that of a small bell, but loud enough to echo through the whole castle. A voice begins to speak...
MULLIGAN O'MENIHAN
BARRIA COPPERKETTLE
G'REGINALD G'NOME
ROWAN BIRCH
THE ORRERY OF TRAGEDIES HAS PROPHECIED THEIR ARRIVAL.
THE PERFORMANCE IS DUE TO COMMENCE IN FIVE MINUTES.
PLEASE TAKE YOUR SEATS.
As one, the darklings rise from their positions, place their books either on their seats or back on the shelves, and start to file out of the right-side exit toward the audience seating.
Barria
Hurly doesn't respond to Barria's initial questions, but simply shrugs hopelessly, as though answering just makes the despair more real. However, the dwarf's final question makes the bugbear sit up straight and turn to face Barria.
Really? You'd... let me? He wipes his tear-streaked fur, and glances at the dragon head beside him. You wouldn't make a fool out of me, would you? I don't think I could...
At that moment a chime sounds, like that of a small bell, but loud enough to echo through the whole castle. A voice begins to speak...
MULLIGAN O'MENIHAN
BARRIA COPPERKETTLE
G'REGINALD G'NOME
ROWAN BIRCH
THE ORRERY OF TRAGEDIES HAS PROPHECIED THEIR ARRIVAL.
THE PERFORMANCE IS DUE TO COMMENCE IN FIVE MINUTES.
PLEASE TAKE YOUR SEATS.
Hurly looks up pleadingly at Barria.
Mulligan
Prepared for whatever may come, Mulligan slips out of the corridor onto the balcony. The tall voluminous figure of Endelyn Moongrave looms just to his right, leaning up to the balustrade of the balcony, but her attention seems fixed on the smoky runes that rise from the contraption below, and on the task of inscribing them into her book. With less sound than a feather falling on carpet, and like a shadow moving among shadows, Mulligan slips slowly along the corridor. Not a flinch of recognition is observed from the hag nearby.
Moving slowly, carefully, Mulligan inches his way around the balcony. He is about halfway to the far corridor when suddenly Endelyn's book slams shut with a thud! A chime sounds, like that of a small bell, but loud enough to echo through the whole castle. Endelyn's voice, magically amplified, shoots a bolt of fear through Mulligan's chest...
MULLIGAN O'MENIHAN
How? How could she...? She wasn't even facing him! She couldn't have... His hand grasps the ball-bearings, drawing them out of the pouch, preparing to cast them over the balustrade to the machine below...
BARRIA COPPERKETTLE
What? Was the dwarf also...? Mulligan's hand pauses mid-throw, his eyes casting about frantically...
G'REGINALD G'NOME
...?
ROWAN BIRCH
THE ORRERY OF TRAGEDIES HAS PROPHECIED THEIR ARRIVAL.
THEIR PERFORMANCE IS DUE TO COMMENCE IN FIVE MINUTES.
PLEASE TAKE YOUR SEATS.
The hag pockets her book, turns from the balustrade, and exits through the double doors behind her, leaving Mulligan alone on the balcony.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Weird. That's us. Well not you and me us, me and my friends us. Not that you're not my friend... The four names, that is me and the three I came to this realm with, is what I mean. Kind of spooky, her knowing we are all here, eh? Then again, we were all given tickets when we arrived... Do you suppose she can just sense that the tickets are inside the castle, maybe? Seems a lot less spooky that way...
Mulligan got a bit chatty after the scare, mentally talking to Break-A-Leg with a lot more chatter then he usually bothers with. But not suddenly being imperiled for your life can be quite liberating, he supposed.
Still, Break-A-Leg isn't the only one he should be talking to, is it?
Umm, she knows you're here. Well, we're here.
Mulligan says over the Group Chat to Barria, G'ReG and Rowan. Or at least tries to. He thinks they should still be in range but it's not like he ever put that to a scientific study or anything. (Must be within 1 mile...)
The hag, that is. She just spoke all our names one by one and said the orrery of tragedies has prophesied our arrival. Near enough to that, anyway. That we were performing in five minutes. It was kind of like announcement because she concluded by saying "take your seats..."
What exactly they were due to be performing Mulligan wasn't sure but maybe they did...
Stay safe. I think I am close to the ornithopter thing. I will do what I can to disable it...
And then Mulligan continues on in hopes of doing just that.
Rowan looks up when hears their names spoken and then looks back at Greg and shrugs.
”Maybe we should head back to find Barria. There were a few other actors back there too. What if we try to pass one off as Mulligan? She probably doesn’t know what he looks like.”
"Why of course you can!" Barria responds without even really thinking about it. In fact she is more eager to get him feeling better that she belatedly realized the voice on the speaker system? said all of their full names. Did she even know all of their full names? She couldn't recall. Not only that, wasn't Mully in hiding? How was he called out? She finds herself swallowing a lump in her throat.
She then stands up next to Hurly and deciding not to let that bother her, she holds out her hand to the bugbear, "Now, have you worn that dragonborn costume before? If so I think we need to find something new! And either way, what kind of character do you want to be? Sounds like we have to be on stage pronto!"