The Gnome watches Rowan with a look of bewilderment for a moment before stating "you're not all there are you? Didn't think to employ a location spell or the metal attracting properties of some minerals? Or even perhaps question why someone would be seeing upon a haystack in the first place or why it would be your responsibility to locate their possessions for them?..." Baffled, the gnome merely looks on as the wood elf begins greeting the still intimate objects.
Turning to the dwarf, "so, any ideas? Or are we hesitant to be a team player?"
Barria stares at the puzzle of the names and upon hearing some ideas, she warms to the idea. Stone? She thought for one, but then the angry little gnome belittles the wood elf and then turns on her. Putting her hands on her hips she scowls down at the little man.
"Now listen here! I will not have anyone talk down to another person in my presence. We are all special in our own ways and should be celebrated as such, not ridiculed. This is unacceptable and Rowan here deserves an apology. And no, I will not be a team player until I hear one!" Honestly, she was still unsure about these unicorns and the itch to go see if they could catch the owners before the show started getting stronger.
"talk down?" the gnome says as he looks up at the Dwarf, "is this some poorly deployed pun?" he gives a disappointed tut, shaming the perceived slight and shaking his head at her. "the wood elf has the right of it though, and if you won't be a team player then I suppose I'll do everything myself" turning away from the dwarf g'Reg calls over to Rowan, "well done young man! your little story tipped me off to the truth of the matter, they're all idioms, or nearabouts, NEEDLE in a HAYSTACK, indeed haha, BEAUTY is in the eye of the BEHOLDER, a rolling STONE gathers no MOSS, a STITCH in time saves NINE ...well have at them, four unicorns ready to talk at your calling of their names hm?" he folds his arms a smug grin on his face.
While waiting to see if the named unicorns he has chosen can here his telepathic words or not, Mulligan watches Barria and g'Reginald bicker and just shakes his head. Perhaps he was better off solo...
As each speaks or thinks the names of a pair of unicorns, a duo of gentle voices, like merging streams of silver, speaks into your mind. It passes as quickly as a summer shower, but is sufficient to impart a secret that none other has been willing or able to share...
Rowan
Once upon a time in the land of Prismeer, Queen Zybilna was locked away, inside her Palace of Heart's Desire, by three troublesome hags known as the Hourglass Coven. They split the realm like a cake into three slices, each gobbling up a piece for themselves. But each has a secret weakness: one fears the sight of the eclipse, one forgets the first creature she sees when she wakes, and one sneezes herself silly if she beholds someone run widdershins.
Greginald
That which you seek is possessed by Skabatha Nightshade, eldest sister of the Hourglass Coven, mistress of Thither, the land of remember-whens. She adores the taste of regrets, like bitter black licorice. She’s got servants bound tighter than a rainbow braid, and her dear little Sowpig trots off to the carnival on a pilfering spree.
Barria
That which you seek is possessed by Bavlorna Blightstraw, the middle sister of the Hourglass Coven, ruler of Hither, the land of the here-and-now. She gobbles up the troubles of those who come to her with urgent pleas. She crafts creepy critters in her own uncanny image, and one she sends to pinch goodies from the carnival.
Mulligan
That which you seek is possessed by Endelyn Moongrave, youngest sister of the Hourglass Coven, the doom-gazing diva of Yon, land of what’s-to-come. She snatches the hopes of those who seek her for their destiny. Her minions are stitched from darkness itself, and she sends the shadow of poor Gleam to snatch from the carnival’s guests.
Rowan, too busy focusing on the unicorns misses out much of the initial derision and then subsequent praise from GReggie.
People are always difficult to understand but animals, magical or otherwise make sense so Rowan is delighted when he gets a message from the unicorns.
”It’s just like the fairy stories. Wicked witches and a locked away queen and secret weaknesses. And Prismeer is a place. A kingdom of some sort. And they know about Queen Zybilna.” Rowan says.
The he repeats everything he just heard from the unicorns to himself, though loud enough for the others to hear, so he hopefully won’t forget it all.
Mulligan blinks. A lot and quickly. This sudden shot of information from the unicorns was a lot to take in... And then Rowan adding to the input with what he presumably was told by his own mounts...
For Stitch and Nine:
There is a moment or two of blank sending - Mulligan just isn't sure what to say or ask at first. But then... This Endelyn Moongrave, this Hourglass Coven, they are responsible for the thieves at the carnival? Why do Mr. Witch and Mr. Light allow this?
Even as he is "talking" the Stitch and Nine, Mulligan looks to Rowan, smiles, and gives him a nod to indicate that he heard and understood what he said.
For the Chat Line: They tell me that an Endelyn Moongrave has what was stolen from me. She is the youngest of the three in the Hourglass Coven. They say her minions are stitched from darkness itself, and she sends the shadow of poor Gleam to snatch from the carnival’s guests.
Mulligan then sighs, rolls his eyes, and sends the same information the G'reginald the G'nome.
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The Gnome watches Rowan with a look of bewilderment for a moment before stating "you're not all there are you? Didn't think to employ a location spell or the metal attracting properties of some minerals? Or even perhaps question why someone would be seeing upon a haystack in the first place or why it would be your responsibility to locate their possessions for them?..." Baffled, the gnome merely looks on as the wood elf begins greeting the still intimate objects.
Turning to the dwarf, "so, any ideas? Or are we hesitant to be a team player?"
Barria stares at the puzzle of the names and upon hearing some ideas, she warms to the idea. Stone? She thought for one, but then the angry little gnome belittles the wood elf and then turns on her. Putting her hands on her hips she scowls down at the little man.
"Now listen here! I will not have anyone talk down to another person in my presence. We are all special in our own ways and should be celebrated as such, not ridiculed. This is unacceptable and Rowan here deserves an apology. And no, I will not be a team player until I hear one!" Honestly, she was still unsure about these unicorns and the itch to go see if they could catch the owners before the show started getting stronger.
"talk down?" the gnome says as he looks up at the Dwarf, "is this some poorly deployed pun?" he gives a disappointed tut, shaming the perceived slight and shaking his head at her. "the wood elf has the right of it though, and if you won't be a team player then I suppose I'll do everything myself" turning away from the dwarf g'Reg calls over to Rowan, "well done young man! your little story tipped me off to the truth of the matter, they're all idioms, or nearabouts,
NEEDLE in a HAYSTACK, indeed haha,
BEAUTY is in the eye of the BEHOLDER,
a rolling STONE gathers no MOSS,
a STITCH in time saves NINE
...well have at them, four unicorns ready to talk at your calling of their names hm?" he folds his arms a smug grin on his face.
While waiting to see if the named unicorns he has chosen can here his telepathic words or not, Mulligan watches Barria and g'Reginald bicker and just shakes his head. Perhaps he was better off solo...
As each speaks or thinks the names of a pair of unicorns, a duo of gentle voices, like merging streams of silver, speaks into your mind. It passes as quickly as a summer shower, but is sufficient to impart a secret that none other has been willing or able to share...
Rowan
Once upon a time in the land of Prismeer, Queen Zybilna was locked away, inside her Palace of Heart's Desire, by three troublesome hags known as the Hourglass Coven. They split the realm like a cake into three slices, each gobbling up a piece for themselves. But each has a secret weakness: one fears the sight of the eclipse, one forgets the first creature she sees when she wakes, and one sneezes herself silly if she beholds someone run widdershins.
Greginald
That which you seek is possessed by Skabatha Nightshade, eldest sister of the Hourglass Coven, mistress of Thither, the land of remember-whens. She adores the taste of regrets, like bitter black licorice. She’s got servants bound tighter than a rainbow braid, and her dear little Sowpig trots off to the carnival on a pilfering spree.
Barria
That which you seek is possessed by Bavlorna Blightstraw, the middle sister of the Hourglass Coven, ruler of Hither, the land of the here-and-now. She gobbles up the troubles of those who come to her with urgent pleas. She crafts creepy critters in her own uncanny image, and one she sends to pinch goodies from the carnival.
Mulligan
That which you seek is possessed by Endelyn Moongrave, youngest sister of the Hourglass Coven, the doom-gazing diva of Yon, land of what’s-to-come. She snatches the hopes of those who seek her for their destiny. Her minions are stitched from darkness itself, and she sends the shadow of poor Gleam to snatch from the carnival’s guests.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Rowan, too busy focusing on the unicorns misses out much of the initial derision and then subsequent praise from GReggie.
People are always difficult to understand but animals, magical or otherwise make sense so Rowan is delighted when he gets a message from the unicorns.
”It’s just like the fairy stories. Wicked witches and a locked away queen and secret weaknesses. And Prismeer is a place. A kingdom of some sort. And they know about Queen Zybilna.” Rowan says.
The he repeats everything he just heard from the unicorns to himself, though loud enough for the others to hear, so he hopefully won’t forget it all.
He pats the unicorns again.
”But do you know how to get to Prismeer?”
Mulligan blinks. A lot and quickly. This sudden shot of information from the unicorns was a lot to take in... And then Rowan adding to the input with what he presumably was told by his own mounts...
For Stitch and Nine:
There is a moment or two of blank sending - Mulligan just isn't sure what to say or ask at first. But then...
This Endelyn Moongrave, this Hourglass Coven, they are responsible for the thieves at the carnival? Why do Mr. Witch and Mr. Light allow this?
Even as he is "talking" the Stitch and Nine, Mulligan looks to Rowan, smiles, and gives him a nod to indicate that he heard and understood what he said.
For the Chat Line:
They tell me that an Endelyn Moongrave has what was stolen from me. She is the youngest of the three in the Hourglass Coven. They say her minions are stitched from darkness itself, and she sends the shadow of poor Gleam to snatch from the carnival’s guests.
Mulligan then sighs, rolls his eyes, and sends the same information the G'reginald the G'nome.