"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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"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?