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Cicada: Better?
Cicada: Yaaay!
Cicada: Now it is Cicada.
Storyteller: try closing the window and then opening it again
* Storyteller got teh mad skillz
Cicada: It works now.
Storyteller: oh I already saw it so I don't see any dfferent
Cicada: I suppose the thing with WoD is short?
Storyteller: well if I had been a good boy and typed up stuff before, yea
Storyteller: how much time do you have? I only have like 3 hours
Cicada: Hmmm... anyway. Lets take that first. I would like to know what happened to Tei.
Storyteller: Ok
* Cicada will not have to continue spending essence on sending him encouragement either, that way. :)
Storyteller: ^_^
Storyteller: that would get really expensive once you get to the realm
Cicada: Yea.
Storyteller: Anyhow, Cicada and Sanyet is riding his horse back home, with The Woman Formerly Known As Coils in tow, as both of you decided you needed a servant, and she really doesn't fit in anymore.
Cicada: Gyah! Is she on the ship too and stuf?!
Storyteller: not on the ship
Cicada: Ok.
Storyteller: she'll stay back as a member of maris' harme
Storyteller: harem
Cicada: Hey! Maybe Sanyet's sister could use an extra hand in the house?
Storyteller: that works too
* Cicada has gotten a much better opinion of Maris lately. But not *that* good.
Cicada: Anyway, go on.
Storyteller: oops i kicked the power cord
Storyteller: *shakes fist at computer lab*
Storyteller: where was I?
Cicada: About to continue your tale.
Storyteller: Hmmm anyhow were you specifically going around the demense?
Cicada: I suppose so. Lots of rather vulnerable people in tow.
Storyteller: Well you think you know where you are when you come out from a grove of trees, and see the whirling wall of leaves in the distance before you.
Storyteller: Sanyet grabs for his reins and stops his horse short.
Storyteller: "What's that?"
Cicada: "That is the home of that Fae i told you about. Winds of Dream."
Cicada: "As long as we do not enter we should be safe."
Storyteller: "We should be 20 miles south of here..."
Storyteller: Sanyet kicks his horse gently and rides away
Storyteller: [half an hour passes]
Cicada: "Weird..."
Storyteller: And just like last time, you come out of the grove of trees to see the wall of leaves
Storyteller: "...."
Cicada: "This is getting threatening."
Storyteller: "You think he'd hurt us?"
Cicada: "No, not the Winds of Dreams I met. But he is still Fae..."
Storyteller: "There aren't many Fae left on the island.."
Storyteller: Sanyet rides around the demense again
Storyteller: south, this time
Cicada: "He seems to be drawing us in..."
* Cicada tries to remove her earrings."
Storyteller: You take off the earrings, holding them in the palm of your hand. They seem to be glowing with a tiny speck of light inside them.
Storyteller: "puuh?"
Cicada: "I don't know Puuhda, you think he wants to see us?"
Storyteller: "puu puu"
Storyteller: you're there again
Storyteller: <sanyet> "Hmmmmm"
Storyteller: <Sanyet> "Don't you have a charm for this?"
Cicada: He was Andre in the original as well.
Cicada: (ups..)
Storyteller: heh
Cicada: "A pathfinding charm? No. A charm for calling him without entering? Yes."
Storyteller: "Hmmm...."
Storyteller: Sanyet makes sure his sword is easily reachable, and then he tries to ride away again (north)
Storyteller: [half an hour later]
Storyteller: you can smell smoke coming from over the hill
Storyteller: Riding over, you find you're back at the demense
Storyteller: Sanyet reaches up and scratches his head
Cicada: "There seems to be no way out. Should I contact him?"
Storyteller: Sanyet nods.
Storyteller: [roll per + awe]
Cicada: !ex 7
Cicada: (err ... how?)
Storyteller: curse my non-dice rolling script on MSN
Storyteller: hmmm.. how indeed.
Cicada: (dice?)
Storyteller: do you have real dice?
Cicada: (yes)
Storyteller: or we can use the wW dice roller or something
Cicada: (rolled 7 sux)
Cicada: (no cheating, I swear)
Storyteller: :P
Storyteller: the smoke is from boiling tea
Storyteller: the tea you gave him, he is making it
Cicada: "Yes. It is him. He knows I am here. He wants to meet."
Storyteller: Sanyet bites his lip.
Storyteller: "I guess we're going to go see him, then."
Cicada: "You two could stay outside."
Storyteller: Sanyet shakes his head.
Storyteller: "What if he wants to hurt you?"
Cicada: "Then I can defend myself. I am more worried about having to defend you."
Storyteller: Sanyet holds Cicada tight, kissing the back of her hair. "I don't want you to get hurt."
Storyteller: what's your Ride ability?
Cicada: (1)
Storyteller: (I don't think you can ride a horse with your arm and leg chopped off)
Cicada: (ah yes. still have that little problem)
Storyteller: sanyet says so
Cicada: (poor Sanyet will have to expose himself then, and poor Coils will likely not want to be left behind.)
Storyteller: Coils will stay if you tell her to.
* Cicada does not feel Coils should be left alone. It might take days or weeks.
* Storyteller nods
Storyteller: It's probably safe inside the demense.
* Cicada sets off towards the wall with the others.
Storyteller: It's not good to stay in a demense too long though.
Storyteller: You stand in front of the wall of the demnse, leaves swirling around in the grip of the great winds
Storyteller: you can't see inside, but you think you know where you are
Storyteller: Sanyet puts his hand around his sword, other hand around your waist and looks back at the girl following you.
Storyteller: "Ready?"
Storyteller: she nods
Cicada: "Lets go then."
Storyteller: The horse walks into the swirling leaves, the winds blowing against you, the leaves pattering against you, getting stuck in your hair, ruffling your clothes, scratching your skin. A moment, and then you are through, the cold winds swirling around gently. You can see Wind of Dream's house in the distance.
Cicada: "There is his house. It is unsettling to enter, but try to remain balanced anyway."
Storyteller: Sanyet nods, and rides towards it.
* Cicada looks around for signs of Winds of Dream.
Storyteller: The house looms in front of you, looking freshly painted and bushes planted around it. Wind of Dreams sits on top, directing a group of imps reparing the roof.
Storyteller: He doesn't seem to see you
Cicada: "Greetings, Wind of Dreams. Did you summon us?"
Cicada: "Have you been well since we last met?"
Storyteller: Whispering Medow [coils] sits on her pony, looking up at the fae on the roof.
Storyteller: He smiles and waves.
Storyteller: "Yes, and yes. You came!"
Storyteller: he stands and waves, then jumps off the roof, landing lightly and the ground.
Storyteller: "And you brought your friends too!" he smiles widely.
Cicada: "I did indeed. The call was most urgent. I couldn't refuse a friend."
Storyteller: Wind of Dreams is v. happy.
Storyteller: "Well I was sad you didn't come by. I missed you."
Storyteller: he stops and stares.
Storyteller: "What happened to you?"
Cicada: "I was wounded in battle against the demon. But I am alive and happy."
Storyteller: "That's good, that's good. Well come in, come in, I made some tea. You can tell me all about it." Wind of Dreams smiles again and waves for you to follow him, opening the door and going inside.
Storyteller: Sanyet looks down at you, then slides off the horse, carrying you in his arms.
Storyteller: Whispering Medow takes the horses somewhere to rest.
* Cicada shrugs as well as she can with a missing arm.
Cicada: "Lets go in."
Storyteller: Sanyet nods, and carries you inside. It's every bit as disorienting as before, hundreds of things hanging on the walls only having grown in number with your absence.
Cicada: "Wind of Dreams, you seem to have collected even more. Do you travel to get all this or does people leave gifts?"
Storyteller: "Have a seat," he says, going into the kitchen. There are three charis, one of them only having one armrest. Sanyet carefully sets you down in the chair and then pulls another chair closer to yours.
Storyteller: "Gifts? no, no, I make these! So many interesting things here to do things with."
Storyteller: Wind of Dreams comes out of the other room carrying four cups and a kettle of tea.
Cicada: "Indeed. You have so many different things. Say, do you still have tea left?"
Storyteller: he puts a tiny china cup in front of each of you and pours you all some of the realm tea.
Cicada: "I have a little in my packs if you are running out."
Storyteller: "I promised, didn't I? I never break a promise. This is the last of it, though."
Storyteller: he seems sad.
Cicada: "I will give you some more then. A good home should always have a little tea to offer visitors. That is what my mother used to say."
Storyteller: He smiles happily. "Your mother was a very kind woman."
Cicada: "She was my mother. It is but natural for me to think of her thus."
Storyteller: He smiles and waves for you to drink some of the tea. He does so, himself, and sanyet slowly takes the cup and takes a sip.
* Cicada takes a cup and after savouring the fragnance of the tea, taste it a little.
Storyteller: "Why don't you tell me what you've been to? I can see you've been fighting the demon. Good, that. I think she's gone a little insane. That little girl, is she the one who did it?
Cicada: "Meadows had a role to play as well. But let me start with the beginning..."
* Cicada tells the tale of the circles reunion, the alliance, the war, the expeditions. From start to finish.
Storyteller: Wind of Dreams nods and lets you tell the story, listening carefully.
* Cicada finishes with the last journey south, the temple and the battle there and the final plan of victory.
Storyteller: I kicked the cord again so i swapped computers
* Cicada finishes the story with the last journey south, the temple and the plan for final victory.
Storyteller: [can you copy and paste the last dozen or so lines please?
Storyteller: [forgot what I was going to say]
Cicada: Cicada: "Meadows had a role to play as well. But let me start with the beginning..."
* Cicada tells the tale of the circles reunion, the alliance, the war, the expeditions. From start to finish.
Storyteller: Wind of Dreams nods and lets you tell the story, listening carefully.
Storyteller: thx
Storyteller: He asks questions and such, showing his interest but never gets in the way. When you have finished the story, you look outside and it is dark. Outside the window, you can see Whispering Medows is sleeping against a tree in the distance, the two horses grazing peacefully around her. The tea is gone now, but he made more over the course of the story.
Storyteller: He shakes his head sadly.
Storyteller: "Well that is a good story. Maybe I can do something to help you."
Cicada: "Something wrong?"
Storyteller: He points at how you're missing an arm and a leg.
Cicada: "Ah, yes. I think Sanyet is sorry about having to carry me around. And it is troublesome. But I wouldn't want to impose."
Storyteller: (I) "I know!" he says. "I can make a new one!"
Cicada: "Is that possible?"
* Cicada looks around at the many things. "Silly question..."
Storyteller: "Oh, it'll be no problem. Why don't you make yourselves comfortable here? It's late, and I'm sure the two of you are very tired." (8)
Cicada: "Actually, I must also admit I was kind of happy like this. I will never be able to fight and travel again... I will become a better wife this way.."
Storyteller: "Nonsense! You can always use an arm and a leg! Besides, you were going to ask Forked River for help, weren't you? I can do better than him." he seems confident at his own superiority over the river god. "You can always take it off if you don't like it."
* Cicada chokes on her tea. "What?!"
Cicada: "Take it off?!"
Storyteller: "Well you'd have to use a charm or something." he has his head in his hand, thinking intently.
* Cicada looks over at Sanyet, a little tempted, but unsure.
Storyteller: Sanyet squeezes your hand.
Storyteller: "I don't want you to be bored, Cicada."
* Cicada is about to protest, then stops.
Cicada: "Yes, I suppose I would go crazy after a month of sitting down. I cannot deny my airial nature."
Storyteller: "Maybe we could go mountain climbing together one day." he smiles.
Cicada: "I would love to. And I need all my limbs for that."
Cicada: "What is it that you propose, Wind of Dreams?"
Storyteller: "Great! I'll think of something. In the meantime..." He waves at a corner of the insanity, and you see that there is a double bed there. You didn't see it before because it was so cluttered, but it's obviously been there all along.
Storyteller: "I always think better when I'm moving around."
Cicada: "Meadows needs a proper bed too."
Cicada: "Well, I suppose we can lie three together."
Storyteller: "I'll make sure she gets one." he smiles reassuringly.
Storyteller: He looks doubtful. "There's no need of that.'
Storyteller: "You two enjoy yourselves. I'll see you in the morning?" he smiles, standing up.
* Cicada nods to him, then looks over at Sanyet. "Go out and help Meadows to bed. Then get me."
Storyteller: Sanyet starts to stand when, Wind of Dreams waves, grabbing a blanket as he goes out. "Don't worry about her, I'll take care of her, she'll be fine" [undetectable lie](*)
Storyteller: Sanyet shrugs and sits down.
Storyteller: "She'll be fine."
Cicada: "Okay."
Storyteller: he yawns. the smiles at you and Puuhda. "He doesn't seem that bad of a fae."
Storyteller: Outside, you can see Wind of Dreams wrapping Whispering Meadow up in the blanket before walking away, towards the center of the demense.
Cicada: "No. He is quite a fine person."
Storyteller: He pours the last of the tea into your cups.
Storyteller: "So you really meant that about not wanting to have an arm and legs anymore?" he hides his smirk in the teacup.
Cicada: "I want to be with you forever, Sanyet. If I have to give up a little of myself to be able to do so, then I consider it a bargain at the price."
Cicada: "But you are right, I would go insane within a month and no longer be your beloved wife."
Storyteller: he chuckles. "You dissapeared for a whole day at the pass. I'm sorry about that."
Storyteller: "I should have been more careful."
Cicada: "And you seemed so distant for a few days. I was terrified."
Storyteller: He takes your hand and kisses it. "But I'm better now, because of you."
Cicada: "I pray I can always win you back like that, make you the Sanyet I love again. And that you will do the same for me."
Storyteller: "I will. I promise."
Cicada: "Thank you Sanyet. You make me happy."
Cicada: "Now, lets go to bed. I need rest, and so do you I bet, my enduring husband."
Storyteller: "I think it's because I love you"
Storyteller: he smiles, and carefully scoops you up, and the two of you go to sleep together.
Storyteller: (Un)fortunately, Wind of Dreams uses his all-powerful mojo while you sleep, and the two of you spend most of the next week lost in each other's arms.
Cicada: (as if that was a bad thing ;)
Storyteller: At the end of the week, sanyet exhausted, and lying next to you, sleeping while you hold onto him, looking at the door, exhausted, and slowly begin to think about something else besides sanyet. But your mind is too foggy. Puuhda is sleeping next to the bed, a little ball of fluff.
Storyteller: Quietly, Wind of Dreams opens the door and looks in, and then seeing sanyet is asleep, goes to sit by the table and think quietly.
* Cicada smiles faintly to Wind of Dreams. "What time is it? I felt like I have sleapt for ages."
Storyteller: "Ah! you're awake. It's a little after midnight. l'm glad you've enjoyed your rest. :)"
Cicada: "Oh, good... then we can sleep a few more hours."
* Cicada bury her face under Sanyet's arm again and tries to go back to sleep.
Storyteller: "You want to leave in the morning? I can give you your arm and leg now."
Cicada: "Wha..? Oh, yes. The prostetics..."
Storyteller: "It's more real than that." he smiles.
Cicada: "Might as well. Have to be ready to travel."
Storyteller: He nods, and walks over to you, offering his hand.
* Cicada turns her feet out of bed, gets up and rub down her clothes to get out the lines.
Storyteller: Taking yours, he carefully picks you up and into your arms.
Storyteller: "You're so light!"
Cicada: "Thank you. But I'll get so heavy soon. Did you know I am with child?"
Storyteller: "Yes. I can hear it dreaming inside you." he smiles.
Cicada: "I sometimes believe I can too. Sanyet calls me silly."
* Cicada chuckles.
Storyteller: "Sanyet can't watch your dreams like I can." he smiles.
Cicada: "At least he has begun to speak to my belly rather than my chest now."
Storyteller: Wind of Dreams laughs.
Storyteller: Carefully he pulls a chair away from the table with his foot, and carefully then sets you down in it. Then he frowns. "You'll need to wear something else. You sewed up where the arm goes."
* Cicada laughs too.
Cicada: "Ah, yes. Should I get one of my old outfits?"
Storyteller:  "Which one do you want?" he walks over to your backpack.
Cicada: "Errr... the plain grey one is fine. No need for finery, I suppose."
Storyteller: "Oh, that one is so boring."
Storyteller: he picks it out and looks at it sadly.
Cicada: "The white one then? It is the priestess gown, though."
Storyteller: "Hmm. no, I guess this one is better." he shrugs and hands the grey one to you, then walks behind you. "I might as well help you get dressed. We love each other like you and sanyet love each other, after all." [undetectable lie]
Cicada: "Yes, I love you as much as sanyet. I only met him thanks to you after all."
Storyteller: He smiles. "I didn't want to take you then. I was afraid you wouldn't love me."
Cicada: "I was ready. I wanted you. Already back them. You set me free. More than Tabius ever could by removing my collar."
* Cicada sighs. "Lost opportunities..."
Storyteller: carefully he takes off Cicada's clothes and then, just as carefully, strokes her ear, and unfolds her grey clothes. "I'm sorry I've made you wait."
Storyteller: He looks at the clothes. "It'll be easier to put them on after your arm and leg are back."
Cicada: "I could wait centuries for you, my liberator."
Storyteller: he smiles. "We don't have to wait centuries." carefully, he bends over and kisses cicada on her forehead.
* Cicada almost convulses in pleasure and longing.
Storyteller: When he draws away, you feel yourself covered with essence, sparks jumping up and down her body, and a ticklish sensation where the arm and leg should be.
Storyteller: slowly, she changes, the angles of her body growing more distinct, her skin begins to glisten like it was covered with water, and then lines of frost crystallize over her body and a wind begins to pick up inside the cabin.
Cicada: "Just now I don't think I could wait even a single breath any more..."
Storyteller: A wreath of light moves down from her shoulder and her waist, and where it goes, her arm and leg reappear. Your fingers and proportions are slightly extended, and her ears curl over in a myrid of curls and points.
Storyteller: He smiles, and cradles your face lovingly.
Cicada: "Dreams... I...."
Storyteller: "Go then and love your husband one last time, so that our true love can shine for all eternity." [undetectable lie]  (*)
Cicada: "Make me yours... for eternity..."
Storyteller: he smiles and kisses you, like he did before.
Cicada: "Yes, I will."
Storyteller: "Then take me as you cannot him."
Cicada: "Yes, I will. At long last."
Storyteller: He smiles and helps you up, kissing cicada gently and running his hand against her new angles and textures.
* Cicada tries drowsily to get up and go to the bed.
Storyteller: It's not hard. Your body reacts to your will as if you were in a dream.
Storyteller: But this isn't a dream.
Storyteller: Sanyet sleeps unawares in his bed.
* Cicada leans down over the sleeping Sanyet and begin kissing his neck, and then with increasing passion work her way down as she opens his shirt.
Storyteller: Wind of Dreams watches, waiting for his time.
Storyteller: You can listen to Sanyet's dreams.
Storyteller: they're about how much he loves you and the stars, the stars always trying to stop him from telling you.
* Cicada hears the stream of words and images even as hes runs her tongue around his navel, and works with her hands to undo his pants, seducing him in his sleep.
Storyteller: You can see the stars, and you know what they mean. You can see how they've already bound him to their will, despite how he fights against the sidereals. You can see his masters watching him, biding their time.
Storyteller: You can also see a woman, that he is rejecting, despite that her beauty rivals your own.
Storyteller: Sanyet moans and his dreams become only of you.
* Cicada has a little voice call out inside her, screaming her support to Sanyet holding out her hand to him to help him run. But it is a tiny voice everything else works to arouse him as she has never dared do before due to his mortal frailty.
Storyteller: Sanyet wakes up and holds you with him, trying to keep up but failing, eventually just lying beneath you.
Storyteller: You can hear what he wants and what he's going to do, and feel the ability to do that.
* Cicada lets herself be the object of that want. Finally using her weight sink down on him making them join more completely than ever before.
Storyteller: When it is almost over, and you can feel him on the brink of falling into such that he has never felt before, you feel a strange, unearthly chill cover your body, as if you are being watched. You can feel a presence nearby. And for some reason.... you stop. Completely drained, sanyet falls unconcious, but you don't even notice that he is bleeding from the nose.
* Cicada suddenly feels exposed, unsafe. She looks around in fright.
Storyteller: A ghostly appiration stands next to you, two short swords covered with ice and fire, gems and beautiful things, broken and clinging to them. Wind of Dreams lies in the corner, still alive, but helpless, unable to move, his body nearly severed in two.
* Cicada stares in near panic.
Storyteller: Tei kneels to Cicada and takes her hands in his. "Remember what was a lie, Cicada? Remember what is the truth?"
Storyteller: Tei breaks the hold the undetectable lie has on Cicada! Though whatever was real...
Cicada: "What? What? .... Tei!"
Storyteller: He smiles.
Storyteller: "I'm here."
Cicada: "Tei! It is really you!"
Storyteller: He smiles sadly, and you realize you can almost see through him. "Yes"
* Cicada embraces Tei, for a moment not heading the ever so slightly embarressing position she is in. :)
Storyteller: Tei sheathes his swords and holds her wrapping his arms around you. Tei is wearing his immaculate robes and is otherwise as you last saw him.
Storyteller: He feels cold, and otherwise wrong.
Cicada: "I am so happy to see you. I thought you were.... you really are dead, aren't you...?"
Storyteller: he nods sadly. "The dragons are calling to me, even now."
Storyteller: "I'm here now, for you."
* Cicada suddenly feels sick and about to cry, the pain of loss new again.
Storyteller: He holds you gently. "It's ok Cicada. I'll find you again." he smiles. "I could not have you in this life, not as you need."
Cicada: "I failed you, Tei. I failed you so greatly... can you ever forgive me?"
Storyteller: "You didn't fail me, Cicada. But I forgive you."
Storyteller: He smiles.
* Cicada looks about to protest. About to once again destroy an unrecoverable moment in an argument. But she pause.
Storyteller: "You're special, Cicada. The dragons need you, and I need you."
Cicada: "Thank you, Tei. I am never going to forget you and what you was like. And I will meet you again."
Cicada: "Is there anything what soever I can do for you? To make things easier for you?"
Storyteller: "No. I cannot change what I did my life in death. I will stay here, for a while, to make sure Wind of Dreams does not try to follow. But you can help your friends."
* Cicada blinks, only now remembering Sanyet and Meadows.
Cicada: "Sweet Dragons...!"
Storyteller: "Not them, Cicada. Vanal, Jynaru, Tabius."
Storyteller: "They need you."
Storyteller: "Tala needs you, but in a different way."
Storyteller: he looks confused.
Cicada: "The arm, you mean?"
Storyteller: He shakes his head no. "I don't know. It's not that."
Cicada: "I will keep an eye out for her then.
Storyteller: "Somethings going to happen. If you're not there, they'll die." "Tala.. something else though. Juniper too...."
* Cicada nods.
Storyteller: He shakes his head.
Storyteller: "You have to go with them."
Cicada: "I understand. I always knew I had to go... Even though I wish it was not so."
* Cicada looks down at Sanyet sadly.
Storyteller: He smiles.
Storyteller: "Don't blame them. They're just men."
* Cicada chuckles. "Ah, yes. Poor frail little men."
Cicada: "But I know what you mean."
Cicada: "Tei. You have always been my finest friend."
Cicada: "I don't know if it is proper, possible even, but I wish you all the luck I can, will pray for you, and never forget you."
* Cicada looks around for some clothes.
Storyteller: He smiles. "Don't pray for me, Cicada. I will move on. Already, this is blasphemy. Do not ruin your life."
Storyteller: Your grey clothes is lying by on chair where you left it.
* Cicada puts on her clothes then sees to Sanyet.
Cicada: (arms still in place? All airy in aspect?)
Storyteller: Yea, all the weird thigs he did to you are pretty solid now. But Sanyet is almost dead, he's not even trying to live anymore. But he's happy.
Cicada: (....)
Cicada: KIS OF LIFE!
Cicada: (somehow I think that is not the right thing to do...)
Storyteller: heh
Storyteller: He looks better! But he's still unconcious.
Storyteller: converting everything to bashing?
* Cicada fights to keep him breathing, then looks for Meadows and their horses.
Cicada: (you bet)
Storyteller: ok. Tei says Meadows is in another room, but he can't find it because of Wind of Dreams stuff hanging on the walls. He keeps getting lost in it. The horses are still grazing outside.
* Cicada tries to look inside little boxes and pieces of bric-a-brac then. They are likely all extra rooms.
Storyteller: nope. Those are actually boxes and random stuff.
* Cicada just plain searches the house then.
Storyteller: There isn't anything you can see. The only other room is the kitchen and the bathroom. Going outside, it looks like the house should be bigger on the side with the kitchen though... There must be another room next to it.
* Cicada tries to fins an entrance from the outside.
Storyteller: roll dex + investigation
Cicada: (uese a wp for adding compassion 12 dice total)
Storyteller: ok
Cicada: (4 sux)
Storyteller: You climb around the house, even looking on the roof. Finally, you find a window.. it is closed, but it looks into a room you haven't seen before. Inside is a delicate room, beautifully decorated, and a huge canopy bed in the center of the room. The drapiers are closed around it.
Storyteller: The window is also locked.
* Cicada tries to cut or break a hole in the window and then unlatch it.
Storyteller: dex + larceny
Cicada: (wp to add compassion again 16 dice)
Storyteller: +1 stunt
Cicada: (10 sux, rolled the stunt dice too)
Cicada: (4 wp left)
Storyteller: you get in! you don't even have to break the window.
Storyteller: [you started with full ess/wp]
Cicada: (okay 3 wp left then, used one to give sanyet *EVERYTHING*)
Storyteller: heh
Storyteller: poor happy sanyet
Cicada: Yea, we feel so sorry for him. Right?
Storyteller: i do (not)
Storyteller: uh have class in 20 minutes!
* Cicada climbs quietly as a shadow through the window and moves along the walls as she searches the room, checking especially the bed for Meadows.
Storyteller: [I think MSN takes a long time to send messages]
Cicada: (there is a bit of lag, yes. But not much)
Storyteller: There are a variety of pretty things in the room, mostly things that are very important to red bloom. Including a picture of his first wife and a mirror that you can see your new beauty in (app 6)
Storyteller: Meadows is in the bed, wearing her best clothes and wrapped in a silk blanket. She is in a deep sleep.
* Cicada falls in love with herself and will never have another (joking, ok?)
Storyteller: [:P]
* Cicada tries gently to awake Meadows. Maybe WoD even took away some of those awful nightmares from her past.
Storyteller: She's deeply asleep. You can't wake her up.
Storyteller: She doesn't even shift when you shake her.
* Cicada settles for carrying her out then. Having to lug around both her and Sanyet is troublesome but it will be done.
Storyteller: Eh, you can put them on the horses
Storyteller: Anyhow! I have to go nowy. I will see you on friday? ^_^
* Cicada makes the preparations to leave quickly. Then rides away, leaving behind her last tea, as promised.
Storyteller: make sure you save the log, I can't here
Storyteller: :)
Cicada: Err.. how do I do that?
Storyteller: it should be a button
* Cicada remembers Puuhda too.
Storyteller: heh
Storyteller: like if you right click on the titlebar or soemthing
End of Storyteller buffer: Wed Apr 23 00:49:17 2003