ooc:

Harharhar, good pun Lyinar.

Taavi was headed for the door to Calena's chambers, but on a sudden impulse he changed direction and continued to the next chamber. Making sure no one was watching, he grabbed on of the tools from his lock-picking set and got to work. It was a simple lock, and three seconds later he was in the room.
The room was empty, completely. No furniture, no pictures on the wall, no plants on the windowsill, completely empty. Taavi sighed, obviously disappointed, and he walked to the open window. Muttering something about "how frustrating small people are", Taavi turned around and pushed the front door open slightly. The corridor was thankfully still empty, so he pushed the door quietly open, and then silently shut it.

IC: Azymyth opens the book to show a picture of a woman that looks like what those of a modern day Earth would consider to be an angel: long blond hair; large, white-feathered wings; and a flowing white robe. However these are not Earth angels, nor are they D&D celestials. The name given above the picture reads the name Jyhadian. When one actually gazes upon the text beside the picture, one would see that Jyhadians supposedly live in a city high within the sky and were beings closely attune to Saisu, Goddess of Light, giving them access to almost miracle quality abilities.. including the suposed resurrection of the dead.

The half elf's eyes are filled with a wonder of a small child that's found his first bug. Hardly the 233 years of age that he is. His feet are firmly planted on the ground, either unaware of the tyed shoe laces, or has enough balance not to care.

ooc: Yay for C/P.

[ 06-13-2002: Message edited by: Lyinar Ka`Bael ]

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Taavi stepped up behind Malbi and poked his head in the room. He located Chuckles first, biggest threat on the list, then went down the ranks and confirmed that everyone was in the room. A few seconds were spent looking at Malbi's bow, another invention from those crafty gnomes...it was certainly something Taavi hadn't seen before. He caught the tail end of Chuckles' comment and looked up, glancing between Azymyth and Chuckles.

"No... this talks about a race of beings that has the power to resurrect the dead that live in the sky and..." he peers around at the mess of the room, "well, I guess the rest doesn't matter right now..."

He sighs a bit before continuing, "The fact you've been working on a flying machine is probably what set me off." He shakes his head with a rueful chuckle, "Guess you're never too old for fantasies..."

He crouches down on his haunches and shakes his head, gazing down at the floor. "I'm sorry if I look foolish right now... she just meant so much to me..."

When he gets to the frame, he turns back to look at Calena. "Need me to get you anything while I'm out? Take your dog for a walk?"

Shrugging, he turns back to the door and gives an "I'll be back in a couple hours then," before opening the door and stepping out into the hall.

Calena sits with these on her lap a moment, running her fingers over them, then murmurs quietly "Oh Iggy, I'm so sorry I wasn't here to protect you."

And when he's sure no one is watching, he goes over and slurps his flat pink tongue across Calena's cheek and plops down beside her, folding his hands in front of himself in a remarkably human-like manner

So. Need help putting it back together?