The Artists of Destruction: FEAR US!

[Jezerai]

"Well, I guess that's that!"  Callysta grins at the others.  "Calling home, girls?"

[Orrernoeth]

"That sounds good.  I will have Redblaze protecting us while we call home."

/starts moving her hands in a now familiar pattern, recalling herself to the guild hall.

[Erendrel]

Erendrel burst into the room just as Callysta disappeared in the all too familiar lights of the Call. The empty sack lay on the floor amid the wreckage of overturd furniture. Otherwise, the room was empty. He lowerd his sword and took a deep breath.

"I guess this is not my night," he said to the empty space.

[Nikodeimus]

Meanwhile, back at the hall, Nikodeimus the Froglok knelt in deep prayer in the hall's fountain.  Suddenly he opens his eyes to rays of light and looks up to find three beautiful Elves standing right before him. His eyes bulge out practically in the shape of hearts and he leaps out of the water.

Marr!  Thou wonderful wonderful of all gods! Thou has answered my prayers in less than 30 seconds!!!!  I only asked for one lover, but thou has sent me THREE!!  THANK THEE, MARR!  THANK THEE!!

The Froglok leaps with joy towards the girls and begins to kiss their hands excitedly.

[Lyrima]

*allows her hands to be kissed three times before extracting them*

Darling... Thou art too kind, verily.

I shall leaveth thee to thy true loves...

*casts a wicked, laughing glance at the others*

*glides from the room, her hair a tangled mess and her gown a stained rag*

[Jezerai]

"ACK!  It TOUCHED me!  Now I shall have to positively BATHE in astringents!  I might get WARTS! Get away you ... you FROG!"  Callysta jerks her hands away and storms off after Kiaria.

[Scorching]

The wind howls over the Timorous Moors, as two Arasai and a Sarnak cross in a defeated silence. They stop at a plateau, dire wolves encircling the base, and plot their course.

"Sister, Bullwhip..?" the blue hair Arasai carries an easel, and lets her monotone voice rise slightly above the thunder of the wind, "Do not be discouraged. This defeat was within expected parameters for Saga. Saga did not capture us, so in our escape the Artists are victorious.

She continues, "Also, I have arranged for payment! Releasing the red haired one was a shrewd maneuver my Sister, for that same weak elf agreed to not only to honor what demands we have that were reasonable, but in cowardice gave us a new headquarters. As soon as things cool down, the Artists shall go to collect our new spa." An maniacally smirk contorts a normally inexpressive face.

[Cataclysta]

Cataclysta, looking slightly discouraged by the failed attempt at collecting ransom for the three Elves, ponders what Scorching says.

Zizter Zcorching, I'm not shure what a zpa iz, but if you think it iz worth collecting, then by all meanz let uz do it!  Did the redhead one give you any inztructionz on how to collect the keyz to thiz zpa thing?  And where iz the zpa?  Iz it in Qeynoz?  Iz it IN Zaga'z hall? 

Flutters her wings in anticipation.

If the redhead did not give you inztructionz, we will go to their tavern thiz very eve and collect what rightfully belongz to uz!  Muahahaha!  Elvzz are zuch weak creaturez!!  FEAR UZ, ZAGA!  We are coming for our zpa key!

Holds up a tiny fist and cackles maniacally.

[Sons of Halas]

Konnar stands in the guild hall at the engraved desk feverishly studying scrolls when a loud crash is heard behind him.  He spins to see an uninvited Sarnak who had just kicked over the workbench.  The Sarnak turns to Konnar, roars and shouts "FEAR US!" before turning to kick over a plant and vow his return then leaves as suddenly as he arrived.

He turns to Keevma who is also working nearby...

"What do we make of this?  I should let Talemus know as soon as possible."

[Zerzal Nephardyuel]

Zerzal frowns. She clearly is quite worried about this ongoing menace.

"This is serious, friends! I worry about you! We must take some actions!"

The paladinesse sighs and raises her eyebrows in defeat.

"I fear we shall have to set some kind of trap, in order to prevent them from leaving next time, so we can get them and hand them over to the authorities."

[Cataclysta]

Cataclysta sat in her shabby Gorowyn apartment, staring into the only mirror in the place.  The mirror was a gift from her new friend, the friend who freed her from her former Arasai body.  The wings were gone.  The lisp was gone.  Even the sudden urge to blow up a firework was gone.  She had asked for a transformation of both body and soul.  The body changed.  The soul was...well, perhaps there was never a soul to begin with. 

Her new body was long...  Not long like an Erudite's, but much longer than an Arasai's.   An Ayr'Dal's small frame. 

Nothing in the apartmet was sized to her.  The bed was too small.   The chairs too small... Only Bullwhip's old roll mat was big enough...  Quite big, actually...  She had to get new clothes, so she stole them from some random Teir'Dal's laundry hanging to dry in a garden.  The clothes were about the same size as Cat would wear on her new body...  A little too risque for what she was used to, perhaps, but they'll do for now... 

Her main struggle was how to get back into Qeynos.  Her first attempt was successful, sneaking into the Saga tavern again.  But that wasn't so hard, she'd had practice and she looked different now...  Very different...  However, she didn't have her former skills anymore...nor her posse...   She would have to figure out her way in without a scout's help next time.  Surely she could get her old charms back...  She tried to remember the way those pretty Elves had behaved under captivity...  It was only a matter of time before she'd get a handle on her "self" again........

But her mind was focused on only one thing....  And she could only hope that the brainwashed Troll named Mabb would deliver her message...

Ugh...that reminds me.  I've to find some rats to roast for tomorrow.... 

She groaned.