Chapter 59
The Frigid Wastes
T.A. Grimbergen: ack
Mari Erilo: Yes?
Maglor the Singer: Methinks I hear Grimbergen!
Saraphin: *rolls her eyes*
T.A. Grimbergen: Hail, blades!
Maglor the Singer: Grimbergen! Thank the gods!
Aron P'rezli: *glances to Sara*
Lytha: {giggles} We not grass!
Maglor the Singer: Let us set forth at once!
Philip Cruz'ado: Hello m'lord Grimbergen.
Aron P'rezli: do not go there without us, M'lady
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye, forgive my tardiness
Aron P'rezli: *sighs*
T.A. Grimbergen: Hail, Sir Phillip
Lytha: Is sara cold? Since she is sick?
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Aron P'rezli: Ahh, TA, have you hunted and procured our dinner tonight?
Maglor the Singer: Onward!
Saraphin: hmmm....
Aron P'rezli: *looks to Mari*
Lytha: There! Not cold no more!
Saraphin: thank you Lytha. *smiles gently and lovingly at her* *hugs Lytha*
Aron P'rezli: *appears sad and maybe angry*
Lytha: {smiles happily back, and hugs her}
Maglor the Singer: Wher is our path, Sara?
Saraphin: Lytha. hold my hand will you
Maglor the Singer: Where should we go?
Lytha: Ok!
Aron P'rezli: Mari!
Saraphin: *glowers at maglor* North *wryly*
Lytha: {Glares at Silver Cream}
Maglor the Singer: *sighs
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Maglor the Singer: Lead on, Aron@
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Saraphin: *swings Lytha's hand back and forth merrily*
Aron P'rezli: I didn't mean to anger her... but then that is how it always happens
Lytha: {giggles happily, swinging it harder}
Maglor the Singer: Nay, worry not.....I've known an orc or two. And they are easy to offend
T.A. Grimbergen: /party ooc anyone have a game bug where all the fonts are missing except fot the chat window?
Saraphin: Sing with my Lytha
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Maglor the Singer: ooc nope
Aron P'rezli: ooc nope
Lytha: ooc - nope....
T.A. Grimbergen: ooc ack...oh well
Aron P'rezli: ooc but I do have a white square for Sarpahin's pic
Lytha: Sing? {looks confused} I not sing..
Aron P'rezli: come mari, I do not hate you....
Saraphin: *sings merrily* We travel on the path we're on merrily on our way.
T.A. Grimbergen: ooc that i do also... i thought i downloaded it lasttime
Philip Cruz'ado: So which way? Since North seems a bit steep.
Maglor the Singer: Lead on, Aron
Aron P'rezli: you know better...
Saraphin: I don't know phillip *wryly* My neck hurts
Aron P'rezli: *reaches to touch her shoulder, then remember's last time*
Philip Cruz'ado: I'm sure we'll find a cure for that, m'lady.
Lytha: I not sing. THAT sings.
Saraphin: Come on Lyth lets skip along
Lytha: {Glares at Silver Cream}
T.A. Grimbergen: Maglor
Lytha: OK!
Aron P'rezli: *quietly* M'lady Saraphin, the neckace.... does it guide us?
Saraphin: *points up there. Got a rope?
T.A. Grimbergen: O've a ropd
Saraphin: *waves at the minotaur*
Lytha: Cow!
Saraphin: Hi there, poor you, you are dead
Philip Cruz'ado: Wait
Saraphin: *giggles*
Lytha: MOOOOO
Mari Erilo: ME. FIGHT ME
Saraphin: Hey we can climb up here! hey Phillip you are hurt
Lytha: BAD COW!
Philip Cruz'ado: My apologies, m'lady.
T.A. Grimbergen: ooc nooo... not bigby's embarrassing flag again!!
Mari Erilo: *looks over at philip confused*
Maglor the Singer: well, we gave them a whipping
Philip Cruz'ado: Their axes are a bit heavy, though.
Aron P'rezli: ooc lol
Lytha: ooc - TA? Did you see that flag?
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Philip Cruz'ado: I saw no flag
T.A. Grimbergen: ooc yeah... was it only me?
Aron P'rezli: their hide did not take well to my arrows...
Saraphin: I saw a flag
Lytha: You need to download the updated 2da override.
T.A. Grimbergen: ooc oh new patch!! ooc okie...
Maglor the Singer: They were easy to confuse though
Mari Erilo: ooc - you download the patch? *looks at maglor*
T.A. Grimbergen: ooc i didn't goto the gamepage
Maglor the Singer: I think they are especially susceptible to mind controlling magics
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Mari Erilo: when you confuse them, please do not aim it at me
Lytha: {eyes go hurt} Ok. {sniff}
Saraphin: *hugs Lytha*
Lytha: {hugs back}
Saraphin: I am not grouchy
Aron P'rezli: The way up appears clear
Lytha: I can make her laugh!
Philip Cruz'ado: No, m'lady. I meant Mari of the Orcs
Aron P'rezli: though the snow is starting to fall at this elevation
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T.A. Grimbergen: Getting cold
Maglor the Singer: Let's go on
Aron P'rezli: are you sure m'lord?
Lytha: {laughing, tries to catch the snowflakes on her tongue} Sugar!
Maglor the Singer: if we stay, we may freeze
Aron P'rezli: we can build fire
Saraphin: *plays with >Lytha*
T.A. Grimbergen: It will only get colder thouhg if we continue
Maglor the Singer: What say ye others? Shall we press on
Lytha: {stares at Silver Cream} Are you cold?
Saraphin: Up to you Sir Maglor
T.A. Grimbergen: I only fear for lytha
Maglor the Singer: Aye, these howling winds do chill my very bones
Aron P'rezli: Can anyone with use of the magicks warm us?
Saraphin: Her spell workds good
Lytha: {giggles} There! Not cold now!
Saraphin: Lytha did
Maglor the Singer: Thank you, Lytha
Saraphin: *smiles brightly*
Aron P'rezli: me thinks we should wait for daybreak to move on
Philip Cruz'ado: I will follow the Lady's wishes
Aron P'rezli: but I will stay or lead on as you wish
Maglor the Singer: Very well, then, let us rest now.
Aron P'rezli: away from this wind
Maglor the Singer: Let's have a fire, and damn the danger
T.A. Grimbergen: The fire won't last long in this waether
Lytha: I not tired. Don't need a nap yet.
Aron P'rezli: *gathers sticks to make fire*
Maglor the Singer: Well chosen, Aron......this is a fine campsite
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