Dacil elbowed his way through the gathered crowd trying hard to steer clear of the more vocal, dangerous looking ones. Within minutes he spied what he was looking for and carefully made his way over to the wall beside the mage shop. Just as he’d been told, there was a mysterious keg there as well as the others he’d seen around Britain.

Dacil’s informants had first told him of the kegs appearing a few days ago. It seemed no one was able to say what was in them or what purpose they served. The kegs bore a label “Made in Ver Lor Reg” and yet all attempts to speak with the gargoyles in that city had come to naught.

Examining the keg closer, Dacil thought he detected a trace odor that, if he was correct, was VERY bad news. With the rioters stepping up their attacks in Britain and Castle British locked down, this was just one more sign of spreading chaos that could very well lead to disaster.

Dacil rose and carefully made his way out of the city. It was time to try to get some answers and he thought he knew just the place to go for them. He did not think it would require assistance but, then again, in these uncertain times, you never quite knew what you might face unexpectedly. Perhaps he should err on the side of caution this time….

—————————————————————-
Please meet Dacil Dalgrin at Empath Abbey, Sunday, April 1st @ 5 p.m. PST/8 p.m. EST to lend whatever assistance may be needed.

Fio shook her head and just stared at Faine, “You’ve GOT to be kidding me right?”

“Oh c’mon,” Faine responded with a grin, “What’s the worst that can happen? We’ve already crashed the shard, killed them all dozens of time, did the one thing with the self generating monsters, did the other thing with the evil twin that made them lose their armor right after they rezzed. This will be a piece of cake!”

“Besides,” Faine continued as she gleefully tossed bottles and potions at Fio to pack, “it’s for the good of…science! Yeah, that’s it, science! We need to find out the…ummmm, consequences of mixing those with the other things and then throwing in the players. They are a tough bunch. They’ll be fine!”

Fio glanced down at the bulging bag full of all manner of bottles of only god knew what. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” Fio sighed heavily, “And YOU better hope to heaven Mesanna doesn’t find out about this.”

———————————————
What in the world could Faine and Fio be cooking up? Come find out Wednesday, March 21st @ 6:00 p.m. PST/9:00 p.m. EST. Gather at the Britain Counselor Guild – if you dare!

Now ye did no really think EM Fio and EM Faine would let the sacred day of St. Patty’s pass by without doing something to celebrate didja? Since the Blarney Stone was locked away safely this year from any leprechauns trying to steal it, we will no need to go rescue it again! That means we can drink and run! That’s right me wee friends – Naked Dungeon Run time!!!

You are invited to come join Fio and Faine on Saturday, March 17th @ 6:30 p.m. PST/9:30 p.m. EST for some revelry and racing! Rules will be explained at the gathering. We look forward to seeing you there!

Neil walked back to the Counselor’s Hall on his way from the adoption pen.

Sherry and Dacil were right. The citizens were more than happy to help gather up all the strays and contain them. Many were already on their way to new homes, the rest would have homes very soon. It had been a triumphant evening.

But as Neil walked over the bridge he smelled something odd. He shook his head and thought nothing of it, until he smelled it again, even a bit stronger. He went to the side of the bridge near the land and nearly fainted.

Piles of debris and trash was gathering under the bridge. In the piles, he thought he saw movement but wasn’t sure. He walked off the bridge and towards the bank of the canal. Taking a closer look, he quickly jumped back. Indeed things were moving in the canal.

Neil decided he better have a look around the city and as he approached each bridge he found the same problem… debris and trash gathering along the shores. Removing the cats and dogs had lead to another problem, the pests and vermin that they normally controlled were getting out of hand. But there were some cats and dogs left, but apparently not enough to curb the ever growing problem within the debris.

He shook his head and headed straight for the Counselor’s Hall, The Guildmasters were not going to be happy about this at all!

Neil thought to himself as his pace quickened after seeing something slither to the side, “I hope Dacil and the others will be willing to help again.”

…

Meet Dacil Dalgrin and Justicar Neil at Empath Abbey on Feb 28th @6:30 pm PST (9:30 pm EST)

Posted on January 27, 2012 by EMFaineMorgan

We would like to run one more series of tests for the Top Attacker program this weekend. Please gather at the West Britain Counselor’s Hall at 4 p.m. PST (7 p.m. EST) on Sunday, January 29th. This could take a while because we want to evaluate a couple of different scenarios. So please come equipped with patience and a good attitude. Milk and cookies wouldn’t go amiss either!

Posted on January 20, 2012 by EMFio

Rosemerry sat and looked about the empty shop. She had only just received the deed and began preparation to decorate and stock the shop with the help of the kind citizens. And now she had before her a pile of letters stating for various reasons why she couldn’t get the goods she needed to open her shop.

Letters from farmers stating why there was no fruits and vegetables.

Letters from the rancher about why there would be no milk and butter.

Notes from the merchants stating they couldn’t deliver her goods even if she could get them made.

And now she looked at a letter from an unscrupulous character claiming he could get her the goods she needed…  at a price… one she could not afford given she had nothing to make anything with much less make any money. She crumpled up that one and tossed it at the fire.

Rosemerry walked through her shop and blew out the candles one by one.

“Best not waste those either, “ she mumbled to herself. “Things seem to be getting harder and harder”

She locked the door behind her as she had made up her mind to see if she could get more information as to why there were problems fillings her orders. Rosmerry always believed if there was a problem it should be handled face to face.

A messenger approached her and she nodded.

“Oh yes. Please deliver this to Donal at Empath Abbey.” He took the message and shuddered. She looked strangely at him as he walked away. She then began walking towards the Inn that had become her home recently. “Such troubling things indeed.”

Later at Empath Abbey…

Taryn walked in the door after going to the market and watched Donal walking around the lab getting frustrated and realized he was looking for something  and not finding what he was looking for.

“Anything I can help you with?” she asked as she set down a few small pouches on the table.

He looked through a shelf full of bottles and mumbled to himself. then realized she had said something to him.

“Hrmm, I can’t seem to find an empty bottle in which to mix a new potion,” he looked back at her after climbing a a small step ladder to look on another shelf. “Didn’t you get those supplies I asked for?”

She shook her head at him laughing a bit, “I just got back, but i couldn’t get most of the supplies.” she frowned as he walked past her and looked through the pouches without a word. “The shop owners are having troubles getting things they need from suppliers and the merchants apparently are refusing to ship many items.”

“Refusing?” Donal suddenly stopped his searching and looked at Taryn. He then went to his desk and retrieved a letter from Rosemerry. He handed it to Taryn and began searching again.

Taryn looked at her old mentor and was concerned but read the letter.

Dearest Donal,

I want to thank you again for all the help you and Taryn have given me to start my life anew in Britain. However it seems I’ve come across some problems getting goods and services to begin baking and distilling again.

I’d like for Taryn to come with me to help me manage my way around the towns and see what’s going on myself. As long as she doesn’t make me jump through too many of those gates she likes to throw around. You know how lost I can get these days, but still despise those things. But I really feel like this is something that needs to be looked into and I’m hearing stories of caravans and travelers being attacked. So her company would be much appreciated.

Thank you so much,
Rosemerry

Taryn looked at Donal.

“Do I assume this mean you want me to help Rosemerry?” she looked at the monk still chasing down an empty bottle and smiled, as Donal waved his hand and nodded towards her.

[OOC] Please meet with Taryn at the Councilor’s Hall on Sunday, Jan 22nd at 5 pm PST (8 pm EST)

Posted on January 6, 2012 by EMFio

Taryn paced in front of the fire and worried at the necklace she wore around her neck, twisting the slender gold chain this way and that as she waited for Donal to finish his examination of Asurti’s spectacles. She’d tried to practice patience, she really had. She knew Donal would do everything in his own time but she wished his time kept pace with the rest of the world which, most often, it did not.

Donal sighed and looked over at Taryn, “Taryn, my dear, why don’t you go get a few more pieces of firewood and another candle or two. It would make it much easier to see in here and these old bones grow cold of late.”

Donal and Taryn both knew it was simply a make busy errand designed to give Taryn something to do and Donal some peace. Even so, Taryn went to do as she had been asked and returned a time later with some wood which she added to the already crackling fire and several candles which she lit and placed around the room.

As Taryn finished lighting the candles, Donal leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose as he shut his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he stared at Taryn and nodded.

“It’s as Asurti suspected I’m afraid,” Donal said wearily. “The spectacles are enchanted somehow. Something in the glass but I can’t quite get to it completely. There’s a spell over the enchantment to protect it and shield it. It doesn’t seem to be something that can just be undone and the shielding is making even the aura of the enchantment very subtle. If you were not looking for it, you’d not know it was there. It’s amazing Asurti was able to ascertain that these were causing the problem. We have to find out more about this.”

“I suppose the best place to start would be with the Spectacles crafter,” Taryn mused out loud, “I’ll get Asurti and we’ll go have a talk with him.”

Holding a hand up before Taryn could rush out the door, Donal cautioned, “Be careful my dear. Whatever is behind this is evil. The way the stories have been corrupted has shown that. Don’t take this lightly. It could be dangerous to track this down.”

With her hand on the door knob, Taryn looked seriously at Donal and said, “Well, I guess we should take some help along then shouldn’t we?”

Please meet Taryn and Asurti at Empath Abbey in Yew on Sunday Jan 8th at 4 pm pst (7 pm  est)