Café de Nuit

Avra takes one look over at the wounded knight - he must help him! Avra charges the dog-beast which is attacking the paladin, yelling: "As it turns to face me, get your sword!" Avra runs torads the beast, his hands cleched into fists... [occ: I'm going to get really hurt now, right? :shock...

***at the cave*** Avra was caught off guard by Shana's ruse - he had not anticipated the effect of her spell. He keeps trying to find an opening, a chace to exit the hole... But if he becomes aware of seomone fighting the beast, he will charge it and strike with... well, if he stilll has that fighti...

***at the cave*** "I might be able to kill it, but if we can both get away, there is no point in fighting this beast." Avra gets in front of Shana, crouching down so as not to interfere with her spell casting, but ready to defend her should the beast make it's way in deep enough to strike ...

***AT THE CAVE!!!***


"Shana?"...

Avra looks over to Shana, confused, disoriented, completely lost. He tries to crawl out of the hole he's in, cluthing at his neck. He pulls his hand back and looks at his fingers to see what is the wet stuff... almost afraid to look...

OCC: Sorry guys - final exams. Just finished the last one yesterday though, so now my life is entirely devoted to gaming. It's a good life. :D ------------------ aving vomited the red paste Avra sees everything around him in a blur for a few moments. There are sleepers and people talking to him... a...

Avra goes under, pulled down by the weight of Alain. He tries to find something to hold on to to pull them up, to no avail. He feels the bottom for this "tenacled thing" for a few moments and then, shooting up to the surface for air, he realises his companion i not there, only a notebook.....

Already halfway to the door, Avra freezes when he hears Alain exclaim. In the brackish waters he cannot see what may be moving around in it... but he'll damn himself if they don't all make it out of this place. Avra srpints over to Alain's side and begins searching the water with his eyes for any si...

For several tense minutes, Avra has watched but felt helpless to act, to change the events surrounding him, to have an impact...Voices, Strange symbols, meting people, sand... sand... He follows the others through the doors, to the woman chambers, watching... And his aura "slipps" from him...

Avra has little time to take in the surroundings and the events. When he sees the others move towards the direction Lodissio went in, he follows. Having lost his scimitar he contemplates for an instant taking out the fighting stick he has then decides to adopts a defense stance, unarmed, trying hard...

"I think you should have a look at..." His sentence hangs in the air at the sight of the charne; house before him. Talking door, a coin which figures a lost companion, a communal crypt, a satyr walking through walls... "Can anybody read this?" He holds the cion aloft. "I wou...

While his companions examine the are, talk to doors and generally behave like lost actors in a winter's tale, Avra calmly bends down and picks up the coin which was thrown at him by the door. "I wonder ehat clues this will have to offer..." And a little surprised, he looks over to Lodissio...

Bikes could also be the simple celeriferes, which was invented in 1790/91. Very bizarre- you couldn't steer them. :P I've been reading Elizabeth Gaskell's Mary Barton recently. I prefer her to Dickens; she gives more details about daily life during that time. One of the horrible things she relates ...

hmm... we like selling bodies for profit...

question (and I am sure the answer lies somewhere around here, but I've just spent an hour catching up on the thread): When are we hoping to have this done by?

please... can anyone kindly remind me of the deadline? I was hoping to get some swork done this weekend but it turns out my Postcolonial Literature teacher has other ideas... <groan>

Avra watches as the others have somethng of an exchange with the door...

He look over to his right: where is Lodissio?