[Darkness]

Oric peeks inside the shrine and sees Lucien, Xinxion, Nemrick, and Cendrant.
"Oh not this again," he murmurs. He sits down next to the door, just out of sight, and starts eavesdropping.

[Pureblade]

Noticing Xinxion, Nemrick nods towards him and continues to focus on Lucien. He then notices that Xinxion seems to be moving his mouth and speaking to himself. With his sharpened drow senses he hears the whispered chant and struggles to find some meaning to the words.

[Darkness]

Oric peeks around the corner again and signals Drathonian to go in. Drathonian enters and looks at the other three people inside. He then goes to the opposite side of the room and sits down and begins to bow his head and whisper nonsense.

OOC: Hahahaaaaa!!! My characters shall trickily trick you into thinking that they are not doing what they are really doing: eavesdropping!

[Pureblade]

Nemrick looks up at the visitor and listens in on him as well. All he can tell is that the man is mumbling words that seem totally random. "Well, thats no 'secret language'," he whispers to himself.

OOC: Muhaha, my guy is sooooooo smart...not even funny!

[Darkness]

OOC: Yarrrrrr! If I hadn't said that he was whispering mumbo-jumbo, your guy wouldn't have thought that! That's no fair!

[Ruckus Fox]

OOC: All's fair in love and war. Hehe...You shoulda specified that if you didn't want him to actually know. I admit...It was a little out of character...But I'm not complaining.

Looking around, Lucien bobbed his head. Looking to the one mumbling mojo, he waited till he got eye contact, then make a slitting throat motion with his index finger. Clearly an attempt to intimidate him >) hehehe...

Turning his head back to Nemrick he smirked, "You're a little paranoid, eh?...Mm...I'll answer questions after you answer them first." Planting his elbow on Cendrant's head he used him as a rest. "Your little friend is a telepath? I can only assume...I understand what you mean by you're not used to seeing people like me...But I think it's more than just my tail. What does this one keep sayin...errr...Thinking of me? Mm? You seem to agree..."

OOC: :O So...I wonder what everyone else is doing here...Hehe...Bored?

[Pureblade]

OOC: Well duh...lol

BIC: Nemrick looks back to Lucien and then glances at Cendrant, the 'headrest'. "Lets put it this way...Cendrant seems to have taken a liking to you..." he says as Cendrant nudges Lucien. "And thats very unusual for him...most of the time the only thing he's close to is his food." Nemrick takes one last glance towards the two men sitting in the corner, then says "I've heard you have a bit of a reputation around these parts...maybe we could benefit one another in the future."

OOC: And sorry about my guy dark, but he is literate in almost all ancient languages, especially dark ones....so it would kinda be obvious to a perceptive drow ...but i still dont know why you're whispering mumbo jumbo...maybe he's insane???

[Ruckus Fox]

Lucien shrugged, tilting side to side a bit. "Maybe..." He spoke gruffly. "I'll answer your question now. I'm so interested in Nerzuul, because he took me in as an 'apprentice'. but...since a while, he's been missing. I'm about to give up seeing him again...Mm...No huge loss..." He shrugged again, "Now...What do you mean he's taken 'aliking' to me..." He glared uneasily downward at the armrest. <.<;;;

OOC: Insanity! Drows really aren't that hard to predict...Silly dark elves.

*Logs out for the night...Consider me logged in when I post next.* (If you don't know what this means...It just means you can't attack me while I'm there. Keeps ya safe...Cspace is making a new law about fighting combat...So...It'll be helpful if you don't wanna get slaughtered by Obi or someone. )

[Darkness]

OOC: Hey, hey, hey! Only one guy came in. And how do you know he's speaking an ancient language. It could just be one you don't know about. And if your drow is so literate in ancient tongues, why hasn't he understood Xinxion yet?

[Bashae]

Reikin enters the Shrine, looking at the shady characters in the room. He casts the following spells:

- Flame (0): EC=0; DP=5: The Druid conjures a small flame and burns the target.

- Frost (0): EC=0; DP=5: The Druid surrounds the target with a freezing gust of wind.

- Shock (150): EC=0; DP=40: A minor bolt of lightning strikes the target.

- Whirlwind (220): EC=0; DP=60: A blast of rotating wind slams the target.

He harnesses the energy of these four spells into his Spirit Sphere, changing them into elemental orbs. Flicking his hands, the orbs come to life and begin circling around him. He then proceeds to sit down against a wall.
"Well, well... Another werefox... I guess it is far too late for me to convert him away from the darkness." He murmurs to himself in Elven.
"Good day to you," he calls to the fox, "Might I ask what your name is and what you are doing here? Oh and Oric," yelling out towards the wall, still looking at the werefox, "You can stop eavesdropping now. It's not like we will talk about some incredibly evil plan that only the truly evil could evily think about." He raises his eyebrows at what he just said and shrugs his sholders.

[Darkness]

Oric picks up a pebble and tosses it at Reikin. He then enters and nudges Drathonian.

OOC: GRAAGGHHHHHH!!!!!!! I'm so stinkin' bored....

[Pureblade]

Nemrick nods towards Reiken, then glances over at Oric. Grinning to himself, he then examines the spheres circling Reiken. "Interesting...I haven't seen anyone do that before...

"And about him taking a 'liking' to you Lucien, I seriously doubt he would be interested in mating with you...no matter how much you want him to." Nemrick winks, then says, "It is just that he doesn't usually trust people...normally, if someone used him as an armrest he would take it as an insult...and the results wouldn't be pretty."

Narrowing his eyes, he looks towards Xinxion.

OOC: Ok to answer some of the questions...Xinxion had followed Nemrick and Cendrant to the shrine at their invitation, so Nemrick doesn't really care what he's mumbling. Also, what do you mean 'drow elves are easy to predict'....IM SO UNPREDICTABLE ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY!!! For one, I dont enjoy torturing or killing mercilessly...so HAH! I might be evil, but not predictable

[Pureblade]

Nemrick nods towards Reiken, then glances over at Oric. Grinning to himself, he then examines the spheres circling Reiken. "Interesting...I haven't seen anyone do that before...

"And about him taking a 'liking' to you Lucien, I seriously doubt he would be interested in mating with you...no matter how much you want him to." Nemrick winks, then says, "It is just that he doesn't usually trust people...normally, if someone used him as an armrest he would take it as an insult...and the results wouldn't be pretty."

Narrowing his eyes, he looks towards Xinxion.

OOC: Ok to answer some of the questions...Xinxion had followed Nemrick and Cendrant to the shrine at their invitation, so Nemrick doesn't really care what he's mumbling. Also, what do you mean 'drow elves are easy to predict'....IM SO UNPREDICTABLE ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY!!! For one, I dont enjoy torturing or killing mercilessly...so HAH! I might be evil, but not predictable

[Darkness]

OOC: I know Xin followed yer dudes; I read ALLLLLL! Yes, I read the Forlon topics.

[Ruckus Fox]

Lucien was seemingly the center of attraction... <.< Awr...Looking to Oric as he entered he grinned maliciously, feeling it okay to remove his hood. "It's fine." He smirked, "I could smell him a mile away any way. Not like he can hide from me." ( ) Looking back to Nemrick he pursed his lips and 'Hmmmed' softly. "I see..." Bending his head to look Cendrant in the face he chuckled, "I like your style." Respecting this, he removed himself from Cendrant's head. Turning to Reikin he pondered a moment. "Mmm..." Stepping forward he'd lean closely and sniff him a second. He had remembered Reikin from the boat in Aderon a long while back...But he never heard anything else about him. He wanted his scent for later. After this, he'd step back. "Lucien...Nightwing. I'm here because I wish to locate Nerzuul...Or...Atleast I did. Now I'm not sure what to do." Turning around he'd fling his head back and stare at the ceiling while he massaged his temples. x.x