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Date Posted: 16:58:32 03/07/02 Thu
In reply to:
Silhouette
's message, "*nods and begins her quest, starting with a bat plucked from the ceiling*" on 15:13:34 03/07/02 Thu
>*idly she brains it against a wall, and puts it in a
>large crevice in the wall. She also snaps a gleaming,
>small stalactite from the ceiling and adds this as
>well. Outside the lair, she finds a white foxglove,
>spotted with red like beads of blood. She remebers
>its murderous tendencies (OOC: It was often ground up
>into a poison tea that was drunk by prison inmates to
>kill them. Oooh, Grisly!)) she plucks it, feeling a
>sharp prick of energy as she pulls it from the stem;
>she chooses several more perfect specimens, then
>suddenly takes flight and with amazing speed flits out
>of the territory to the hunting grounds.
>
>She finds the skull of an elk, antlers and all, and
>drops the foxglove inside to keep them safe as she
>flies again, but this time to a human village. She
>lays the antlered skull and foxgloves down in a safe
>place, and with little ado, raids the kitchens of the
>village lord's house.* ~Lucky I'm small,~ *she thinks,
>smirking, even though the great hall leading into the
>kitchen is still a rather tight fit. The kitchen
>drudges, followed by the fat cook, exit rather
>ingloriously through an open window, used to let smoke
>out, as Silhouette takes what she needs. She dumps
>the flour out of a sack to more easily transport her
>things.
>
>The amazing healing and strengthening qualities of
>salt makes her take a pouchful, and following it goes
>a bottle of hazel, nutmeg oil, and of course, some
>aged white arbor wine.
>
>A tunnel and a strange smell announced the
>alchemists/"wizards," next door, trying, as usual, to
>turn lead to gold. With a roar she startles the
>alchemists out and heads right in, taking a silver
>chain, a vial of mercury, chunk of gold, and a chunk
>of red phosphorus, cobalt, and a polished jade stone.
>She heads calmly back out, sack thrown over her back,
>and adds the stag skull and foxgloves to it. Then she
>hunts down a magpie and with a quick snap, severs its
>green-black, gleaming wing from its body, then eats
>the rest as a snack. A thought strikes her, and she
>returns to the village. Off in a field, the young men
>of the community wrestle and practice swordplay. She
>selects the strongest of the youths and divebombs him,
>while the others scatter, screaming in fear; those
>brave enough to attack her are quickly thrown aside
>like rag dolls. She opens a slit in his upper arm,
>which spurts blood, then emits a steady flow. She
>fills her vial with blood, corks it, and speaks.* ~You
>live for now, mortal.~
>*She flies off again, and returns back to the training
>chambers, where she lays out all her materials for
>Raistlin's approval. Idly she uncorks the wine bottle
>and takes a quick swig, swishing it around in her
>mouth in luxurious appreciation before swallowing.
>She waits quietly, the warm bottle of blood held
>lightly in one talon.
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