Tuesday Night In the Landing with Lady Drandea

Tuesday Night in the Landing – Lady Drandea comes to town. There’s some name-calling; a rumored invoice; some snideness. (Imagine that!) Was there really no brown eye once? Cyph sort of woke up, had no fire, spoke, but sleeps again. There’s speculation, threats, and maybe the inkling of a kidnapping, and/or a poisoning? Then there are the words you never expected to hear from someone’s Grandma. Enjoy!

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Category: Towns
Topic: Wehnimer’s Landing

Date: 08/30/2017 01:11 AM CDT

From: LEAFIARA

Subj: Chattin' with Drandea (August 29 story recap)

Been a while since I’ve posted a log… what with Duskruin going on, and a couple weeks before then I had computer troubles that took a while to unwind. But we’re back! This seemed to be a low-key night, but you might get a few gems of entertainment or information or reminders out of it:

Lady Drandea just arrived.
Drandea grumbles.
Drandea says, “Dennet….pfft.”
Drandea asks, “Waiting on that old bastard?”
Drandea asks, “Like he’s some great prince?”
Cryheart asks, “‘how are ye, Lady Drandea?”
Drandea says, “Fine enough Sobheart.”
Drandea says, “Maybe. We’ll see.”
Drandea says, “I guess it depends on when my grandson wakes up.”
Drandea says, “Like, really wakes up.”
Drandea says, “And how he is.”
Drandea says, “Or I’ll have to…”
Drandea says, “Well I’ll just be mad.”
Drandea moves to stand under the cover of the oak tree.
Drandea says, “I don’t understand how ye all just mull about in the rain.”
Drandea grumbles.
Drandea suddenly spins into action when an acorn falls from the tree and she knocks it away with her cane.

Speaking sardonically to Drandea, Cruxophim remarks, “Once again, the Grand Magister owes us for not inconsiderable damage and loss of life. I’m not sure how he keeps managing it, but he does.”
Speaking thoughtfully to Drandea, Cruxophim adds, “I do hope that Cyph wakes up and is sound soon, however.”
Drandea says, “I can tell you how he manages it.”
Drandea nods at Cruxophim.
Drandea says, “He doesn’t care.”
Drandea says, “And neither do you apparently, because you still allow it “Mayor”.”
Drandea scoffs.
Speaking amusedly to Drandea, Cruxophim admits, “I have a vague inkling, but yes.”
Drandea says, “And aye…Cyph woke up…kind of.”
Shinann asks, “Kind of?”
Speaking to Drandea, Ysharra asks, “Did he explode?”
Speaking to Drandea, Ysharra says, “Some of us were wondering if that particular charm of his expired with his old body.”
Drandea says, “It’s damn busy here.”
Lady Drandea just went east.
Sir Cryheart’s group just went east.

[Town Square, East – 228]
Here in the center of a broad plaza near the commercial area of the bazaar stands the impressive facade of the slate-roofed Moot Hall, where the citizens of Wehnimer’s Landing hold various official, religious and social functions. Facing the square are some of the town’s more prosperous shops, still doing business with the many customers who still frequent the streets at night. You also see a large purple wooden barrel.
Speaking nonchalantly to Drandea, Cruxophim inquires, “So what brings you out tonight?”
Drandea says, “Tired o’ watchin’ old wounds heal and close up faster than a congregation’s pockets at a Church o’ Koar when it’s donation time…”
Drandea snickers.
Drandea says, “He awoke aye…but…”
Drandea says, “No fire, if dat’s what yer askin’.”
Speaking calmly to Drandea, Cruxophim wonders, “Is he conscious?”
Drandea says, “The sand piss man said somethin’ ’bout a living target would have been preferred.”
Drandea says, “So I done threw a chalice at ’em both and storm’d off ‘ere.”
Drandea says, “Yammerin’ on like this is jus’ some experiment and research project.”
Drandea exclaims, “It’s mah grandson!”
Speaking to Drandea, Bekke asks, “Oh? A step in something larger, perhaps?”
Drandea says, “Everythin’ is a step for Dennet.”
Drandea says, “And one day…”
Drandea says, “It’ll be a step into a grave.”
Drandea holds her sides and lets out a rumbling belly laugh.
Speaking amusedly to Drandea, Cruxophim teases, “So why -haven’t- you taken him out yet?”
Drandea says, “My daughter loves ’em.”

[Thomb gets drunk and ends up spamming drunken actions]
Drandea glances at Thomb.
Drandea begins to twitch as she glances at Thomb.
Drandea appears to stumble…but with great precision and her wooden cane slams hard onto Thomb’s foot, stunning him! She blushes.
Drandea says, “Forgive me.”
Drandea plants the tip of her cane on the ground firmly, leaning against it.
Speaking drolly to Drandea, Cruxophim observes, “Oh heavens, what a terrible accident.”
Drandea nods at Cruxophim.
Drandea says, “Good thing jus’ mah cane too.”
Drandea fiddles with her cane and a blade shoots out from the tip, locking into place.
Drandea pulls a small lever on the base of her katana and the blade retracts swiftly, leaving Drandea holding an innocent seeming cane.
Speaking to Drandea, you assure, “You were my favorite person in the outpost, but then your daughter dunked Raelee’s head underwater. You’re still close, though.”
Drandea starts chuckling at you!
Drandea says, “Well good for her.”
Drandea says, “No offense…”
Drandea nods.
Speaking to Drandea, Ysharra says, “You get all the more interesting.”
Drandea says, “The only good Magister is a drown’d one.”

Speaking nonchalantly to Drandea, Cruxophim speculates, “One wonders if the same procedure might work for her, as well.”
Drandea asks, “Do I?”
Drandea peers quizzically at Ysharra.
Speaking gently to Drandea, Cruxophim clarifies, “Your daughter, I mean.”
Drandea glances at Cruxophim.
Drandea says, “No.”
Speaking curiously to Drandea, Cruxophim wonders, “Moral objections?”
Drandea says, “I will murder Dennet with my bare hands before I allow that sand piss man and him to muddle with my daughter.”
Speaking thoughtfully to Drandea, Cruxophim notes, “But your grandson is fine?”
Drandea says, “I had no say in that Mayor.”
Drandea says, “I was not aware of the plans in time to stop it.”
Drandea says, “UnlikeyoumisterMayor.”
Cruxophim neutrally notes, “Curious. But yes, fair. I presume you would have.”
Speaking wryly to Drandea, Cruxophim chides, “Well, it did work… although perhaps not the specifications that Dennet assured us.”
Drandea says, “We do not know if it worked.”
Drandea says, “Whatever it is…is alive…and briefly spoke…and has no fire.”
Drandea says, “No idea what is inside there or who.”

Speaking curiously to Drandea, Cruxophim wonders, “I presume Dennet did not destroy the coffin with the elemental?”
Drandea says, “Of course not.”
Cruxophim curiously wonders, “Or did it transfer, as well?”
Drandea says, “He probably has it on a big shelf somewhere.”
Drandea says, “Maybe right next to his set of strings you’re connected to.”
Drandea nods at Cruxophim.
Speaking to Drandea, Shinann asks, “Do you know Captain Jellybeard, by chance?”
Drandea peers quizzically at Shinann.
Drandea squints.
Drandea says, “Don’t think I do Captain.”
Speaking amusedly to Drandea, Cruxophim remarks, “I would be hurt, but it hardly seems worth the effort.”
Drandea says, “A practiced remark.”
Drandea nods at Cruxophim.
Speaking bemusedly to Drandea, Cruxophim counters, “And a practiced assumption.”

Subarashi says, “Ah, I have a bit of an odd question about Dennet, if you’ll humor me.”
Subarashi asks, “When did his eye turn blue?”
Drandea peers quizzically at Subarashi.
Drandea shrugs.
Drandea says, “I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell the truth anyway.”
Drandea says, “I can’t ev’n remember his true color.”
Drandea says, “Was it blue first? Or brown? I bet his eyes were blue first, and the brown one happened because he’s so full of….”
Pukk quietly says, “Maybe his eyes true color is blue, but he keeps saying so much crap, one of them turned brown…..”
Speaking sarcastically to Drandea, Cruxophim mutters, “Yes, one does wonder how the elemental got in there in the first place.”
Drandea says, “I just said that.”
Drandea nods at Pukk.
Drandea peers quizzically at Cruxophim.
Speaking kindly to Drandea, Cruxophim dismisses, “Nothing.”
Speaking quietly to Drandea, Pukk whispers aloud, “I hear that Dennet has his eye set on a certain ranger that danced with him….”
Drandea peers quizzically at Pukk.
Pukk glances at Lornieh.
Drandea asks, “What do you mean Puke?”
Pukk quietly says, “No names though.”
Speaking quietly to Drandea, Pukk says, “He danced with a certain somebody and love may have been in the air…”

Drandea grumbles.
Drandea gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Drandea tightens her grip on her wooden cane.
Speaking bluntly to Drandea, Ikazutchi says, “You seem bitter or upset. One would think that such a long lived life would inspire more optimism.”
Drandea slowly empties her lungs.
Drandea says, “I have a daughter who is dying because of Dennet, and a grandson who….I don’t even know now, who it is, what it will be…”
Drandea says, “Because of him.”
Drandea nods at Ikazutchi.
Speaking to Drandea, Shinann asks, “Dying because of Dennet?”
Drandea exclaims, “Of course!”
Speaking to Drandea, Shinann asks, “How so?”
Drandea says, “I know he’s got somethin’ to do with it.”
Speaking to Drandea, Ysharra says, “You said he poisoned her, as I recall.”
Speaking calmly to Drandea, Cruxophim remarks, “One can hope justice will be served. Perhaps you could tell us more of what you meant by the remark? In the way of proof?”
Cryheart asks, “You hae any proof?”
Drandea says, “He’s been working too hard to help her.”
Drandea says, “I don’t need proof.”
Drandea says, “I don’t have an oath and spurs.”
Drandea says, “I can choke the hell out o’ anyone I want.”
Drandea winks at Cryheart.
Drandea says, “Whenev’r I want.”
Cryheart says, “Well…there is the matter of the law.”
Speaking to Drandea, Bekke says, “Speaking from experience, proof of some sort helps tremendously.”
Speaking to Drandea, Hapenlok says, “Well, knowing how it was done could greatly aid us in finding a solution.”
Speaking jokingly to Drandea, Cruxophim comments, “I do believe you have more disregard for the law than even I am alleged to, that’s quite a feat.”
Drandea says, “I do not know how, or why or what…”
Drandea says, “I just know.”
Drandea says, “She was fine…”
Drandea says, “We all were…”
Drandea says, “Until we came back from Immuron.”
Drandea says, “And that’s when it all happened. When she came back to him.”
Cryheart asks, “What happened in Immuron?”
Speaking to Cryheart, Ysharra says, “Everything happened in Immuron.”
Drandea says, “Nothin’ happened in Immuron.”

Speaking to Drandea, Bekke asks, “How long has your family been involved with Quinshon?”
Speaking to Drandea, Shinann says, “That was where Carenos attacked Cyph.”
Drandea says, “I haven’t ever seen Quinshon until months ago.”
Drandea says, “When Dennet dragged that sand pisser here.”
Shinann says, “So, something happened.”
Bekke says, “After your daughter became ill, then.”
Drandea nods.
Xorus asks, “You dislike the sand piss men, or just that one?”
Drandea says, “My husband, rest his soul, was an idiot.”
Drandea says, “And never should have agreed to our only daughter running off to get married with Dennet.”
Drandea says, “Just that one.”
Drandea nods at Xorus.
Drandea says, “I’ve known a few other sand pissers.”
Drandea says, “Fantastic lovers.”
Drandea holds her sides and lets out a rumbling belly laugh.
Drandea says, “I’m half tempted to take Reannah home myself.”
Drandea says, “We’ll go back to Immuron.”
Drandea says, “Dennet can piss off.”

Drandea says, “Let’s just hope that blonde boy wakes up, and is my grandson.”
Drandea says, “And Dennet doesn’t try anything like this again.”
Speaking to Drandea, Huebald says, “I’m sure everything will be ok.”
Drandea says, “I bet…”
Drandea rolls her eyes.
Drandea says, “I need a strong drink and a long-tongued man.”
Drandea says, “Goodnight.”
Lady Drandea just went north.