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Crysania: HA! 20! ‘Don’t mess with me and my longarm!
Dandd sighed: This guy was SUPPOSED to kill off your party.
Rain chuckled: Hey Spike, do that colonel voice again…
Colonel Spike: Quin or Quit, Son!
Dandd: As long as you don’t start talking about your gay side, we’ll be ok
Crysania, mimicking Spike: Must not look up, must not look up!
The four were enjoying roaring laughter.
Lalandra opened her eyes to find she was lying on the pearl…the white pearl. Lalandra saw Crysania and krewe throw dice and laugh but didn’t process what was going on. She was too comfortable.
Lalandra faded out again.
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Lalandra opened her eyes again.
Dandd, mimicking Colonel Spike: seriously, “do you has a D20 that will roll a 1?”
Spike, mimicking Dandd: Page 31!
Lalandra, hearing page 31, bolted awake!
Lalandra shouted: Page 31! That’s the last thing you said.
Nyx, Balreth, and Angel all were awoken by Lalandra’s sudden burst of noise.
Lalandra stamps her feet and demands an answer.
Crysania just looked up at Lalandra and grinned.
Lalandra growls.
Rain: Sometimes , you’re really cute when you’re aggravated.
Lalandra points her finger menacingly at Rain: Don’t you start with me.
While Rain and Lalandra were going back and forth a bit, Nyx sat up. The act of her sitting up was in and of itself an invitation for Georgia to come back and virtually tackle Nyx back down again.
Balreth gets a happy dog tail in the face and stands up quickly, only to realize he stood up too quickly and almost falls back over.
Crysania, jokingly: You guys act like you haven’t slept well in a long time.
Angel grumbles: Let’s see: the guild hall was destroyed, we set up camp on the wrong side of the island, kept getting lost due to nightfall, then we repelled a kurzick invasion, had a corsair steal our ship and replace it with a look alike, got swallowed up by a maelstrom, dodged some killer icebergs, and watched as most of the guild vanished before our eyes… we might not have slept all that well for some of that.
Balreth looks around: Speaking of our ship…this isn’t it.
Crysania: I know! This one’s better.
Balreth: Better?
Crysania: Yep. Screw the Black Pearl. This is White Base!
A brief pause while there were many chuckles.
Dandd: We’re here! Follow me please.
Everyone walks out the door to find themselves in the middle of the Isle of the Dead.
Lalandra: The Guild Hall?!
Nyx: Does this mean we can Map Travel?!
Crysania: Of Course.
There were many high-fives and cheers.
Crysania: If you come to the water near the storage chest here, White Base will take you to any of the following: The Isle of the Dead, The Fortress of the Arrow, The Temple of Indecision, The Charm of the Night Menagerie, The End of the World, Kaineng Center, Lion’s Arch, Kamadan, or the Great Temple of Balthazar. Simply imagine it and step into the water. Poof!
Lalandra: Wait. You died. You all did. Was that all a dream?
Crysania: I hope not, because then I would be trapped in the Underworld now AND in your dream.
Balreth turns to Dandd: So page 31?
Dandd: Yeah. Angel asked about ceremonies, so I said Page 31 in the Mists.
Angel: …we didn’t get the “in the mists” part.
Dandd: Oh…
Crysania: What? You really think I would let you guys come along on some huge quest just to bring you to a place you couldn’t possibly pass? That I would just kill you like that? That’s just silly.
Lalandra screams in a fit of impossible anger.
Lalandra: GRRRRR I wanna choke you right now…
Everyone in the room, other than Lalandra burst out laughing.
Lalandra: GRR!! That’s not funny!
Balreth: So what’s the plan now?
Crysania: Well, I say go back and grab your Clans, just like I told you before. Bring them all here.
Nyx: To the Guild Hall?
Crysania: no no, to your respective areas via white base. We’re in the Mists now, things don’t always work normally here
Dandd: cough cough Page 31 cough cough
Balreth: Sounds like a plan.
Angel: Then what?
Lalandra: Then we rescue Crysania!
Balreth: Sounds like two plans!
Crysania: Time doesn’t move very fast down here, so take all the time you need. The Common Area, here, and all the Clan areas are all a part of the same general geography – in a way. This is all Quinland.
Lalandra: In a way?
Crysania: Travel to all of the Clan areas sometime, although we’re next to each other it will feel like we’re worlds apart.
Balreth: Are we?
Crysania: Nope. It’s just the Mists. We’ll be fine down here.
There were many cheers, and one by one everyone headed out through the White Base Portal.
Rain: They sure seemed happy to see you.
Crysania: We’ll see how long that lasts. People like Mallyx are in the Mists. They might not be too happy then.
Dandd: That will come in time, for now just let them be happy.
Spike: A toast to Quinland?
Crysania: yeah…like YOU need an excuse!
The Guild Hall once again erupted in laughter.
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Henchman 1: Did you hear?
Henchman 2: What?
Henchman 1: Crysania can snipe and heal at the same time.
Henchman 2: rrriigghhhtt…and a team of four monks and four blood necros can take down Duncan.
Henchman 1: Yes, actually – wait. So you already heard?
Henchman 2: Quin or Quit, Son!
Henchman 1: Dood, I SO wish I could have been there for that.
Henchman 2: Yeah, no henchman at all in that mission…
Henchman 3: @#$%ing Coths…
Crysania, from halfway across the Guild Hall: I HEARD THAT!
Henchman 1 giggles.
Crysania: Actually, head to the Fortress of the Arrow. Balreth is appointing a ‘king’ to act in his stead if he and Angel are both absent. A paragon, to yell at people I presume.
Henchman 1: Balreth and the Paragon King. Has a nice ring to it.
Crysania nods.
Henchman 1: What’s his/her name?
Crysania: I haven’t a clue, we’ll find out soon.
Nyx pops in, with hair and feathers everywhere.
Crysania: Stressed out companions?
Nyx nods: I want to make the ceremony, but I look awful.
Crysania: I’m sure you’ll be ok. I’ll pick up Lalandra and see you there.
Nyx nods again.
On the way to the Temple of Indecision, Dandd asks Crysania: You haven’t told them at, as personas of you, we can’t leave Quinland in our own ‘bodies’ have you?
Crysania sighs: No, and I don’t think they’ll be used to me trying to interrogate inanimate objects for fireworks anytime soon.
Spike: Yeah, I’m funnier anyway.
Rain: I wonder if we could have our own Avatars, like Crysania does?
Crysania: Have to ask Dwayna the next time we see her.
Dandd: It was a blessing we lasted as long as we did. …We’re here.
Crysania: damn this White Base is fast.
…and so the Hoolequin are now able to rest easier, having made a home, Quinland, in the Mists where they will be much harder to find by any ill-wishers. They now can Map Travel and all Clans have their own home and plenty of space. The first significant act in Quinland takes place in the Fortress of the Arrow, Balreth is wasting no time getting his affairs in order.
Virtually the entire Call of the Hoolequin was there, easily the largest gathering since the busiest days of Quinhalla. The crowd was buzzing with noise and energy, and Balreth was unable to quiet the crowd down. Crysania stood up and everyone silenced, and listened.
Balreth: …?
Crysania: Guess they think I’m in charge.
Balreth: Master of Spirits AND CEREMONIES.
Crysania, grinning: It has been a stressful period for all of us.
The crowd nods in unison.
Crysania: …but we will settle and use this as a base from which launch from, and win!
The crowd cheers.
Crysania: Guild Mates! This is our HOME! This is QUINLAND!
Crysania kicks a henchman off of the platform, much to the applause of the crowd.
Crysania: Shop, Rest, Trade, Play, Plan, Party – HERE!
The crowd cheers again.
Crysania: From here we can do it all, HERE – our very own Eye of the Quin.
The crowd Erupts into lots of cheers, and Crysania joins the Crowd as Balreth moves to start the Ceremony…
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Episode 43
7 Feb 2011
Notes: The reaction of Crysania’s passing [Episode 42] was encouraging enough to say “just kidding” 🙂 . Full references to be added soon.
References: Guild History
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