Gray sits in a corner in the Barras

[mcbale]

Gray sits in a corner in the Barras, a map stretched out across the table in front of him. A large mug of ale sits untouched beside him, he sits mumbling to himself. Every now again he grabs the quill off the table dips it in ink and makes another scribbled note.

[spawind]

Lysandus wanders in, glimpsing around. Taking a usual position by the bar after a long day of magickalness, he spies Grayson. Simply ordering a water, he turns and walks towards the man, "Room for one more, or is your pouring over a map solitary business?" He smirked slightly, flicking his braid back over his shoulder.

[mcbale]

Gray recognises the voice and barely glances up, "Sit down if you wish Lysandus. If you don't mind the odd question being thrown at you?"
After a minute or so Gray sits back, rubs his weary eyes and yawns. After draining the mug of ale of in two long pulls he speaks again. "I am trying to put together a team to go after the Primate of Githas in the coming month or so. We know she is able to drain the life of her victims obviously giving her and her followers a major advantage in combat. Any idea of how we can combat this?"

[spawind]

Lysandus takes a seat and lifts an eyebrow as Grayson asks his question, "An interesting development, to be sure. And no, I have no issues with strange questions being asked." Tapping his jaw for a moment, he seems to think, "Speaking from a personal understanding, it sounds akin to a sort of vamperism. I would suggest, or I can do so on your behalf, contacting a member of the school of Necromancy who would be more suited to answering that question than I. However, I do understand the difficulty of having people travel to the north to tend to these matters."

Exhaling for a moment and leaning back, he reaches into his bag to pull out a pipe, "Tell me of this ability. Is it done by sight? By touch? Eye contact? Does it require an incantation of some kind? A hand movement?"

[mcbale]

"It looked like a ritual. That's all I can tell you. There were three of us inside the circle when it was cast and we were all affected in similar ways." Gray shakes his head, "It looks like it may not be a viable operation until after the Spring Gathering, at the moment I don't know whether we have the force to be able to put an end to this. So all I am really doing is planning our assault and seeing who will join me."

[spawind]

"A ritual would require preperation. Often times, it is far easier to simply interupt. A good smack or disruption to the caster in question would be effective." He smiles slightly, puffing on his pipe, "There are other ideas I have, but I'll hold onto them for the moment until I can confirm their utility in this regard. Though I do not imagine that it would be an easy fight. It really depends on where the confrontation is to take place as to whether I can be of assistance. You know how it is."

[mcbale]

"Her last known location as far as I know is a tower in the Elven lands in Clydesdale. I dare say a member of the Scouts guild can give a better description than I can."

[Dragon Claire]

A short haired woman enters the pub dressed in black with a black tabard and an axe on her hip. Holy symbols of Sidhe and Kharach worn openly around her neck. She asks the bartender for some wine and then surveys the room.

The two gentlemen sitting at the table pouring over the map catch her attention and approaches. She clears her throat as the men seem to reach a natural break in the conversation.

"Excuse me gentlemen, I hate to interupt but you would be adventurers yes? May I join you? It is my first time in Barra and it would be prudent to get to know my future colleagues so to speak"

She bows as she introduces herself. "I am Squire Evelyn Ingram of the Black Order."

[mcbale]

Gray kicks a chair out from . "It's nice to meet you. Grayson Kelly, Father Priest of Crowa and Chaplain to the Rose Order." He gestures towards the chair. "Feel free to join us, we're just discussing a little issue we are having in Clydesdale."

[spawind]

Lysandus smiles at the newcomer, "Lysandus Tathadiir of the Mages Guild. A pleasure to meet you, Squire Ingram. How fare you on this day?"

[Dave]

Dave enters the tavern and goes straight to the bar. after draining the first ale there and then he tkes a second and looks around the tables. He raises his tankard toward the table where Gray, Ly and an unknown lady. He shffles off and joins a table where a game of dice is about to start.

[spawind]

Lysandus lifts a hand in greeting to Fve, then returns to the conversation with Grayson, "So what were we discussing? Oh yes. Vamperism, technically."

[Dragon Claire]

"My thanks and a pleasure to meet you both"

She adjusts the chair that was kicked out from the table for her and sits at the table. Then answers Lysander's question.

"I fare well, it has been sometime since I have been home to Clydesdale however it still feels strange for me to be here. I am sure it will settle with time."

As the men return to their discussion she raises and eyebrow at Vampirism but does not speak yet.

[spawind]

"Believe me, Squire, I still don't quite feel at home here. Between here and the southern lands I do travel and both have their... benefits. However, I do understand what is it you speak of. Tell me, what is it you plan to do? Besides obtain Knighthood, of course."

[Sue]

The door of the pub opens slowly and heavily. In shuffles in a little person. Short in stature, a little on the plump side and a pair of notibly large, rather hairy feet.
She wanders in and peers at the bartop, standing on her tiptoes slightly to raise herself a little, as if the extra inch makes all the difference in the world.
As she makes a grab for a barstool, what appears to be a frying pan clatters against the stool from under her cloak.

The barkeep peers at the halfling. "What will you have?"

"Um a small glass of mead please?"

The keep hands the female a small human sized goblet. She adjusts herself on the stool and takes a sip, before glancing around the bar.