OOC: Welcome Nevan!! I have already enjoyed your posts in the RP you started. <Amriel> The Corsair laughs along with the Avenger, his masculine laugh helping to make the Avenger's seem more manly as they blend. "Do not worry Brother, our intrepid leader was regaling us with his poetry, and it would seem to have touched our Spider rather deeply. I myself was in the middle of a life-changing moment when you burst in and ruined the whole thing! Not to worry though, come sit and enjoy the tea, perhaps you have some insight into my dilemma, having left your Craftworld as well, though not in quite the same way as I." He extends a cup of tea towards the Ranger, and turns towards Kara as he does so. "My apologies, I promise you're next, I can only offer one cup at a time it would seem."
(OOC: I'm... Too... Sleepy, guild. I'll see you tomorrow. Uriel, Jori, someone generate some content for our new member, link him to the battle at the dome. Also, where did I leave Nino?)
[OOC That'll have to be you Uriel, I have no background and no briefing for our new character or the future plans for the battle and I need at least a little to work with! ]
OOC: Why me? I go to bed now! And I ain't even undertsand his role in this entire mess? Did they come with ships or just the 5 striking scorpions in the webway or what? XD
Liriasol stared at Amriel for a moment. With a fluid motion, he stood up and strode over to one of the plants in the somewhat sparse undergrowth. He snapped off a large leaf. A moment's origami, folding the thick, glossy leaf dextrously with a tuck here, a fold there, he passed the improvised cup to the Corsair. He handed them silently around the whole group, making one for himself. Then he returned to the side of the tearful Warp Spider. Kneeling beside her, he asked, "Liss Kara'shanwe, what has upset you so? Can it be shared?"
[OOC 'tis ok Velos, we both know as little it seems! I'm sure it will keep for another day (gone 3 am here). ]
Kara sniffed and looked up at the Ranger as he knelt beside her. Wordlessly, she crumpled forward into his arms. leaving Liriasol somewhat awkwardly holding the crying Eldar. Whatever she was saying, she couldn't really be heard through his chest and he guessed that she probably just needed to get the tears out. The Ranger folded his arms around her - with a slight shake of his head at the circumstance - and held her there, until the crying subsided and she looked up again, drying her eyes with the back of her hand. He offered her a corner of his coat. "I am sorry-" she started to apologise, but the Ranger cut her off. "Nothing to be sorry about. Here," he handed her a leaf-cup of tea, "drink this, Amriel has made us some wonderful tea, it'll make you feel better. We're all a little tired and strained." He squeezed her hand, wanting her to understand that it was all right to let some of the tension out, even if he hadn't a clue what was in the damn' poem that had upset her so much. The Warp Spider smiled back, as if she were a little embarrassed. Such are the ways of the proud Aspect. "As for you Visethianne," he said, grimly making eye contact for a moment, just enough to make sure he heard what was said, for in truth Liriasol was as worried - if not more - about the Avenger, "I'm taking you off the job of Camp Morale Officer." The grin flashed for a moment before he turned back to his own tea and downed it. "Lovely tea, thank you," he said, "and I won't hold it against you all for being poetry-crazed the minute I leave camp. Fortunately, the teachings of Father Kurnous provide and I have brought us all dinner. I think we all need to eat." With the quick movements of long practice, he set up the meat to roast on green sticks and took the short walk over to sit by the Corsair. "Life-changing, by Khaine! That mere food should interrupt that," he teased, though his body language spoke of his seriousness despite the words. "If you have a dilemma I'll be happy to give what advice I can, though I have only the Wanderer's perspective to bring." "Say on, brother." He paused, sitting back on a pile of that green leafy herbage, and gesturing for the Corsair to continue. "Any more tea?"
<Amriel> Pouring the Ranger some tea, the Corsair reexplains his dilemma.... (OOC: He basically restates what he said before, I would reword it, but I am tired and off to bed!)
OOC:You left me in a backwater ceaspool in some secretive (and entirely new) labyrinthine dimmension of the Webway which only i inhabit.There i am starving and i have been so much disfigured and attocified that i look like a zombie but instead of "Brainz" i go for "RP!".Have i fallen in disfavor with you miss?I shall sacrifice a thousand Tech-Thralls in the name of Omn...Sephiia the Poet! Anyhow...i have said priorly that i would NOT be able to post today...since i`ll be going to take the "shift" today at the local hospital to be at the bed-side of my sickly father. Praise the Omnissiah! PS:So you dont need to look for my last RP post...here (cause i am awesome guy...) PPS:Welcome Neval to our RP!(where some some ppl actually rp!),and if i may say so...with quite a bang you did it!
