OOC: really sorry about the delay, folks. First week of class, and last week with The Girl before she moves off to Seattle. I’ve been busy. I will be here at least twice a week to keep things going. anyway, lets get this started!

Narration: One of the guards looks up, tipping back the rim of his helm with a lazy finger. “Oi, are you all here for the Don’s what’sis in the Green’ouse? If so ‘E’s in the Library. G’head and go see ‘im.

OOC: in an attempt to get this moving everyone who joins after this point should encounter this.

Michael broke the seal that had kept him put and was wondering around outside. He heard the guard and headed off to the Library.

Isaac stats twords the door, and attempts to make his way to the library, fully cloked, and avoiding all eye contact, his sword rests on his shoulder the entire time.

Taarvan, cloaked entirely by his . . . well, his cloak . . . simply nods to the guards. "Thank you for the assistance," he says calmly as he moves past them and in the general direction that everyone seems to be headed. 'See, as long as people don't see me, they don't think I'm a beast. What about my appearance makes me into a beast, I wonder . . .'

OOC: Let me know if I'm overdoing the 'beast' line of thought, everybody. Doesn't mean I'll stop, but I may lighten up with it a bit.

Kelari, too, scampered off towards the library. The night's rest left him completely rejuvinated, and the breakfast offered earlier was very refreshing. Kelari weaved in and out between the legs of the taller beings, making his way in the same direction as the others. Kelari gazed in wonder at the objects inside the building, but he was much more interested in what was about to happen involving the owner of this wondrous place...

Long corridors and directions obtained from passing servants, takes you to the library. The musty smell of moldering books and dusk steeped air assaults your senses. From behind a desk the sound of shuffling papers and mutters draws your attention. Making your way towar-

SLAM!

Your first impression is of the giant grin on the man’s face. Bushy eyebrows, and disarrayed greying hair frames the wild toothy maw of a man.

I’ve finally done it! Oh HO! You must be the assistants; Come come we must be off. We haven’t much time. We must capture the beast. I spent too long trying to procure it to just give up on it at this point. All that time in the bush, all those poor dead men, died in the name of SCIENCE, but -

You drown out the man’s constant chatter to watch what he’s doing. he moves about the room with precise dashes throwing on well worn leather armor grabbing a cross bow and then throwing you a bag containing healing potions (3).

COME we’re off; Off to the Glasshouse!

Taarvan keeps his features concealed as he quietly asks around for directions to the one in charge of this household and the greenhouse, but is quite surprised with the being that he finds at the end of this search. The man immediately strikes the Nkidrazil as strange, even for a human - though that isn't necessarily a bad thing. 'Strange' Hyrulians think in 'strange' ways; perhaps this man wouldn't think of a lizardman as being so out-of-place. That would be interesting.

He watches as the man dashes all throughout the area, grabbing pieces of armor and murmuring something about capturing some beast. This instantly puts Taarvan on alert, and he begins attempting to locate something about said monster . . . though perhaps it is just another misunderstood genius, like himself. Well, regardless, if he intends to be working alongside this person, he'd best get used to helping him. So he takes in a quick bit of air . . . only to run into a slight dilemma.

*Sniff, sniff* No, that isn't the Dinolfos trying to smell something. It's him getting a nose full of the musty smell that fills the air. It is the scent of knowledge that has been long since untouched and unread, a sad state for such invaluable sources of wisdom to exist in. He lets out an exasperated sigh as he catches the bag thrown by the man, glancing inside for only a second to spot the three potions. Secreting it beneath his cloak, his hand grasps at the Serpentine Dagger's handle as he follows this odd man. It seems that, as long as this scent pervades his sense of smell, he'll have to rely on his other senses. That will be an annoyance, but fortunately his hearing is quite acute as well.

"Capture a beast huh? Seems easy enough." Thought Isaac as he follows the man to the glass house.
"Im really hoping those men stay though......Well they had better, but my blades got room for two, or three, or four or...."

As Isaac follows the man he moves around his cloak to make it easier if he does have to pull out his sword, and then just keeps on walking.

In the dark shade of the looming building, the large rock Isaac had been hiding behind vibrates gently, and then unfolds, lotus-like, standing a foot or two off the ground on four... fingers. Phalanx steps backwards silkily, fading into the dark green of background foliage as he reflects on what he'd seen and listened to just now, before everyone entered the building.

...
Pale man, cloaked man, dark man, small man...
Don't understan...
...

Phalanx shifts forward towards the entrance only to shrink back, as if scathed, when he reaches the edge of the clearing where sunlight draws a forbidden line. He scuttles back into the comforting thickness of darkness, surveying the situation.

Eventually the depressing no-sound of something being very, very quiet slips around the building. Phalanx lifts his green-gray forefinger to the back door and traces at it momentarily before finally inserting a pointed fingernail through the doorknob. Entering the Don's house, he moves down the dark back hallway in a spiral motion, until he is straddling the ceiling. He pauses. The footsteps of a butler come down the hall...

There is a brief wooshing noise, a strangled squawk, and then a gentle sucking. Red blooms through Phalanx's dark, veiny body as he seems to straighten up. As if with a passing thought, he sinks back down over the body and picks at it with his little finger, revealing three (3) healing potions, which the creature--thipp--secures about his "person," somehow...

Now walking on the right hand wall, he slips down the hallway, following the voices. To the library, incidentally.

Kelari quietly entered the room, going unnoticed by the eccentric man. He finds another of the sacks with potions and transfers the contents to his satchel. Kelari feels a strange sensation coming from the hallway, but he focusses upon what the man is blathering on about, catching bits and pieces of what he is saying. He sits under a table, out of the way, listening for what he needs to do...

OOC: Since I'm having some difficulties with the Nathael account, I'll just use my Worru for the time being.

IC: Nathael walked throught the door, and entered the room with the eccentric man, and noticed the minish under the table. Listening to what the man repeated every once in a while, he picked up a bag, and got the potions from it. Nathael bent down to the minish and asked, "Little one, were you also sent here by the prophet in Hyrule Castle Town? And are you hiding down here?"

OOC: Is the Nkidrazil and Isaac in here?

Kelari looked at the newcomer, studying him for a brief moment. He then replied, saying "I did come because of the man." He then tilted his head, as small creatures do, giving the person a quizical look. He then finished by saying, "I'm not hiding." The minish looked at the character for a second more, then turned his attention back to the man who had yet to cease his rambling.

Nathael looked at the small creature, remembering a time that he sewed together a plushie that looked remarkably like him for a little girl. Believeing there was some annoyance in the little one's voice on the second reply, he said "Sorry if I offended you by asking if you were hiding, it is just that I didn't want you to get hurt if this man decide to start turning over tables or something." After some thought, Nathael asked "What does this man have to do with the "Overman"? Do you know of what this man wants, little friend?"

Isaac looks over to Nathael, seeing a new man, Isaac starts to look at him, seeming to check out if he would be valuble in a fight, but of course what better a test than a battle, and there would be one soon!

"Well, I dunno what this has to do with Overman, but as to what he wants, he wants us to go capture a beast, dunno if he wants just a capture, or a kill though, hoping for kill personaly, for thats my specialty. Oh and, whats your name?"

Isaac's last question is said while staring at Nathael.

Nathael turned to the Stalfos, slightly frightened by its appearance, but was reminded of his own, preceded to reply, "Nathael Chasseur, at your service. You are Issac, correct? And this creature...Do you think the man will tell us what it is? And, do you know of the others coming with us?"