<Kotono> -----
<Kotono> First of all, it's not too hard to visit Lekim. He's at his shop and lets you right in. "You're safe," he says immediately, "The entire town is buzzing about the disaster in the port!"
<Moore> Moore nods. "Most of us made it." He says, with a small droop of his smile. "We lost the ship, though, of course... along with... well." He shakes his head. "From heroes to tragic heroes, I suppose."
<Kotono> "What happened? Lightskimmers don't blow up like that," Lekim asks right away, closing the door behind Moore.
<Moore> "Ah..." He blinks. What -did- happen?
<Moore> "I think we peeled back a layer of this world we weren't supposed to find." He says. It's the closest way to describe it that he can think of. "Something didn't like it."
<Kotono> "What sort of magic-" Lekim begins but stops. "Nevermind, it's good magic to study, then."
<Moore> "Have you heard about what's happened with the DeLorians?" Moore asks. It's not a complete subject change...
<Kotono> "I heard Tamas DeLorian was detained!" Lekim goes on from that, taking a seat at a lab table. "It's all anyone who is anyone is talking about today."
<Moore> Moore nods and flies over to take a seat himself. Or maybe just stand. He decides to stand for now. "We were involved in that. We may be living in the old DeLorian mansion. Well, I suppose if Ilas approves of it, anyway."
<Kotono> "Ilas DeLorian? But he's dead." This gets Lekim to look at Moore anew.
<Moore> "Apparently he had a soul... ...ah..." Moore taps his chin. "Soul gem? I forgot what he called it."
<Kotono> "Pylachtery? That old dog!" That draws a smile out, "Dirty business, though, undead are. Still, that's impressive to pull that off."
<Moore> "But because of that, he's still here. I don't... ...hm. I don't know if he's intending to take a body at some point." Moore says. "I was actually going to go ask him a few things. Would you like to come?"
<Kotono> "Of course," Lekim says easily, "It's a great opportunity to learn more about that magic."
* Ebiris is now known as Sharm
<Moore> Moore nods. "How have you been in the last few days?" He stands and starts to fly again.
<Kotono> "Busy," he says, "I've been working on the same thing, trying to hammer out the last problems."
<Moore> "Perhaps we can work on that once all of this is resolved." He says with a smile. "Shall we?"
<Kotono> roll 1d100
<Kotono> OOC: I cast summon miko.
* Rei-chan has joined #dunes
<Kotono> OOC: I cast summon miko.
<Kotono> roll 1d100
<Rei-chan> 6,0Kotono rolled :6,0 1d100 --> 6,0[ 1d100=88 ]4,0{88}
<Moore> OOC: And that's the day Moore met a dragon in Hillmar.
<Kotono> The trip is unremarkable. Ilas DeLorian is found in his laboratory once more. A few hooded and robed wizards are inspecting everything about, while the ghost balefully watches them work. His gaze is chilling, the room far colder than the temperature outside.
<Moore> "They must be making this difficult for you to continue your work." Moore says with a smile and a hopefully friendly tone.
<Kotono> "Yes," The ghost says in a single word, eyeing Lekim coldly. "Who is this hanger on?"
<Kotono> "I'm no h-hanger on!" Lekim immediately matches that glare, before taking a step back, "I'm looking to learn from them, be a partner and even an apprentice."
<Kotono> "Same thing, a hanger on," Ilas says with an air of finality, "But it matters not. They have found what they needed to and only go through rote searches so that the results are unimpeachable."
<Moore> Moore tries to hide a small smile. "I actually wanted to ask you about that, Mister DeLorian. Do you intend to try and get a body back after all of this is over?"
<Kotono> As Lekim shrinks under that glare, "Perhaps. It may be needed for politics."
<Moore> Moore nods. "And what of the rest of your home? As you know, our original plan was to actually start to live here, but that was under different... ah... a different perspective. We don't want to simply try and barge in on you here if you don't wish us to be here, so I thought I would ask what you'd like us to do. I suppose Tamas may not need a dwelling, but... again, I would imagine you would be the one to be making the decisions for the DeLorians at this point?"
<Kotono> "Yes, and our agreement stands. You will be given rooms nad space here." The ghost says, "I will keep to my word, for a noble's word is his coin and livliehood."
<Moore> Moore shakes his head. "I'm not worried about your word, I want to ensure you're satisfied with the resolution of all the matters. I know we started off on the wrong foot so I want to make sure we can work in harmony with each other." Moore says with a smile. "So if there's anything we can do to help with that then please make sure you let us know."
<Kotono> The chill you get is deep, but the ghost nods. "Very well then, your point is understood."
<Moore> Moore nods with a smile. "Of course. Would you mind if Lekim and I took a look around outside of here? We didn't really have a chance to do so before -- ah, we won't take anything, of course."
<Kotono> "Go ahead," he says, "Avoid any rooms with closed doors."
<Moore> Moore nods. "We'll be back in a few days, most likely. Hopefully all of this matter is settled by then -- I can tell you're a stone's throw away from throwing them out!" Moore says with another smile before turning with Lekim to go poke around.
<Kotono> OOC: Okay, just getting an idea of the manor?
<Moore> OOC: Yes.
<Kotono> The manor's fairly nice, if a bit run down. Lots of what you'd expect - rooms, rich trappings, ect. The closed doors lead to labs, most likely, based on the design. It's a nice place, but could use a sprucing up.There be money involved, oh yeah.
<Moore> Moore casts a quick spell for some inspiration before he thinks about how much it might cost.
<Kotono> OOC: Appraise check.
<Moore> OOC: What's Appraise under? Wis?
<Moore> OOC: Int, okay.
<Moore> roll 1d20+9+5 Appraise
<Rei-chan> 6,0Moore rolled :6,0 1d20+9+5 1,0Appraise --> 6,0[ 1d20=3 ]4,0{17}
<Kotono> A couple thousand gold. Nothing impossible for a noble house, just some delayed upkeep and extra repairs on account of it.
<Moore> It's probably an easy enough matter of selling some of the assets, Moore thinks. He nods to himself. He will take a look around and see if anyone happened to leave anything important behind or around, perhaps a previous guest? You never know!
<Kotono> OOC: Perception.
<Moore> roll 1d20+14+5
<Rei-chan> 6,0Moore rolled :6,0 1d20+14+5 --> 6,0[ 1d20=13 ]4,0{32}
<Kotono> Nothing too notable. In fact, all the good stuff seems strangely absent. Like it's being held in laboratories or something.
<Moore> Moore nods. Well, it'll be an easy enough matter to go through it once he's in a better mood. "Oh, Lekim, would you care to go over something with me?" He takes out the musical score he had been given. "I think it might prove interesting."