[Story] It's a Steampunk Revolution: Darix

[LuEngel]

She chuckles: "In my husband's case, it seems to only be animals. Why, do you share a similar problem?"

[Gecko]

"Not myself, no. I was just a bit curious."

[Incendia]

Dice Roll:

d20

16

Dice Roll:

d20

6

Perception check on Rodilokk

[LuEngel]

"Ah, yes, well, I'd be careful with your curiousity. You'll find that it can lead to destruction as often as it leads to desctruction."

She pats his arm.

Do Not Concern Yourselves With This Roll

Dice Roll:

d20

19

[LuEngel]

Astrid can tell that there's something strange about this couple, but they do not seem to share her weirdness magnet.

As for Fëanor: he falls to the ground, caught in the midst of a vision.

[QueerSpaceWitch]

Zuri eyes the couple, feeling slightly suspicious of them, but remains quiet.

[LuEngel]

Rodolikk wraggles his eyebrows at Zuri when he notices her gaze, but fairly quickly goes back to serving drinks.

[QueerSpaceWitch]

Zuri huffs a laugh and continues to preen her feathers, keeping an eye on the rest of the patrons and the couple from the corner of her eye.

[Incendia]

Astrid walks back over to the table and sits across from Zuri saying, "They have a couple of rooms ready for our group to share whenever you would like to go and clean your wounds."

She eyes her feathers, wondering what her protocol is for the consumption of other winged creatures. "Oh, and if Bartholomew offers you some of the poultry dish that he is preparing, I would recommend politely refusing."

[QueerSpaceWitch]

Zuri attempts to stand up once again, with only a little more success than the previous try. "At this point you could offer me a grub infested shoe and I would probably take a sniff at it. I'm sure whatever morsel the boy makes will suffice for right now. But, in the meantime, I would like to clean my wings off so they're at least ready to fly should we need to make a hasty exit. There's something about those two that puts me on edge."

[Gecko]

After what seemed like an eternity, Fëanor woke from his vision with a shout, rattled to the core of his being. He immediately tried to grasp what he had seen, cherishing the strange and sudden gift, but shuddering at what he had been shown.

Then he noticed his position on the ground, and quickly gathered himself up from the floor, still shaking heavily from the experience. From the expression on his face, it was easy to tell he was terrified, concerned, and confused by what had just happened.

[Mallen]

Elara gets up from her barstool and nervously helps Feanor up and seats him at a stool. “Um, are you alright? You seem to have just...tripped?”

[Achylleus]

How is the cooking going for Bartholomew?

[LuEngel]

The adolescent albatross is coming along quite well with Roueguess' help. It's nice and crispy on the outside and still soft and tender inside.

Roueguess: "That should about do it...do you want gravy with it?"

[Achylleus]

He licks his lips. "Yes." (Truthfully he probabaly would habe eaten it raw, but thought it impolite)