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Date Posted: 10:22:02 11/02/01 Fri
Author: Ravin and co.
Subject: A little battle with dinner
In reply to: Sarra (and a little Kandarin) 's message, "new faces" on 20:45:24 11/01/01 Thu

Through the haze of fatigue that clouded his mind, Marz tired to figure out why Tristan fled from the table. Perhaps he was ticked off about the way he kept teasing Jeremy. When another yawn made his eyes water, he drank more java, wondering why the stuff wasn't making him hyper like it usually did.

His weary eyes glanced at the other members of their party when they entered the room then he turned his thoughts back to Tristan. Didn't he mumble something about not feeling so good? Marz moved closer to Eremis, squinting his eyes to read the small book sitting on the table before the healer. From what he could make out, it seemed to be a listing of herbs and their uses. "I think Tris is sick," he said, nudging the blue-eyed youth. "He probably went to the privy and you should go check on him!"

Eremis had been so busy memorizing the herbs from his book that he was unaware of what transpired at the table. When he took a look around, he saw Erlic heading toward the kitchen just as a dark-haired woman entered to sit beside Ravin. When did Ravin get here? He was about to ask himself the same question about Tia, Rowan, and Laurel but jumped instead when Marz jabbed him in the ribs. "Go see if Tris is all right!" the ex-gang leader hissed.


Jeremy made a face at Tristan when he burst into the privy and shoved him aside. He was about to say something nasty but held his tongue when the dragon started to throw up.

"Get out," Tristan whispered a short time later.

The otherworldly youth felt his temper flare. "I was about to leave anyway dude, because you're grossing me out with that heaving your guts out shit!" Jeremy spun on his heels and stormed out of the privy, slamming the door behind him. He nearly bumped into Eremis in his rush to get back to the dinning room.

With his medicine bag in hand, Eremis entered the privy. "Tell me exactly how you feel," he said to Tristan. "Once I know your symptoms, I'll have a better idea of how to treat them."

Since Jeremy only had eyes for Marz at the moment, he paid no attention to the others in the dining room. Grinning like an idiot, he sat down beside Marz and boldly placed his hand on his knee beneath the table. The ex-gang leader glanced at the youth then rubbed his eyes. He was too raking weary for any more games of teasing right now.


Ravin nodded when Erlic asked him to keep a wary eye on things before he walked off toward the kitchen. A slow smile spread across his mouth when Sarra entered at that moment, slipping into the chair recently vacated by the guildmaster.

"Thanks, by the way, " she whispered, leaning closer to him. "I didn't get a chance to say it back there, but it meant a lot to me for you to stand up for me."

"Thanking me isn't necessary, Sarra," he told her. "I only spoke the truth. I trust you explicitly, and somehow know in my heart that you're not a cold-blooded killer."

When Sarra reached for the java pot, Ravin gently took hold of her wrist and shook his head when she looked at him. "Don't eat or drink anything yet." With that said, he released his grip then nodded at the mercenary whose face was now lying sideways in a dish of pie. "The food might be drugged." He gave her a whispered, rushed explanation of seeing the zombies talking before finding members of their party at the table either sick or lethargic.

Ravin was about to tell her that Erlic received word from someone about danger lurking around the palace this evening when a loud commotion coming from the kitchen averted his attention. "Erlic might be in trouble," he muttered, getting to his feet and quickly limping toward the adjoining room.

In less than a second, Ravin sized up the situation in the large kitchen. His throwing knife sliced through the air, sinking into the skull of a zombie that was readying a dagger to toss at Erlic.

A number of zombies entered the dining room just then. When one caught sight of the proceedings going on in the kitchen through the opened doorway, he let out a shout. "THEY KNOW ABOUT US! KILL THEM ALL!" The fake zombies threw off their cloaks, withdrew their weapons and rushed at the humans by the dinner table.

The shout alerted the thieves in the kitchen and Ravin turned in time to see a zombie lunging at him. Immediately, he dove out of the way of the axe that came swinging toward his neck. When he got to his feet, he had a throwing knife in one hand and his sword in the other. Before he could toss the knife, two shurikens flew past him, digging deeply into the fake zombie's eyes. As it fell to its death, Ravin gave Erlic a quick salute then hurried into the dinning room to aid in the massive battle that was underway.

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