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Harper's Tale - Sunday, September 16, 2001, 10:07 AM
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You descend to the ballroom.

Main Hall and Ballroom
The echoing space of the formal Ballroom is a mosaic of mosaics. The floor is covered with a precise and colorful ocean, slim pillars of smooth marble reaching up to support the balcony overhead. The low, flat ceiling decorated with bright golden-yellows and reds in a depiction of a partial eclipse of Rukbat. Beyond the cover of the balcony, the space rises in an airy arch far overhead, an ironwork window round over the gracefully curving marble staircase.
An elaborate mural lines the walls, stretching from the mosiac on the floor to the ceiling. One the 'northwall' and 'southwall' are portraits of some of Pern's influential Masterharpers. The 'eastwall' and 'westwall' show aspects of harper life.
Watching from a bit of artistically carved lintel are Dawnwind, Disaster, Chutza, Anuran, Kai, and Poseidon.
You see Leyte and Muff here.
Obvious exits:
Artist's Workshop Archive Vault Harper Office Harper Classroom Shainman Rehearsal Hall Great Hall Instrument Workshop Curving Stairways

Liesana stands in the middle of the ballroom, in the middle of a large pile of... stuff. A rolled-up tent pokes out of a pile of pillows and blankets, several satchels of clothing compete for floor space near her feet, and a large iron cauldron is stuffed full of various powders and plant extracts and inks and hides and other things to be used in her Archival activities. "Morning, Mynd!" she calls cheerily.

Mynd skips along down the stairs..oh yes, he's awake. He wakes up early on a regular basis..strange person. He stares at all the..stuff..though for a moment, then giggles, trailing his own pack of ..stuff... along with him. "Morning!"

Delilah walks down the curving staircase from the balcony hallway.

Liesana nods approvingly at Mynd's collection of stuff, before stopping to tally the large conglomeration of supplies at her toes. "Good, good... Are you sure you brought enough sweaters? Nights can be chilly if you're camping by the seaside. Delilah! Ready to get moving?" grins the journeywoman, thoroughly enjoying the organized chaos of getting a good-sized group ready for adventuring.

Liesana
Almond-shaped eyes of amber aspect glimmer brightly amidst fine and expressive features which show a clear and lively mind at work behind their every move. Crimson-pink lips reflect a vast and shifting range of emotions, from devillish mischief to rare pensive moods. The woman is petite, despite a medium stature of slightly over 16 hands, her weight comes more from trim muscle than any excess fat, for bursting activity ensures that she carries none. But she does lay claim to her share of feminine charms: wavy chestnut hair falls to the small of her back, outlining an hourglass figure with a well-formed, if small breast. Work is no stranger to her, nor good times: gitar-born callouses on her fingertips, and several old scars on her arms, hint that here is one who does nothing half-heartedly.
Peasant-styled shirt of eye-catching white flutters loosely about her form, fitting closely only at the cuffs, and where a grey cloth vest cinches it in, leaving the hourglass of her figure clearly visible. The vest sports a vee-cut front, so that the lacings of the peasant shirt are also visible. Black denim slacks fit closely, leaving no excess fabric to flap irritatingly, and the outfit is completed by leather boots, also dyed black, that reach to mid-calf and are equally suited for riding or walking. Her hair is gathered in a low runner's tail, and small earrings of onyx stone glitter on her ears. Perched comfortably on Liesana's head is Lu-nar, who peers back at you. Tail wrapped loosely around the neck of her human, Angelique perches on Liesana's right shoulder.
A double cord knot, blue and white, with a single loop and a long tail, indicate that the wearer is a Harper Journeyman.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Brown Leather Carrysack,  Chestnut-Wood Gitar
Lu-nar Angelique
You notice Liesana gazing upon your form.
Liesana is 22 Turns, 9 months, and 18 days old.

Delilah
Pale sunlight seems to form this petite harper, her pale blonde hair seems almost white, falling is airy feathery layers down to tickle the ends of her shoulder blades. Hair is swept back to reveal a narrow face with small, pixie-like features: a little snub of a nose, her chin narrowing into a little point, cheekbones rising in prominent slants, and pert bow lips that are rarely not turned up in a friendly smile. Her bright eyes, the color of pure unflawed emeralds, are wide, framed by light short lashes and set under slim curving brows, the color of fresh honey. Her deep green orbs often sparkle like the gems they resemble, full of good humor and joy, almost never darkened by anger. She wears friendlyness like some wear power, like a cloak, it almost seems to radiate from her.A light even tan, brought about from all her years living in the warmer parts of Pern, colors her skin, that streaches over her slim, but short self, her height not rising to much above five feet, maybe just an inch more, and it doesn't look like she plans on growing much more. Her left earlobe is pierced, and a thin silver hoop is clipped in the hole, glinting in almost any light, but otherwise hard to spot.
Draped on this girls lithe frame is a tunic of light spring green with short sleeves. A skirt of pale yellow swirls around her ankles, touching the tips of her polished black boots. Looped around her left ankle is a slim anklet of shells. Everyother shell is has a pale blue tint, the others are pure white. Around her neck hangs a necklace, a shell as a pendent. The shell is shiny and a light green that sets off her eyes, it's shaped into a tear drop and hangs loosly. Knotted in the cord above the shell are bits of smoothed, green sea glass. Resting proudly on her shoulder is a simple harper's knot showing that she's an apprentice of the Harper Hall. Perched on Delilah's shoulder is Brae, long tail curled around her neck.
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Carrying:
Del's Pack Brae
Del's Gitar
Delilah is 18 Turns and 14 days old.

Mynd
Drifting gentle in feather-soft tresses, pale hair bordering on white tumbles down from the head of this young man, who stands at around five feet and eight inches in height. Among the head of pale locks, a few streaks of a color almost bordering lavender reside. Someone's been into the dye lately? The feather strands fall down a gently sloping brow, meeting with equally pale eyebrows which reside above eyes a shade of blue-violet, changing slightly in the lighting, depending on bright or dark. Cheekbones are slightly high, prominent on delicately featured face, and a small nose resides in the center of his face, adding a touch of cuteness to almost feminine features. His hair reaches down just past his jawline, not yet brushing his shoulders, but getting there soon enough. Creamy skin coats this lad, evident of either a lot of time spent in doors, or that for some reason he just won't tan. His body is thin, bordering on bony, but toned musculature can be seen faintly in his arms and legs.
He wears a sleeveless tunic of light blue, the collar coming down slightly almost as if it were made for a woman to be wearing instead of a young man. The tunic is embroidered with one silver feather near the left shoulder. A belt holds up a pair of semi-tight tan pants, which are almost seem too long for him, as they nearly hide the black shoes he wears upon his feet. Perched on Mynd's shoulder is Mattaki. Sitting perfectly still on Mynd's shoulder, an example of complete balance and harmony, is Zen.
He wears a knot of Harper blue on his shoulder, woven into the status ranking of Apprentice.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for 6 minutes.
Carrying:
Dance the Stars,  Zen
Mattaki, Questions
Mynd is 15 Turns, 10 months, and 7 days old.

You notice Delilah gazing upon your form.

Mynd simply beams, quickly nodding again. "Oh, I'm sure." He goes about, poking at a few things with the toe of his shoe.

Delilah trots down the stairs, pack swung on her shoulder. She flashes a grin a the journeywoman, nodding an afirmative, "I am." she adds the verbal confirmation. "How soon are we leaving?" she asks with mild curiosity.

Liesana whips out a scrap of hide. Oh good Faranth, she's got a time-table... "Well, according to this, we should be all mustered by dawn, and ready to meet our ride about an hour after that. Give us an hour to load, fly, and unload again, and we should be ready to explore Windcrest by mid-morning. Unless we end up having to take a ship after all..." Liesana plainy preferring dragons as a means of transport. Much faster. And much cooler.

Oh yes. We don't want to see Mynd on a ship. That won't be a very pretty sight, although he may yet turn a very lovely shade of green. The boy makes a tiny face at the mention of that means of transportation, and just nods at what Liesana has to say. "Yeah, I want to start as soon as possible..." Well, his enthusiasm has shot up about this since before..

Delilah nods, smiling cheerfully. She doesn't even wince at the mention of dawn. She doesn't mind being up at this hour? Apparently not. "Sounds good." she says brightly. Unlike Mynd, she has nothing against ships. But then, considering who this is, she'd probably be fine with walking there.

Liesana grins. "Ships are fun, and sailors are often pretty cute, but they /do/ take a while to get where we want them, Del. ALthough..." she muses. "I recall Mirella saying that the harbour was broken down, and ships couldn't be moored yet." Assuring herself that her bags are indeed in order, she settles down atop one of them. "So, what do you two hope to be doing while we're there?"

Relief. No ships. Yaaay. Mynd hms a moment and finally decides to set his small pack down with the other stuff before looking again at Liesana, smile touching on thin lips. "Well..." He's still not too sure what all he'll have to be doing. "I guess do whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing..and maybe try to write a little.."

Delilah nods at the journeywomans words with a little smile. "That's true...really?" She nods faintly before shrugging, "Whatever I'm told to do first and then...learn what I can and," with a crooked smile, "practice my song writing." Nope, still can't get that down. "I'm hoping there'll be inspiration there."

Lionel walks in.

Liesana grins. "If what Mirella was saying holds true, I think there'll be plenty of inspiration to be found. She was almost waxing lyrical about it." To Liesana, if a 'phincrafter is waxing poetic, the place has got to be good." An exteremly cheerful wave to the arriving Lionel. She's excited, yes, but also severely sleep-deprived. Gotta love /that/ combination. "Good morning there, sleepy head! Got your bags packed and ready to go?"

Lionel
Easily measuring up to 6'0 in height, Lionel is a tall and lanky man. With a moderate build and a lean figure, he is well suited to his lanky frame. His dark, black hair is short and straight, contrasting with his tall features. His brillant hazel eyes shift from a light brown to a soft sea-green, gleaming with intelligence from his tan face. His rich, soft tenor voice seems to fit perfectly with the manner of his speech.
Lionel wears a pair of black leather boots. He wears a loose black tunic and a pair of wherhide pants. Around his waist, he wears a black belt with a silver buckle, on it is a design of a firelizard. Lionel has sheathed his Sword. Perched on Lionel's shoulder is Aki. Perched on Lionel's shoulder is Moony. Perched on Lionel's shoulder is Aries.
About his finger is a shiny wooden ring, decorated with small firelizards.
Lionel wears the knot of a Harper Senior Apprentice.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for 2 minutes.
Carrying:
Sword, White blanket
Rucksack, Aki
Lionel's Violin, Moony
Wooden Ring, Aries
Lionel is 22 Turns, 5 months, and 1 day old.

Lionel nods to Liesana and shrugs, "I've been ready. When are we leaving anyways?"

Mynd turns his head a bit to peer towards Lionel, a tiny grin given along with a giggle. "Soon, hopefully."

Delilah turns to grin a greeting to Lionel, along with a little nod. "Soon I think." is her responce, just after Mynds.

Liesana re-settles on her Heap of Stuff with a smile. "What they said... I'm just waiting for word from either Mirella, Utoxin, or the dragonrider who's supposed to pick us up." Although with the amount of material Liesana's toting, they might just need two. "We've just been discussing what we're hoping to get out of the trip. What about you?" She motions to one of her piles of things, this one a soft, comfortable one made of pillows, blankets, and an aid kit.

Delilah glances around before taking a seat on the edge of one of the ballrooms benches. After a few moments of silence she directs a question at Liesana, "How long're we supposed to be there again? I think I heard at one point, but I can't remember."

Mynd has disconnected.
Mynd yawns sleepily, eyelids drooping, before he leans up against the closest person to him, and promptly falls asleep.

Delilah nods a little, followed by a cheerful, "Alright." before falling silent.

Liesana chuckles. "Guess we've said all that needs to be said, on the topic of departure, and our ride still isn't here... We can start a game of twenty-questions. Or, maybe you could both tell me how far you've gotten in Archives techniques. Just so I know where to put you, after all."

Delilah glances up from inspecting the strap on her pack, saying quietly, "Mostly copying and sorting. Just basic work like that, nothing much."

Liesana grins. "For the most part, that will stand you in good stead. This little excursion involves something more, however. We're going to be doing repair and recovery of a library full of books that have been left to the elements. Which involves lots of horrifically smelly pastes and glues and laquers. And they stay for quite a while, so you can dump some on someone you're mad at..." Not that Liesana is condining pranks or anything...

Delilah nods faintly, not even wrinkling her nose at the descriptions of the pastes and glues. She smiles at the last part, before asking quietly, "What sort of books are there? All subjects? Do you know?"

Harsha walks with a graceful step down the curving staircase from the balcony hallway.
Harsha walks with a graceful step to the Great Hall.

Liesana grins. "I really haven't the faintest idea... The dolphincrafters didn't dare to touch them, they were in such bad shape. All we know is that they're at least 200 turns old..." The mystery clearly intrigues her. "Ah, Harsha Good day, and ready to head out?"

Harsha walks with a graceful step in through an arch from the great hall.

Liesana grins. "I really haven't the faintest idea... The dolphincrafters didn't dare to touch them, they were in such bad shape. All we know is that they're at least 200 turns old..." The mystery clearly intrigues her. "Ah, Harsha Good day, and ready to head out?" *repose for Harsha*

Harsha walks in with a fresh mug of klah, but its almost gone, and Harsha seems wide awake now. Not like when she came through before almost stumbling on stairs. Yes, awake now. A wave goes to everyone present and a smile.

Delilah grins at Harsha, returning the wave with a little nod, "'Lo." she greets pleasently. She nods at Liesana, looking impressed, "200 turns? Wow...they should be interesting."

Harsha beams softly, "Of course I am." she finishes off her mug and smiles, "I just have to grab my stuff from my room. When are we leaving?"

Liesana grins. "As soon as we get word from either Mirella or the Weyr about a ride for us... She /was/ going to organize it, but I may have to get firelizards scurrying myself. We /will/ be leaving today. At some point!" A chuckle. Her schedule will /not/ be rendered useless.

Harsha blinks, well they don't appear to be leaving just yet, "I'm starving. I'm going to go grab some breakfast at the Mug...would anyone care to join me?" she smiles.

Lionel grins and nods, "Yeah, I am too. I'll tag along then. Hey, have you ever tried Benden?"

Harsha cocks her head to one side with a smile, "Benden??...no.."
Harsha walks with a graceful step to the Great Hall.

Lionel pads in happily with a friendly harper smile to the Great Hall.

Liesana is rather intently scribbling away at one of her infamous blue-edged message hides, the third in a series that's been fired off with various firelizards. "Hey! Take it easy on the Benden!"she calls to the departing apps.

**travel spam**

Ista Hold Main Courtyard
Built into the side of a hard granite cliff, Ista Hold looms dominantly to the west. Windows pock the smooth surface of the cliff in neat rows until they get closer to the ground, where they begin to frame the great bronze doors leading into the Hold itself. A sea breeze seems constantly in the air here as the ocean and the wharf lay but dragonlengths to the east. Beaches are scattered to the north, recreational areas for the Hold's residents when not working.
It is a winter before dawn.
Perched on a windowsill are Sofia, Ruhig, Quelm, Sprite, Ajit, Milo, Fisher, and Touga.
Brown Hoth is here.
You see Gossip Drudge Melba, Alesa's Hammock, SeaCliffs Trader Wagon, Invisible, Spare Hammock, Trader Box, Jokes Wanted! Sign, and Cold War here.
Kiriya and Elgin are here.
Obvious exits:
Ista Hold Dock, Main Beach, Great Doors, Guard Office, Stables, Rooms, Trader Courtyard
You walk down a few steps into the courtyard.
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Above, Elbareth glides gracefully down to the Courtyard.
Elbareth glides gracefully down and settles in the Courtyard.

Harsha walks with a graceful step down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

Sergeanth wings in neatly, his motled brown hide shifting slightly in a trick of the light. D'rill, a stocky individual with a precise military gait slides off. "I was informed that someone was in need of a ride?" His tone is crsp and professional.

Lionel pads in happily with a friendly harper smile down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

Elgin walks with a large confident stride up a few small steps and passes into the Hold through the great doors.

From Elbareth's neck, Sergeanth and D'rill* are my standard NPC's. *grins*

Cerulean blinks in from ::between::!

Liesana is delightedly participating in ordering the chaos of departure, beckoning drudges with satchels to one side, drudges with supplies to another, and apprentices front and center as the large mass of Sergeath settles to rest in the courtyard. "My thanks to you, Rider... Your assistance in this little endeavour is greatly appreciated."

Kendrala silently strides down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.
Kendrala calls to Cerulean, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

From Seargenth's neck, D'rill quirks a smile at Liesana. "No problem. It is, after all, a part of my job, Now if you and your companions will mount up, we can get underway."

Kiriya grins. "Hey, Kendrala! How are you?" An acknowledging nod is given to Sergeath, D'rill, and Liesana. "All's well, I hope?"

Kendrala walks with casual grace to join her friend. "Fine, and you?

Harsha waits quietly for orders from Liesana.

Kendrala nods her head at the others gathered in the courtyard, obviously focused on their activities.

Delilah follows the harper group out into the courtyard, sticking to the main group of apprentices, waiting for instructions from the journeywoman.

Kendrala says, "Busy here, today! What are you up to this fine morning. Seems strange to be out and about so early."

Kiriya raises her eyebrow. Lots of harpers. "Yup. I have a strange tendency to wake up early. No wonder 'Suko says I'm constantly caffeine-high, almost /perpetually/."

Kendrala tugs her jacket closer to her body, feeling the chill of the air, given that she has not broken her nightly fast as yet.

Liesana nods to D'rill, and beckons the apprentices forwards. "Allright... everyone take their satchel of clothes with them, and we'll need the tent, the aid kit, and my cauldron for sure. The extra blankets can wait until we see if we're not over-loading brave Sergeath here..." A glance at D'rill. She'll be needing his input on that account. "Right. Okay, now we'll be loading up, those of you more familiar with dragons, we'll put you up first, alright?" A grin at Kenrala and her fellow healer. Just some Harpers off adventuring

Kerali slowly meanders down some steps which lead to the great doors and the Hold.

Harsha smiles and grabs her satchel, she's been on dragons before, not really familiar but who is besides riders? She walks up confidently to the dragon, gives it a pat.

Sergeath snorts at this idea, he's a big brown. D'rill laughs. "He says he doesn't think even together you could come close to over loading him. We've pulled suply runs. I'll strap the blankets to his sides."

Kendrala waves to Liesana, happy that she was recognized after all this time.

Harsha swings up between two of Seargenth's neckridges stiring a faint gleam of silver faerie dust.

Kerali walks into the courtyard, eyes widening at the crowd. Whoa..lots of folks here today! She waves towards Kendrala and Kiriya, and makes her way towards the fellow Sr. Appies. "Hey...what's going on here?" She admires the green dragon..whom she thinks she recognizes.

Lionel takes his own belongings, plus a bottle or two of his reserves and follows up after Harsha, he's been on plenty of dragons before..*whistles*

Lionel swings up between two of Seargenth's neckridges stiring a faint gleam of silver faerie dust.

Delilah swings her pack onto her shoulder, and goes up near the end of the group. She's not afraid of dragons, but shes not all that familiar with them.

Delilah swings up between two of Seargenth's neckridges stiring a faint gleam of silver faerie dust.

Kendrala is connect to watch the activities going on in the courtyard. It is not often that she gets to observe the great dragons and their riders. She holds these lifemates in the highest regard.
Kerali puts on her knot.

Kiriya gives her friends Kendrala and Kerali a short hug, and smiles up at the apprentices mounting the brown dragon. "Betweening, are you? Watch out, it's /really/ cold." Yes, she's been ::between:: before, and yes, it's /really/ cold. "Liesana, where are you going anyway?"

D'rill nods to the new arrival. "Just a transport run." He tells the apprentice, swinging up onto the neck of brown Sergeanth himself. He turns to Liesana, "any more, ma'am or is this all of them?"

Liesana is fairly confident around dragonkind. Or at least she's past the 'Dear Faranth, it's going to squish me!' stage. And she's got apprentices to settle, so she'll stay on the ground to the end. A grin at the brown. "I should have known better than to doubt you, Sergeath. What are a few pillows to a dragon, after all." Meanwhile, she's been passing the aforementioned things along to D'rill. Hands now empty, she grabs at the straps and hauls her way up. Efficiantly, if not very gracefully. A smile "Nope. So far we've got them all accounted for. Again, my thanks to you."

You clamber up Seargenth's neck and set yourself between two neckridges.

D'rill smiles to Liesana, all gear stowed, he starts checking strapps. He's got the multiple rig on sergeanth designed for passangers and he starts strapping them in. He nods in approval of Liesana's efficiency. "All secure?" H e checkes with his passangers, never mind he knows they are.

Liesana nods. "Aye, sir, that we are." She is, at least. And so are the others. And hopefully Lionel won't lose the wine bottles ::between::. No greater tragedy than that, for Harpers, after all.

D'rill nods and grins, "Then we're away!" And he signals to Sergeanth, who bunches and then leaps into the air, not quite as smooth as his normal take off, but hey, different circumstances require different methods of take off.

You take off.

Above Ista Hold
You wing your way over the Ista Hold complex. Below, the main hold's wide courtyard faces east, over the ocean. Just north of that lies the Hold's main beach, the white sands often crowded with holders enjoying the sun and surf. Turquoise waters from the hold cove roll up to lap on the shore. Just inland from the main beach are the Hold's main gather meadow and racetracks.
It is a winter before dawn.
In the courtyard, you see Hoth and three people.
Gliding around is Deathbycow.
Obvious exits:
Courtyard North Valley Beach Gather Grounds Fire Heights Gather Square Land's End
Ista Sea Hall Shallows Docks Sea

**A Short Jump ::Between::**

Windcrest Island Beach
This small strip of white sand and gravel rock is barely wide enough for a dragon to land. It is sandwiched between the vast ocean and a large outcropping of rock foothills that end abrubtly at the foot of a large cliff. The cliff face at this point is relatively sheer, but to the west it appears that the rocky outcroppings graduate down to more climbable level. During high tides this beach could be very dangerous as ocean waves crash up against the rocks and cliff-base.
It is a winter before dawn.
To the northeast, you see Catiminith.
You see Kaibana here.
Obvious exits:
Courtyard Shallows

Sergeanth wings in, his landing much neater than his take off. "Here we are, ma'am. Let a rider know when you want to come back. Thread's not due her for a day or so, but still..." He leaves the warning there.

Liesana, attempting to play the mature, solemn, and completely organized Journeywoman Of The Harpercraft, still has a decidedly childlike grin on her face as the big brown wings downwards. One which vanishes in an attentive nod at D'rill. "Yes... Indeed, I'll be sure to be in touch..." The dolphincrafters may have set up shelter, but it's always better to be safe than sorry. Starting to unfasten her belt, she nods again, this time with a smile as she dismounts. "My thanks and that of my Craft to you, D'rill and Sergeanth."

You slide gently down Sergeanth's neck and land with a soft thud.

From Seargenth's neck, Harsha smiles to D'rill, "Thanks for the ride." But she is too eager to be off exploring to hang around for long.
Harsha slipps from between two of Seargenth's forest and silver ridges carying with them a faint tinge of faerie dust.

From Seargenth's neck, Delilah smiles faintly as she unbuckles herself from the straps, "Thank you sir." she says quietly before slipping to the ground.
Delilah slipps from between two of Seargenth's forest and silver ridges carying with them a faint tinge of faerie dust.

From Seargenth's neck, Lionel grins and nods to D'rill, "Thanks for the ride too, was great." He makes sure to get his prized stuff and dismounts.
Lionel slipps from between two of Seargenth's forest and silver ridges carying with them a faint tinge of faerie dust.

Liesana is busily scurrying around the piles of Stuff now, checking to see that none of her inks or hides or other archival-type things have vanished /between/. She still manages to stand and give a parting wave to the vanishing Sergeanth, before returning to the business at hand. "Well.." she intones, barely hiding a grin. "Here we are. Welcome to Windcrest Island. Now, I'm going to let you all off to explore in a minute." And she'll no doubt be joining them. "But first let's relocate to the Courtyard, shall we? Get the tents up, and the gear stowed, and then we'll break until lunch." And with that, she heads off to the courtyard

Crumbling Courtyard
The crumbling gates of an ancient hold rise in the sheer cliff face, blocked partially by fallen rocks and encroaching growth. The thick iron of the heavy doors has rusted almost beyond recognition, warping them until they are slightly ajar. Laid into the ground is a pattern of colored stone, cracked and chipped. However, it still shows, in vivid colors, a blue dragon in flight, with a jet of flame shooting from its mouth. Large pieces of cracked stone lie about the gates, many of them home to curious unimpressed firelizards.
On the other side of the courtyard, almost hidden by the majesty of the great gates, is a low, squat building, covered in vines and blocked by rubble.
It is a winter before dawn.
To the southwest, you see three people.
On the perch is Genisis.
Obvious exits:
Great Hall Beach Archive Hall

Harsha walks with a graceful step from the beach, a long FALL below.
Lionel pads in happily with a friendly harper smile from the beach, a long FALL below.
Delilah walks from the beach, a long FALL below.

Liesana stands in the middle of the courtyard, taking in the sight of the ancient and ruined building, tents bags lying unheeded around her feet. "Wow..." is all the journeyman can muster, a quiet sound in the middle of the open space.

Harsha peers off in several directions wondering which way she will go first, hopefully she will get away from the main crowd while out exploring.

Delilah follows the group, emerald eyes wide and awed as she looks slowly about the courtyard. "It's amazing..." she says in a hushed tone, as seems appropriate for such a place.

Harsha notices Liesana turn her back and grins to Lionel, gaze asking if he wants to go explore with her, she would be happy to go alone, but always nice to have a friend. Delilah gets the same look when Harsha is sure it is safe too.

Lionel hmms and smiles at Harsha, "I'll set up here for awhile, Harsha. Go ahead and explore a little and tell me if you find anything interesting, okay?" ;>

Harsha whispers to Delilah, "Want to come?" behind Liesana.

Delilah smiles faintly at Harsha, "Sure." she accepts, smile widening a little. "Which way though?" she asks, peering around, still wide eyed.

Liesana shakes herself visibly, and returns from her reverie. "Right... Setting up. I'll give you a hand with that, Lionel. And Harsha, Delilah, can you stick together? This can be a dangerous place, the ruins." Enforced togetherness, Yay!. And with that ultimatum delivered, she settles down to setting up tents.

Harsha takes control without a word.
Harsha walks with a graceful step to the Great Hall.

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