Where is our Home Stone??

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February 2012

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Feb 14 - Valentine's Day

[Carin McBride]

I may be yelled at for this quistion I know *sighs* but I have no clue what so ever in what or what not so here we go.
Do we have our Home Stone?

[Xaz Elephas]

It's still in the cave.   

[Koh Gausman]

yes, treve DOES have a homestone.......its just not where it SHOULD be.

[Xaz Elephas]

yes, treve DOES have a homestone.......its just not where it SHOULD be.

*picks up a stick and the Treve Homestone, hitting it with the stick at koh.* Good catch, Killer... Batter-up!  Gorean Stick  homestone Ball, new sport.

[Koh Gausman]

*looks at it and then loses intrest in it and pitches it over his shoulder, inadvertantly letting it land in the waters just below the cliffs*

[Carter Ebbage]

quietly and little sullenly he replies "Ermmm I gave it to somebody to look after, have it cleaned and dusted, I just havent had the time to find the man to get it back ahem"

the guy who has it has had major RL issues.. hasnt been around for 4-5 weeks. We could RP getting it back in his absence, but felt it might be worth waiting for and see what IC plan he had .. perhaps blackmail, overthrow of the Ubar for being a dumbo...dont know.

[Lilith Illyar]

*... stands at the water's edge... staring at the surface and lost in thought until the stone splits the surface.  Dark crimson locks drip onto her soaked clothing... her mood suddenly matching that of her black cloak.  Curses and oaths of Odin's wrath fill the air.  Wading into the edge of the water, her boots and clothing unable to be much more damp, she retrieves the weighty stone.  Her arm draws back... preparing to lob it back in the direction it came... until... "Mmm... this looks like..." 
Her eyes flash... scanning the area, and then the drop-in visitor is tucked away under the cloak as she strolls away nonchalantly.*   

[Dracosilverwing Allen]

~he smiled his hips swaying back and forth as he walked past lillith. A skilled hand slips into the cape taking the rock. The missing weight was noticed and he ran for the hills seeing lillith look at him. The rock was well in his grasp now.~

[Mona Nieuport]

LOL....jesus it's like football. 

*blows her whistle at Draco and yells, "OFF-SIDES"    

[Lilith Illyar]

...feels the weight of the stone lifted and turns to the see the blacksmith sprinting away.  "That son of a ...", she mutters, then utters a piercing whistle.  A shadow is cast over the field as the dark mass spirals lower in the heavens until the flap of the great wings whip her hair and cloak with a fury.
With a forward motion of her hand, the command "HUNT!" is shouted to the pitch black tarn...

[Dracosilverwing Allen]

~He looked back hearing the tarn wings~OHHHH SHIT!~he ran into secret entrance of the city climbing into the city. He lunges through the wall just in time to be missed by the claws looking down at His shredded kilt~Damnit I liked this kilt.~he then jumped to His feet running to the tower just beside the entrance climbing the tower.~He heard the tarns wings flapping trying to find Him. He reached the top looking down. He manned the balista shooting down at the tarn watching it hit the tarns right wing. He saw the tarn fall with a loud "SCREEEECH!" watching it squirm on the ground with a sigh of relief.~

[Lilith Illyar]

... watches the race between the man and bird... the jerk of a smile at the edge of her lips as his voice faintly reaches her.  A soft curse is uttered to Odin when she observes the claws miss their mark... well, almost... but the male gets away.

Moments later the tarn is flopping about on the ground.  "I lose the most tarns that way...", she steps forward, her daggers unsheathed, "I guess I know what's for dinner..."