h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*The High Lord returns wearing his black robes. He is ready for work.*


Right then, going to go see how Ignatius is doing. If anyone needs me, I'll be running around the city and guildhall, so send me a mind message if you need me right away.


*The High Lord, takes his leave heading for the stables.*

I am /not/ currently contemplating illegal illusion Lady Tias, and I do /not/ care to elaborate.

*now that the high lord has gone she goes to Aaylia and lowers her voice*

My personal affairs, my business with Lord /Lycan/, is nothing to do with you, we have already astablished that.

*lowers her voice as well*

Lady Pawel, I'm sure he would like to know WHAT it was you were considering doing TO him, even if it wasn't an /illegal/ illusion.

Well lucky I wasn't considering it, hmm? *her whole body looks absolutely tense, the muscles straining at each other, fighting to keep still*

*voice lowers even further to a dark whisper*

You sure?

*her voice lowers even further, near inaudible*

Yes, you see unlike anyone you or anyone else around here, I have a relationship with him, and therefore a loyalty that I would not compromise.

*lowers her voice to the same level*

What are you doing with a scroll of how to make him do what you want, then?

*leaves room*

*Elandra shuts her eyes, her fists clenching so hard that the knuckles turn white, nd when she finally forces them open the dents in her hands have spots of blood in them*

*Takes the parchment back*

Suit yourself Elandra, but if you'd bothered to read the parchment you'd have seen that there was no magic involved, it is pure pleasure which I'm sure Lord Lycan is not getting a lot of if you treat him like you treat Lady Tias and myself

*Turns to leave*

You need to lean to touch pleasure when it comes your way and not treat it like an inconveiniance

*waits patiently*

*Leaves*

*Elandra takes deep breaths, and slowly seems calmer*

Now, I apologise for that Lans...let us go back to the Smithying chamber, hmm?

*gives salute with two fingers and follows*

*leaves*

*Heads over to the Great Library to learn about stream magick and possibly what he saw after the battle.*

*enters and looks for someone of medical ability*

*a medic walks over*
healer: what is the mater lord?

Please *holds up hand* call me Lans. The lord title has no use for me. Nor me for it.


Could you help me rid myself of the drain I feel having just done a minor enchanment? Also my ribs are burning from training.