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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>It is quiet in the cloisters behind the Church. The calm air and wet gardens feel clean after the storm earlier in the day and a few acolytes of the Creator Church can be seen pulling weeds and tending to the gardens in the fading evening light. A small path leads up to a small house, one of several scattered around the lovely gardens.
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		+	The priestess Memna leads the way down the path. "I don't know why he insisted on calling in the Freeswords!" the matronly little black bear chatters as she walks, "But the poor dears won't tell me what the matter is! Perhaps you can do better." The round little priestess stops before the door and looks over the gathered Freeswords.<br> <br>Cassidy follows along after the bear, reaching up to adjust her top hat as she arrives outside the house. "Well, I do hope it's nothing too serious, hmm? I am just as surprised, though." She taps the chin of her mask and turns towards the door, waiting quietly.<br> <br>Thelergramor follows along after them, wondering what the problem is. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we can handle it. Probably." He glances around, not sounding overly concerned with what they require of him.<br> <br>Natska pads along just behind Memna's flank, on the other side of the priestess from Cassidy, eyes scanning the cloister grounds.  "Mmhm.  You don't post a flyer for an emergency," she agrees.  "Have there been many crowds by, Priestess?"<br> <br>Technetium looks at the Priestess, noting small things. She coughs slightly, and peers around at the others. The clasps on her cloak have been shielded with a cover, appearing to outsiders like a plain, silver button. "What's going on? That flyer was hardly legible." She says, recalling it. "We really only knew how to get here."<br> <br>Angus adjusts the brim of his hat as he follows after the priestess, remaining silent as he allows his eyes to wander around the garden to study the acolytes tending to the plants. He was curious himself as to why the request was so illegable, that's what they were here to do anyway, as a hand drifts to rest on the grip of the hammer hanging from his side.<br> <br>Memna smiles at Natska. "No, dearie," she says, "Most folks never come back here. It was sort of a ceremonial home for the Creators, and now it serves as an actual home for our visitors." She looks at the others and nods. "I'm sure they will tell you what they need," she says, "Just be kind to them." She turns to tap gently on the door.
		+	There is a moment of quiet, then the door opens just a crack. "Who?" comes a soft male voice from within.
		+	"It's me, deary," says Memna gently, "These Freeswords you asked for are here to see you."      he door swings open to reveal a thin, white furred, and totally nude rabbit being. "This one, thank Memna," he says haltingly, crossing his arms over his chest and bowing to the little matron. "Please," he says to the rest, "go in." The strange rabbit steps backward down the hall, making way for the Freeswords to enter.<br> <br>Cassidy glances around, giving a nod to Thel, Natska, and Angus, the most familiar of the group to her. "Hello, friends, cousin. Let us see what is the matter, yes," She turns and moves into the house, setting her gloved hands in her coat pockets, making casual note of... Something most odd. Odd indeed. She decides not to question it, though. What she does ask, is, "What have you requested us for? Is something the matter?"<br> <br>Thelergramor nods back to Cassidy, acknowledges the rest. He enters the house, grumbling something about how if their arrival was expected, the rabbit should be wearing pants. Thel paces slightly, glancing about the room, noting any valuables around. He shakes off his thoughts of larceny, "Right, what do you need from us?"<br> <br>The jaguar dips her head to Memna as she passes, murmuring her thanks, then enters the house.  She remains quiet, since her fellow Freeswords seem to have the questioning handled for now and she finds simply observing to be interesting enough for now.<br> <br>Technetium slides into the room noting the rabbit and the womans look at him, including his (or her? Gender pronouns don't work easy in this case) lack of, well, parts, fleetingly, and leans onto a wall, looking around at the room and at the others in the room. She coughs a bit, and asks. "Here we are. What do you require?" casually.<br> <br>Angus narrows his eyes a bit as he steps in, eyes shifting a little cautiously as he hooks a thumb into his weapons belt. Tail twitching as he yawns softly, trying to keep it silenty as he keeps his gaze drifts to study, waiting for the bunnys response to their questions.<br> <br>The inside of the bungalow is quite cosy. While it is by no means extravagant, it is still very nice by the standards of most beings. Rather like a summer beach home for a wealthy merchant, or a minor noble. The only furniture is a low dining table, but the floor is scattered with patterned rugs and a plethora of large, soft pillows for sitting on. Three doorways branch off this main room, while one corner of the room is marked off by a folding screen for food preparation. The dining table is currently buried under a number of small parcels.
		+	"Yes," says the rabbit, "This one, Hedge. This one want help." He wrings his thin hands together. "Memna say, Freezord help," he struggles through the words, "You help Hedge?" He looks at the group nervously, then goes to the parcels on the table, unwrapping them to reveal various fruits, vegetables and other foods and cooking supplies. "This one wish making food for Memna," he says, a pink flush rising into his large ears, "But this one not cooking." Hedge frowns at the little kitchen area. "Cook is hard in this place," he says with a sigh, "Not like home."<br> <br>Cassidy tilts her head before offering a smile behind the mask. "Ah, cooking? Well, I would be happy to help you cook, yes. Not the usual Freesword assignment, but... I like to think I am a fairly good cook, so I would be more than happy to help you."<br> <br>Thelergramor rubs the back of his neck at the request to help cook. "Cooking? I'll help but it probably won't go well." Thel looks over the fruits, vegetables and such, not having any idea what to do with such things. He waits for the others to figure that out, leaning against a wall.<br> <br>Natska grins.  "Oooh.  Yea, I see."  Her tone is cheerfull and her ears tilt forward as her tail starts to sway back and forth.  "And I am sure Memna will appreciate it, Hedge."  She steps forward to look at some of the parcels the rabbit is unwrapping, still not touching anything yet.  "It's not like at home?  Did you have other people to cook for you there?" she asks, voice friendly.<br> <br>Technetium looks at the variety of fruit anxiously, glancing over them. "I'm not a chef, but I have a dagger... and I can start the fire... maybe." She says weakly, her ears lowering. She nervously chuckles, and plays with the top clasp of her cloak.<br> <br>Angus blinks a bit, shaking his head as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I can cook, but most of the time it's just over the fire and just cooking meat and such." He chuckles a little as he gives the Bunny a curious look, wondering if this was the only reason he requested them.

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Participants

• Angus
• Cassidy
• Fenris
• Natska
• Technetium
• Thelergramor

Date

9/7/477

Log

It is quiet in the cloisters behind the Church. The calm air and wet gardens feel clean after the storm earlier in the day and a few acolytes of the Creator Church can be seen pulling weeds and tending to the gardens in the fading evening light. A small path leads up to a small house, one of several scattered around the lovely gardens.

The priestess Memna leads the way down the path. "I don't know why he insisted on calling in the Freeswords!" the matronly little black bear chatters as she walks, "But the poor dears won't tell me what the matter is! Perhaps you can do better." The round little priestess stops before the door and looks over the gathered Freeswords.

Cassidy follows along after the bear, reaching up to adjust her top hat as she arrives outside the house. "Well, I do hope it's nothing too serious, hmm? I am just as surprised, though." She taps the chin of her mask and turns towards the door, waiting quietly.

Thelergramor follows along after them, wondering what the problem is. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we can handle it. Probably." He glances around, not sounding overly concerned with what they require of him.

Natska pads along just behind Memna's flank, on the other side of the priestess from Cassidy, eyes scanning the cloister grounds. "Mmhm. You don't post a flyer for an emergency," she agrees. "Have there been many crowds by, Priestess?"

Technetium looks at the Priestess, noting small things. She coughs slightly, and peers around at the others. The clasps on her cloak have been shielded with a cover, appearing to outsiders like a plain, silver button. "What's going on? That flyer was hardly legible." She says, recalling it. "We really only knew how to get here."

Angus adjusts the brim of his hat as he follows after the priestess, remaining silent as he allows his eyes to wander around the garden to study the acolytes tending to the plants. He was curious himself as to why the request was so illegable, that's what they were here to do anyway, as a hand drifts to rest on the grip of the hammer hanging from his side.

Memna smiles at Natska. "No, dearie," she says, "Most folks never come back here. It was sort of a ceremonial home for the Creators, and now it serves as an actual home for our visitors." She looks at the others and nods. "I'm sure they will tell you what they need," she says, "Just be kind to them." She turns to tap gently on the door. There is a moment of quiet, then the door opens just a crack. "Who?" comes a soft male voice from within. "It's me, deary," says Memna gently, "These Freeswords you asked for are here to see you." he door swings open to reveal a thin, white furred, and totally nude rabbit being. "This one, thank Memna," he says haltingly, crossing his arms over his chest and bowing to the little matron. "Please," he says to the rest, "go in." The strange rabbit steps backward down the hall, making way for the Freeswords to enter.

Cassidy glances around, giving a nod to Thel, Natska, and Angus, the most familiar of the group to her. "Hello, friends, cousin. Let us see what is the matter, yes," She turns and moves into the house, setting her gloved hands in her coat pockets, making casual note of... Something most odd. Odd indeed. She decides not to question it, though. What she does ask, is, "What have you requested us for? Is something the matter?"

Thelergramor nods back to Cassidy, acknowledges the rest. He enters the house, grumbling something about how if their arrival was expected, the rabbit should be wearing pants. Thel paces slightly, glancing about the room, noting any valuables around. He shakes off his thoughts of larceny, "Right, what do you need from us?"

The jaguar dips her head to Memna as she passes, murmuring her thanks, then enters the house. She remains quiet, since her fellow Freeswords seem to have the questioning handled for now and she finds simply observing to be interesting enough for now.

Technetium slides into the room noting the rabbit and the womans look at him, including his (or her? Gender pronouns don't work easy in this case) lack of, well, parts, fleetingly, and leans onto a wall, looking around at the room and at the others in the room. She coughs a bit, and asks. "Here we are. What do you require?" casually.

Angus narrows his eyes a bit as he steps in, eyes shifting a little cautiously as he hooks a thumb into his weapons belt. Tail twitching as he yawns softly, trying to keep it silenty as he keeps his gaze drifts to study, waiting for the bunnys response to their questions.

The inside of the bungalow is quite cosy. While it is by no means extravagant, it is still very nice by the standards of most beings. Rather like a summer beach home for a wealthy merchant, or a minor noble. The only furniture is a low dining table, but the floor is scattered with patterned rugs and a plethora of large, soft pillows for sitting on. Three doorways branch off this main room, while one corner of the room is marked off by a folding screen for food preparation. The dining table is currently buried under a number of small parcels. "Yes," says the rabbit, "This one, Hedge. This one want help." He wrings his thin hands together. "Memna say, Freezord help," he struggles through the words, "You help Hedge?" He looks at the group nervously, then goes to the parcels on the table, unwrapping them to reveal various fruits, vegetables and other foods and cooking supplies. "This one wish making food for Memna," he says, a pink flush rising into his large ears, "But this one not cooking." Hedge frowns at the little kitchen area. "Cook is hard in this place," he says with a sigh, "Not like home."

Cassidy tilts her head before offering a smile behind the mask. "Ah, cooking? Well, I would be happy to help you cook, yes. Not the usual Freesword assignment, but... I like to think I am a fairly good cook, so I would be more than happy to help you."

Thelergramor rubs the back of his neck at the request to help cook. "Cooking? I'll help but it probably won't go well." Thel looks over the fruits, vegetables and such, not having any idea what to do with such things. He waits for the others to figure that out, leaning against a wall.

Natska grins. "Oooh. Yea, I see." Her tone is cheerfull and her ears tilt forward as her tail starts to sway back and forth. "And I am sure Memna will appreciate it, Hedge." She steps forward to look at some of the parcels the rabbit is unwrapping, still not touching anything yet. "It's not like at home? Did you have other people to cook for you there?" she asks, voice friendly.

Technetium looks at the variety of fruit anxiously, glancing over them. "I'm not a chef, but I have a dagger... and I can start the fire... maybe." She says weakly, her ears lowering. She nervously chuckles, and plays with the top clasp of her cloak.

Angus blinks a bit, shaking his head as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I can cook, but most of the time it's just over the fire and just cooking meat and such." He chuckles a little as he gives the Bunny a curious look, wondering if this was the only reason he requested them.