OK, I know I'm supposed to be cherishing the Jen time we have left, but I honestly can not come up with anything for Nic to do right now and I don't want to post for the sake of posting and have it come out all forced and.....suck. So yeah, Jess my love, I pass the next move on to you.

Nichatus watched Jenica curiously as he strolled along at her side. She seemed lost in though, barely paying any outward attention the the three men around her. He was curious as to what she was thinking. Was she angry with him for not finding what it was she sought? Was she frustrated with the ...

Nichatus glared at the vampire. He knew it was not her fault what had happened, but he could not help to seek out a physical target for his frustration at the pain he had felt. Briefly, ever so briefly, the thought of lashing out at her passed through his mind.

No, he thought, and began to calm ...

Nichatus breathed a sigh of relief as Jenica announced that she did not know how to enact the change. The world had been rescued from another morbid, disgusting display by the woman's own ignorance. He turned to Pont to display his relief to the other man, and him alone.

Then she had to go and ruin ...

"No," he said simply, at first, "you can only see what I can see, though your mind perceives the scenery as it would in daylight." He released the hold over Farn's mind. "The shadows stay just as dark in the illusion as they are in actuality, unless I choose to hide something from your eyes." He ...

"Well, I suppose there is nothing we could do to stop you from following, save removing your ability to walk, but that would be a waste of time and someone seems impatient." With that he turned on his heels and followed after Jenica and Pont.

Based on the proximity of Farnham's mind Nichatus knew ...

"I believe she means the Alchem..." he had been saying to Pont before being interrupted by a gust of stench in his face. He gasps a bit, and almost gags. It was a horrid stench, like the air around bits of body that had been trapped in a poorly treated leather bag for several weeks being forced out ...

Who dares call me lovely?

Yes, do not call Karsimir lovely. The words you are looking for are handsome or shiny. Either will work, but both in combination will gain you brownie points.

Well, as all of your questions have been answered all I can say is, willkommen. P.S. Don't feed the Jen, she's ...

Nichatus stood back and watched the proceedings, trying not to breath to heavily of this creature's stench. It was....overpowering, to say the least. The mage's mind still circled the question of what this thing was like a hungry predator cowing its prey. Could it be some form of fleshed revenant ...

Jess, Max, go ahead and skip over me this ONE turn (not sitting silently through a week of posting this time). I can't think of more than a few sentences of stuff for Nic to do. Basically stand there watching and doubting that the blood stuff in the vial will work on Farnham.

Nichatus turned a relatively blank expression on the exasperated....thing. "Aye, and the mind works. Well." The tendrils had began reaching outward the before Jenica had even made her comment. The creature was confused, and possibly frightened, though it was hard to tell. Its mind was arrayed in a ...

Nichatus followed in Jenica's wake and his astonishment at her speed was nearly palpable. He had never seen a being move that fast, even with the aid of magic. He couldn't help but ponder why she would want a cure for her "sickness" as Moryldar had called it, even if one did exist. Why would it be ...

The battlemage nodded as the vial was brought out. He had been curious of its nature as well, Moryldar having decided it best not to inform him. If it had not been for his...talents...the man would not have known anything of it at all until now. He knew that the vial in Jenica's hand held no cure ...

Nichatus watched as frustration plainly gripped Jenica. He had not meant to upset her, but he believed what he said was the truth. She had been brought here to help them track down someone so that they could take him in or deal with him, not the other way around. He slipped his hands into the ...

FIRE?! AMBUSH?!?!?! Xy's having all the fun without us! *Makes his way to Calhoun, using the sea of Frug's scent as guide.....smells like Canadian...I know, ew....*