Café de Nuit

Normally I would be gnashing my teeth, but right now, I am Poulet sans Tete -- we just bought a house (and are moving into it) and our old CPU had to be abruptly retired after a vicious, thrice-damned keystroke-Trojan was discovered. So, wheeee! :shock:


Our illustrious DM can take all the time he ...

He Lives! WOOT!

I think we're all just hanging out, waiting for Robert to get over being beaten with the sick stick (and hopefully not killing himself with his apothecary attempts).

I'm in a holding pattern too, waiting on the master's voice.

I should have guessed that Emilio wouldn't take the usual sort of bait to encourage a private conversation. Very well, then, just be patient. The men head out one by one, Roderigo finishes his conversation with his nephew, and it would seem the old majordomo might not be budging. Agna waits until ...

The appearance of the master of Pancrazio brings Agna to the door of the scullery. The talk about the boy has ceased, and some of the unbearable tension has abated for now. She stands at attention, knowing they're about to hear something regarding the evening.


"Ah Emilio, I have good news. My ...

Agna listens intently to Harold's explanation, nodding in comprehension. "I understand. But it didn't quite answer my question about the lock. You're saying the lock on the chest with this possibly scary magic on it requires a ring -- Luisa's ring from her hand, buried two days ago -- to make it ...

Once Tristan has joined her, Agna motions to the jars brought up from below. " I don't know where these came from originally, but I don't think it was our house. They're older than me. I know that if you do it right, preserves can last for some years, but 20? How old were those living quarters ...

To Harold, she shrugs with the resignation of a burden borne and says, "It probably doesn't even matter yet. Has she even come home from her adventures of yesterday? I suppose it would be too much to ask her host to feed her breakfast before returning her." She recalls what she saw on the trip back ...

Agna listens to the litany of discoveries with growing shock, the dishes slowly forgotten. She's not sure if her reaction should be horror or disbelief. But more importantly, she's not sure if she wants to ask further questions or mention her own finds with Emilio near by.

She finishes the dessert ...

Agna sidles back a step or two from Tristan. There is, after all, Magenta's threat of yesterday, still fresh in her mind. And Tristan seems strangely more loquacious than usual for him....

She takes her cup from Tristan and gives it a hearty dollop of milk.

Agna looks dubious at the idea of Harold ...

For a glorious half-moment, Agna considers the idea and is entranced with the thought of clambering up on that beautiful Tinker horse's broad warm back. Then she returns to earth very roughly at the sight of the bowls and glasses still awaiting a rinse, and she shakes her head with a bemused ...

Agna, who is carefully washing several sizes of plates between swallows of milky black tea, turns to him with a smile that seems brighter than yesterday. "Good morning to you, too. Tristan. I'm sorry, but you must get your own tea this morning." She nods apologetically toward the big worktable where ...

Yup, Ail, that's what I was looking for. I was thinking it a mite strange that these two had never darkened Ravenloft's door in any shape, given their gruesome history.

Take it away, someone, with a question.

Sorry, not quite. And there's a specific word I'm looking for in the bonus question.

Rafael -- That story in "Terrific Tales" sounds like it inspired Algernon Blackwood's short "Ancient Sorceries". There are women turning into black cats, but it's more involved with diabolic witchcraft rather than lycanthropy.

Okay, question time:

Name the murderous pair who haunted Edinburgh's ...