Café de Nuit

Gorin finds Tuke seated on the priest's chest, munching on peanuts without an apparent care in the world. "Oi, good sir. How was the crypt? Boared... I mean, bored already?"

Yup. Pretty much. Don't mind me, I'm sitting with the unconscious priest, eating peanuts and watching the show. Sometimes it's good to be the fool...

The priest's breath smells of nothing more than peanuts and the morning, much to Tuke's disgust. The little white flower grows in abundance along the roadside, but in the morning light it hardly looks sinister. "White tea". That's what that flower goes into. Tuke remembers Magenta drinking...

Great galumphin' Jehosiphat. I actually have to plan out a character progression for Tuke? (and help Agna come up with one?) I haven't even a clue...

Griselda probably wouldn't want for the company, Rock - we've hardly gotten a chance to play with you much. And maybe you can figure out a way to drag the Pancazio's only servant(!) to the tomb.

Tuke swallows hard, then nods as the others leave him alone with the unconscious priest. He looks around nervously at the tombs, imagining horrors jumping out from behind every headstone. Why on earth did the priest just collapse like this? Suddenly, a thought occurs to him. He sniffs the air, then ...

Gaah, I stopped following the OOC thread. Listening now. Tuke's got a decent Open Locks score, can work over the priest for info as a social-skills monster as needed, or provide the standard madic-music backup. (Although with Tuke, it's a standup comedy routine... bards with Perform(buffoonery) are ...

Tuke blinks at the priest's insincere greeting. He can still vividly recall Luisia's animate corpse clutching the cook, ripping into her shoulder, tearing off her ear... I have an ear and a shoulder for you... Curse my overactive imagination. Could you possibly come up with something more wildly ina...

Tuke nods at Goran. " The only thing we really know is that nothing went through that gate after we laid Luisa's coffin to rest. And we might even be wrong about that. All we can do right now is keep asking questions. " With that, he yawns and closes his eyes for a brief catnap. Behind his...

Tuke shrugs. " Doctors are far and few here in Borca, Blacky. And most of them seem to have some pretty peculiar ideas about how to make someone better - leeches keep coming up for some reason. I never understood why doctors like those vermin so much. They make terrible pets - I've never figure...

Tuke sighs and climbs back up on Tristan's horse, sitting sidesaddle behind him. He closes his eyes and grumbles under his breath, " I think it's safe to say that Lucia's body was plenty disturbed last night. Plenty disturbing too, come to think of it. " The little fool scowls. If I'm righ...

Tuke slumps off the back of Tristan's horse, trying to restrain a grumble and a moan. He had been awakened by the sound of boots on the stairwell; somehow he found himself being carted out on this expedition to the old woman's grave without so much as a by-your-leave, and he was decidedly out of sor...

Anyone who walks past the back stairs might hear what sounds all for the world like a small carpenter busy sawing a hole in the floor, or possibly a troll groaning in agony devouring an under-ripe orchard. (1) Tuke is at rest, but the noises he's making are decidedly disturbing... (1) Listen check D...

Tuke, finding himself alone in the kitchen in the wee hours of the morning, decides to take decisive action. He grabs a cushion from a rocking chair, finds a warm corner underneath the back staircase, and promptly falls asleep. With any luck, no one will wake me before noon , is his last thought bef...

My dear wife didn't mention that I'm a chef and she's an excellent baker. How far can y'all drive?