Café de Nuit

There really is only one solution to such massively unfavorable odds. Eisenwald stomps forward, skirting through allies like he was back at school and trying to get to class without smashing into someone. Twisting to the left to dodge around Nerit's energy blast, Tomas crouches and shoves his weight...

I think my armor's daily is spent, but is he close enough for Tomas to use Call to Arms to drag him over?

"What can I say, mine herr, I've always been something of a patchwork man anyway..." Tomas snorts at the implication; even if a part of him has always wanted to cultivate a serious illness just to see how it would effect him. "So much for a kinder, gentler death, eh?" oooooh wow ...

WIZARD STUFF. It all sort of goes over Tomas's head. He focuses on the immediate, which is to say the dead man who probably wants to kill them. "Thierri." Tomas greets, shamelessly holding his sword and shield at the ready while doing his best to keep alert for potential threats from withi...

"Not a bad idea if you can do so quickly." Tomas admits, willing Ivorsen to light itself so as to get a better view of the area; specifically the places that a mob of angry dead people could get in and out in order to run riot. "Chances are someone is going to see this, but I think we...

"Vervain Rookery." Tomas supplies, keeping his eyes and mind on the road ahead. Maybe what they're trying to do won't sink in until AFTER its done.

Some of Tomas's favorite runes! Wait, no they weren't!

"Thank you." Tomas manages, looking a little awestruck at the strange silver cords. This is, after all, magic of the soul, a subject near and dear to his partially artificial heart.

"Sagas make me look fat." Tomas counters, cracking his knuckles and forcing himself a bit awake. "So where are we going to do this ritual? Did Boucher even have a place that was so important to him?"

Tomas...looks away, rubbing his cheek and lowering his helmet a little. Look he may be a boisterous type but you only get called magnificent by a woman of some personal importance so often, even if said woman doesn't feel that way about you. The mention of a ballad that didn't depict him as crazy he...

"I had to fight a train." Tomas adds, because he feels this fact is important and hasn't been focused on enough recently. Otherwise, he crosses his arms and tries to stay out of the fairy's way.

Dion: I think that they all make good islands, but if you're doing Ravenloft as a setting, it feels kind of...like, why add a million more islands of terror instead of stretching what the Core can do? You can create isolation without the mists as a big "NO LEAVING" curtain. BTW I'm looking...

"Well, I for one am entirely reassured by this." Tomas deadpans, just in case anyone was doubting otherwise. Reluctantly setting his helmet back on, Eisenwald gives Andre a deadpan salute and turns to briskly walk out. Anything faster and the limp would be obvious.

Now I'm just picturing that bit from Nightmare Before Christmas, where the monsters all argue over what the heck could be inside a Christmas present.

"A box." Tomas notes, crossing his arms and trying to pretend that he follows any of this high concept arcane science nonsense. "I realize this is a dangerous thing to ask, but could you maybe go into a smidgen more detail?"

Tomas still looks like he's lost a fist fight with a rogue steamboat engine, but attempts to carry himself with some dignity besides. He tales a look at the urn, but isn't willing to risk the massive spiritual backlash of trying too hard in here. "Really, it was kind of brilliant, finding the o...