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[Xanmyral]

"Ah, thank you kind sir." Morton gives a slight bow to Kevin the skeleton, before turning towards the kitchen. "I'll get to work on that tea then, I hope Niklas is in a good mood today." Morton then sets about heading into the kitchen and making tea, as well as getting some boiling water ready for the willow bark, unless Niklas shoos him out. If he does, then explain that he needs boiling water for the Masters' and ask him to get him some when he can and departs the kitchen.

[Harry Baldman]

In the Yaleson house...

Niklas, having been bound once again, just shrugs in reply to the order and heads back to the kitchen as the Artiste looks on in mild boredom.

[Niklas strength roll: 2+1]

Soon enough, the peculiar sound only ascribable to a man attempting to lift and throw a full-sized boar comes from the kitchen. The mages all look in the direction of Niklas right in time to see him lift the boar for a moment, only to give up and drop it on the floor immediately afterwards. He heads over to the door and yells in a perfect pitch.

"Köket stängt!"

He then closes the door to the kitchen and goes to his second-favorite hobby, knife sharpening!

Except he can't, since some plum-dang varmint has stolen them. All of them! A shocking crime right under his nose!

Meanwhile, upstairs medicine is both practiced and forbidden to be practiced, as Morton rebukes the dignified-looking Mark!

"N-now look here s-sir! I have to ask you to step away from my masters' door, and relinquish the knives you took from the kitchen. I don't know what kind of fou--er, kind of d-deed you may have in mind, but it assuredly isn't going to help Master Yaleson."

Having heard one of the masters give a demand, Morton straightens up before calling beyond the door. As he does so, Mark, his buzz officially killed and buried, heads downstairs.

"In a moment, Master Scott. I'm just dealing with a rather, ah, excited guest is all. He's_{--I think its a he--}just excited to meet you two it seems even though I gave express comments that you wish for your privacy. Apologies again, Master Scott, I'll get right on it soon as I can!"

He turns to Mark, who has begun to blissfully bugger off to the downstairs vestibule. He follows the skeleton, offering words of peace and wisdom.

"T-thank you, kind sir, how about I brew you up some tea in apologies for this mess, right after I get what Master Scott wants. I'm dreadfully sorry for that, I don't like confrontations like this, I'm simply following my Masters' will."

Morton follows Mark down the stairs to the company of the Artiste, then is about to leave to deface some willows, but is stopped by Kevin, who, guided by an ulterior motive, gives him a previously agreed-upon "I'll handle it" nod, then runs out before the Artiste can say a thing. Morton, touched by the gesture, gives him a slight bow.

"Ah, thank you, kind sir. I'll get to work on that tea then, I hope Niklas is in a good mood today."

As he heads off into the kitchen, the leader of the mages gives him a slight glance, then returns to speaking with his fellows. When Morton opens the door, he comes upon a strange scene. Niklas seems to be regarding an empty space on the table with no small amount of suspicion and shock. Well, he's not actively shooing him out yet, so he goes and boils a bit of water that was lying about. But not just any water! This is special, clear spring water from the spring five miles away, reserved for guests only, unlike the stagnant, murky water commonly available here. Soon enough he's boiled a big old pot of it. Nice!

Meanwhile, Kevin looks for some willows to debark with his own bare hands. Ooh, there's one. Looks rather willowy to Kevin. He pulls off many pieces of it, delighted at his immediate great success. He is Kevin, superior herb and wood-related product gatherer!

Back in the house, Mark takes a look at the book of divination. It looks to be a fairly detailed text describing the various methods of proper divination, which can be of many sorts - using special dice or cards, utilizing crystal balls, attempting to commune with spirits, scrying or even something as easy as visceromancy. It's all there in the book, and most of it doesn't even require a focus, though it certainly helps accuracy to have one. It looks pretty interesting, and it even details the use of several divining artifacts to achieve certain results.

During all this, Scott himself continues trying to practice medicine on his husband, heating up a nearby needle for the purpose. Time to do some good work.

[Medicine roll: 2]

He pokes one of the pustules with a needle, releasing a stream of pus from it. That's how lancing works, right? Then again, it might not. Maybe he should give Gary some alcohol? He looks like he desperately needs it.


Back in Emlocke...

Darren figures that yeah, he's probably lost this particular battle. But he can still help Mel!

[Telekinesis roll: 3]

He slightly nudges the fellow in the direction of the far wall of the house. Hm.

[Darren escape roll: 6]
[Mel escape roll: 6]

Fortunately, Mel takes the hint and dives right through a nearby window, running away as quickly as possible! Darren, feeling satisfied at this development, dives into the ground and moves away as rapidly as he can!

He eventually comes out five blocks away. Let's see those bastards follow him now!

[Tomcost]

Sigmund, showing a bit of dissatisfaction, decided that he had no other choice but to do what his new master wanted. He was used to this thing after all. He walked silently through the house, watching the rest of the peculiar unded roaming there. He knew that, in order to survive, he should make new allies. The skeletal fellow, as silent as he was, was just uninteresting, as the burnt butler, which seemed too focused in his task. He also realized that it wasn't the right moment to talk with the people upstairs. There were only two other people with which he could talk: the tree headed freak, and the foreign cook. Deciding between the two was easy, as his sanity, at this moment, wasn't in it's best condition.

He came closer to the chef, and asked if he could be of help, trying be as friendly as a recently enslaved vampire can be. Then, proceded to look in the kitchen for something that could be used as a weapon, as it seemed that his master's intentions were not peaceful.

[Xantalos]

Said chef was busy looking around frantically for the stolen knives; in cupboards, under the table, in the pantry, but to no avail.
*cue dramatic music*
Niklas tilts back his head and wails to the heavens, KNIFE THIIIIEEEEEF!

He then searches the house for the thief.

[Tomcost]

Sigmund saw the chief screaming about stolen knives, well, there goes his attempt to get a weapon he thought. On the other hand, if he could bring the chef the stolen knives, maybe he could be at better terms with such an imposing individual.

Sigmund looked for the knives in the house, and asked Morton if he had seen somebody involved with knives recently, as he was probable the person who had been wandering in the house most.

[Innsmothe]

Scott, realizing that this is risky at best, puts down the needle.
He instead hmmm's and ahhh's over the nature of the necromantic bond.
Knowing nothing of magic he tries to brute force a half baked hypothesis. If energy is required to raise and bind a persons will to their own, would a feedback of energy allow the wizards body to direct said energy to other pursuits, such as regeneration and immun-o-boosting?

He tries to focus on the bond to his husband and direct the flow of energy back into his suffering body, hopefully directing it to the poor man's immune system

[miauw62]

Kevin, not particularly excited about his succes, returns to the house and deposits the bark on the kitchen table, after ripping it up in small enough pieces to be boiled. He then proceeds to just sit in his room, not very happy with this turn of events.

[Xanmyral]

Morton flinched when Niklas screeched. "Oh dear, seems someone riled up Niklas." The well-done zombie spoke as he moved back to making sure the water stays at a boiling temperature, giving a smile at the helpful skeletal jester and then adding the bark to be boiled into it that was set on the counter.

Carter, seeing the pale fellow in the hood with the strange mark ask him what got Niklas riled up, grimaced with a conflicted look. "Well... Yes. Ah... The tree headed fellow, he had the knives. I, ah, asked him to relinquish them to the kitchen, hoping they would be back before Niklas noticed but... Oh dear, I don't want a fight to brew with our first guests in a while. Can you try and peacefully get the knives back, without a fight breaking out? I need to tend to the boiling of the bark, and starting on some tea soon."

[killerhellhound]

hearing the crys I dump the knives on a nearby table and protest innocence then look for a set of cards

[Harry Baldman]

In the Yaleson house...

Sigmund, though rather apprehensive at the thought of socializing with this bunch of weirdos, chooses the least undesirable of the many alternative avenues of interpersonal activity and goes off to the kitchen to try and get in the frightening food person's good graces. He strolls up to the gastronomic barbarian in as friendly a manner as reasonably possible as he rifles through the nearest containers of comestibles for any sign of his treasured possessions and tries to ask if he can help in any way.

"Hello, may I help you in any way?"

This seems to be something of a back-breaking straw in the chef's mind, as he bolts upright, tilts his head back and emits a half-wail, half-roar.

"KNIFE THIIIIEEEEEF!" he yells, then sets about looking for perpetrators to question.

"Oh dear, seems someone riled up Niklas."

Oh dear. He looks to be rather distraught. But, then again, this may work out to his advantage. If he can find the knives first, he can be the hero and get all sorts of intangible rewards from the chef, not to mention possibly ignite a lasting friendship. Therefore, some detective work is in order. And who best to practice this on than Morton, who seems to be the most knowledgeable of the lot.

"Have you seen any knives in the area? If you have, tell me. It's rather important."

Morton grimaces at the question, then turns to the approaching Kevin, receiving a generous delivery of bark and dismissing the jester, who despondently travels back to his room to brood intensely about his skeletal life.

"Well... Yes. Ah... The tree headed fellow, he had the knives. I, ah, asked him to relinquish them to the kitchen, hoping they would be back before Niklas noticed but... Oh dear, I don't want a fight to brew with our first guests in a while. Can you try and peacefully get the knives back, without a fight breaking out? I need to tend to the boiling of the bark, and starting on some tea soon."

As he speaks, he adds the bark into the boiling water, creating a very strong-smelling, dark and viscous liquid as a result. Oh, so much strange unpleasantness today. Particularly the knife theft. That's just plain rude. Why, if Niklas finds the perpetrator, the skeleton is likely to be in a bit of trouble.

Wait, where did he go? And what was that slight clanging sound from the vestibule?

As Niklas enters the vestibule, he sees many people. And one tree-headed skeleton. One of these people is probably the perp. But which one? And where are his knives?


In the master bedroom of the Yaleson house...

Scott realizes that lancing a boil is a bit too risky for him right now. But he does know what isn't! Magic! Or at least some magic theory put into practice. He begins to theorize wildly, eventually coming up with the hypothesis that, since a bond exists between him and his husband, there should, naturally, be some way to utilize this bond for magical purposes and grant energy to someone! Yeah!

[Scott magic roll: 2-1]

Hey, it seems like soulbinding doesn't actually work that way. Of course, Scott doesn't realize that until his third attempt to do this, in which he tries rapid body-to-body contact as a means of transmission. That is to say that he punches Gary repeatedly and hopes that the anger and sadness will boost his immune system!

[Gary endurance roll: 5]

Well, at least he doesn't seem to have gotten any worse from it. Just rather confused, judging by the look in his clouded eyes.

[Tomcost]

Sigmund had to act quickly, he walked a bit fast and asked the tree-headed skeleton about the knives.

If he gives me the locaion of the knives, take them to Niklas and explain that the theft was actually a misunderstanding.

[Innsmothe]

OOC: Good God above, I loved that Harry. XD

"Damn you and your kind, dear husband! <Whiny mimic voice> Oh noooooo dear, I don't think it's appropriate for me to divulge my secrets to you. It's my hobby, not yours. And you probably wouldn't make it past the chapter of minor cantrips...</Whiny mimic voice> See what your bloody hobby and your lack of faith in me has gotten you!"

Gives Gary one final jaw cracker and storms over to the nearest pile of notes and try to find something that Gary can do (or Scott by proxy) to give him some semblance of normal human vitality.

[killerhellhound]

Mark Points out the knives to sigmund then relaxes and watches the carnage of a mad cook

[Tomcost]

Sigmund hastly picked the knives and handed them to the cook, saying:

Excuse me, sir, I found these things over a table, do they belong to you? I think I heard that you were looking for some missing knives.

[Xantalos]

Knives?
KNIVES!
You are a good man, Niklas says, clapping Sigmund on the shoulder. Now to fix them...

Sharpen knives.