C.A.R.P.S.

[NPC2]

<A group of well muscled men drag a metal encased box into the Inn.>


"We understand that folks need to reach Thane Galen when he is away."

"This here box has been donated for folks to leave messages and packages for Thane Galen."


"Over here men."

<The men drag the box up to the bar and proceed to connect it to the wall using chains and mortar.>

<The box has a slot in the top with an angled piece underneath. There is no apparent way to open the box.>

[Sylas Hay]

*Before the men even have time to leave the Inn, Sylas walks up and attempts to wedge his hand in the opening to see how far in he can reach*

"Aw, CRAP!!'

'I'm stuck"

[Dietrich Krankheight]

*looks up from his mug and points at Sylas' hand and a sheet of ice surrounds it making it quite slick*

Try now

[Sylas Hay]

*Initially surprised, then pleasently pleased*

"Good thinking. I bet I can slide my arm in even further now."

*tongue sticking out, he drives his arm in nearly to the elbow*


"Uh-oh... "

[Faerykin]

*Twilight quietly slips in the back door, folding a single piece of parchment in her hands. As she spots Sylas and his current predicament, she simply lowers her gaze, shakes her head and smiles. She approaches Sylas and the box, and slips the folded piece of parchment past Sylas' arm ... listening for it's soft thunk indicating it has hit the bottom of the box. Satisfied, she smiles to Sylas and makes her way out the front door. *

[Nyrhtak Of Mahuru]

*Nyrhtak quietly slips in the back door, folding a single piece of parchment in his hands. As he spots Sylas and his current predicament, he simply lowers his gaze, shakes his head and smiles. He approaches Sylas and the box, and slowly draws his sword.*

You know, I can help you out with that, but I don't think you'll like the end result.

Completely up to you though.

[Divin Stormshadow]

*looking over at sylas*

you could always ask one of the magi sitting around here to shrink ya, not that I have any idea how to do that of course

*gives and evil grin and goes back to drinking*

[Bombour Stoutbringer]

Bombour looks over at the new box.

"Good Idea if you ask me. And Sylas is stuck in it? Well I do have a remedy for that, it's an old Dwarven cure for being stuck in a place that you don't belong."
He hands Sylas a huge drink of the best and removes an ax from under the bar and begins to sharpen it on a stone.

"Let me know when you're ready."

Bombour waits with a smile on his face.

[Darthesis]

*** Darthesis looks up from the corner and smiles...

I of course can offer my services as well. I can promise that you will
feel no pain during the removal services, I cannot carry this promise to
later times. I will however require your signature that you wish me to
carry out such services prior to their performance.

The services of course, carry a reasonable price.

[Dietrich Krankheight]

Trust Sylas to put it in deeper when the slot gets slicker.

[Mary Baker]

Isn't that what his guild does afterall? Really, Dietrich, stating the obvious aren't you?

[Sylas Hay]

*turning his head as he replies to each person in turn*

*to Nyrtak* "No."
*to Divin* "shrinking Huh?"
*to Mary Baker* *sly grin*
*to Darthesis* "sorry my writing hands the one in the box"
*to Bombour* "but I can drink just fine with the left."
*to Bombour again, eyeing the Ax* "ah.. No!"
*to Dietrich* "what were you expecting?"
*to Mary again* "ReHe!"
*to Nyrtak again* "Hell No!"

[Nyrhtak Of Mahuru]

To quothe your own guild, "I'm hearing no no no, but your eyes are saying yes yes yes!"

*Nyrhtak thumbs his blade a bit more and appears to be measuring, eyeing the arm, eyeing the blade, eyeing the arm, eyeing the blade.*

Hmmm.

*Nyrhtak sheaths his blade*

I've got an idea!!

*Nyrhtak runs out*

[Nyrhtak Of Mahuru]

*Nyrhtak rushes back in, only this time with his other longsword. The biggest, most heavy longsword ever seen in town.*

I think this one might do the trick better.

Whatcha think?

No?

hmm...

[Raven]

"So this is what happens to the esteemed Jakoric leader...One can never say the House is not entertaining."

Raven grins wickedly.

"Mayhap milady Mary can fetch thee some scented oils to lubricate thy arm. Then the missives to the Thane would smell sweet as well..."

By now her lashes have lowered "demurely".