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[phawk69]

E'noth mummers near Moreton, "It was the food that gave it away. You ate and didn't get sick, Rhyll ate this morning and was poisoned, then we found out the food was poisoned, and you ate some more, and didn't get sick. I'm not sure what the enchantment was, but somehow you were both you and not you, or not aware of some of your knowledge. Either way, I am sorry if I was a little rough. I could hardly believe that it could be you, and if I was wrong, what would happen? Also, I am much better at using a large hammer to figure my way out of fixes than my mind. I do hate having to think so hard." With that, the Nord turns to the rest of the group and says, "I learned this from a Mage I travelled with who hated stale bread." The big Nord waves his hand and 6 loaves of fresh bread appear on the table, with butter and a berry preserve. "He was a Briton, as if you can't tell. Me, I'd prefer something on the animal side, and roasted over an open fire, but he liked his bread and jam, so what can you do?"

Taking a half loaf of the bread, and a big smear of butter, E'noth starts toward the cupboards to see what they contain. Finding a mortar and pestal in one, and a collander in another, he sets up to prepare a few potions.

While he is grinding and pounding he listens to the others talk. "I'm not sure about this splitting into groups, but it may be nice to decide on groups if we need to spit up once inside the temple. As for the temple itself, if I understand Poleaxedgra right, the enterance is under water, which said waters are infested with slaughter fish and Dreugh. We could have Poleaxedgra hover over the old temple site and we bail into the water, this would get us to the enterance quickly, thus hopefully eliminating some need to fight fish and fiend. I don't know if there is an illusion that could be cast, or even a limited time transfomation, that we would look like fish and fiend, and thusly enter the temple. I do agee that brains before braun would be wise, as it looks like we may lack one if not both." With this he barks out a laugh and continues, "I have found enough ingredients to make 8 water breathing potions, and 6 swift swimming, and can cast another 4 of each myself, for a limited duration, but that will exhaust my magica and both restore potions. I have checked and Poleaxedgra does not have all the necessary ingredients to make a restore magica potion, so unless some of you have a Daedra's heart, frost salts or void salts, it means I will have no power to heal in the ensueing adventures."

[cuchlann]

Moreton's face lit up like a wizard's lightning rod. "Lawks! I haven't had decent bread in ages! And preserves..." He filled himself on the bread. "E'noth, not only does this make up for the roughhousing, it amends anything you might have done, ever." He laughed. "It sounds like your acquaintance was a level-headed, fine fellow, teaching you this."

Moreton paused in his eating. "I might do a few illusions, before we start. Chameleon, or invisibility, perhaps. It won't be terribly necessary for me to have magicka once we enter the fray, if you will.

"Mmph. This is almost as good as my great-grandam's. At least, it seems that way after a month of dry tack and tavern food."

[mordred kaides]

"hmpf, I haven't had bread in 120 years because it would turn to dust before it would hit my toung."
Mordred fills his vails and cuts the meat into peices."I fortunly have some strong herbs that would make this meat eatable but I'm afraid my cooking skill is a bit undertrained."
mordred sprinkels some pulverised herbs over the meat and lays them on the table.

"with my vails filled I can last about 60 hours so that leaves us with enough time to explore. And hopefully we find some rats to refill my vails so it shudden't be that of a problem. Further I can help also with the casting of Illusions to fool the fish and dreugh and I have seven retore magicka potions so I could still sneak and heal inside the tombe, ofcourse I will share some of them with our big zealot here but lets ratsionise them."

[Arturius]

Sael says:
'in which case mordred should be fine, however i suggest we stick together there may be significant dangers which a smaller group would stuggle against.'

ooc>malchik is running this for over 50 people at once i'd rather not make his life too difficult

'if you have your vampirism under control i have no problem with it, all through history people have sort immortality from one source of another, if it works for you and you don't go around murdering people i've got no problem. 60 hours gives us some reasonable breathing time at least'

'I'm going to try and cook whats left of that cliff racer - i'm famished!'

Sael tries to cut up the meat and cook it. he probably succeeds in burning it on the outside with the inside being somewhat uncooked.
'uh! how do the servants cope with this back home?!'

[Evaeril]

Evaeril stared at the bread. The last time he had eaten the substance he was living with the elves long ago. He shook his head.

"No bread for me. Thank you for your offer but I dined upstairs earlier."

Evaeril turned to adress the entire group

"It would be easier if Poleaxedgra just cast a spell of global water breathing on each of our two groups that extended in certain parameters. This way we wouldn't be weighed down by 20 or so water breathing potions. She also knows her own abilities better then we know these potions so she could give us a reliable estimation on how much time we have. If she refuses we can make those potions and I will give E'noth one of my bottles of restore Magicka. The first option would be easier, however, and E'noth could make those potions for emergency backup.

Evaeril examined the others for a reaction, "How does this idea sound?"

[Arturius]

'it sounds like a good idea to me' *muttering over a cooker*

[Evaeril]

Evaeril laughed at Sael's attempts and stepped forward to help.

"How would you survive in the wild my friend?"

Whispering the archaic words two of his claws ignited and he blasted the meat until it was steaming.

"Eat up."

[Arturius]

'Uh... thanks'
*deals himself up a helping*
'normally i'd survive by hireing someone to do it for me, it just looked so easy and i read the tales of all the great hero's round fires talking, it sounded so romantic, so i assumed....*voice trails off*
Well thanks! thats a lot better than the mess i was making'

[Evaeril]

"No problem. It's an old elvish scout trick I picked up when... Evaeril's voice trailed off and he got an distant look in his eyes. Suddenly snapping back he turned around and looked at Poleaxedgra.

So can you perform that spell?

[Malchik]

Poleaxedgra groans. "Will you not let me recover? Well - there are ingredients and apparatus here. Can you not make the potions yourselves? When you have done so I will put you down where you ask me to."