March 2017
[19:10]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Our story begins with our favorite Pomvestigator Mogshu! He's been quite industrious lately, but strange happenings have been going on in the Shroud and his ears have been bent toward rumors of some strange creature roaming beneath the canopy. People say that this creature is difficult to catch and hard to glimpse, but our good Pomvestigator is never daunted!"
[19:12]Syranelle Ironleaf: "The rumors bespoke of a small creature with bright red hair and garments of all green. People murmured that it was called a 'leperous khan' or... something of that sort. Pomvestigator Mogshu, still undaunted, held no fear of this bizarre set of circumstances and set forth to conduct yet another brilliant investigation!"
[19:16]Syranelle Ironleaf: First things first, Mogshu decided. He went to the last known sighting of this 'leperous khan' which was at the Stillglade Fane. Away Mogshu went to the humble little glade of the Conjurers where he began to make his first inquiries. A young, distraught conjurer girl caught his eye so he flapped over and asked his first questions.
[19:19]Syranelle Ironleaf: "You there, Miss! Could you tell me what's bothering you so, kupo?" Mogshu asked, trying to put a note of concern in his voice. The young woman wrung her hands, twining her robe about them in her worry. "I saw a terrible little imp, I'm quite sure of it! It was green and had hair like flames! It cackled and capered around me, squalling something about treasure at the end of the rainbow! I don't even know what that means...!" She sobbed, dramatically.
[19:24]Karaan Nolan: Mogshu tilts his head and blinks at the strange description of the creature. "Are you sure, Kupo?" The young woman nods in shock and points in direction of the Black Shroud."It went that way! Screaming and Swearing at everything!" She exclaims herself. Moghsu puts his finger and whistle for his faithful assistant for this mission. A big gobbue bursts through the tree and stops near the flying Moogle, hiding his identity with his little mask. "Mysterious Kupo-Friend, we needs to go deeper -c-
[19:26]Karaan Nolan: into the Shroud." Mogshu lands on the shoulder the Gobbue and walks in the direction of the woman points. The Pomvestigator keeps his eyes open, using the the height to scout the area, making sure to ask his friend not to step on anything that would trouble people or animals in the region. "So...the strange creature lives at the end of rainbow."
[19:29]Syranelle Ironleaf: Now, thus armed with his side-kick, The Moss, Mogshu searched the area high and low for any signs of a clue. And... a clue did he find! A strange patch of clover was growing in the shade of the trees, that seemed to form a path of sorts out of the Fane and into Gridania proper. "Oh, goodness, kupo, if that thing is loose in the city there's no telling what kind of havoc it might cause!" The Moss grunted in agreement and the great goobbue lumbered off, following the strange clovers.
[19:31]Syranelle Ironleaf: They were led outward into Gridania, the path hooking back around to the Botanist's Guild. Mogshu inquired with them and, sure enough, he received reports of the strange 'leperous khan'. Again, descriptions of a green-clad, fiery-haired imp were reported and Mogshu became certain that they were on the trail of some new, hideous voidsent! "This cannot stand, kupo!" he said to The Moss, "It simply cannot!"
[19:38]Aldis Sigurdardottir: They pick up the trail of the clovers leading farther into Gridania, and as they neared the carpenters guildhall, they heard a ruckus scream coming from the tavern. They raced off towards it expecting to find the fiend attacking the people of Gridania. What they found though surprised them greatly. They were not screams of terror, but ones of delight! "What is all this, Kupo!" Mogshu rubbed is eyes and gazed again at the scene.
[19:41]Aldis Sigurdardottir: They little green clad creature, smelling soundly of wine, was dancing around from table to table casting magic from his hands and lighting his own hair on fire before putting it out again with a quick water spell. The patrons were laughing in delight as he danced from table to table casting his spells and singing an odd little tune in a high pitched voice....
[19:44]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirash life fer me...!" The little fellow slurred as he wobbled and wiggled all around. Upon closer inspection, though, Mogshu came to realize that this wasn't an imp at all. Not even the ghost of a void-sent! The creature they were pursuing so adamantly was nothing more than a drunken lalafell. "Fiddle-de-dee, shome kinda lyricsh... a pirash life fer me..." Mogshu seemed quite disappointed this was the case. His special Pomvestigator skills would be wasted on this!
[19:46]Syranelle Ironleaf: He sighed lamentedly, flopping on top of the Moss's head disconsolately. "Well, what do we do now, kupo?" The Moss grunted, lumbering back and forth across the doorway to the Carline Canopy, it would be rude of a creature of his size to go in. The drunken lalafell got up onto one of the tables, shimmying and dancing in a display of the worst kind of dancing, if it could even be called dancing. Mogshu groaned, covering his face with both paws. "Oh, the indignity of it all, kupo!"
[19:52]Karaan Nolan: Moghsu studies the lalafell dancing ritual and blinks." Moss, do you think that this ...man of a Lalafell is trying to seduce a few of the patron in the Canopy. The Pomvestigator sighs and flies inside the Canopy, keeping his detective skills on alert, wondering if the drunken lalafell was just an act to disturb the investigator. The Drunken fellow stumbles off the table and walks near the counter, odering more of ale and hard liquor. It is then, that Mogshu and a few of the patron inside the -c
[19:53]Karaan Nolan: see a small chest filled with gil and ruby being pulls out of his pocket. The Druken Lalafell pays his due and drags his new treasure back to a table, starting to drink more and enjoys the company of a few new friends, who seems to have gain interest in this little person.
[19:56]Syranelle Ironleaf: More than a few people eyed the drunken lalafell's treasure covetously; it would be an easy thing to steal from someone so drunk. However, Mother Miounne would likely not appreciate such trouble brought to the Canopy, so her presence lent them pause. As everyone began to stare at the lalafell, Mogshu took it upon himself to do likewise. It was then he noticed that the lalafell in question wasn't /quite/ an exact match for his perpetrator.
[19:58]Syranelle Ironleaf: The lalafell had more strawberry-blond hair than fiery red. And while his shirt was green, the rest of his outfit was not. The conjurer and the botanist had both agreed: fiery red hair and an outfit of ALL green. Could it be this was /not/ his quarry? The game was, once again, afoot! Mogshu scurried out to The Moss, his goobbue friend outside. "We've been misled and our quarry gone astray, kupo! We must find the trail again before it goes completely cold!"
[20:03]Aldis Sigurdardottir: Mogshu and The Moss return the the last location they had followed the clovers to before getting distracted by the screams. Once back by the carpenters guild they noticed the trail did not lead to the tavern but towards north towards the leatherworks. "Ah ha! Kupo. We must not allow it to thwart us again." He climbed back ontoThe Moss' shoulder and they raced north on the trail once more.
[20:09]Aldis Sigurdardottir: As they neared the bridge to the leatherworks they happened upon a you elezen with a frightened look on his face. "Young lad, did you see a strange creature wonder this way, kupo?" Shaken, the boy sputtered in response. "Th-th-ata way..." He points north toward the direction of the falls.
[20:11]Syranelle Ironleaf: Hot on the trail, Mogshu stood atop his moss-covered friend and pointed exhuberantly with a paw. "Tally-ho, kupo!" He crowed as the goobbue lumbered in that direction. Sure enough, as they rounded the bend toward Apkallu Falls they caught a brief glimps of something fiery red and vibrant green. "There it goes!" Mogshu said excitedly, digging his heels into the top of The Moss' head. "Go, go, kupo!"
[20:14]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Moss trundled forward determinedly, but even the goobbue's ardent strides couldn't catch them up to their fleet-footed quarry. They came around the bend into the glade with the falls, nothing but the sound of the water to greet their ears. "Where did it go, kupo?" Mogshu peered intently at the area, looking for any clues. Again, the clover-strewn trail led right up to the water's edge. Could it be hiding behind the waterfall itself or in the water?
[20:16]Syranelle Ironleaf: With no other recourse, Mogshu dove into the waters of the falls from the top of The Moss' head. "You stay here and keep watch that he doesn't escape, kupo!" he ordered his plant-like friend. The Moss grunted and stayed put. Around and around Mogshu swam, looking for any sign of the 'leperous khan'. He thought he might run out of breath or out of pond, one or the other, but finally he came across a foot! A green-booted foot! He latched onto it with both paws, coming up for air.
[20:18]Syranelle Ironleaf: "I have you now, kupo!" he said triumphantly, hauling the booted foot up to the surface. Only... it wasn't a foot. It was just a boot. He'd been tricked! Bamboozled! Ohh, this was a tricky, tricksy foe! Mogshu took the boot with him, slogging back to the shore with The Moss as he shook out his sodden fur. "Did you see him leave?" The Moss indicated that no, he hadn't. "Where could he have gone?"
[20:23]Aldis Sigurdardottir: Stumbed, Mogshu thinks for a moment. As he stands there looking around a beam of light hits the water fall causing a rainbow prism of light to reflect off the waters. An idea comes to his head as he remembers what the young lady had first told him. "The end of the rainbow, Kupo!" He points to the waterfall. "He must have a hideout behind there, kupo!" The Moss lumbered up to the falls and stuck his head under the water. The waterfall split as the goobues massive head redirected -c-
[20:25]Aldis Sigurdardottir: the flow of water. Behind was indeed a small cave leading into a dark cavern, one unfortunately too small for the large goodbue. "Looks like I'll have to chase him alone from here, kupo." He looks at the dark opening and gulps. "Well, wish me luck, kupo!"
[20:27]Syranelle Ironleaf: Bravely, Mogshu entered the cave behind the falls. It was so small and cramped that he had to bend his pom just to fit inside. This 'leperous khan' must be a slippery creature, indeed! It was so dark in here though, how could anyone see? Sticking his tiny paws out in front of him, Mogshu made his way carefully forward. At least it was so cramped that there was no way his quarry was getting by him to escape! "Come out!" Mogshu demanded. "You're cornered!"
[20:30]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Ohoho... you think so? You think so?" replied a squeaky voice from the darkness. "How do you know? Answer my riddle and I'll tell you true, little furry-finder."
[20:35]Agnos Le'maudit: "A riddle!?" Mogshu yells in dismay. All this chasing, all this brainwork...and he has to solve a riddle now? "You know, I enjoy a good prank as much as the other, but a riddle, kupo?" He continues to push through the darkness as he speaks, as if in defiance. "Alright then," he huffs, "give me your best shot, kupo!"
[20:38]Agnos Le'maudit: "You will always find me in the past," the voice recites. Clearly practiced, Mogshu thinks. "I can be created in the present, But the future can never taint me. What am I?"
[20:39]Agnos Le'maudit: "History," Mogshu replies instantly. He'd heard this one many times before. The voice makes a noise, shocked. "Wh--? Err, what belongs to you but others use it more than you do?"
[20:40]Agnos Le'maudit: Mogshu frowns. "You said one riddle!" he calls out. "My name, the answer is my name, kupo!"
[20:44]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Very clever, very clever, indeed!" the squeaky voice continued. "Now the trapper has become the trapee!" A giggle echoed through the tiny cavern. "You've done well to get this far, but you'll never get my treasure at the end of the rainbow! It's mine, you hear? Mine!" The words echoed almost ominously around the cave, making Mogshu gulp a bit nervously. Had he finally gotten in over his pom?
[20:46]Syranelle Ironleaf: Thin, hissing breaths echoed in the cave ahead of him as he felt some kind of presence loom closer and closer. Mogshu shut his eyes tightly, "Moss! Do something!" he called to his goobbue friend. The Moss peered into the tunnel. There was really only one thing a goobbue could do. He sniffled. He snorted. And he sneezed right into the tunnel...!
[20:49]Agnos Le'maudit: Mogshu popped right out of his predicament, like a cork from a champagne bottle. Out he rocketed...right into the looming presence before him. The two collided and went tumbling, tumbling backwards! In the chaos, Mogshu managed to grab it with his little paws, feeling something...furry? Hairy? He couldn't even tell, but he had a feeling that it was the leperous khan!
[20:52]Agnos Le'maudit: "I've got you, kupo!" he shouted as they rolled right into a wall. With a grunt, his grip loosened, and the thing slipped from his grasp. But he was determined! He dove forward, tackling the thing again. The light from his pom dimly illuminated the figure he was grappling, weak shadows dancing every which way in the struggle.
[20:58]Zhan'a Rakhin: A row of teeth met his eyes, jagged and menacing in the faint glow, the breath of the creature rolling through his fur. Mogshu squinted and noted... the glow he saw was not just from his pom. But from another! "You're a moogle, kupo!" he yelled, his tiny hands clutched about the other moogle's leg. A cackle sounded through the tunnel, a laugh that sent chills down his spine. It was the Wicked Pom Witch of the West!
[21:01]Zhan'a Rakhin: But why? How could it be? From the scent of rhubarb, he could only assume that the vague red blotches on the Pom Witch's fur were from a rather delightful pie. And her hat was a very fetching shade of green... "The Pom Witch is the leperous khan?" Knowing what he must do, the moogle held fast to the Witch's foot as she flew deeper into the tunnel, cackling all the way.
[21:03]Syranelle Ironleaf: Clinging on for dear life with one paw, Mogshu gripped his bulbous nose with the other. He dearly hated the smell of rhubarb. The Pom Witch flew deeper into the cave, "I knew someone would be foolish enough to fall for that 'treasure at the end of the rainbow' nonsense, but I never thought it would be /you/, Special Pomvestigator Mogshu!" the witch cackled. "Now to get my revenge!" Wait, what? Revenge? Revenge for what? Mogshu had to think on that one.
[21:06]Syranelle Ironleaf: "For all the times you made fun of my very fetching hat!" Indeed, it was a very fetching hat, although it was probably five times too big for the Moogle that wore it. It draped down the Pom Witch's back almost like a cape, the pointed cap almost as tall as she was! "I would... I would never make fun of that..." Mogshu said, though he had to let go of his nose to clap a paw over his mouth to keep from laughing. Ugh, the smell of rhubarb nearly made him ill!
[21:09]Agnos Le'maudit: "Deny all you like, but I've heard the words from your very mouth!" Before Mogshu could respond, a wave of light hit him, and the cavern opened up. Mogshu was blinded for a brief moment, feeling himself get thrown into something just before he got his sight back. It was a pile of...!? Wait, no, they were just stuffed toys.
[21:13]Agnos Le'maudit: Mogshu flapped his little wings to get up, but witch had a wand pointed at him. With a wave, Mogshu found that he was bound, stuck sitting with the stuffed toys and at the mercy of the witch. He stared at her defiantly, almost daring her to speak. Or perhaps because it was the overpowering smell of rhubarb that was making him put on that expression.
[21:15]Agnos Le'maudit: "Welcome, Pomvestigator," the witch crowed. "How I've waited for this day! Oh, sweet, sweet revenge, kupo! Good luck getting out of this one, Pomvestigator, you--"
[21:15]Agnos Le'maudit: "Is this really your revenge scheme?" Mogshu asked, half-earnest. "Monologuing at me, kupo?"
[21:16]Agnos Le'maudit: "Silence!" the Wicked Witch screeched, bapping him over the head with her wand. Huffily, she
flew over to a set of doors and threw them open, revealing....more oversized clothes! "Wait," the witch muttered to herself, "wrong door, kupo..."
[21:20]Zhan'a Rakhin: However, while she was already there, the Pom Witch chose a matching green scarf and tossed it around her furry... neck. Or what one would consider a neck on the fluffy figure of a moogle. She closed the door and then went to the next, throwing it open with as much dramatic flair as she had the last. Mogshu squinted at the darkness before realizing that what lay beyond was a single stool on a stage.
[21:23]Zhan'a Rakhin: The Pom Witch floated onto the stool and cleared her throat, grinning. "Now I shall monologue you and the plushes into utter boredom! For how dare you mock the Pom Witch's magnificent wardrobe! Before I am finished with you, I-" As she continued on, Mogshu took account of his surroundings. The good thing about a good monologue was that the hero could do pretty much whatever he wanted during that time. Those were the rules. Before he could move, however, something grabbed his paw…
[21:26]Syranelle Ironleaf: There, among the plushes, was a goblin! The creature looked somewhat tired and a little bit starved (it was hard to tell with goblins and their funny masks) but he seemed none the worse for wear. "Give you much jinglyshine, furryfuzz, if there is helpings to leaving!" Mogshu pat the goblin comfortingly. "Never to fear, kupo! Special Pomvestigator Mogshu is on the case! Say, you wouldn't happen to have something to cut these ropes, would you?"
[21:28]Syranelle Ironleaf: The goblin produced a tool that looked like part wine cork, part screwdriver, part pinwheel, and part pocket knife. He used it to cut through the ropes, shuffling his feet nervously. Ahead of them, the Pom Witch continued her tirade. "...and never will a fashonista such as I have to endure the mindless opinions of the unwashed and stylistically challenged...!" Nope, nothing interesting to see there. But, Mogshu was free and that was the important part!
[21:33]Agnos Le'maudit: "Thanks, friend!" Mogshu hushed before flying into the air. "Pom Witch--" "Wicked Pom Witch of the West!" the witch corrected him, "and get back in your seat!" She waved her wand again, but Mogshu dodged her spell this time! "Wicked Pom Witch of the West, your flamboyance and narcissism has gone on long enough, kupo!" He wrinkled his nose, getting a strong whiff of rhubarb again. "Speaking of unwashed..."
[21:36]Agnos Le'maudit: "That hurts, kupo," the witch sulked. "I'm just trying to have a good time, and I'm feeling so attacked right now, kupo. I just want to wear things that make me feel cool, and have people listen to me, and you know what, kupo!? Yes, I rolled in some rhubarb trying to escape from you, kupo! I know how much you hate it!"
[21:38]Agnos Le'maudit: "Don't blame me, kupo!" Mogshu huffed. "So you want people to like you, I understand! But binding me? Keeping this goblin here against their will, kupo? This is not...this isn't right!"
[21:43]Zhan'a Rakhin: For a moment, the Pom Witch looked appropriately ashamed of herself. "True, that goblin did only just wander in through no fault of its own..." She pointed to the tunnel. "You, scram, kupo." As the gobbie scrambled for the exit, Mogshu watched his handiwork with pride. Unfortunately, this meant he did not see the witch's next attack. The pomvestigator was suddenly in a vat of rhubarb jam?
[21:46]Zhan'a Rakhin: "I have won! There is no escape any longer!" the Pom Witch yelled. Mogshu flailed in a sudden bout of panic, but calmed. It was only jam, despite the foul smell. Then, he could hear the sound of heavy footfalls through the witch's continued monologue. The Moss! Mogshu whistled as loudly as he could muster, and with a roar the goobue's arm came crashing through the ceiling.
[21:49]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Pom Witch was caught up by The Moss, making her scream in terror...mostly about the wrinkles in her dress and the dent in her hat. Once he had her safely tucked under one arm, the Moss fished Mogshu out of the jam. He gave the moogle an inquisitive sniff before giving him a long, slow lick. Eugh, goobbue slobber. The Moss continued to lick Mogshu until the Special Pomvestigator was free of the jam, albeit sodden all over again.
[21:51]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Well, my fine, leafy friend, another investigation successfully concluded! We've apprehended our quarry and freed her prisoners! Maybe she'll make some new friends in gaol, that might help her disposition some." And so it was that they returned to the Pomvestigator's office, after dropping off the Pom Witch to the Adders to be dealt with.
[21:52]Syranelle Ironleaf: "I'll get you next time, Mogshu!" the witch screamed as they carried her off. "You and your little goobbue! Wait, no... I look terrible in stripes! Nooooooo....!" was the last wail they heard before she was gone.
[19:10]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Our story begins with our favorite Pomvestigator Mogshu! He's been quite industrious lately, but strange happenings have been going on in the Shroud and his ears have been bent toward rumors of some strange creature roaming beneath the canopy. People say that this creature is difficult to catch and hard to glimpse, but our good Pomvestigator is never daunted!"
[19:12]Syranelle Ironleaf: "The rumors bespoke of a small creature with bright red hair and garments of all green. People murmured that it was called a 'leperous khan' or... something of that sort. Pomvestigator Mogshu, still undaunted, held no fear of this bizarre set of circumstances and set forth to conduct yet another brilliant investigation!"
[19:16]Syranelle Ironleaf: First things first, Mogshu decided. He went to the last known sighting of this 'leperous khan' which was at the Stillglade Fane. Away Mogshu went to the humble little glade of the Conjurers where he began to make his first inquiries. A young, distraught conjurer girl caught his eye so he flapped over and asked his first questions.
[19:19]Syranelle Ironleaf: "You there, Miss! Could you tell me what's bothering you so, kupo?" Mogshu asked, trying to put a note of concern in his voice. The young woman wrung her hands, twining her robe about them in her worry. "I saw a terrible little imp, I'm quite sure of it! It was green and had hair like flames! It cackled and capered around me, squalling something about treasure at the end of the rainbow! I don't even know what that means...!" She sobbed, dramatically.
[19:24]Karaan Nolan: Mogshu tilts his head and blinks at the strange description of the creature. "Are you sure, Kupo?" The young woman nods in shock and points in direction of the Black Shroud."It went that way! Screaming and Swearing at everything!" She exclaims herself. Moghsu puts his finger and whistle for his faithful assistant for this mission. A big gobbue bursts through the tree and stops near the flying Moogle, hiding his identity with his little mask. "Mysterious Kupo-Friend, we needs to go deeper -c-
[19:26]Karaan Nolan: into the Shroud." Mogshu lands on the shoulder the Gobbue and walks in the direction of the woman points. The Pomvestigator keeps his eyes open, using the the height to scout the area, making sure to ask his friend not to step on anything that would trouble people or animals in the region. "So...the strange creature lives at the end of rainbow."
[19:29]Syranelle Ironleaf: Now, thus armed with his side-kick, The Moss, Mogshu searched the area high and low for any signs of a clue. And... a clue did he find! A strange patch of clover was growing in the shade of the trees, that seemed to form a path of sorts out of the Fane and into Gridania proper. "Oh, goodness, kupo, if that thing is loose in the city there's no telling what kind of havoc it might cause!" The Moss grunted in agreement and the great goobbue lumbered off, following the strange clovers.
[19:31]Syranelle Ironleaf: They were led outward into Gridania, the path hooking back around to the Botanist's Guild. Mogshu inquired with them and, sure enough, he received reports of the strange 'leperous khan'. Again, descriptions of a green-clad, fiery-haired imp were reported and Mogshu became certain that they were on the trail of some new, hideous voidsent! "This cannot stand, kupo!" he said to The Moss, "It simply cannot!"
[19:38]Aldis Sigurdardottir: They pick up the trail of the clovers leading farther into Gridania, and as they neared the carpenters guildhall, they heard a ruckus scream coming from the tavern. They raced off towards it expecting to find the fiend attacking the people of Gridania. What they found though surprised them greatly. They were not screams of terror, but ones of delight! "What is all this, Kupo!" Mogshu rubbed is eyes and gazed again at the scene.
[19:41]Aldis Sigurdardottir: They little green clad creature, smelling soundly of wine, was dancing around from table to table casting magic from his hands and lighting his own hair on fire before putting it out again with a quick water spell. The patrons were laughing in delight as he danced from table to table casting his spells and singing an odd little tune in a high pitched voice....
[19:44]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirash life fer me...!" The little fellow slurred as he wobbled and wiggled all around. Upon closer inspection, though, Mogshu came to realize that this wasn't an imp at all. Not even the ghost of a void-sent! The creature they were pursuing so adamantly was nothing more than a drunken lalafell. "Fiddle-de-dee, shome kinda lyricsh... a pirash life fer me..." Mogshu seemed quite disappointed this was the case. His special Pomvestigator skills would be wasted on this!
[19:46]Syranelle Ironleaf: He sighed lamentedly, flopping on top of the Moss's head disconsolately. "Well, what do we do now, kupo?" The Moss grunted, lumbering back and forth across the doorway to the Carline Canopy, it would be rude of a creature of his size to go in. The drunken lalafell got up onto one of the tables, shimmying and dancing in a display of the worst kind of dancing, if it could even be called dancing. Mogshu groaned, covering his face with both paws. "Oh, the indignity of it all, kupo!"
[19:52]Karaan Nolan: Moghsu studies the lalafell dancing ritual and blinks." Moss, do you think that this ...man of a Lalafell is trying to seduce a few of the patron in the Canopy. The Pomvestigator sighs and flies inside the Canopy, keeping his detective skills on alert, wondering if the drunken lalafell was just an act to disturb the investigator. The Drunken fellow stumbles off the table and walks near the counter, odering more of ale and hard liquor. It is then, that Mogshu and a few of the patron inside the -c
[19:53]Karaan Nolan: see a small chest filled with gil and ruby being pulls out of his pocket. The Druken Lalafell pays his due and drags his new treasure back to a table, starting to drink more and enjoys the company of a few new friends, who seems to have gain interest in this little person.
[19:56]Syranelle Ironleaf: More than a few people eyed the drunken lalafell's treasure covetously; it would be an easy thing to steal from someone so drunk. However, Mother Miounne would likely not appreciate such trouble brought to the Canopy, so her presence lent them pause. As everyone began to stare at the lalafell, Mogshu took it upon himself to do likewise. It was then he noticed that the lalafell in question wasn't /quite/ an exact match for his perpetrator.
[19:58]Syranelle Ironleaf: The lalafell had more strawberry-blond hair than fiery red. And while his shirt was green, the rest of his outfit was not. The conjurer and the botanist had both agreed: fiery red hair and an outfit of ALL green. Could it be this was /not/ his quarry? The game was, once again, afoot! Mogshu scurried out to The Moss, his goobbue friend outside. "We've been misled and our quarry gone astray, kupo! We must find the trail again before it goes completely cold!"
[20:03]Aldis Sigurdardottir: Mogshu and The Moss return the the last location they had followed the clovers to before getting distracted by the screams. Once back by the carpenters guild they noticed the trail did not lead to the tavern but towards north towards the leatherworks. "Ah ha! Kupo. We must not allow it to thwart us again." He climbed back ontoThe Moss' shoulder and they raced north on the trail once more.
[20:09]Aldis Sigurdardottir: As they neared the bridge to the leatherworks they happened upon a you elezen with a frightened look on his face. "Young lad, did you see a strange creature wonder this way, kupo?" Shaken, the boy sputtered in response. "Th-th-ata way..." He points north toward the direction of the falls.
[20:11]Syranelle Ironleaf: Hot on the trail, Mogshu stood atop his moss-covered friend and pointed exhuberantly with a paw. "Tally-ho, kupo!" He crowed as the goobbue lumbered in that direction. Sure enough, as they rounded the bend toward Apkallu Falls they caught a brief glimps of something fiery red and vibrant green. "There it goes!" Mogshu said excitedly, digging his heels into the top of The Moss' head. "Go, go, kupo!"
[20:14]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Moss trundled forward determinedly, but even the goobbue's ardent strides couldn't catch them up to their fleet-footed quarry. They came around the bend into the glade with the falls, nothing but the sound of the water to greet their ears. "Where did it go, kupo?" Mogshu peered intently at the area, looking for any clues. Again, the clover-strewn trail led right up to the water's edge. Could it be hiding behind the waterfall itself or in the water?
[20:16]Syranelle Ironleaf: With no other recourse, Mogshu dove into the waters of the falls from the top of The Moss' head. "You stay here and keep watch that he doesn't escape, kupo!" he ordered his plant-like friend. The Moss grunted and stayed put. Around and around Mogshu swam, looking for any sign of the 'leperous khan'. He thought he might run out of breath or out of pond, one or the other, but finally he came across a foot! A green-booted foot! He latched onto it with both paws, coming up for air.
[20:18]Syranelle Ironleaf: "I have you now, kupo!" he said triumphantly, hauling the booted foot up to the surface. Only... it wasn't a foot. It was just a boot. He'd been tricked! Bamboozled! Ohh, this was a tricky, tricksy foe! Mogshu took the boot with him, slogging back to the shore with The Moss as he shook out his sodden fur. "Did you see him leave?" The Moss indicated that no, he hadn't. "Where could he have gone?"
[20:23]Aldis Sigurdardottir: Stumbed, Mogshu thinks for a moment. As he stands there looking around a beam of light hits the water fall causing a rainbow prism of light to reflect off the waters. An idea comes to his head as he remembers what the young lady had first told him. "The end of the rainbow, Kupo!" He points to the waterfall. "He must have a hideout behind there, kupo!" The Moss lumbered up to the falls and stuck his head under the water. The waterfall split as the goobues massive head redirected -c-
[20:25]Aldis Sigurdardottir: the flow of water. Behind was indeed a small cave leading into a dark cavern, one unfortunately too small for the large goodbue. "Looks like I'll have to chase him alone from here, kupo." He looks at the dark opening and gulps. "Well, wish me luck, kupo!"
[20:27]Syranelle Ironleaf: Bravely, Mogshu entered the cave behind the falls. It was so small and cramped that he had to bend his pom just to fit inside. This 'leperous khan' must be a slippery creature, indeed! It was so dark in here though, how could anyone see? Sticking his tiny paws out in front of him, Mogshu made his way carefully forward. At least it was so cramped that there was no way his quarry was getting by him to escape! "Come out!" Mogshu demanded. "You're cornered!"
[20:30]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Ohoho... you think so? You think so?" replied a squeaky voice from the darkness. "How do you know? Answer my riddle and I'll tell you true, little furry-finder."
[20:35]Agnos Le'maudit: "A riddle!?" Mogshu yells in dismay. All this chasing, all this brainwork...and he has to solve a riddle now? "You know, I enjoy a good prank as much as the other, but a riddle, kupo?" He continues to push through the darkness as he speaks, as if in defiance. "Alright then," he huffs, "give me your best shot, kupo!"
[20:38]Agnos Le'maudit: "You will always find me in the past," the voice recites. Clearly practiced, Mogshu thinks. "I can be created in the present, But the future can never taint me. What am I?"
[20:39]Agnos Le'maudit: "History," Mogshu replies instantly. He'd heard this one many times before. The voice makes a noise, shocked. "Wh--? Err, what belongs to you but others use it more than you do?"
[20:40]Agnos Le'maudit: Mogshu frowns. "You said one riddle!" he calls out. "My name, the answer is my name, kupo!"
[20:44]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Very clever, very clever, indeed!" the squeaky voice continued. "Now the trapper has become the trapee!" A giggle echoed through the tiny cavern. "You've done well to get this far, but you'll never get my treasure at the end of the rainbow! It's mine, you hear? Mine!" The words echoed almost ominously around the cave, making Mogshu gulp a bit nervously. Had he finally gotten in over his pom?
[20:46]Syranelle Ironleaf: Thin, hissing breaths echoed in the cave ahead of him as he felt some kind of presence loom closer and closer. Mogshu shut his eyes tightly, "Moss! Do something!" he called to his goobbue friend. The Moss peered into the tunnel. There was really only one thing a goobbue could do. He sniffled. He snorted. And he sneezed right into the tunnel...!
[20:49]Agnos Le'maudit: Mogshu popped right out of his predicament, like a cork from a champagne bottle. Out he rocketed...right into the looming presence before him. The two collided and went tumbling, tumbling backwards! In the chaos, Mogshu managed to grab it with his little paws, feeling something...furry? Hairy? He couldn't even tell, but he had a feeling that it was the leperous khan!
[20:52]Agnos Le'maudit: "I've got you, kupo!" he shouted as they rolled right into a wall. With a grunt, his grip loosened, and the thing slipped from his grasp. But he was determined! He dove forward, tackling the thing again. The light from his pom dimly illuminated the figure he was grappling, weak shadows dancing every which way in the struggle.
[20:58]Zhan'a Rakhin: A row of teeth met his eyes, jagged and menacing in the faint glow, the breath of the creature rolling through his fur. Mogshu squinted and noted... the glow he saw was not just from his pom. But from another! "You're a moogle, kupo!" he yelled, his tiny hands clutched about the other moogle's leg. A cackle sounded through the tunnel, a laugh that sent chills down his spine. It was the Wicked Pom Witch of the West!
[21:01]Zhan'a Rakhin: But why? How could it be? From the scent of rhubarb, he could only assume that the vague red blotches on the Pom Witch's fur were from a rather delightful pie. And her hat was a very fetching shade of green... "The Pom Witch is the leperous khan?" Knowing what he must do, the moogle held fast to the Witch's foot as she flew deeper into the tunnel, cackling all the way.
[21:03]Syranelle Ironleaf: Clinging on for dear life with one paw, Mogshu gripped his bulbous nose with the other. He dearly hated the smell of rhubarb. The Pom Witch flew deeper into the cave, "I knew someone would be foolish enough to fall for that 'treasure at the end of the rainbow' nonsense, but I never thought it would be /you/, Special Pomvestigator Mogshu!" the witch cackled. "Now to get my revenge!" Wait, what? Revenge? Revenge for what? Mogshu had to think on that one.
[21:06]Syranelle Ironleaf: "For all the times you made fun of my very fetching hat!" Indeed, it was a very fetching hat, although it was probably five times too big for the Moogle that wore it. It draped down the Pom Witch's back almost like a cape, the pointed cap almost as tall as she was! "I would... I would never make fun of that..." Mogshu said, though he had to let go of his nose to clap a paw over his mouth to keep from laughing. Ugh, the smell of rhubarb nearly made him ill!
[21:09]Agnos Le'maudit: "Deny all you like, but I've heard the words from your very mouth!" Before Mogshu could respond, a wave of light hit him, and the cavern opened up. Mogshu was blinded for a brief moment, feeling himself get thrown into something just before he got his sight back. It was a pile of...!? Wait, no, they were just stuffed toys.
[21:13]Agnos Le'maudit: Mogshu flapped his little wings to get up, but witch had a wand pointed at him. With a wave, Mogshu found that he was bound, stuck sitting with the stuffed toys and at the mercy of the witch. He stared at her defiantly, almost daring her to speak. Or perhaps because it was the overpowering smell of rhubarb that was making him put on that expression.
[21:15]Agnos Le'maudit: "Welcome, Pomvestigator," the witch crowed. "How I've waited for this day! Oh, sweet, sweet revenge, kupo! Good luck getting out of this one, Pomvestigator, you--"
[21:15]Agnos Le'maudit: "Is this really your revenge scheme?" Mogshu asked, half-earnest. "Monologuing at me, kupo?"
[21:16]Agnos Le'maudit: "Silence!" the Wicked Witch screeched, bapping him over the head with her wand. Huffily, she
flew over to a set of doors and threw them open, revealing....more oversized clothes! "Wait," the witch muttered to herself, "wrong door, kupo..."
[21:20]Zhan'a Rakhin: However, while she was already there, the Pom Witch chose a matching green scarf and tossed it around her furry... neck. Or what one would consider a neck on the fluffy figure of a moogle. She closed the door and then went to the next, throwing it open with as much dramatic flair as she had the last. Mogshu squinted at the darkness before realizing that what lay beyond was a single stool on a stage.
[21:23]Zhan'a Rakhin: The Pom Witch floated onto the stool and cleared her throat, grinning. "Now I shall monologue you and the plushes into utter boredom! For how dare you mock the Pom Witch's magnificent wardrobe! Before I am finished with you, I-" As she continued on, Mogshu took account of his surroundings. The good thing about a good monologue was that the hero could do pretty much whatever he wanted during that time. Those were the rules. Before he could move, however, something grabbed his paw…
[21:26]Syranelle Ironleaf: There, among the plushes, was a goblin! The creature looked somewhat tired and a little bit starved (it was hard to tell with goblins and their funny masks) but he seemed none the worse for wear. "Give you much jinglyshine, furryfuzz, if there is helpings to leaving!" Mogshu pat the goblin comfortingly. "Never to fear, kupo! Special Pomvestigator Mogshu is on the case! Say, you wouldn't happen to have something to cut these ropes, would you?"
[21:28]Syranelle Ironleaf: The goblin produced a tool that looked like part wine cork, part screwdriver, part pinwheel, and part pocket knife. He used it to cut through the ropes, shuffling his feet nervously. Ahead of them, the Pom Witch continued her tirade. "...and never will a fashonista such as I have to endure the mindless opinions of the unwashed and stylistically challenged...!" Nope, nothing interesting to see there. But, Mogshu was free and that was the important part!
[21:33]Agnos Le'maudit: "Thanks, friend!" Mogshu hushed before flying into the air. "Pom Witch--" "Wicked Pom Witch of the West!" the witch corrected him, "and get back in your seat!" She waved her wand again, but Mogshu dodged her spell this time! "Wicked Pom Witch of the West, your flamboyance and narcissism has gone on long enough, kupo!" He wrinkled his nose, getting a strong whiff of rhubarb again. "Speaking of unwashed..."
[21:36]Agnos Le'maudit: "That hurts, kupo," the witch sulked. "I'm just trying to have a good time, and I'm feeling so attacked right now, kupo. I just want to wear things that make me feel cool, and have people listen to me, and you know what, kupo!? Yes, I rolled in some rhubarb trying to escape from you, kupo! I know how much you hate it!"
[21:38]Agnos Le'maudit: "Don't blame me, kupo!" Mogshu huffed. "So you want people to like you, I understand! But binding me? Keeping this goblin here against their will, kupo? This is not...this isn't right!"
[21:43]Zhan'a Rakhin: For a moment, the Pom Witch looked appropriately ashamed of herself. "True, that goblin did only just wander in through no fault of its own..." She pointed to the tunnel. "You, scram, kupo." As the gobbie scrambled for the exit, Mogshu watched his handiwork with pride. Unfortunately, this meant he did not see the witch's next attack. The pomvestigator was suddenly in a vat of rhubarb jam?
[21:46]Zhan'a Rakhin: "I have won! There is no escape any longer!" the Pom Witch yelled. Mogshu flailed in a sudden bout of panic, but calmed. It was only jam, despite the foul smell. Then, he could hear the sound of heavy footfalls through the witch's continued monologue. The Moss! Mogshu whistled as loudly as he could muster, and with a roar the goobue's arm came crashing through the ceiling.
[21:49]Syranelle Ironleaf: The Pom Witch was caught up by The Moss, making her scream in terror...mostly about the wrinkles in her dress and the dent in her hat. Once he had her safely tucked under one arm, the Moss fished Mogshu out of the jam. He gave the moogle an inquisitive sniff before giving him a long, slow lick. Eugh, goobbue slobber. The Moss continued to lick Mogshu until the Special Pomvestigator was free of the jam, albeit sodden all over again.
[21:51]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Well, my fine, leafy friend, another investigation successfully concluded! We've apprehended our quarry and freed her prisoners! Maybe she'll make some new friends in gaol, that might help her disposition some." And so it was that they returned to the Pomvestigator's office, after dropping off the Pom Witch to the Adders to be dealt with.
[21:52]Syranelle Ironleaf: "I'll get you next time, Mogshu!" the witch screamed as they carried her off. "You and your little goobbue! Wait, no... I look terrible in stripes! Nooooooo....!" was the last wail they heard before she was gone.
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