(no subject)
If you've had the misfortune to be outside in the recent weather, you may have noticed that a certain Dragonlord has shaped himself a temporary residence of snow and sorcery near the edge of the forest; not to the standards of Castle Black, perhaps, but suitable enough for the moment.
Those near it at the moment can hear the whistling sound of a cabin plummeting from the sky to crush this residence flat, before rising to hover exactly seventeen inches off the ground; the peak of the roof can be seen above the snowdrifts.
Seconds later, a sign follows the cabin, embedding itself in the snow outside. It reads "Cabin Clear: Beds Available."
This may, perhaps, be worthy of investigation; alternately, you may wish to render the cabin's first occupant medical assistance.
((OOC: Room for six characters; Morrolan has the counselor's bed.
ETA: IT'S PEANUT BUTTER BOSSFIGHT TIME, will be massively slowing down but all old and new threads will be continued.))
Those near it at the moment can hear the whistling sound of a cabin plummeting from the sky to crush this residence flat, before rising to hover exactly seventeen inches off the ground; the peak of the roof can be seen above the snowdrifts.
Seconds later, a sign follows the cabin, embedding itself in the snow outside. It reads "Cabin Clear: Beds Available."
This may, perhaps, be worthy of investigation; alternately, you may wish to render the cabin's first occupant medical assistance.
((OOC: Room for six characters; Morrolan has the counselor's bed.
ETA: IT'S PEANUT BUTTER BOSSFIGHT TIME, will be massively slowing down but all old and new threads will be continued.))