Welcome, to our Abbey!

[Søren]

OOC: Please do.
BIC:
Nero was walking down the lonely hall. No one in sight. Quietly, he sneaked in and up a stairwell. Not knowing where it leads, he continued up, ever alert.

[Dannflor]

OOC: Ok breath hi I'm here gasp Where do I fit in?

[Søren]

OOC:I don't know, I suppose just jump in.
BIC:
Nero tried to open the door at the top of the stairwell. It slowly creaked open. Quietly, he slipped in. He was treated by a sight of a long hallway.
This must be the dormitories. He though to himself.
He didn't want to make his presence known until he had laid the groundwork. He decided he needed somewhere to hide for a few  minutes. He snuck into an empty room and sat.

[Lady Amber]

Arlane sat down on the wall top, tossing her dagger into the air and catching it as it came falling down.
OOC: So have the Flitchaye gone for good, or are we gonna go through with the plan?

[Izeroth]

OOC:  I stole the Sword of Martin. Shouldn't you all be panicking right now?

[Lady Amber]

OOC: Some of us don't know, although Ashenwyte knows, so he should probably tell the Abbot. Also, where is Scartooth?

[Izeroth]

OOC: He already told the abbot..

[Lady Amber]

OOC: When?

[Izeroth]

OOC: As he was chasing me through the building. 

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Ashenwyte tromped off tot he infirmary to get his wounds treated.

[Hickory]

Asher was just returning home when he heard the distinct crashing through the undergrowth. Peering out between two bushes, he noticed the stoat, Gridjaw, making his way across the forest with the sword of Martin. Asher stepped out, notched an arrow to his bowstring, pointed it at the stoat's throat, and said, "One step further into this forest, and your neck will bloody this arrow. Hand the sword over."

[Dannflor]

OOC: So How?

[Søren]

OOC: So How?

OOC: Just start. Like, maybe your charicter walking up to the abbey or something like that

[Dannflor]

OOC: Ok I'm gonna read it all first!

[LT Sandpaw]

  Following the abbey dwellers into the building itself Casta was surprised by the height of the distance roof. Trotting to catch up with the Abbot, Casta pointed at the massive tapestry.
"Who's that mouse abbot?" He asked.