#baronyofthesilverwolf

A grunt, and she nods to Gwen.

Art is examining the distant beast, quiet.

Gwen takes a risk, and lets her sorrow over Chuck's loss invade her "I miss Chuck... and I know it's over, and he's moved on, and I have to too, but I miss him, and I miss having a boyfriend and sometimes I worry I'm never really going to have that sort of feeling again" She lets her sorrow and gloom become visible

Briar squints. "Why the hell are you moanin' and bitching about that now?!"

Art blinks, and hesitantly, adds, "I am but a squire and of no import. No one has any particular use for me, and I am neither strong nor skilled in useful magics. I am not useful, and am incompetent, weak, and a burden on the party."

Wisps of the miasma grow stronger and cling to the two, and in the distance, the wyrm begins to turn in their direction.

Scowl.

"All of my friends wanna talk about their murtherfurbin' feeeelings and I have to put aside MAKING stuff to deal with messy emotional crap!"

The wisps don't seem to respond to Thistle.

Gwen tries to hold on, says "Okay, Thistle, Briar.... Madern... lead art and I to the steel mill"

She does sigh though What IF she never knows love again?

Art plods along dejectedly.

"Dammit, if y'wanted angst, y'needed me last summer. Or before Art got back."

Gwen reminsesis "I kind of hate his new girl friend and I 'm sure she's wonderful." A pout "He'll kiss her like he used to kiss me"

The roiling clouds are drifting their way, but very, very slowly.

Ernie guides Art and Gwen along. He sees what they're getting at so he doens't take them too fast

Harrumph.

"I'm worried about not being good enough."

Ernie blinks "So... I'm the designated driver on this one? Okkaay"

Snakey tendrils whip around the cloud, as it picks up momentum.

Gwen sighs "I'm not good enough. I'll never be as good as either of the thanes at combat, and ... people think i'm boring. Maybe Chuck left me because I was boring? Maybe college was just a nice way to hide the real reason? " okay, that's worrying! Illogical, but worrying

"Picking up the pace" Ernie says "Briar, help me pull them along"

Briar SCOWLS, balls her hands into fists, and shouts, "I'M JUST A STUPID KID!"

Oh, now it's rolling their way! Fast.

"Oh here we go" Ernie gulps and says "To the mill pronto"

"Thank fifteen furkin' deities..."

Gwen picks up the pace.. half heartedly I'm gonna be a lonely old lady with cats... I don't even LIKE cats that much and I'm gonna be stuck with them

"AIn't it sweet?"

Wide, open windows with cracked or missing panes of glass let in sunlight -such as there is. The inside of the building is soaked in dim corners and dull lighting from the sullen, sepia tainted rays that make in through.

"It's ugly" gwen says not seeing the appeal "But how can we help you use it?"

The windows start to rattle as clouds darken on the outside of the building, and the miasma surrounds the steel mill - which the Adventurers are now inside of.

They have a little time, but the beast grows near.

Briar puffs her chest and squares up, fists raised, ready to fight.

"A thought?"

Mad Ernie looks up "What?"

"Angst feeds it - so happy care-bear shit oughtta weken it."

She tromps ahead, towards the rusty crucible.

"I serve a house of vengeance?" Gwen reminds

"And Briar .. uhm.. she's not a cuddler" Gladiola adds

Gladiola knows, as a member of House Dairraen, that the smog that surrounds them is not just chimerical gloom, but also has the feel of a rather unpleasant poison. Luckily, they are protected. For now.

If she can just turn the thing UPRIGHT...

"YO! Balboa!"

"Like a poison... not chicanery, I... " She turns "I guess it beats Shamu. What do you need?"

"I need brawn! Y'still might need a lever."

Citrine buzzes about, and finds a long steel rod/beam that is mostly intact. Though, her wings droop even as she perches on it.

"Good idea" to both and she grabs the beam and heads wherever the nocker points

And when it becomes apparent the crucible is needed up right, she gets to work

"mmmph" She puts her weight into it if she can as she strains a bit "Heavy" She admits "Thistle, am I positioning this lever for maximum effect?"