[Nexus] Good League of Good LV: Witty Title And/Or Song Reference

[Murkus]

Toby, the small boy by the main cabin, glances around at everyone, especially those who've just showed up.

"You guys sure get a lot of visitors." He remarks to no one in particular.

[lord pringle]

Are y-y-y-you t-t-t-trying to j-j-j-join? Claire asks.

[Morty]

No. But I wish to speak to your superior nonetheless. I represent the Churhc of Perun... of which you probably haven't heard.

[lord pringle]

No. But I wish to speak to your superior nonetheless. I represent the Churhc of Perun... of which you probably haven't heard.

((the churhc?))
C-C-C-Can't say I hav-v-v-ve

[Morty]

I thought so. But I would like to talk to your leaders or similar authority figures all the same.

[lord pringle]

I-I-I-I c-c-c-can't s-s-s-say I kn-kn-kn-know who's in charge. Claire admits

[Morty]

The man's expression turns to irritation. Then may I explore the premises and find them myself?

[lord pringle]

The man's expression turns to irritation. Then may I explore the premises and find them myself?

S-S-S-Sure... I'll f-f-f-follow you though.

[Morty]

Fine. This is just simple caution, after all. The inquisitor begins to wander the campsite, looking for anyone who looks like he or she might be in charge.

[lord pringle]

Claire follows playing on her flute

[The Bushranger]

Claire knows Quinn! She's in charge, sort-of.
Quinn now undeadtimes in the Infirmary, leaves a note for Toby saying she's going to go find Susan, and heads out, looking around the campsite.

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Zamira chuckles, and nods. "Sounds good."

Shrike chuckles, gives Zamira a peck on the cheek, and turns to go back inside their cabin to put on her swimsuit.

[iElf]

Nicola is wandering around looking also for some one who is in charge

[lord pringle]

Claire ditches the march and runs up to Quinn. With love cookies.

[Morty]

The inquisitor is still looking for someone who might be in charge.

[The Bushranger]

Quinn, remains popular. [/KennyMayne]

Spotting Claire, she smiles broadly. "Hi Claire! Whats up?" she asks, not spotting any of the new people yet. Although they might spot here.

Since she's...third in charge? Fourth? And the only one around at the moment.

[Morty]

The inquisitor approaches Quinn and bows. Excuse me, madam, but are you an authority figure of this organization?

[iElf]

The inquisitor approaches Quinn and bows. Excuse me, madam, but are you an authority figure of this organization?

Nicola, a woman in her late teens/early twenties looks across at them , eagerly awaiting the answer

[happyturtle]

There's a 60 foot (18 meter) half-dragon dire rancor beast sitting in the clearing. Maybe he's in charge!

Roxie scritches his ears. "How you doing there, big boy? Ready to go home, or do you want to play outside longer?"

[The Bushranger]

Quinn smiles a bit, and nods respectfully to the inquisitor, whose appearance was unexpected. "Indeed I am, well fairly much, anyway. Welcome to the Good League of Good. Can I help you with something?"

She smiles at Claire, and the rancor gets a odd look, but as long as there's a pixie sitting on his head, Quinn's cool with him.

[Morty]

Uh, first, is that a monster I see over there? The inquisitor appears startled for the first time since coming to the Nexus.

[The Bushranger]

"Yes, it is," Quinn says matter-of-factly. "However I think he's tame. See the pixie on his head?" She points.

Quinn has special pixie vision!

[Morty]

I'll have to trust you on this, then. I came here on a monster hunt myself, and I am afraid the monster I am hunting is said to have some ties to your organization.

[Ashen Lilies]

There's a 60 foot (18 meter) half-dragon dire rancor beast sitting in the clearing. Maybe he's in charge!

Roxie scritches his ears. "How you doing there, big boy? Ready to go home, or do you want to play outside longer?"

Oh hey the rancor beast is a member. I think. Why else would he be here.
Jazirian finds the presence of such a thing somewhat embarrasing. I mean honestly, some dragons...

[The Bushranger]

Both Quinn's eyebrows raise at hearing that.
Then she narrows her eyes.
"If you're here about my fiancé, let me tell you what happened to the last type who came here wanting to take him away from me..."

[Morty]

The inquisitor's eyes narrow. Well, that depends. Is your fiance a red-eyed, scarred, armored, sword-wielding human?

[iElf]

Quinn smiles a bit, and nods respectfully to the inquisitor, whose appearance was unexpected. "Indeed I am, well fairly much, anyway. Welcome to the Good League of Good. Can I help you with something?"

She smiles at Claire, and the rancor gets a odd look, but as long as there's a pixie sitting on his head, Quinn's cool with him.

nicola sighs in relief ,and approaches her . she has short black hair, green eyes, and wears a neo Victorian style dress, taht looks slightly tatters, and is ripped in a few places

[The Bushranger]

"...no." Quinn sighs a bit in relief. "He's not. And I can't say I've seen anybody meeting that description either."

Nicola gets a calm, reassuring smile as she approaches.

[Morty]

No? I am told the monster I seek was affiliated with this very organization and rescued by its members after the first attempt at capturing it. I was a long time ago, however.

[UncleWolf]

There's a 60 foot (18 meter) half-dragon dire rancor beast sitting in the clearing. Maybe he's in charge!

Roxie scritches his ears. "How you doing there, big boy? Ready to go home, or do you want to play outside longer?"

Fluffy gives a pleased growl at the ear scratchings and whimpers a bit. He wanted to play, but all these people here were too squishy.

[The Bushranger]

Quinn tilts her head, and looks to be straining to think.
"I...don't remember anybody who meets that description. There are some periods in the past I have difficulty remembering though," she admits.