Living Area (#4636)

This area is hewn straight from the stone. The wall are smooth, well-polished stone; but overall pretty bare. Replacement tapestries have been brought in from around Pern. The room is freshly scrubbed daily to keep the area as bright as possible. The furnishings are all new, having been brought in from other smithhalls to replace the damaged ones. There are 3 sofas, half a dozen chairs, and several tables placed so that everyone has a stable surface within arms reach. It is not uncommon to find smiths working on small projects away
from the clamor of the craftworks.

Baskets set into the wall are filled with sweet-smelling herbals.

Yari, Dennia, and Darman are here.

Obvious exits:
Senior Area Apprentice Area Reception Hallway

Agrajag walks back in, empty handed this time and grins, "how is everyone?"

Darman says, "It is not very nice to give a journeyman such disrespect. Especially when others are around that could get the wrong impression."

Dennia is pouting in a ball on her seat.

Yari again blatently igonores the entrance of the other Journeyman and continues to look insolently up at the lecturing Darman, saying nothing. Then she yawns.

Agrajag raises an eyebrow at Darman's remark and stands quietly by a wall, wanting to see what happens.

Darman says, "Bah. Let Yari be Evans problem. "

Darman walks over to Dennia and pats her head and walks back to Jag. "So what's up with you? You don't seem to be more rested..."

Dennia scowls up at Darman.

Darman says, "It looks as though I am oh for two today. "

Agrajag chuckles softly, "I don't? Araic has actually been sleeping through the night now.." but that doesn't mean he still gets to sleep..

Darman frowns.

Dennia smiles at Agrajag and asks "Puppy?"

Darman frowns again and leaves

Darman strides toward the Senior Area.

Yari is still acting completely oblivious to all those near her.

Agrajag raises an eyebrow at Dennia, then shakes his head and chuckles, "no, my son"

Yari snorts and begins to mutter something about 'That Jman reproducing....poor kid...probably /looks/ like a puppy...' under her breath

Dennia oh's and nods "I remember.. you said so yesterday. How old is he?"

Dennia hears Yari and gasps, glancing to Agrajag to see if he heard.

Agrajag smiles at Dennia, "he's about 4 months now.." he then turns to Yari and straightens himself to his full height, "Excuse me /apprentice/," stressing the title, "what did you just say?"

Dennia ooo's as Agarajag's demeanor changes and curls in on herself.

Yari glances cooly up at the Jman, her expression bordering on outright insolence, her shoulders rise and fall in a thoughtless shrug "I said what I said" she replies.

Dennia tries to look small, think small, be small, then Agrajag will forget she's here.

Agrajag isn't worrying about Dennia, she didn't do anything wrong. He slowly nods at Yari, "So you knowingly insulted a Journeyman AND his family right in front of his face? Do you have any respect at all?"

Yari's ice blue eyes remain cooly fixed on the Journeyman, her expression no longer just *bordering* on insolence, but she says nothing.

Agrajag sighs at Yari, "I assume you know where the CraftWorks is..."

Yari snorts at the question and mutters, "What? You've become to senile already to find it for yourself?"

Agrajag shakes his head, "No, you are moving in there this instant, and I don't expect you to step out of it until you have straightened up all the scraps laying around in there, and have cleaned ALL the forges and glass furnaces in there. If your cleaning keeps another Smith from working, it is up to you to make it up to them."

Dennia is out of her chair, not being able to stand the tensions and anger much longer "STOP!" she yells, getting between Agrajag and Yari. "She's just tired," she says turning to Yari, "Aren't you?"

A malicious glint appears in Yari's ice blue eyes as she rises, She gives the Journeyman a 'bow' (though it hardly could be considered a gesture of respect) "Very well, Journeyman..." she pronounces the title with scorn...She turns her scornful eyes on the girl now, "Yes, tired, tired of all of you..You're disgusting giggling, that journeyman's nauseating cooing over that...that.../thing/ of his..."

Dennia backs as if the words were blows, ending up beside Agrajag, just staring at the apprentice, almost in shock.

Agrajag glares at Yari, "I suggest you watch your tongue before worse things befall you"

Dennia turns to Agarajag, still trying, a hand placed on his arm as she says "Do you have to? Are the words worth your anger?"

Agrajag turns to Dennia, "her words? maybe not, her total lack of respect? she deserves more than what I am giving her for that"

Dennia tries her last ace and asks a soft "Please?" not really understanding the need for dicipline in the crafts.

Yari smiles a sickly sweet smile at the other two, "Well, then, I should go to the Craftworks to 'clean'" she says, her voice dripping with scorn as she turns on her heel to head towards the door..."Oh..." she calls over her shoulder "Don't expect to be getting much work done in there because I'll be 'cleaning'......" she laughs, probably the first laugh that has ever escaped her lips, but it is a cold laugh that echoes horribly in the Hall and lingers a bit as she stalks out of the room.

Yari walks up the staircase to the south.

Craftworks

Recently rebuilt, this craftworks has an almost new appearance to it. New work benches are arranged against the walls, a few new pieces of work layout on them. The center of the room is dominated by two forges, almost any size piece of metal could be worked from the heat of these over-sized forges. A small forge resides in a corner, apparently for more delicate operations. It is apparent from the new mortar that all the forges have been rebuilt from the floor up. Near each forge are bins for coal and odd pieces of metal. Above the center forges large vent hoods draw great volumes of air out of the craftworks. Over and around the Office door are hooks for displaying samples of Smithcraft work, along with objects that may be for sale. Sorted piles of reclaimed scrap metal lay against the back wall.

You see Glass Furnace, Flamethrower Class, Metalwork Table, Lisette,Forge, and woodpile here.

Yari is here.

Obvious exits:

Smith Office Reception Hallway

Yari mutters angrily under her breath about all 'those idiots in charge of this idiotic Craft'...as she stalks around the room, knocking objects of tables and hooks and kicking the different piles all round the room, "'Clean'" she snorts "Let's see if they like how /I/ clean....

The crashings echo through to the MasterSMith's office, resultng in a shouted, "What's going on in there?"

Yari practically leaps out of her skin, Journeymen, she can handle, but the CraftMaster even /she/ won't mess with....She calls out in a cheerful voice (or rather as cheerful as she can make it, which still sounds very gruff "Nothing!" she quickly begins to at least *act* like she cleaning up,heading over to one of the huge forges...

Yari looks at the ashes in the forge.

Yari peers at the large forge and at the coals in it..."Well, It'd be a shame to clean this out and waste those coals...." she mutters, a malicious smile spreading across her features.....she leans over and lights a fire in the forge.....

Steps sound faintly as the Mastersmith walks in to check anyways. As he notices what Yari is about to do he blinks, then says softly, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Evan swears and move back into his office.

The coals don't catch, but a spark does land on a piece of paper on a nearby table. By freak chance the paper catches, heating a nearby beaker of something. And whatever is in the beaker must be sensitive to heat as it begins to smoke, quickly turning into bright-white flame. Hrmm, must be Magnesium. But in any case, the chemicals that Yari knocked over in her rampage catch from those sparks starting a chain reaction that quickly has several worktables on fire. One of the tables has a door marked: danger, flamable. However,without anyone around, the flames quickly burn through the door... and sides,and top of this compartment.

With the outrushing of a large mass of hot air, whatever was in the compartment ignites, throwing burning pieces of wood, bits of flame, and flamable liquids over half of the craftworks. Whatever isn't on fire in that area quickly catches.

Evan glides silently out of the office.

At the latest sound Evan looks in and curses, "Shardit!!" Thankfully, it is the other area of the craftworks that is on fire. He quickly runs into his office, grabs some things, and moves out.

Evan glides silently down the wide stone staircase into the Reception Hall

Agrajag walks up from the Reception Hall.

Agrajag runs in, wide-eyed at the fire. He takes a quick look around, then grabs a bucket of fire by one of the forges and tosses to water at the flames, although its obviously not enough.

Agrajag runs to get another bucket of /water/ and motions for the masters to get some of the buckets and fire blankets.

Dennia walks up from the Reception Hall.

Cera looks for a bucket, "Paric...oh lord.." her eyes starting to water with the smoke the has filled the room. Moving as best she can she grabs the nearest bucket.

Unfortuantely, some o the chemicals turn more flamable with water, so the fire WOOSHes up

Dennia covers her mouth with her hand and stares in disbelief.

Lisette chitterwails!

Tantric blows in with a gust of hot, dry desert wind up from the Reception Hall.
Melissa walks up from the Reception Hall.

Paric looks at the engulfed room in disbelief, "Shards..." he exclaims. "Lets try and remove some of the fuel ... grab the stuff that isn't burning and get it out of here...." he says as he moves to one of the intact tables and begins to drag it out of the room.

Stark glides down the wide stone staircase into the Reception Hallway.

Tantric rushing in, " What happened?" she say as she sees the flames

Melissa 's eyes are wide, darting in at the screams and shouts, echoing Tan, "Ya, what happened? " watching gold flames dance about

The fire blazes higher and higher as the people move about trying to put it out. Small explosions resound at the far end of the room as chemicals heat in there beakers and explode the glass into the air around them.

Paric shakes his head, "Jag... lets get out of here....don't bother trying to save anything...lets get everyone out..."

Cera coughs again, her hands shaking badly as she grabs at the tightness in her chest having difficulty breathing in the fumes.

Tantric ducks and looks around as some of the chemicals explode. She rushes to help Paric remove the wood, " I dunno.. but it's hot"

Agrajag turns to Paric and nods, "should we get the woodstack out? It's just more fuel for the fire.."

A small explosion throws liquid-flame onto the stack of wood... it catches instantly

Melissa looks towards Cera, rushing towards her,, "You better get out, you don't look so well. " she mentions as she coughs her own, eyes watering in the heat's wave...

Cera coughs and nods again as she drops the bucket she was carrying and moves towards the door unable to speak.

Paric looks at Agrajag and shakes his head, "Does that answer your question?" He moves over to Cera, "Come on love...get out of here...NOW!"

Tantric starts to cough as well, " Oh no.. the wood stack" she says pointing to the now firing wood.

Dennia stands uslessly as her eyes stare at the conflagration.

Cera gracefully moves down the wide stone staircase into the Reception Hallway.

Agrajag watches the stack of wood catch, "Shardit!" he exclaims as he
runs out.

Melissa runs out.....

Tantric calls to Lisette, chuckling as she climbs up to her shoulder.

Evan caughs as he enters, "SHARDIT!!" He shouts. He points to Paric and Tantric, "Help me close the Doors.. that'll keep it from spreading.. The metal-encased doors... thank Faranth.

Dennia knows the others are leaving.. feel the heat, and is stick where she is..

Caissa strides up from the Reception Hall.

Evan grabs Caissa and pulls her over to one of the large doors and starts pulling it closed.... with aching slowness, the smoke tearing his eyes, the heat beginning to sear his skin..

Tantric grabs her poor singed ferret and nods to evan, " Okay!"

Tantric points to Dennia as she tugs at the other door, ' we need to get her out Evan!

Evan grabs Dennia and pulls her out, leaving Caissa with the door at that sound.

As the fire blazes hotter and higher, the is a creaking sound from above. Then suddenly the ceiling begins to give way....

Tantric tugs at the door as Evan grabs the girl ..

The doors move shut, their closers moving out as they close

Stark glides down the wide stone staircase into the Living Area.

Cera shakes her head, "I don't know.." her voice coming in soft wheezes as she
breathes rather rapidly.

Agrajag runs out of the CraftWorks coughing, then looks at Melissa, "it caught
fire.." he then turns to Cera, starting to look frantic, "did Evan get everyone out? Are Spectrum and Araic safe?"

Cera sighs as she can finally breath, "I don't know...I just got out...where is Paric?"

Melissa gives a droll look to Jag, "Naw, really, I couldn't tell." as she sheeshes and looks towards the arrivals,..

Caissa strides down from the Craftworks.

Paric strides quickly down from the Craftworks.

Dennia is carried out by evan, really

Evan points to paric who is pulling a door closed

Dennia starts to weep silently.

Flits out through the closing door

Feisty flies down from the Craftworks.

Agrajag turns to Evan as soon as he walks in, completley ignoring everyone else, "did you get Spectrum and Araic out?" he asks, starting to look frantic.

Tantric coughs as she stumbles from the craftwork, a shivering ferret in her arms, ' What happened?

Paric pulls the door closed as smokes billows out and down the hall.

Shanahan slips in behind Evan.. "What exactly happened?" he says quickly as he looks towards the doorway..

Evan turns to Shanahan, "I don't know.. but the craftworks is hopeless." he points to the smoke curling out from the closed metal-sheathed doors.

Soon, a rabble of slightly bewildered workers from the hold follow in after the Lord Holder, "Th' Lady say 'here's a fire?" is rather obvious statement from one man in the group.

Evan says, "I just hope that it doesn't melt the metal off and set the doors on fire. we'll be in trouble then."

Dennia whimpers from a corner, eyes unfocused.

Tantric ewws and wrinkles her nose, ' Let's hope not.. I'm not too fond of roast smiths.

Shanahan looks to Evan, Shan is really not accustomed to fighting fires, but he is more than willing. "Do we have any water from anywhere?" he turns to Dee, she better not get on him cause he is here.

Tantric walks over to dennia, " Are you okay?" she asks knealing down.

Evan shrugs, "It doesn't matter... The best thing to do now is to let it burn out... HOWEVER, let's clear all the flamables from arround this door."

The heat is already starting to be felt through the thick doors.

Dennia doesn't seem to hear Tantric, but just continues to look horrified.

Dee enters with blankets and several recruits, sizing up the situation. She begins directing recruits with start clearing people away. She sees Evan and Shan and moves to them. "How did this start?"

Tantric takes Dennia and shakes her slightly, ' hello?? are you okay?"

Paric can feel the heat radiating from the door and shake his head. He looks up and goes over to Cera, "I'm here love...lets move outside where we can get some air."

Evan scowls, "Some apprentice tried to light a forge... the next thing I knew half the craftworks was in flames.

Agrajag hears Dee's question and pipes in, "I sent an apprentice in there to clean, and nex thing I knew Evan said there was a fire," he then turns to Evan, "did you see Yari in there?"

Dennia jumps as she shaken and stares at Tantric, then blinks and begins to cry openly, shuddering.

Evan raises a brow, "Was that her name? I heard someone throwing things... but when I looked in she appeared to be trying to light the forge."

Shanahan shakes his head, his eyes focus on Evan. "is it contained, or should we send some people in?"

Charis /wanted/ to be here, but no..sniff. Another hold staffer made sure of that, mean while rest of hold folk gathered approach more, waiting instructions from thier Lord as various more nervous drudges coming in with fire blankets eye the way to burning area warily.

Dee scowls, "Lovely." Seeing a recruit, "YOU! Move your *censored* I want
crowd control.

Evan raises a brow, "What do you think we _tried_ to do... all we can do is hope it doesn't burn through this door.

Evan looks around, "AND SOMEONE MOVE THE SHARDING FLAMABLES AWAY FROM IT!"

Agrajag nods to Evan, "it was Yari. She was being um.. disrespectful and I sent her in to clean the CraftWorks and forges"

Tantric smiles slightly and pats Dennia on the back, ' there now.. it'll be okay..' she looks over at Evan, " We need to remove the flamables Evan?"

Dennia jumps as Evan yells, cowed into silence again.

Evan looks to Tantric, "Unless you want to see the entire hold in flames if this door is burned through"

Tantric gets up and starts scooting the the wooden stuff away from the door, " Okay.. you got it.."

Cera coughs again and moves to help Tantric shuffle the items.

Jump! Yes hold folk do, quickly running into action - yep. no waiting when Evan yells. they've /seen/ him with those knives, ya know. skeery. Hold residents and workers alike start helping drag anything burnable away from heated door.

Melissa snaps from in, instantly alive as she moves deftly quick to help Tan.. "Here.. "She calls, moving to help pick up and move the items away quick.

Shanahan folds his arms across his chest, then looks at the drudge Dee has go do crowd control, "Well we need to get some water in case it does get through this door" only this makes sense to him? He leans over to tell a drudge to get all the containers he can find and fill them with water.

Agrajag nods to Paric and starts tow quickly move everything he can from the door"

Dennia slowly stands and tries to help, not really doing much, but not in the way. Too much like a sleep walker.

Dee directs her recruits to start moving the flammables, pushing the gawkers out of the way. "If you have nothing better to do, I suggest you leave!" she tells a couple people who are doing nothing.

Caissa comes running in shortly after Dee. Quickly moving into action she begins to haul anything and everything away from the door.

Evan shakes his head to Shanahan, "IF it burns through the door it will be too hot to do anything with. We need to clear everything flamable from the room. That way if it burns through there won't be anything new to catch and it will burn out.

Darman walks in.

Tantric grins as everyone starts to help, and feels the heat of the door on her back, " This is one smith that hopes these doors hold...' she says as she goes back and forth from the dangerous to the safe area

Cera sobs silenty as she sees all the people helping to move the stuff and stands to the side. All the projects she had been working on have just gone up in a blaze of glory inside the craftworks.

Yelling and shouting and...oh dear. Of course, in a situation like this, there is abit of panic, one not so level headed hold stablehand squeaks as people start yelling and moving around,"Faranth! we're gonna die..we're gonna die! Die die die die die!" fretting goes on babbled - erk. well that's no help. Meanwhile, a drudge timid nods to Shan and quickly scurries off to fetch water as instructed.

Shanahan watches Evan and nods, he would know a lot more about fire than Shan would. "Is anyone still inside?"

Evan turns to find Dee, "DEE! Have someone take that Paniced idiot out! We do NOT want hysteria!"

Darman walks in and asks to no one in particular, "Hey what's going on?

Tantric looks at dennia and nods, ' come on.. we got to move this stuff.."

Evan turns back to Shanahan, "I don't know... Paric! Was anyone else still inside/ anyone trapped?"

Paric notices the Journeyman Smith enter the hall, "Darman, help get everything that is not nailed down out of the away from the Craftworks door and out of the hall."

Paric turns and shakes his head, "I didn't see anyone inside the room when I left. Too many flames...too much heat."

Dennia somehow seems to hear Tantric and follows her orders, just moving stuff.

Evan shakes his head at one comment, "If it is nailed down, find a hammer somewhere and pull it up. NOTHING flamable can remain.

Agrajag looks up from clearing things away when he hears Evan's questions, "what about Yari, the one who started it, did anyone see her?"

Dee is already moving, she back hands the idiot and shouts for a recruit to drag the fool out. She directs another to push several more out the door, ordering one to stand guard duty. "Don't let more in! Got That! You! What the shardling do you think you are doing? Don't fan that blanket! Shardling *censored*"

Paric rubs the back of his neck still covered in soot, "If there was...they probably weren't alive ..."

Shanahan grabs one of the blankets from a drudge. "Lets go in and see?" Shan starts to walk towards the door.

Evan grabs Shanahan, "NO!"

Dee turns and stands in Shanahan, "Where do you think you're going?"

Shanahan stops at Evan's word and turns. "We have to find out if anyone else is in there"

Evan pulls him back almost Brutally, "Those doors are so hot you'll destroy your hand just trying to open them!"

Tantric hmms " hammer hammer... Geez.." she pulls out her chisel, " this'll work.. she says and starts to pry stuff up, "

Dennia moves numbly now, some sense returning, and begins to be a real help.

More flamables are quickly dragged away from the searing heat of door, majority of the crowd ignoring the continued babble of the couple holders panicing "Die! We'll die! Oh! I /knew/ I shoulda.." babble is stopped quite promptly by Captian - oof. And another gaurd dragging babbler away.

Darman quickly moves into action, taking pieces of this and that, and everything he can carry out from the danger area. He starts with miscellanious jars on a shelf that Tantric seems to be prying at the moment

Paric shakes his head, "Was hot to the touch when I closed it! And it is hotter now. If you try and enter now, you'd probably end up killing yourself...as well as anyone near it."

Shanahan gets pulled back. "Then we need some gloves, somthing thick to protect us.." he looks at Evan. "You don't keep anything in there that will explode do ya?"

Agrajag sighs at Shan and goes back to clearing things away. Dee and Evan will hopefully keep him from doing anything stupid

Caissa hands the flamables she is carrying to a nonpanacking drudge and works at trying to controll the crowd. "Everything will be fine." she tells the people as she shoos some out the door.

Evan looks to Shanahan, "Shanahan... if there was anyone in there, they are dead now. If we open that door, we risk burning down the rest of the hold. leave it.

Tantric oofles as she tries to pry up the nailed down stuff, ' hey you.." she says to Dennia, " wanna help me?"

"Ooh..th' waddlin' Lady's gonna have a fit!" A not so tactful drudge tsks outloud, shaking her head as she continues pass around fire blankets - whee. more gossip material.

Dee scowls, looking at Evan, then back to Shanahan. "Shanahan. If we lose control of the fire, you can kiss this hold good-bye and many lives." She scowls. "If you want to help send someone for healers. We're going to need them soon."

Darman shuffles off with almost too many jars in his hands and yet more to go.

Dennia pauses for a heartbeat and kneels to help Tantric, though she's not aren't they?

Shanahan sighs a bit. "So we just have to wait this out?" he lets out a little cough from smoke .. "Just tell a drudge," he points to one. "You.. go get the healers, find Jaqui if you can"

Tantric grins and gives denn the stuff she has pried up with her chisel, 'here.. lets get it to the other room

Dennia takes up an armload and stands staring at Tantric, finally speaking to ask "Where?"

One of the not so brave drudges quickly volenteers and scurries out away from the heat to go after healers, off off off!

Tantric umms and coughs, " Outside I guess.."

Agrajag looks at Dennia, "follow me" he says as he takes an armload of stuff towards the Great Hall

Baiju glides in from the great hall.

Dennia pads along behind the Journeyman, starting to shiver again.

Paric nods and leans back against the wall and watches, occasionally looking back up at the door to the Craftworks. He glances over at Tantric and Dennia, "Yes...follow Agrajag. He'll show you where."

Cera sighs and moves about to help as best she can, taking an armload of things she moves it out of the way.

Tantric goes to help darman carry the jars, ' Hey *cough* Dar.."

Agrajag walks to the Great Hall.

Darman is kinda full handed but manages to turn Tantric's way. "*muffled* Hello.. could you help me?"

Agrajag returns from dropping an armload off just inside the Great Hall and starts gathering more stuff.

Goldberg blinks in from ::between::!

Dee shrugs, as she watches the scurrying, "Be thankful most of this is stone work."

Paric shakes his head and mutters something under his breath.

Tantric nods and takes some jars, " Course.. *cough* give me some o them and we'll get em out in the hall

Paric strides quickly down the wide stone staircase into the Living Area.

Dennia followd Agrajag like a puppy, now, Tantric forgotten.

Charis waddles - but with grace! - in from the great hall.

Evan Nods to Dee, "Aye."

Dee turns seeing Charis and she explodes, "Charis!!! Get the *censored* out of here. Crazy fool woman. Shanahan, get her out of here!"

Darman hands Tantric what he can and heads off to the Hall

Tantric grabs the Jars and nearly bumbs into the lady Holder, ' Cuse me ma'am.."

What? YOu really expected Charis to stay /out/? Yes, pregnant Lady Holder waddles in - with a group of drudges in hot pursuit, "Ya shouldn' be in here, Lady! Ya'll get in trouble!" is abunch of calls afterwards, "But...there's a /fire/! the hold's in danger!" Charis insists, yes, she's just birllant - argue with Dee.

Paric strides quickly up from the Living Area on the wide stone staircase.

Shanahan turns his head as he sees Charis. "Well the fire is contained love."then he shakes his head. "Love.. what are you doing???" he screams this as soon as he figures out who she is he begins to walk towards her and grabs her arm. "Out Out!!"

Tantric blows in with a gust of hot, dry desert wind to the Great Hall.

Darman strides to the Great Hall.

Tantric blows in with a gust of hot, dry desert wind in from the great hall.

A large sounding crash echoes through the room from behind the Craftwork doors, small tendrils of smoke escape from along its edges.

Darman strides in from the great hall.

Dennia walks down the wide stone staircase into the Living Area.

Darman hurries back in and looks for more

Tantric jogs back in to get more flamables,, weaving her way through smith and worker, she looks at the smoke billowing from the door.

Agrajag quickly takes another load to the great hall then comes back and pauses at the crash. He quickly looks to the Masters around him, "any idea what just crashed in there?"

Dennia walks up from the Living Area on the wide stone staircase.

Evan looks to the doors, "SHards! Everyone stay away from the doors." he looks at the mostly emptied hall and sighs... somewhat relieved.

Dee looks as if she's on fire, is in a cold rage as she orders two recruits to escort the Lady Holder to her rooms and post a guard to see that she stays three.

Charis squeaks, yes she does, "But...I...the hold! It's my responsiblit..." words get cut off as arm gets grabbed, "I....but..!" is more stuttered, Lady still trying peer over helplessly at thesearing door as she gets tugged along - mpph!

Paric maneuvers a wheel barrow into the hallway to help move most of the items that are being cleared out. "Here... this will probably help...." he says as he hears the crash.

Tantric stars at the doors a moment and then hurries to clear the reast of the stuff away from the room.

Agrajag quickly grabs Tantric as she goes forward, "don't!"

Dennia stands stone still, fear keeping her frozen.

Tantric blinks at the J-man as she puts stuff in Paric's barrow, " don't what?" she asks in confusion.

Shanahan says, "Now!!" he says as he begins to drag her out. "I told you to stay in the Sharding room" he actually pulls on her arm, oh this does not please him at all. "Out get outside""

Agrajag sighs at Tantric, "don't go any closer to the doors, didn't you hear Evan?"

Sounds of things falling resound nastily and shake the large metal doors of the Craftworks. Larger billows of smoke start to come from beneath the lower edges that have appeared to have weakened under the heat from inside.

Darman stops and slumps next to the wall

Agrajag quickly backs up at the sounds of crashing and reaches out to pull

Tantric with him, "don't just stand there!"

Tantric mrps as Jag drags her back, " But we gotta finish clearing the room!

Evan watches the doors, thinking... he turns to two guards, "Go get the metal bar used to secure the hold doors and bring it up here... NOW!

Shanahan walks to the Great Hall.

Shanahan leads Charis out.

Paric shakes his head as more sounds eminate behind the door of the ruined Craftworks, "Perhaps someone can go up to the fire heights and see if what the roof looks like?"

Agrajag shakes his head at Tantric, "its almost clear and if you stay by the door you risk getting hurt"

Dee moves away from the smoke, coughing, "Everyone out! Now! Evan!"

Dee says, "Everyone! Out! NOw! YOu! You! Do what he says!"

Tantric shrugs out of Jag's grip, ' okay okay, but lets get clearing!"

Dennia stands shivering in shock as the world seems to collapse as she watches.

Evan shakes his head to Dee, "Got to brace the door... if only we have enough tim....

Agrajag looks from Dee to Evan, "where are the metal braces?" he asks

Dee nods to Evan as her recruits get the non essential personnel out the door. "Shards, If those doors dont' hold, we've had it."

Tantric coughs as she scrables to clear the last of the stuff and nudges Dennia, ' Come on.. come on..*cough*

Darman moves clear with the rest of the group

Dennia doesn't seem to feel or hear Tantric and moves only slightly as she's nudged.

Evan helps the quartet of guards who have arrived with the shardingly heavy beam and helps them place it against the doors in an attempt to keep them shut.

Tantric murmers an expletive and grabs dennia's arm and moves her away from the doors as she clears out the last of the flamables.

Agrajag sees Dennia and grabs onto her arm and gives her a jerk,"come on, we're going, NOW!"

Dennia moves after Agrajaga nd Tantric, but still doesn't seem aware.

Evan finishes with the beam and then turns to the others, "Ok, everyone OUT! If the door doesn't hold we'll have to block of the entire Smith area... but everyone to the Great Hall, NOW"

Tantric grabs the barrow and wheels it out to the Hall

Tantric blows in with a gust of hot, dry desert wind to the Great Hall.

Evan herds everyone out, glancing back occationally at the door

Dee checks to see that everyone is out the door before her. If anyone is going to be left behind, its going to be her. She moves with Evan, checking as she comes

Darman rushes over and catches Dennia as she collapses

Dennia hangs limp in Darman's arms, skin cool and clammy.

Agrajag looks around, 'did anyone go up to to the fireheights?'

Paric looks over at Dennia as Darman keeps her from falling over. He looks over at Zebisha, "Why don't you help Darman over to the Healers with Dennia."

Tantric coughs slightly and shakes her head, " I don't think so.."

Zebisha goes over to where Darman is standing "What do you need me to do?" she asks worriedly

Paric shakes his head, "Why don't you 'Jag..."

Agrajag nods to Paric, then runs to the stairs.

Agrajag walks to the Stairs.don't have a puppet with the code 'manr'.

Tantric listens for any sign that the doors have failed..

Darman says, "(to Zabisha) Pray that those doors hold"

Paric frowns as he looks back at the entrance to the Smithcraft Hall. He rubs the back of his neck and shakes his head.

Zebisha earnestly hopes that the doors hold

A loud rumbling sound begins behind the door, growing louder and louder with each passing moment. Suddenly a large boom is heard echoing through the hall has the craftwork doors fly open with the pressure created from the collapsing ceiling in the room. The fire essentially extinguished with the falling rubble, though smoke still poors out from the room.

Agrajag walks in from the East Hallway.

Darman says, "Dennia, are you alright? Speak to me?"

A large rumbling noise eminates from inside the Smith hall.

Agrajag runs back in from the stairs, "The roof just now fell in!"

Tantric winces as the rumbling noise and the news that comes with it.

Dennia stirs slightly and begins to shiver.

Dee turns and looks at the Smith Hall. "I hope those hold." Turning to Evan, "You alright?" Seeing a recruit, "Go and grab all the healersyou can lay your hands on. NOW!"

Evan nods to Dee, "I'm ok."

Evan looks to Agrajag, eyes widening, "What??"

Darman looks to Dennia. "you can talk now..Everything will be alright."

Dennia's eyes slowly open, and she looks confused. "C-c-c-c-old..." is all she says, obviously in shock.

Agrajag sighs, "the roof collapsed just as I got up there, looks like it put most of the fire out along with it though"

Evan Nods, 'That's good.

Agrajag slowly shakes his head as it starts to sink in, "what are we going to do? ALL of our forges and supplies where in there..."

Tantric sighs softly and looks sadly at the smith hall.

Cera sighs, "Build...just like any smith would do.."

Agrajag nods and sighs, "but how long before we can get another one, or even a
place to put them?"

Evan shrugs, "I don't know... but it won't be easy.

Cera looks to Evan as she listens, her heart saddened by all that has occured.

Sanaya glides down the stairs, violet skirt gusting slightly behind her. One brow arches as she takes notes of the gathering, and her steps pause near the bottom of the stairs.

Tantric umms, " What about Grinstead.. i heard there was something over

Paric sighs and shakes his head. "Well...we'll take a look in the Craftworks later and see what we can salvage as soon as we know that the fire is out."

Evan snorts, "AND that it has cooled down."

Darman says, "I need a healer over here! Dennia's not right!!"

Agrajag nods, "I suppose all the apprentices get to learn on the job now.."

Sanaya notes that she can't help the situation, and disappears back up into the upper floors.

Sanaya walks to the Stairs.

Shanahan walks in through the great doors from the courtyard.

Charis is led in by Shanahan.