Aegis looked around the room, only T'lainya had a glint of recognition to his statement. He turned to the rest, Dark Flames and guest alike.
"The Mythal is something that can only be described as a spell of great power. It was used by the elven people during the time of Cormanthor, and in the forming of Myth Drannor. It is a powerful force, and one that, when it was last harnessed, caused the Hand of the Seldarine to become cursed, and fall to the hordes of orcs in the frozen north of Icewind Dale. It has not been used since, and only the most powerful of elven mages are capable of even comprehending the magic." He finished, the looks still looking somewhat dumbfounded. He turned to T'lainya, hoping she could relate more information, and possible in a more understandable nature then in which he explained it.
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Maharlika gives a nod to T'lainya in recognition of her gesture.
After laying down Yshania's body he noted that the male "fairy" called Aegis has caught the attention of everbody. He immediately sees T'lainya's face showed a sign of interest, though grim it seemed to be.
"Farscape, what seems to be happening?"
After laying down Yshania's body he noted that the male "fairy" called Aegis has caught the attention of everbody. He immediately sees T'lainya's face showed a sign of interest, though grim it seemed to be.
"Farscape, what seems to be happening?"
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Mysteria listened carefully to Aegis's explanation. She sighed when she heard him say: ".......when it was last harnessed, caused the Hand of the Seldarine to become cursed, and fall to the hordes of orcs in the frozen north of Icewind Dale. "
Great, a spell that had a tendency to go awry, and here she was with her freak magic. She would have to be extremely carefull not to interfere. Helping herself to a glass of wine, she sat down at the end of another spare couch. Laying down the dagger on a low table on the side, she pulled her right leg underneath herself and let the other dangle freely. Let the others decide how to handle this.
She began thinking about the cat creature once more, trying to remember anything usefull about it, but she didn't remember much more than sh had already told. She'd just have to repeat her little speech once they turned their attention to those matters.
Giving Bloodstalker a short look, she played with the thought of dropping a bucket of cold water on him, but decided against, she didn't know how he'd react.
Great, a spell that had a tendency to go awry, and here she was with her freak magic. She would have to be extremely carefull not to interfere. Helping herself to a glass of wine, she sat down at the end of another spare couch. Laying down the dagger on a low table on the side, she pulled her right leg underneath herself and let the other dangle freely. Let the others decide how to handle this.
She began thinking about the cat creature once more, trying to remember anything usefull about it, but she didn't remember much more than sh had already told. She'd just have to repeat her little speech once they turned their attention to those matters.
Giving Bloodstalker a short look, she played with the thought of dropping a bucket of cold water on him, but decided against, she didn't know how he'd react.
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
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Frustrations set in as Maharlika tries to understand (but fails) what Aegis is talking about. What he does seem to know is that whatever has been said has something to do with the fallen Yshania and helping her with her present state...
...if only...
...if only...
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Yshania became concerned at the strangers mention of the Mythal. 'I am not sure at all about this' she said to Thantor 'I mean, even if we have someone here capable of harnessing such powerful magic, I am not sure my body would survive the process...not forgetting our friends here, and the keep itself.' She fell silent as Thantor considered what she had said.
'Symbul would be capable, with the help of the mages we have among us' He offered
'No!' Yshania responded 'this should not be. If we have mages strong enough to handle the Mythal...well I feel that perhaps a better use would be against the Shadow Master himself. My body is too weak, I would not survive, and you will be damned to carry me around for the rest of your days'
This comment silenced Thantor's next words, and he gave a nervous laugh...attracting the attention of the other's. Quietly he related Yshania's reluctance.
'There must be an easier and safer way to reunite Yshania's body with her soul...and maybe using the Mythal against the Shadow Master is a reasonable consideration - but we would have to give this some careful thought' he concluded.
'Symbul would be capable, with the help of the mages we have among us' He offered
'No!' Yshania responded 'this should not be. If we have mages strong enough to handle the Mythal...well I feel that perhaps a better use would be against the Shadow Master himself. My body is too weak, I would not survive, and you will be damned to carry me around for the rest of your days'
This comment silenced Thantor's next words, and he gave a nervous laugh...attracting the attention of the other's. Quietly he related Yshania's reluctance.
'There must be an easier and safer way to reunite Yshania's body with her soul...and maybe using the Mythal against the Shadow Master is a reasonable consideration - but we would have to give this some careful thought' he concluded.
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"You are insane!" Der-draigen cried, getting to her feet, emboldened by the ki master's unwitting support. "I have heard the legends of this Mythal ritual, passed down in my family from Cornig Dragonslayer, a warrior among my people. Only the most powerful attempt it, and even then it is wild and unpredictable. It could destroy us all in the process! No, there has to be another and a better way."
In fact Der-draigen had seen the Mythal up-close and personal, long ago, and she hadn't much liked it. Besides, she needed more time -- time to find out what had inhabited the woman's body, what was the thing that had recognized her and spoken of the stone...where it had gone...and most importantly, what and where its master was. Once the woman's spirit was reunited with her mortal frame, that would be very difficult indeed.
She chose her words very carefully. "I realize that you are all very anxious to see this woman made whole again. And truly, I myself would like to see nothing better. But consider -- apart from the unwieldy danger of this...Mythal, we may be able to use her fractured state to find out exactly what is going on here. A short time ago I was exploring the keep alone, and I was nearly killed by falling masonry, and attacked by an EMPTY suit of armor." She shivered for emphasis. I feel all these things are connected somehow, and...your companion here may be an important key in finding out how and why. And who is behind all this."
She sat back down and turned on the halfling simplicity. "Oh, I don't know," she half-whined. "Just...consider it, will you? It would be better than getting blown to smithereens."
In fact Der-draigen had seen the Mythal up-close and personal, long ago, and she hadn't much liked it. Besides, she needed more time -- time to find out what had inhabited the woman's body, what was the thing that had recognized her and spoken of the stone...where it had gone...and most importantly, what and where its master was. Once the woman's spirit was reunited with her mortal frame, that would be very difficult indeed.
She chose her words very carefully. "I realize that you are all very anxious to see this woman made whole again. And truly, I myself would like to see nothing better. But consider -- apart from the unwieldy danger of this...Mythal, we may be able to use her fractured state to find out exactly what is going on here. A short time ago I was exploring the keep alone, and I was nearly killed by falling masonry, and attacked by an EMPTY suit of armor." She shivered for emphasis. I feel all these things are connected somehow, and...your companion here may be an important key in finding out how and why. And who is behind all this."
She sat back down and turned on the halfling simplicity. "Oh, I don't know," she half-whined. "Just...consider it, will you? It would be better than getting blown to smithereens."
"I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
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At the sudden outburst, Yshania was able to observe the halfling through Thantor's eyes. She felt intent emanating from Alreth, but was unable to ascertain her purpose, as it was Thantor that was picking up the vibrations - and they were alien to how she might have physically felt should she have been inside her own body. She was incapable of processing what Thantor was sensing whilst they had their mental bastions in place. He seemed reluctant to share his observations, or had he not yet formed an opinion?
What was this woman thinking? What did she feel could be achieved by keeping Yshania's soul from her body? Was her body strong enough, and capable enough of doing any more? Where would they start? They would need to have a meeting with the others on this...and Yshania's body would need rest and recovery first.
How would they animate her again? she wondered...
What was this woman thinking? What did she feel could be achieved by keeping Yshania's soul from her body? Was her body strong enough, and capable enough of doing any more? Where would they start? They would need to have a meeting with the others on this...and Yshania's body would need rest and recovery first.
How would they animate her again? she wondered...
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Nippy was amazed, a Mythal. He had heard of the legends of the fabled spell but the thought of using one scared him. If it backfired catastrophic effects would occur, of that he had no doubt.
He looked out of the window and noticed the time. Nearing dawn, now was the time to do what he had wanted to do for a long time.
He excused himself and asked for Jerren and and Gwalchmai to follow him.
He walked towards a small alcove that had been prepared and asked for Gwalchmai to do what he had asked him to do earlier. Gwal smiled and poured some holy water over the ground and murmered a few words to turn this site into a pure place.
He was done quickly and left Jerren and Nippy alone.
"Jerren I've asked you here because of the Ancient Powers. I want you to have them, you know more about them and therefore would be of much more use to the group. Please don't argue with me, I've thought about it. They were yours, and will be from now on."
Jerren opened his mouth but said nothing. He merely nodded and smiled at Nippy.
"Come then young one, let us do this if it is what you want."
They knelt down in the sanctified clearing. Nippy laid a small fire and lit it with the Ancient Power. He laid some small leaves onto the fire and they burned with an orange smoke.
The smoke creeped up to Jerren and he fell into a deep slumber. Nippy fought the affects and began to chant the words of the spell that he had been trying to find for so long.
The smoke crept towards Nippy like a predator. It moved towards him and wrapped around him like a constrictor. It drew something out and Nippy's shoulders dropped down.
The smoke changed colour to a bluish tint and it wormed it's way along the ground to Jerren. It was like an overladed snake as it crawled it's way up to Jerren's mouth.
As his deep breaths drew in the smoke his shoulders lifted and his breaths became stronger and slower.
Nippy looked up to see the last trace of smoke be breathed in.
Jerren's eyes opened wide and he stood up. He looked at his hands and arms, like he had suddenly regained his sight.
He walked over to Nippy's slouched form and helped him up.
"Come on then my friend, lets get you something to drink." He smiiled at Nippy
Nippy walked with unsteady legs but slowly made his way back to the house with a smile on his face...
He looked out of the window and noticed the time. Nearing dawn, now was the time to do what he had wanted to do for a long time.
He excused himself and asked for Jerren and and Gwalchmai to follow him.
He walked towards a small alcove that had been prepared and asked for Gwalchmai to do what he had asked him to do earlier. Gwal smiled and poured some holy water over the ground and murmered a few words to turn this site into a pure place.
He was done quickly and left Jerren and Nippy alone.
"Jerren I've asked you here because of the Ancient Powers. I want you to have them, you know more about them and therefore would be of much more use to the group. Please don't argue with me, I've thought about it. They were yours, and will be from now on."
Jerren opened his mouth but said nothing. He merely nodded and smiled at Nippy.
"Come then young one, let us do this if it is what you want."
They knelt down in the sanctified clearing. Nippy laid a small fire and lit it with the Ancient Power. He laid some small leaves onto the fire and they burned with an orange smoke.
The smoke creeped up to Jerren and he fell into a deep slumber. Nippy fought the affects and began to chant the words of the spell that he had been trying to find for so long.
The smoke crept towards Nippy like a predator. It moved towards him and wrapped around him like a constrictor. It drew something out and Nippy's shoulders dropped down.
The smoke changed colour to a bluish tint and it wormed it's way along the ground to Jerren. It was like an overladed snake as it crawled it's way up to Jerren's mouth.
As his deep breaths drew in the smoke his shoulders lifted and his breaths became stronger and slower.
Nippy looked up to see the last trace of smoke be breathed in.
Jerren's eyes opened wide and he stood up. He looked at his hands and arms, like he had suddenly regained his sight.
He walked over to Nippy's slouched form and helped him up.
"Come on then my friend, lets get you something to drink." He smiiled at Nippy
Nippy walked with unsteady legs but slowly made his way back to the house with a smile on his face...
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Suddenly, a vile smell permeated the room. Like the scent of bile or stale blood, everyone sensed it at the same time. Gwalchmai shot an accusing look at Nippy, but a sudden chill confirmed that the smell was of no natural origin. As if in counterpoint to the chill, the fireplace suddenly belched out thick clouds of dark smoke, and the fire roared to life, threatening to inundate the room. Then, just as suddenly, everything returned to normal. “Please tell me that everyone else just saw that too?” Vivien whispered to Gwalchmai. But the looks on the other’s faces confirmed that they had experienced it, and that everyone shared a similar confusion.
Standing up, Gwalchmai addressed the room, “Look, I think we need to let Thantor and T’lainya ponder what to do about Yshania without a lot of interference from the rest of us.” He saw that Aegis was about to protest, but Gwalchmai cut him off, “I know that many of you may have knowledge that could help poor Yshania, but I think they need a moment to consider the options they already have. Besides, I need to tell you all something that may be important.” With that, Gwalchmai beckoned everyone into an adjoining room. Bloodstalker had begun to drool on the couch, but someone gently shook him awake so that he could join.
With help from Nippy, Dragon Wench, and Vivien, Gwalchmai explained about the Dark Flame’s past adventures fighting the Shadow Master, and Thantor’s recent encounter with the Abomination. He explained how the keep used to belong to a high priestess of Amaunator, until a young cleric of Moander killed her and her family in a bid for power. That cleric had continued to accrue power, even after Moander’s death. The theory seems to be that this cleric later became a type of cleric-lich, having stolen a bit of Moander’s power in a temple at a place called Ogre Falls. Now known as the Shadow Master, he has been making a return of sorts, causing a great deal of suffering directly, and through numerous minions. Many of the Dark Flames had suffered at his hands, but his exact plans were never made clear. Thantor had recently discovered the Shadow Master’s most ambitious plan to date when he found himself in an underground lair, where dead and dying souls were being fed to the Abomination, a vile, rotting, heap of evil that used to be an aspect of Moander himself. It seems the Shadow Master wishes to nurture the Abomination until it is powerful enough to attract the dead essence of Moander to this realm once again. Whether the Shadow Master wishes that Moander be reincarnated, or perhaps something more sinister, no one knew. One thing is certain: The lair of the Abomination still holds prisoner several Paladins of Anicka’s order. These must be saved, and the Abomination must be destroyed. The Dark Flames intend to do just this. They have the means to return to the lair through a portal wand in the possession of Anicka, and they appear to have plenty of help from The Simbul.
“Now this battle is going to happen soon. I don’t expect any of you most recent arrivals to participate, nor do I think it would be prudent, since we have never fought beside you before. I know you are all brave, undoubtedly, but I’m sure you understand our caution.”
“Do you intend to run off and do battle with this creature before Yshania is healed and before you find Georgi? Mysteria asked.
“I hope that Yshania will soon be her old self. Unfortunately, we have no leads concerning Georgi, and...”
“But we do!” Mysteria shouted, “There’s a secret door, and a dagger from a cat creature, and Fang....”
Gwalchmai held up his hand. “This is good. But I think our first order of business is to rest. Most of you came to the keep seeking shelter, while the rest of us started the day in battle. We all need to rest, prepare ourselves, and replenish our strength. It is the natural order of things. Every day must have a night. This is the balance.” He looked at Dragon Wench, who nodded.
Standing up, Gwalchmai addressed the room, “Look, I think we need to let Thantor and T’lainya ponder what to do about Yshania without a lot of interference from the rest of us.” He saw that Aegis was about to protest, but Gwalchmai cut him off, “I know that many of you may have knowledge that could help poor Yshania, but I think they need a moment to consider the options they already have. Besides, I need to tell you all something that may be important.” With that, Gwalchmai beckoned everyone into an adjoining room. Bloodstalker had begun to drool on the couch, but someone gently shook him awake so that he could join.
With help from Nippy, Dragon Wench, and Vivien, Gwalchmai explained about the Dark Flame’s past adventures fighting the Shadow Master, and Thantor’s recent encounter with the Abomination. He explained how the keep used to belong to a high priestess of Amaunator, until a young cleric of Moander killed her and her family in a bid for power. That cleric had continued to accrue power, even after Moander’s death. The theory seems to be that this cleric later became a type of cleric-lich, having stolen a bit of Moander’s power in a temple at a place called Ogre Falls. Now known as the Shadow Master, he has been making a return of sorts, causing a great deal of suffering directly, and through numerous minions. Many of the Dark Flames had suffered at his hands, but his exact plans were never made clear. Thantor had recently discovered the Shadow Master’s most ambitious plan to date when he found himself in an underground lair, where dead and dying souls were being fed to the Abomination, a vile, rotting, heap of evil that used to be an aspect of Moander himself. It seems the Shadow Master wishes to nurture the Abomination until it is powerful enough to attract the dead essence of Moander to this realm once again. Whether the Shadow Master wishes that Moander be reincarnated, or perhaps something more sinister, no one knew. One thing is certain: The lair of the Abomination still holds prisoner several Paladins of Anicka’s order. These must be saved, and the Abomination must be destroyed. The Dark Flames intend to do just this. They have the means to return to the lair through a portal wand in the possession of Anicka, and they appear to have plenty of help from The Simbul.
“Now this battle is going to happen soon. I don’t expect any of you most recent arrivals to participate, nor do I think it would be prudent, since we have never fought beside you before. I know you are all brave, undoubtedly, but I’m sure you understand our caution.”
“Do you intend to run off and do battle with this creature before Yshania is healed and before you find Georgi? Mysteria asked.
“I hope that Yshania will soon be her old self. Unfortunately, we have no leads concerning Georgi, and...”
“But we do!” Mysteria shouted, “There’s a secret door, and a dagger from a cat creature, and Fang....”
Gwalchmai held up his hand. “This is good. But I think our first order of business is to rest. Most of you came to the keep seeking shelter, while the rest of us started the day in battle. We all need to rest, prepare ourselves, and replenish our strength. It is the natural order of things. Every day must have a night. This is the balance.” He looked at Dragon Wench, who nodded.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
The strain of hosting two consciousnesses was starting to wear on Thantor. Each interaction, each mental transaction took significantly more time and focus. Still sleep-deprived from caring for the wounded in the recent drow attack, he was not coping well with the added strain. Despite this, he had laboriously searched for and found a pattern in what was occurring around him. Ironically, the most bothersome bit of data was how Yshania fit into all of this. He decided to take a risk.
"Yshania?"
"Yes..."
"Perhaps if we were to join our thinking on this problem, we may have more luck in solving it."
"I have to admit that this idea that two heads are better than one is overrated," she retorted. "What do you have in mind?"
"We can share information telepathically... if you are open to it." She was quiet at first, but when she responded, he was aware of a certain curiosity. "Can't hurt, I suppose." As she lowered her bastion, he went immediately to the place in her mind he had seen only briefly before. Yes... it was there. He smiled inwardly, then dropped his bastion as well. She immediately picked up on his excitement.
"What is it?" He pointed to what appeared to be a circle of small flowers -- lilies of the valley.
"Place your hand here." She did as he instructed... it felt warm at first... then a surge of energy pulsed through her body. She felt vitally alive... aware... Instinctively she pulled her hand away.
"Thantor... what is this?"
It is called vix naturae mirabiles. You are a sentinel of the Weave, Yshania. That is why you were attacked.
"Yshania?"
"Yes..."
"Perhaps if we were to join our thinking on this problem, we may have more luck in solving it."
"I have to admit that this idea that two heads are better than one is overrated," she retorted. "What do you have in mind?"
"We can share information telepathically... if you are open to it." She was quiet at first, but when she responded, he was aware of a certain curiosity. "Can't hurt, I suppose." As she lowered her bastion, he went immediately to the place in her mind he had seen only briefly before. Yes... it was there. He smiled inwardly, then dropped his bastion as well. She immediately picked up on his excitement.
"What is it?" He pointed to what appeared to be a circle of small flowers -- lilies of the valley.
"Place your hand here." She did as he instructed... it felt warm at first... then a surge of energy pulsed through her body. She felt vitally alive... aware... Instinctively she pulled her hand away.
"Thantor... what is this?"
It is called vix naturae mirabiles. You are a sentinel of the Weave, Yshania. That is why you were attacked.
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
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Bloodstalker listened to the speech Gwalchmai gave. He was glad to be learning something of the Dark Flame. As he listened, he let his eyes roam across the faces around him. determination was etched in each one of the Dark Flames, confusion in some of the new comers. Then one word caught his full and undivided attention.
Shadow Master.
The blood in his body seemed to freeze in it's veins. perhaps he had misheard, perhaps he was wrong. But as he listened to the words, he began to believe he was right.
His gray blue eyes turned cold as steel. nothing in the room held any meaning for him save Gwalchmai's words and that name. the feeding he spoke of, the death and destruction, all familiar themes to Bloodstalker. Far too familiar. The years of pain threatened to come flooding back to him, to overwhelm him, but for the first time he found the strength to push them aside.
He focused on the words. He had to hear, had to know everything that was being said. he felt the revulsion rising up within him. Threatening to explode in all it's cold fury. With monumental effort, he controlled it.
Shadow Master
The name rang true in his ears, echoeing through his conciousness, unearthing long buried memories of references and conversations he had overhead in his captivity. Those mages had been at work for someone, a power of evil uncomprehensible to him at the time. Something that needed the pain and torture, something that needed to feed. To feed upon life. His life, and that of the other's chained by his side in the dark walls of the Chamber.
The chamber. the memories came again. The horror and disgust so thick now he could taste it. He heard Gwalchmai say something about rest. The word sounded foriegn to his ears. Rest. He had not known rest since he was thirteen. Not even in sleep. He had escaped the Chamber, but even in his sleep he was still captive of the place. Always present were the fears of being found, captured again. Twice before the mages had found him. and each time the same feelings ofrage and angered had vented themsevles through bloodshed. He had felt a cold satisfation from leaving them dead behind him. Now that satisfaction seemed hollow. They didn't matter. His dreams didn't matter. He didn't matter. Only on thing mattered. The Shadow Master. The only purpose he had in the world at this moment was to kill this thing. To watch it die under his hand, or to die himself facing it.
He noticed rather suddenly that the words had stopped. the group that had gathered had broken up, and were once again back to there normal routines.
He stood for a moment, silent and raging, then turned on his heel. If any gaze fell upon him, he was oblivious as he turned and walked outside. He needed to calm the fury, to find some release. He turned to the only thing he had ever known that could bring him any measure of peace. As he stepped through the door, he looked up at the sky above him. The sky that had greeted him each night and day, the proof of his freedom when his mind threatened to enslave him again. Closeing his eyes, he let the cool air flow across his body.
Shadow Master.
The blood in his body seemed to freeze in it's veins. perhaps he had misheard, perhaps he was wrong. But as he listened to the words, he began to believe he was right.
His gray blue eyes turned cold as steel. nothing in the room held any meaning for him save Gwalchmai's words and that name. the feeding he spoke of, the death and destruction, all familiar themes to Bloodstalker. Far too familiar. The years of pain threatened to come flooding back to him, to overwhelm him, but for the first time he found the strength to push them aside.
He focused on the words. He had to hear, had to know everything that was being said. he felt the revulsion rising up within him. Threatening to explode in all it's cold fury. With monumental effort, he controlled it.
Shadow Master
The name rang true in his ears, echoeing through his conciousness, unearthing long buried memories of references and conversations he had overhead in his captivity. Those mages had been at work for someone, a power of evil uncomprehensible to him at the time. Something that needed the pain and torture, something that needed to feed. To feed upon life. His life, and that of the other's chained by his side in the dark walls of the Chamber.
The chamber. the memories came again. The horror and disgust so thick now he could taste it. He heard Gwalchmai say something about rest. The word sounded foriegn to his ears. Rest. He had not known rest since he was thirteen. Not even in sleep. He had escaped the Chamber, but even in his sleep he was still captive of the place. Always present were the fears of being found, captured again. Twice before the mages had found him. and each time the same feelings ofrage and angered had vented themsevles through bloodshed. He had felt a cold satisfation from leaving them dead behind him. Now that satisfaction seemed hollow. They didn't matter. His dreams didn't matter. He didn't matter. Only on thing mattered. The Shadow Master. The only purpose he had in the world at this moment was to kill this thing. To watch it die under his hand, or to die himself facing it.
He noticed rather suddenly that the words had stopped. the group that had gathered had broken up, and were once again back to there normal routines.
He stood for a moment, silent and raging, then turned on his heel. If any gaze fell upon him, he was oblivious as he turned and walked outside. He needed to calm the fury, to find some release. He turned to the only thing he had ever known that could bring him any measure of peace. As he stepped through the door, he looked up at the sky above him. The sky that had greeted him each night and day, the proof of his freedom when his mind threatened to enslave him again. Closeing his eyes, he let the cool air flow across his body.
Lord of Lurkers
Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
Yshania had no idea what he was talking about. "Maybe you could explain this to me, Thantor. I have no idea what this means... or how it involves me."
"It would be easier, and have more impact, if we simply... share...." She nodded and he motioned for her to "sit" on the "ground". As they looked into each others eyes, she became aware of a sensation inside her head... like thoughts, but thoughts that were not her own. At the same time, she was aware that she was experiencing her own thoughts as if from the outside. Very quickly the new images became more vivid, more real... as if she was living them herself. Moment of great pain, of exaltation, of a tremendous sense of destiny.... touch by a goddess... enraptured by a dance. And then it was over... both of them with tears streaming down their face. Thantor marveled at the turn of events, how an evil act had apparently be woven into a part of the impetus for good, into the creation of an important alliance... and friendship.
"Thantor... I had no idea..."
"Nor I, Yshania. We are... privileged to have your company." She knew he meant it. And she knew so much more:
The origins of magic on Toril, the world which hosts the continent of Faerûn, is full of contradiction -- some deliberate and some born of ignorance. In choosing him for a destiny she had yet to reveal to him, Mielikki had taught Thantor in great detail about a subject few on Faerûn grasped at any depth: the dynamics of the Weave. It was the nature of Toril to be, literally, infused with a potential energy that was able to shape reality. Indeed, Mielikki hinted and scholars debate that this occurred because the "reality" of Faerûn was dreamlike in nature -- a plane of existence projected from a greater reality elsewhere. Mortals could not directly utilize the raw potential power of Toril. Thus, an interface had been created by the goddess Selune as part of her eternal battle with her sister, the dark goddess Shar. This ever-shifting web of power is called the Weave, which was bound to the being of the goddess Mystryl. The Weave was not only the body of the goddess, not just a conduit between the will of the spellcaster and the raw power of magic, but also the esoteric rules and formulas that comprise both arcane and divine spellcasting. When Karsus the Mad attempted to seize divinity by the casting of ambitious spells that would have torn the Weave assunder, Mystryl sacrificed herself to save it. The stewardship of the Weave then fell to Mystra, and upon her destruction during the Time of Troubles, to her successor Midnight. The Chosen of Mystra, the Seven Sisters, assist Midnight in this stewardship.
In reaction to the creation of the Weave, Shar created her own conduit of power: the Shadow Weave. If the Weave could be considered a great tapestry of light, the Shadow Weave was the dark pattern formed in the negative spaces between the strands. Scholars of magic have debated ad nauseum the question of why powerful mages such as Elminster and the Simbul, who can hold whole armies at bay, where not able to staunch the flow of evil in Faerûn. The answer lies partly in the Shadow Weave. Mages accomplished in the arcane arts of the Shadow Weave can create spells difficult to counter by spellcasters steeped in the power of the Weave. Disruptions in the Weave, such as dead or wild magic zones, present no problems to Shadow Weave mages. Of course, such mages practice completely at the pleasure of Shar, something that can quickly lead to death... or worse....
The polarization between the Weave and the Shadow Weave appeared to be accelerating. In addition to the increasing concentration of power available to the Shadow Master, the creation of the Abomination was akin to creating a vehicle for a god. And the reemergence of a god like Moander on the Prime Material Plane would create a great distortion in the warp and weave of reality on Toril. This polarization was apparently manifesting at the level of consciousness as well. It was no accident that the keep was experiencing a sudden influx of "guests". Beneath the distractions of magic and power, the affairs of goddesses and men, lay a profound secret that only a handful of individuals in Faerûn comprehended. Toril was not simply a hunk of rock and earth. Toril was sentient.
"It would be easier, and have more impact, if we simply... share...." She nodded and he motioned for her to "sit" on the "ground". As they looked into each others eyes, she became aware of a sensation inside her head... like thoughts, but thoughts that were not her own. At the same time, she was aware that she was experiencing her own thoughts as if from the outside. Very quickly the new images became more vivid, more real... as if she was living them herself. Moment of great pain, of exaltation, of a tremendous sense of destiny.... touch by a goddess... enraptured by a dance. And then it was over... both of them with tears streaming down their face. Thantor marveled at the turn of events, how an evil act had apparently be woven into a part of the impetus for good, into the creation of an important alliance... and friendship.
"Thantor... I had no idea..."
"Nor I, Yshania. We are... privileged to have your company." She knew he meant it. And she knew so much more:
The origins of magic on Toril, the world which hosts the continent of Faerûn, is full of contradiction -- some deliberate and some born of ignorance. In choosing him for a destiny she had yet to reveal to him, Mielikki had taught Thantor in great detail about a subject few on Faerûn grasped at any depth: the dynamics of the Weave. It was the nature of Toril to be, literally, infused with a potential energy that was able to shape reality. Indeed, Mielikki hinted and scholars debate that this occurred because the "reality" of Faerûn was dreamlike in nature -- a plane of existence projected from a greater reality elsewhere. Mortals could not directly utilize the raw potential power of Toril. Thus, an interface had been created by the goddess Selune as part of her eternal battle with her sister, the dark goddess Shar. This ever-shifting web of power is called the Weave, which was bound to the being of the goddess Mystryl. The Weave was not only the body of the goddess, not just a conduit between the will of the spellcaster and the raw power of magic, but also the esoteric rules and formulas that comprise both arcane and divine spellcasting. When Karsus the Mad attempted to seize divinity by the casting of ambitious spells that would have torn the Weave assunder, Mystryl sacrificed herself to save it. The stewardship of the Weave then fell to Mystra, and upon her destruction during the Time of Troubles, to her successor Midnight. The Chosen of Mystra, the Seven Sisters, assist Midnight in this stewardship.
In reaction to the creation of the Weave, Shar created her own conduit of power: the Shadow Weave. If the Weave could be considered a great tapestry of light, the Shadow Weave was the dark pattern formed in the negative spaces between the strands. Scholars of magic have debated ad nauseum the question of why powerful mages such as Elminster and the Simbul, who can hold whole armies at bay, where not able to staunch the flow of evil in Faerûn. The answer lies partly in the Shadow Weave. Mages accomplished in the arcane arts of the Shadow Weave can create spells difficult to counter by spellcasters steeped in the power of the Weave. Disruptions in the Weave, such as dead or wild magic zones, present no problems to Shadow Weave mages. Of course, such mages practice completely at the pleasure of Shar, something that can quickly lead to death... or worse....
The polarization between the Weave and the Shadow Weave appeared to be accelerating. In addition to the increasing concentration of power available to the Shadow Master, the creation of the Abomination was akin to creating a vehicle for a god. And the reemergence of a god like Moander on the Prime Material Plane would create a great distortion in the warp and weave of reality on Toril. This polarization was apparently manifesting at the level of consciousness as well. It was no accident that the keep was experiencing a sudden influx of "guests". Beneath the distractions of magic and power, the affairs of goddesses and men, lay a profound secret that only a handful of individuals in Faerûn comprehended. Toril was not simply a hunk of rock and earth. Toril was sentient.
Those who will play with kitties must expect to be scratched.
Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
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Feeling a sense of relief at Gwally's speech, Dragon Wench turned to smile at him, appreciating his steadying influence. Sleepily, she went off to brew some peppermint tea, sensing that something calming might be in order.
She returned to the common room carrying a large tray upon which rested a rotund teapot, numerous cups, and an assortment of edibles. As she placed it down she saw Jerren and Nippy enter the room, and she observed that there was something different about Jerren.
He grinned at her wryly. "My ancient magic has returned," he said in a half-lidded whisper.
For no apparent reason, she found herself blushing. Cursing her tendency to flush so easily, she busied herself with pouring tea, and pulled out her spell manual, trying to decide which incantations she wished to memorize before sleep.
Somewhat absently, Dragon Wench lifted her cup, and breathed in its soothing fragrance; looking down into the steaming contents she suddenly gasped, and the mug dropped to the floor with a splintering crash.
Jerren, Gwalchmai and Nippy looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"There was a face.....," she said, her voice shaking.
She returned to the common room carrying a large tray upon which rested a rotund teapot, numerous cups, and an assortment of edibles. As she placed it down she saw Jerren and Nippy enter the room, and she observed that there was something different about Jerren.
He grinned at her wryly. "My ancient magic has returned," he said in a half-lidded whisper.
For no apparent reason, she found herself blushing. Cursing her tendency to flush so easily, she busied herself with pouring tea, and pulled out her spell manual, trying to decide which incantations she wished to memorize before sleep.
Somewhat absently, Dragon Wench lifted her cup, and breathed in its soothing fragrance; looking down into the steaming contents she suddenly gasped, and the mug dropped to the floor with a splintering crash.
Jerren, Gwalchmai and Nippy looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"There was a face.....," she said, her voice shaking.
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"I would have to agree with the... halfing." Simbul suddenly appeared in their midst, as disquieting to Gwally and Dragon Wench as ever. Der-draigen looked up quickly, instantly on alert due to the undercurrent of sarcasm heavy in Simbul's voice. Their eyes locked for a moment, until Der-draigen remembered her role and bowed her head subserviently. I'm really going to enjoy taking that one down, she spat inwardly.
"The ways of magic were different in ancient times," she remarked casually, looking at Aegis. "Besides the fact that mythals are area-effect spells and never applied to living creatures, such magics would be... provocative in today's modern magical milieu." She looked down at Yshania's body lying on the floor. "Hmmm.... she really does need to go a bit lighter on the mead, doesn't she?" she commented, winking at Jerren, who appeared very uncomfortable at her presence.
Yshania was boiling inside Thantor's body. "She is the most annoying..."
"And very effective," Thantor finished. "Everything she does is orchestrated, Yshania. Never forget that. She may be the most annoying force for good on the planet... but she is still a powerful ally."
Simbul continued. "Please don't let me detain anyone of you. I am sure if you ask nicely, Uncle Gwally will tuck all of you in and give you a well-balanced snack of udder juice and cookies." Then she turned toward Thantor. "I believe I have a solution to this problem."
"So do I," Thantor said calmly.
"Let's put our heads together then," Simbul replied laconically.
Thantor grimanced. "Been there... done that. No thanks." He turned to Jennabard and Vivien. "We will need your help." Both women nodded. Meanwhile Simbul walked over to T'lainya, respectfully offered the traditional elven greeting, and invited her to join them. Quickly, a space was cleared around Yshania's body. All of the participants conferred, then went to their appropriate places. Jenna and Vivien stood at Yshania's feet, while Simbul stood at her head. Thantor lay on the floor close to Yshania's body with T'lainya sitting between them, her hands on both their chests. Der-draigen, livid at the turn of events, furiously considered a variety of options. Mysteria pulled back a safe distance from what was occurring, curious but concerned about the effect an intense field of magic would have on her. Farscape was trying as best he could to explain to Maharlika what appeared to be happening, while Aegis looked on with great interest.
Thantor?
Yes, Yshania.
Whatever happens... thank you. I can't exactly say I am glad it happened, but...
I think I understand. Simbul and I have been working on combining psionics and magic as a synergistic force. I believe this will work, Yshania. He sensed no fear in her... more a sadness that he didn't understand. Internally, he gave her a hug as the casting got underway.
"The ways of magic were different in ancient times," she remarked casually, looking at Aegis. "Besides the fact that mythals are area-effect spells and never applied to living creatures, such magics would be... provocative in today's modern magical milieu." She looked down at Yshania's body lying on the floor. "Hmmm.... she really does need to go a bit lighter on the mead, doesn't she?" she commented, winking at Jerren, who appeared very uncomfortable at her presence.
Yshania was boiling inside Thantor's body. "She is the most annoying..."
"And very effective," Thantor finished. "Everything she does is orchestrated, Yshania. Never forget that. She may be the most annoying force for good on the planet... but she is still a powerful ally."
Simbul continued. "Please don't let me detain anyone of you. I am sure if you ask nicely, Uncle Gwally will tuck all of you in and give you a well-balanced snack of udder juice and cookies." Then she turned toward Thantor. "I believe I have a solution to this problem."
"So do I," Thantor said calmly.
"Let's put our heads together then," Simbul replied laconically.
Thantor grimanced. "Been there... done that. No thanks." He turned to Jennabard and Vivien. "We will need your help." Both women nodded. Meanwhile Simbul walked over to T'lainya, respectfully offered the traditional elven greeting, and invited her to join them. Quickly, a space was cleared around Yshania's body. All of the participants conferred, then went to their appropriate places. Jenna and Vivien stood at Yshania's feet, while Simbul stood at her head. Thantor lay on the floor close to Yshania's body with T'lainya sitting between them, her hands on both their chests. Der-draigen, livid at the turn of events, furiously considered a variety of options. Mysteria pulled back a safe distance from what was occurring, curious but concerned about the effect an intense field of magic would have on her. Farscape was trying as best he could to explain to Maharlika what appeared to be happening, while Aegis looked on with great interest.
Thantor?
Yes, Yshania.
Whatever happens... thank you. I can't exactly say I am glad it happened, but...
I think I understand. Simbul and I have been working on combining psionics and magic as a synergistic force. I believe this will work, Yshania. He sensed no fear in her... more a sadness that he didn't understand. Internally, he gave her a hug as the casting got underway.
Those who will play with kitties must expect to be scratched.
Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
He bowed his head to The Simbul when the decision not to use the Mythal was made. He was no wizard, he was a ranger, and his knowledge of magic was one of nessecity, rather then of want. He watched her moved past him, and the others, and kneel beside Yshaina's body, where she began to cast some spell. During this, he found his mind wandering to what he had just been told of the Shadow Master, and that the Dark Flames would go to attack him at some point soon. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and went up to Gwally, gently pulling him aside.
"I will help." Aegis stated calmly, Gwally only showing a bit of a cinfused look, before finally realizing what the elf was talking about.
"You don't have to, this is a matter of the Dark Flames, and we would never expect others to help." Gwally replied, a hint of concern for the stranger in his voice, Aegis just shook his head.
"For the last year, since I heard of your exploits," Aegis began, shifting slightly on his feet. "I have felt this desire to meet the Dark Flames. I'm not sure what that reason is, but something inside me has urged me to do so. I have done little with my life in Trademeet, aside from practice the art of bowmanship, and sword play, so I left. I left to search you people out. I think..." He paused for a moment, collecting his thoguhts, and choosing his words carefully. "I think I am meant to join you, and the rest of the Dark Flames in your quest to kill the Shadow Master." Aegis rested his eyes on Gwally's awaiting an answer. Obviously, what he had just said was not expected, and would need a moment to sink in.
"I will help." Aegis stated calmly, Gwally only showing a bit of a cinfused look, before finally realizing what the elf was talking about.
"You don't have to, this is a matter of the Dark Flames, and we would never expect others to help." Gwally replied, a hint of concern for the stranger in his voice, Aegis just shook his head.
"For the last year, since I heard of your exploits," Aegis began, shifting slightly on his feet. "I have felt this desire to meet the Dark Flames. I'm not sure what that reason is, but something inside me has urged me to do so. I have done little with my life in Trademeet, aside from practice the art of bowmanship, and sword play, so I left. I left to search you people out. I think..." He paused for a moment, collecting his thoguhts, and choosing his words carefully. "I think I am meant to join you, and the rest of the Dark Flames in your quest to kill the Shadow Master." Aegis rested his eyes on Gwally's awaiting an answer. Obviously, what he had just said was not expected, and would need a moment to sink in.
After explaining the situation to Maharlika, Farscape strode across the room and took two cups of hot tea Dragon Wench had so graciously provided
Thanking her pleasently, he proceded to hand one mug to Maharlika then settled back to watch the exorcism/unbinding spell. He wasnt quite sure what to call it though.
He soon grew restless of watching the mages and priests prepare, so he meandered over to the window and looked out upon the softly falling snow.
For the first time in his life, he felt comfortable. These people had collectively learned of his dark heritage. Removing his dragon scale armour, he placed it heavily on the floor near the hearth to warm it up. Wearing only light clothing now, breaches, light shirt and boots, he fastened his axe and sword upon his hips. He paused suddenly.
"For what reason could I possibly need these for? I am among friends." Unstrapping his weapons, he settled for a long knife tucked into his boot. Running a hand through his short hair, he returned his gaze to the window. Looking out he saw the lone form of the druid Bloodstalker.
By his gait and mannerisms, he had unmistakebly spent some time in the company of Cernd.
Stepping smoothly out into the cold, barely leaving impressions on the ground, he called.
"Bloodstalker, am I correct in assuming you've met Cernd?"
Thanking her pleasently, he proceded to hand one mug to Maharlika then settled back to watch the exorcism/unbinding spell. He wasnt quite sure what to call it though.
He soon grew restless of watching the mages and priests prepare, so he meandered over to the window and looked out upon the softly falling snow.
For the first time in his life, he felt comfortable. These people had collectively learned of his dark heritage. Removing his dragon scale armour, he placed it heavily on the floor near the hearth to warm it up. Wearing only light clothing now, breaches, light shirt and boots, he fastened his axe and sword upon his hips. He paused suddenly.
"For what reason could I possibly need these for? I am among friends." Unstrapping his weapons, he settled for a long knife tucked into his boot. Running a hand through his short hair, he returned his gaze to the window. Looking out he saw the lone form of the druid Bloodstalker.
By his gait and mannerisms, he had unmistakebly spent some time in the company of Cernd.
Stepping smoothly out into the cold, barely leaving impressions on the ground, he called.
"Bloodstalker, am I correct in assuming you've met Cernd?"
The waves came crashing in like blindness.
So I just stood and listened.
So I just stood and listened.
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Bloodstalker
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Bloodstalkers eyes shot open as he heard himself being addressed. He turned to see the one called Farscape. His eyes shot up in surprise at the mention of Cernd. He must have stood like that for longer than he thought, for Farscape made to turn and leave.
"Yes, I know Cernd. In fact I spent the winter in his company a few years back.", he replied, "How do you know this?"
" A guess actually," came the reply,"Something about the way you carry yourself, are you one of his order?"
Bloodstalker laughed in spite of himself, the combination of the memory of his time with Cernd and the genuine friendliness of Farscape was putting him more at ease. Besides, it gave him an excuse to not go back inside. the power of the spells being cast in there was enough to make him a little more than uncomfortable out here, he didn't want to be any closer to it than he had to. It was straining him enough to keep it from showing as it was, and he wasn't all that sure it was as well hidden as he liked to think to this observant warrior before him.
"No, nothing like that. I am no druid, in fact, he was the only druid I ever spent any amount of time with" He said. " We had some....common interests"
Common interests indeed, he thought. Interests in Bloodstalkers past.
"So how do you know Cernd?"
The conversation continued for several minutes, before Bloodstalker asked," what brought you to the Dak Flames? it seems that everyone is seeking them out latly"
"Yes, I know Cernd. In fact I spent the winter in his company a few years back.", he replied, "How do you know this?"
" A guess actually," came the reply,"Something about the way you carry yourself, are you one of his order?"
Bloodstalker laughed in spite of himself, the combination of the memory of his time with Cernd and the genuine friendliness of Farscape was putting him more at ease. Besides, it gave him an excuse to not go back inside. the power of the spells being cast in there was enough to make him a little more than uncomfortable out here, he didn't want to be any closer to it than he had to. It was straining him enough to keep it from showing as it was, and he wasn't all that sure it was as well hidden as he liked to think to this observant warrior before him.
"No, nothing like that. I am no druid, in fact, he was the only druid I ever spent any amount of time with" He said. " We had some....common interests"
Common interests indeed, he thought. Interests in Bloodstalkers past.
"So how do you know Cernd?"
The conversation continued for several minutes, before Bloodstalker asked," what brought you to the Dak Flames? it seems that everyone is seeking them out latly"
Lord of Lurkers
Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
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Gwalchmai
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”’Uncle Gwally’?” Gwalchmai fumed. Again, this self-styled princess of magic chose to direct her sarcasm at him. It was obvious that she was covering up a deep-seated attraction for him..... ( 
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Aegis approached him, talking about joining the hunt for the Shadow Master and how he had heard of the Dark Flames. “You put me – You put all of us in a tough position, Aegis,” Gwalchmai responded, “You may have heard of us, but we have not heard any tales of your exploits, despite the fact that we have a Bard of some renown in our midst. How are we to judge you, know you? How can we fight together as a team, when we have never practiced together?” Gwalchmai sighed heavily. “I am torn. My gut tells me to trust you, to trust all of you newcomers, but logic says that would be dangerous. Logic also suggests that we would be foolish to turn down help in the impending battle. I must speak with my friends. I thank you for the offer.”
Gwalchmai turned, and walked past the strange Knight, who seemed to be able to understand the Paladin who only spoke an unknown language. Joining Dragon Wench, Jerren, and Nippy in a spot of tea, he was busilly thinking about where each person could sleep in the keep. Just before he realized that he was figuratively planning to ‘tuck everyone in bed’ as Simbul had said earlier, Dragon Wench dropped her tea cup.
“A face?” Gwalchmai asked of Dragon Wench, “In your tea?” He gave her a sidelong, suspicious glance, “When was the last time you were out in the pumpkin patch?”
Dragon Wench shot him a withering but affectionate glare, but Jerren spoke up, “Tea has been known to have many properties associated with divination. Perhaps you have seen the future…”
“Did you recognize the face?” Nippy asked sensibly.
)Aegis approached him, talking about joining the hunt for the Shadow Master and how he had heard of the Dark Flames. “You put me – You put all of us in a tough position, Aegis,” Gwalchmai responded, “You may have heard of us, but we have not heard any tales of your exploits, despite the fact that we have a Bard of some renown in our midst. How are we to judge you, know you? How can we fight together as a team, when we have never practiced together?” Gwalchmai sighed heavily. “I am torn. My gut tells me to trust you, to trust all of you newcomers, but logic says that would be dangerous. Logic also suggests that we would be foolish to turn down help in the impending battle. I must speak with my friends. I thank you for the offer.”
Gwalchmai turned, and walked past the strange Knight, who seemed to be able to understand the Paladin who only spoke an unknown language. Joining Dragon Wench, Jerren, and Nippy in a spot of tea, he was busilly thinking about where each person could sleep in the keep. Just before he realized that he was figuratively planning to ‘tuck everyone in bed’ as Simbul had said earlier, Dragon Wench dropped her tea cup.
“A face?” Gwalchmai asked of Dragon Wench, “In your tea?” He gave her a sidelong, suspicious glance, “When was the last time you were out in the pumpkin patch?”
Dragon Wench shot him a withering but affectionate glare, but Jerren spoke up, “Tea has been known to have many properties associated with divination. Perhaps you have seen the future…”
“Did you recognize the face?” Nippy asked sensibly.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
T’lainya took her position between Yshania’s body and Thantor, sitting on the floor between them. She placed a hand on each of them and silently focused her will. She offered a prayer to the Seldarine, Corellon the protector and Sehanine Moonbow, the Lady of Mysteries, in particular. She felt the warmth of the fire and the presence of the others. She bowed her head, drawing her strength from thoughts of Arvandor and her gods. The miasma of evil was present but distant. She concentrated and the holy symbol she wore reacted. The mithril crescent moon and suspended azure star glowed in response to her silent plea. The faint smell of rot dissipated from the room and the chill abated.
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"I have seen them/I have watched them all fall/I have been them/I have watched myself crawl"
"I will only complicate you/Trust in me and fall as well"
"Quiet time...no more whine"
"I have seen them/I have watched them all fall/I have been them/I have watched myself crawl"
"I will only complicate you/Trust in me and fall as well"
"Quiet time...no more whine"
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Muttering somthing inaudible beneath her breath, Dragon Wench looked up at Gwalchmai, Jerren and Nippy.
"There was a face gazing upwards from the tea itself.......I don't mean the leaves....erm.....and no I have not been anywhere near the pumpkin patch...."
She turned to Nippy, "I'm not sure if I recognized the face.....it was in shadow........as if shrouded....or masked......"
"There was a face gazing upwards from the tea itself.......I don't mean the leaves....erm.....and no I have not been anywhere near the pumpkin patch...."
She turned to Nippy, "I'm not sure if I recognized the face.....it was in shadow........as if shrouded....or masked......"
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