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Gwalchmai shook himself out of his melancholy stupor. If he wanted to make up for his past mistakes, moping around wouldn’t help. Besides, the angst was so thick in the keep, he could cut it with Balduran’s Butter Knife. He walked up to Dragon Wench’s room and knocked on the door, “Dragon Wench? I know you’re having a rough time. I thought maybe you would like a back rub?”

Dragon Wench smiled, Gwalchmai was so skilled at reading the minds of the Dark Flames. It was good to know that she'd found friends, her grief subsided a little.

"Thank you, I would appeciate that, the door's open," she called out

[ 06-28-2001: Message edited by: dragon wench ]

OOC. Phew I've just been playing ToB, Anomen practically made me blush just now.

BTW, While the forums were down Loner and I discussed the possibility of us finding a nice cozy corner in a chatroom somewhere. Imagine, real time dialogue.......

I don't actually know much about chatrooms, I've always been a little leery of them, but maybe this could be fun.

[ 06-28-2001: Message edited by: dragon wench ]

OOC: I don't know anything about chat rooms. I've used AOL instant messenger, but my computer usually crashes. You let us know if you and Loner find one, and if you want company! (or maybe you two want a little private time.... )

Originally posted by dragon wench:
BTW, While the forums were down Loner and I discussed the possibility of us finding a nice cozy corner in a chatroom somewhere. Imagine, real time dialogue.......

OOC: I'd be up for that . But only if Georgi will be serving the drinks .

[ 06-28-2001: Message edited by: thantor3 ]

A grateful Dragon Wench stretched out and let herself float while Gwalchmai's skilled hands worked out the tension in her shoulders. She vaguely wondered which paths they would all pursue once they had rested. She was also concerned about Jennabard, whose past was so closely interwoven with her own. Ironically, Jennabard seemed like a sister, in a tragic and macabre sort of way they were linked by blood.

[ 06-29-2001: Message edited by: dragon wench ]

Sorry to interupt this mano-e-mano sex-a-thon, but I'm wondering where all of my friends have gone...

the pain...all that they could think of was the pain...death seem to be a welcome distraction until thantor showed up, how annoying.

shadows played in jennabard's mind after the third session of the shadow master's experiments. she laid there in a pool of her own blood. her body could not handle the torture he is putting her through. between sleeping and death, thantor came to her and said his piece.

but it was already too late, both jenna and her nemisis are dying. the fire in her mind is all thats left of her spirit. she studied the walls where the shadows danced. in the dance was a pheonix that kepted avoiding the flames.

that is my sign, jenna thought, thats what i was waiting for. her shadow was moping around cursing this new imprisonment. jennabard reached out to her nemisis, and held her close, the shadow drew some comfort from this act.

'i want to live' the shadow cried, 'why does this always happen to me?'

'be brave my nemisis, be brave, we can't let him win.'jenna held her hand.

the shadow dried her tears and took her hand,'i'm no coward, let's show him what we are.'jenna only nodded.

together, they jumped into the flames of a dying spirit, igniting it into a song.
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the shadow master returned to the anti-magic chamber to continue the experiments of trying to recreate spellfire. there are only 2 other people who are born with spellfire. one is protected by the harpers up north, the other is rumoured to be elemister himself. it was pure luck that he found jenna so long ago. young, alone, and scared. he smiled at those memories as if he was fond of them. like a master to a favorite pet.

when he came up to the shield, the only thing that greet him were ashes.

OOC- she's not dead!!! don't worry i'm taking good care of her!!!

Gwalchmai sorted through his assortment of massage oils and therapeutic incense. “Dragon Wench is not really a patchouli and rose water kinda gal,” he thought to himself, “Ah, yes. Here we go. Essence of sandal wood and cedar with a hint of wild raspberry and lavender in an extra virgin olive oil base. This should do the trick!” He firmly kneaded the tight muscles and knots in her shoulders and back, noting that she tended to store her stress in her neck. “You should learn to manage your stress better, let it out,” he said, “Try to be more centered, balanced.” But she didn’t hear. She was asleep. Quietly, he slipped out, and went to his own chambers.

Originally posted by dragon wench:
<STRONG>OOC. Phew I've just been playing ToB, Anomen practically made me blush just now. </STRONG>

{OOC: What did he say?? What did he say?!?! PM me }

The scent of sandalwood drifted softly into Loner's room through the open door. She breathed deeply. The room was dim; the sun was now on the other side of the Keep, and she removed the blindfold. Her eyes were comfortable in this slight lighting, and Thantor had suggested leaving the blindfold off as much as she could. She could now see sharper outlines, though colors were murky and strange.

She sat up on the edge of her bed. She could sense Anomen, somewhere in the castle, and she hated being able to feel his presence. No one would tell her where he was; and everyone knew she was still in no shape to go searching. She heard him scream something. He did that from time to time since he'd been there. She paced the room.

Nippy now was back at the Orders keep. He had a lot to think about. Not only was he now an offical guardian of the flame he also had a brother. He was sure that Thantor, Loner and the rest accepted him. However Gwalchmai was unsure whether to trust him. Nippy decided to speak to him.

Nippy knocked on Gwalchmai's door.

"Come in"

"Gwalchmai, I just wanted to speak to you. I can that you are reluctant to trust me and I can understand that. Is there anyway that I can I persuade you to trust me?"

"Well you swore fealty to our cause, that was a good start. The only way is for you to prove me you are trustworthy in the future to come."

"I thank you for being honest. Truth be told I have no idea where to go from here. Dragon Wench seems to want to go to Kara-Tur, I meant to ask, how is she?"

"She is resting at the moment."

"That is good. She has a lot of stress to come and the more relaxed she is the better. I bid you good night. I must sleep and meditate."

"At least he is honest" Gwalchmai thought.

Nippy left for his room and began to medtate. He needed to think and channel his energies. He suddenly burst into a forest clearing, he recognised the scene described by Dragon Wench. Jerren's body was on the floor. A spirit escaped the body and came to him.

"I have been taught many things brother. I have a gift for you. You had the talent, that is why you could use you katanas, you also have the fire in your blood. I give you the power of the ancients. Tell Dragon Wench I love her!"

The spirit entered Nippy's body.

Suddenly a searing heat coursed through his body. He felt like his veins were on fire. He woke from his meditation with a shout. Dragon Wench who was in the room next to him came in to Nippy's room to see him with a golden glow.

"I...I was spoken to by Jerren. He awoke the power of the ancients within me. He...he told me he will always love you"

Dragon Wench left the room crying...


OOC: Hope this ok y'all!

OOC @WK doesn't it say no spam?
@DW OMG, sounds cool, can't wait for ToB!
@Thantor at least somebody appreciates my drink-serving abilities
@all get ICQ if you want a decent RT chat client (BTW I think my ICQ# is in my profile if anyone does have ICQ)

[ 06-29-2001: Message edited by: Georgi ]

Stumbling back to her room, Dragon Wench collapsed on her bed. Try as she might she could not stop the tears from escaping her eyes. She burrowed under the covers in the hope that they would conceal her anguished sobs. She had tried for so long to keep her emotions buried, but suddenly the carefully constructed walls that she'd woven around her soul were beginning to collapse.

Originally posted by Witch King:
Sorry to interupt this mano-e-mano sex-a-thon, but I'm wondering where all of my friends have gone...

OOC: A witch hunt suddenly has a surprizing appeal...

Thantor was lost in thought, thinking about how nice it would be to once again lead a simple life. Having the time to plant an herb garden out back for the Dark Flames, for example. In his mind, he sketched out a small plot filled with hypericum, valerian, glycyrrhiza, and zingiber. Of course, we would want some echinacea, lemon balm ...

His reverie was interupted once again by one of Anomen's screams. He sighed. What was it Keldorn used to always say? Duty calls. He arose and went to look for Georgi. On his way down the corridor, he heard a sound like muffled sobs coming from Dragon Wench's room. He closed his eyes and offered a small blessing, then respectfully turned and continued his search.

[ 06-29-2001: Message edited by: thantor3 ]

Originally posted by Georgi:
<STRONG>OOC @WK doesn't it say no spam?
@DW OMG, sounds cool, can't wait for ToB!
@Thantor at least somebody appreciates my drink-serving abilities
@all get ICQ if you want a decent RT chat client </STRONG>

[OOC: Is this English?]

IC:
Gwalchmai was up early fixing breakfast. This was usually Darkpoet’s favorite activity, but he was sleeping in. Buttered croissants, fresh fruit, granola, yogurt, and honey for the Ladies, Sausage, eggs, biscuits, gravy and juice were also laid out. Thantor arrived first, but ate only white, dry toast and water. Kramor and Loner arrived arm in arm, and fed each other bits of fruit. Loner had taken to wearing a blindfold made of purple silk edged in yellow, for some odd reason. Georgi sat bleary-eyed, hugging a mug of coffee and nibbling on a croissant - she was not a morning person. Dragonwench slowly ate a bowl of fruit with granola, yogurt, and honey, but her eyes were red-rimmed, and her appetite was not good. Vivien took her breakfast outside to eat it on the roof of the keep. Young Nippy was late, but energetically ate most of the left overs, saving just enough sausage for Darkpoet to sullenly eat.

After breakfast, Gwalchmai addressed the group, “So what do we do now? I assume everyone wants to split up again?”

(OOC@Gwally What?! It makes perfect sense... )

After resting back at the keep, Georgi was feeling a little more energetic, and it took little persuasion to get Darkpoet to help her train. The clash of steel on steel rang from the courtyard through the keep, a welcome distraction from the cries which echoed from the cells below. With each scream, Georgi felt as though daggers were stabbing into her skull.

Her thoughts elsewhere, Darkpoet easily disarmed her. "Are you sure you're up to this?" he asked.

She got up, nodding, pushing the pain to the back of her mind.

[ 06-29-2001: Message edited by: Georgi ]

Dragon Wench turned to Gwalchmai, "I don't know if splitting up just yet is such a good idea. There are some things that I need to contemplate......and there's still the question of Anomen, we need to decide what we're going to do with him."
Then looking uneasily at the others she said, "if Nippy comes looking for me.....I'm not here okay?" With that, she finished the last spoonful of her granola (only because Gwalchmai was gazing at her a little like a mother hen, ), and slipped away to her room.

Originally posted by Gwalchmai:

Thantor arrived first, but ate only white, dry toast and water.

OOC: @Gwalchmai: LOL . That would be organic whole wheat toast with flax oil and filtered spring water. And I'm still waiting for my microfiltered protein shake, smelt pancakes, and fruit bowl. *mumbling* Where is that Darkpoet?

OOC: @Thantor: Sorry, I posted at the same time as you. What the heck if Zingiber anyway?

@Georgi: ICQ? In Copious Quantities? Iridescent Cabana Quarters?

OOC: Yeah, I've used ICQ before I should download it again. I know that you can chat with several people at once, although I'm not exactly certain how you do this.