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1. [DL-N] So that's why I'm in here?
From: jim grace <darvituakblackhart@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [DL-N] What timing
From: jim grace <darvituakblackhart@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [DL-N] What a strange experiance.
From: jim grace <darvituakblackhart@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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4. [DL-N] Why do I still miss her.
From: jim grace <darvituakblackhart@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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5. [DL-W] Luncheon on the Lawn
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Message: 1
Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2005 05:21:07 -0800 (PST)
From: jim grace <darvituakblackhart@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] So that's why I'm in here?
Day 5 mid afternoon.
As Link and Amy walked down the hall they heard Ranker yell "Maybe we
can dual again some time with no poisoned darts to help you."
As ranker sat there alone again he thought to himself, 'Hmm so that's
what really happened. So I did set fire to the orchards, but it was an
accident. It's not my fault that Kautiv over through his breath. As for
that Link guy beating me, that would have never happened so easily if
they never poisoned me. So that's why I saw him use a mind gift. I was
poisoned.'
Ranker lay back on the cot for a moment, and then thought, 'maybe I
should check it out anyways, if I get out of here that is.'
Submitted by James for
Ranker.
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Message: 2
Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2005 17:47:02 -0800 (PST)
From: jim grace <darvituakblackhart@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] What timing
Day 8 mid morning
Woodlenn was just sitting in the cavern waiting for a dragon to talk to
him, for he's lived in the warren his whole life so he knows how it
works. Thinking to himself, 'I hope one of the dragons talk to me. And
as for that skeleton. Maybe Jen is right that i am jumping the arrow
here. So I guess I should just wait to see whats going on. But last
year when I went to see her grave it said that the body was moved to
where the killer lived, and with everone thinking it me, if they found
me then that skeleton must belong to Sandra, but I'll wait. It has been
five years now since she died. Why did her have to die, I miss her so
much, and who would do such a thing to such a sweet girl, and then pin
me? Maybe it was her boyfriend croniss. He always thought something was
going on between us when there was not. Maybe he killed her, and pinned
me for revenge. Well I am not going to worry about it any more. It has
been long enough that it must have blown over with the winds of the
east by now.
So maybe I should go back to my life the way it was before. Sandra
would have wanted it that way, but what about all that attention. I
really do not want all that attention any more that is what got me in
trouble before.'
{Yeah but it sounds like it wasn't your falt.}
Wood jumped up to see who was there, but found no one. [Who said that]
wood said in his head remembering he was thinking.
{It was me Semaj.} The dragonett claimed.
NRPG- Sandra's corpse is still in the grave the writing was done to the
grave in hopes that the killer would see it and turn himself in. But I
don't want this to become any thing more then just a memory. Ravendale
is nolonger looking for the killer of this non local girl, nor is the
skeleton in Norwall in anyway linked to this story. So have fun with
the skeleton I will only mention it through the corse of this
reflection, but soon Woodlenn will no longer have this story going once
his past is set.
<Continuing>
{Please help me. I can't see anything, and all my mates are saying how
beutiful it is, but I can't see.}
Wood jumped down on to the sand, when Mayleen shot him a look, but
subsided when she saw who it was. She knows that he s choosen now, and
all the other dragons talk so highly of this one, for he is the only
human that comes to see them alot, and accually hangs out with them,
and he makes such pretty things.
Wood looks over the sand for awhile. Then he see's it. A dragon egg
moving around all by itself, with a blue tail. Wood walks up to it
knocks on the shell. [Is this one you friend?]
{Yeah! Open up I want to see!}
[Okay. Go down as far as you can, I am going to hit the shell as hard
as I can.]
{No wait, you might hit me in the head, or brake the shell into my
eyes, or......}
Before he could finish.[Okay here I come]
As Wood pulls his sword from his sheath, the dragonett quickly get down
in his shell. As all the spectators look on posably thinking he is
going to kill the egg. See's him hit the egg with the blunt side
cracking it open.
As the baby blue pushed his head out and looked at his new friend they
both said at the same time.
"Wow how beutiful you are.......Oh... why ...thanks."
Then they laughed together, friends forever in one quick secound.
Submitted by Jim for
Woodlenn and Semaj
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Message: 3
Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2005 04:58:26 -0800 (PST)
From: jim grace <darvituakblackhart@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] What a strange experiance.
Day 6 early afternoon
"Please come in Wood." Jeneve says.
"So what makes you think that the skeleton is Sandra's?" she asks.
"Well it is the same height, and the remains are completely decomposed.
Now I do not know how to tell how long a corpse has been buried, but I
assume that it must take a few years to decompose a corpse completely.
Well what do you think, and if so how can we hide it again?"
<Tag Carina.>
Day 6 mid evening.
As Ranker watches the beautiful girl run down the hall, he thinks to
himself 'my, what a strange girl. I wonder what she knows, and why she
keeps saying that I'm just like the others. I need to talk to Breezy on
why they keep letting this poor girl in here if I disturb her so much.'
{Kautiv?}
[Yeah?]
{I need you to send a message to Breezy's dragon to tell her to come,
see me at once about this diner server.}
[Yes my lord.]
{Don't get smart!}
Then they both laughed.
[Coo? Can you tell your rider to go see Ranker about his diner server?
We think some thing is wrong.] Kautiv asked less demanding so that
hopefully Breezy will not be mad at his soul mate.
<Tag Tree.>
Day 7 late night.
Woodlenn sat down at his usual table. 'I am sick of hiding. Sandra
would not approve of me hiding, and letting go of the music like I
did.' He thought as he pulled down his hood for the first time ever in
the dinning hall, or anywhere for that fact.
He hears the girls fighting over who is going to serve him when Uncle
says "He has strict orders that only Elf serves him."
The girls sighed as Elf went to the table to take his order.
She sits down looks at him, and says "Aw you took your hood off for
me?!"
"Um... Sure why not?" Wood replied.
<Tag Elf for a conversation.>
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Ranker, Woodlenn, and Kautivrad.
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Message: 4
Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2005 21:50:59 -0800 (PST)
From: jim grace <darvituakblackhart@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] Why do I still miss her.
Day 7 Early morning.
Ranker sat up, yawned a deep yawn. Sitting on the edge of the bed with
his head in his palm started to think of Val again.
<Memory>
"Val, where you going?"
She turned around through her arms around the big mans neck.
"To see you." She tells him.
As Ranker squeezes the thin girl he says. "Oh! So what did you want me
for?"
"To give me a back message."
"Ok sit down."
So she sits right in front of him as he started to rub her back she
leaned back into his arms. The large arms of the man wrapped around the
girl's neck over her chest practically covering her completely. They
sit there until she falls asleep in his arms.
Ranker picks the sleeping girl up, and carries her home, puts her in
bed, and holds her all night as they sleep.
<Present>
'Thank god her parents trusted us for we could have been in big trouble
for being with each other unwed. Well we did fool around a little
during our relation****p, but nothing to tarnish her. If I just never
left for those few years she would have never fell for that other guy,
and she would have been with me. Oh well nothing I can do to change the
past so why worry about it.' Ranker thought to himself.
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Message: 5
Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2005 04:02:14 -0400
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-W] Luncheon on the Lawn
Day 16
Morning
Dining Hall
Merissa called out to Xanthia as she walked away, "And don't forget...
the dining hall will be closed after breakfast. They'll be serving a
luncheon on the lawn in the gardens. It'll have entertainment for the
dignitaries."
Xanthia smiled, "Your mother?"
Merissa sighed, "Yes, she and her students have been practicing for
weeks for this. I hope it goes well for her."
[Tag: Morgie]
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Late Morning
Warren Offices
Th'rin knocked on the office door, which, surprising him, swung open
unexpectedly, and he found himself stepping through with his attempted
second knock. "Merissa?"
The tired looking warrenlady looked up from the stacks of papers that
lay untouched on her desk before her. "Th'rin?" She sounded
surprised.
He came in and closed the door behind him. "I'm sorry about,
yesterday.
I don't know how I missed you and... Prince Reolden. I can't
understand
why one of the nurses told me that you were in the infirmary when you
were in the apothecary... and by the time I got to the apothecary...
well, I hope he wasn't in there when whatever it was spilled, because
the odor!... had to air that whole wing out." Th'rin stopped as
Merissa
was now giggling uncontrollably.
"Sorry!" Merissa wiped her eyes, "But, yes, he was there. And we beat
a hasty retreat when Xanthia broke the second bottle, I can assure
you."
Th'rin tried to keep a straight face, but he enjoyed seeing Merissa
laugh, "I'm sure Xanthia must have been mortified."
"Yes, she was, poor thing. And she cut her hand, to boot."
"Oh! Did she take care of the cut herself? Perhaps I should take a
look
at it..."
"No, it's fine," Merissa said. She wondered how Th'rin could have
told
Xanthia that he did not love her, when it was quite plain on his face
that he still did, especially the look of jealousy that crossed it when
Merissa went on to say, "And Dru'Kar helped her bandage it up."
"Ah, yes, I see." Th'rin commented dryly. But then he tried to smile,
"But this wasn't what I wanted to see you about. Areena said something
about... lunch?" He looked hopeful.
Merissa smiled, "Yes, the dining hall has been closed in preparation
for
the ball tonight, and Ybini has overseen a cold luncheon on the lawn of
Trinale's Garden. I was hoping that you would make time to go with me.
My mother is performing...."
"Ah, well then... I suppose I'd better not miss... I mean I certainly
would love to hear her perform." Th'rin managed to smile. It was no
surprise that Th'rin was one of Analise's least favorite people, having
"corrupted" her daughter into a deviant relation****p and then
"betrayed"
her by sleeping with another man, not to mention, having a daughter
with
Xanthia, as well.
"Good. Then you won't mind that I've already asked Clarissa to cover
for you for the rest of the afternoon?" Merissa's eyes twinkled.
"But... Merissa? I have work...."
"Not any more." Merissa smiled sweetly. "But you have just enough
time
to accompany me home to change into something more... presentable."
[TAG: Kris!]
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Noon
Merissa looked resplendent in the dress she had selected for the
luncheon. It was a sleeveless white dress with ****mmering gold
threads,
that made her olive complexion glow warmly. She spun around and
admired
herself in front of the mirror. She paused as she heard a wolf-whistle
behind her.
"Whooo-hoo. You look... wonderful." Th'rin almost leered.
Merissa smiled. Sadly, she realized she had not been thinking about
what Th'rin would say when he saw her in the dress, but instead about
what Reolden might think. "We had better be going."
Together, the warrenlady and head healer strolled out to the lawn in
the
center of the garden, where a dais had been raised on which the
musicians would perform.
Trestle tables and benches had been brought out and arranged in a
semicircle to allow the best possible view of the dais to everyone
present. Merissa noticed that the Prince had not yet arrived.
[TAG: Carys]
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Analise sent one of her students up on the stage to perform, saving her
own performance for later, when she would have the greatest attention.
He was good and played some nice background music.
Platters of cooked meat and a sliced cheese were passed around the
tables, followed by some hearty bread. Fruit bowls were passed next.
Tankards of ale or goblets of wine were served, and casks were set up
near the path that was the entrance onto the lawn so individuals could
refill their drinks without disturbing the enjoyment of those listening
to the music.
Analise felt a trickle of sweat slide down between her breasts. She
looked around and loosened the neck of her gown a little. The head
bard
began to wonder if perhaps the burgundy velvet dress wasn't the wisest
of choices to wear for a mid-day performance.
[TAG: Everyone come to the luncheon. Eddie... is Gob watching?
John...
is Nerika ready?]
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SUMMARY:
Morning
As they leave to start their day, Merissa reminds Xanthia that the
dining hall will be closed and that there will be a luncheon in the
garden.
Late Morning:
Th'rin receives word through Areena about the luncheon and decides to
go
see Merissa in her office. He begins to apologize about the mix-up
with
the tour of the medical center, and learns about Xanthia's accident and
her cut hand. Merissa thinks he looks jealous when she mentions
Dru'Kar's helping Xanthia with her cut. The warrenlady and head healer
return to their apartment to get ready for the luncheon.
Noon:
The luncheon on the garden lawn: Analise has the warren musicians
ready
to perform on a dais that was set up. She realizes that wearing a
burgundy velvet dress, while quite attractive, might not have been the
best choice in the noon-day sun.
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Respectfully submitted by:
Arlene Jacobs
AKA
Merissa, rider of Chrysthal
Analise, Head Bard
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