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1. [DL-W] No Show
From: lady_elf@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
2. [DL-J] Yipes! Look out above!
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Fri, 13 May 2005 20:34:59 -0500
From: lady_elf@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
[DL-W] No Show
**Morning Day 16, Corra's Apartment.**
"What do you mean, you don't know?" Elsa hissed at Corra. "You're a
healer,
you hear lots of things."
"Lips are tight around me lately," Corra shrugged. True as it was, the
game
had gotten old as well. She was tired of being coerced into divulging
personal information about various riders to the aide, and wished she'd
never stolen Latnem's journal, let alone given it to Elsa for
safe-keeping.
Elsa was frustrated, her sources of information were drying up. Corra
had
been quiet useful, providing that journal and then giving her
information
about the dragonriders she'd cared for, but her usefulness was drawing
to a
close and the search for the mind healer's journal was getting too
close
for comfort. She couldn't be caught with it: no, that would not do at
all.
Corra furrowed her brow and rubbed her temples, the stress of the
situation
getting to her.
"Oh, you poor dear," Elsa crooned, a plan forming in her head "I'm
sorry. I
shouldn't have snapped. Would you like some tea?"
"That would be nice," Corra said.
Elsa returned a few minutes later with a hot steaming cup of tea. She
watched in satisfaction as the unwitting healer took the cup and drank
deeply, unaware that it had been laced with sleep inducing herbs. Soon
the
old biddy would be asleep and she could do her deed.
Before Corra knew it, her eye grew heavy. She tried to speak, but
couldn't
will her lips to move. Slumping across the desk, the world went black.
Elsa scrambled through her pack and found the journal stashed at the
bottom
she opened it and smiled in satisfaction as she came across a
particularly
juicy entry before she slipped the open volume underneath Corra's head.
Yes, indeed, when that healer woke up, she'd have a lot of explaining
to do.
***
**Evening, at the party**
"Xanthia... Lady Ya****na! And Dru'Kar!" Merissa waved the pair over.
"Merissa," Xanthia smiled tiredly, "Sorry I'm late."
"Dru'Kar!" a young voice sounded off joyfully. Recognizing the call of
his
young charge, the large Guardian left the two ladies to go see to his
charge.
"You look lovely," Merissa complimented. "I was getting worried, you
weren't here yet."
"Corra didn't show up for her ****ft. I had to find someone to cover.
Dru'Kar brought me my clothes so I could change there," Xanthia
explained.
"Corra didn't show?" Merissa asked.
Xanthia shook her head. "Last time I saw her, she was leaving the med
center with that aide, Elsa."
"It's not like her not to show."
"I know," Xanthia commented. She was torn. There was the rift caused by
the
elder healer's lies and mistreatment, true, but still a part of her
worried
to some degree. "I was thinking about going to check on her but..."
"You probably shouldn't do that alone," Merissa agreed. She knew the
history. "I can have someone check for you if you like, or have them go
with you."
<TAG Arlene and anyone who wants to go with Xanthia.>
***
**Later, back at the party**
Xanthia walked over to where Merissa was standing., ground beneath her
feet
feeling strangely insubstantial. She searched the faces, looking for
some
familiarity. Th'rin, Latnem, Ari, Merissa, Prince Reolden, Dru'Kar.
The petite redheaded healer felt a pair of hands behind her, guiding
her
into a chair even as her vision narrowed to a tunnel and her skin and
tongue prickled oddly.
"Xanthia?"
She felt every bit the lost child, and probably looked it as well. But
she
knew she was a healer, too. She had to focus. Things needed said and
done.
She had to be the healer now.
Focus.
It was Dru'Kar's hand she reached for.looking up into his face
uncertainly,
her mind and emotions reeling as she wasn't sure what to think or feel.
But
she found the strength and peace she needed at that moment within his
eyes.
"She's dead." Xanthia said simply. The words coming out of her own
mouth,
while true, seemed surreal. How could this be? The woman who raised her
was
dead.
"Dead?!?" Merissa questioned.
"While reading Latnem's journal and drinking tea." Xanthia confirmed.
She
wished she could wipe the scene from her mind.
"Corra had my journal?!?" Latnem asked in shock.
Xanthia nodded numbly.
"Heart attack?" someone asked. Xanthia couldn't separate one voice from
another.
Xanthia shook her head uncertainly. "At her last check up her heart
was
stronger than my own."
<<TAG Arlene, Carys, and everyone else!>>
SUMMARY:
Day 16, morning: In Corra's apartment, tension builds between Corra and
Elsa. Elsa makes Corra some tea. After Corra p***** out, the aide opens
Latnem's journal and slips it under the old healer's head.
Day 16, evening: Corra fails to show up for work so Xanthia is late to
the
party. Merissa offers to send someone with Xanthia to check on Corra.
Day 16, later: A shocked Xanthia, her mind and emotions reeling,
returns to
re****t that Corra is dead.
Hugs & Blessings,
Morgan
lady_elf@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 2
Date: Sat, 14 May 2005 04:36:53 -0400
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-J] Yipes! Look out above!
Day 1
Afternoon
Tyler slid off his dragon and looked around at the deserted beach.
"Where the hell are we!?" Tyler cried out.
*We're supposed to be back on the battle front with the medical
supplies! Riders and dragons could be dying!* Tyler mind-shouted.
Plastyra looked over at her rider, <I was told not to tell you.>
*Tell me? Tell me what?* Tyler stared up at Plastyra in shock.
<We have to wait,> Plastyra evaded.
*Wait? Why?* Tyler stomped his food, *We are NOT waiting! We are
going
now! We have supplies to deliver! K'mal is going to be worried! Gus
is going to be furious! We have to go!*
<No, not going.>
---
Mid Afternoon
He ground his teeth in frustration. There wasn't a thing he could do
until his dragon would take him away! Tyler paced back and forth on
the
beach in front of his dragon. He had thrown sand at her. He had
complained of the heat, (and been told to take a swim). And every once
in a while, he would try another tactic.
He had been wading in the water along the beach when another thought
came to him. Stopping, he kicked his foot in frustration, spla****ng up
water, then he turned to face his dragon. *And what if this mysterious
person we're waiting for doesn't show?*
<They'll show. Varaenna said they would.> Plastyra wouldn't budge.
*Oh! So are you saying it was Varaenna who told you to come here?*
<I... I didn't say that!> Plastyra hedged.
*So, we're just to wait here on the beach? What if... what if Kataani
show up here?* Tyler suddenly began to feel nervous.
Plastyra looked around at the peaceful beach, then out toward the
ocean,
*I don't see any... oh!*
Tyler turned around and gasped as a few hundred yards out from the
beach, a column of water spouted into the air cascading down in a
torrent.
*PLASTYRA!* Tyler began to run back toward his dragon, spla****ng water
with each footfall. He slipped and fell flat into the water. Coughing
and sputtering, he scrambled up and began to run again.
[SNIP]
Just offshore from the rendezvous point, the reappearance of the
two
dragons a few fathoms below the surface caused a far greater
disruption,
as the water displaced by their bulk blasted outward in a loud
detonation that threw up a great column of water high into the air.
The
two dragons erupted out of the waterspout as it collapsed, and soared
in
over the beach.
[END SNIP]
<They're here!> Plastyra cried out.
*Kataani?!* Tyler felt a panic grip him. *Plas! Get us out of here!*
<No.. no!>
*This isn't a time to be stubborn! I don't care what Varaenna said!
We
have to leave! Now!*
<No! It's... them!>
A shadow passed over Tyler and he fell flat into the sand. He looked
in
front of him and was shocked to see two seadragons landing a few yards
away, right next to Plastyra. Seadragons... from Jasra! Relief washed
over him. Spitting out sand, he exclaimed, "By the egg!"
The two riders and one passenger descended and stared at the young man
sprawled on the ground. Ansel came forward and offered Tyler a hand,
"Are you okay?"
"You just scared the living crap out of me!" Tyler replied, his
irritation boiling out. "Anyone care to tell me what the hell is going
on? I was supposed to be bringing supplies to the battlefront! But my
dragon kidnaps me, brings me here, and then won't tell me anything!"
<Oh, I can tell you now!> Plastyra chimed in happily. <Varaenna said
I
was to bring you here so you could take an im****tant person somewhere
to
get something that only that person knows about.>
*What? Him?*
Dolfis stared in disbelief at the son of his age-old nemesis. "Don't
tell me! Is Tara joking? You want me to trust... him? A Grouty?"
"Well, fine! I wasn't volunteering for this, you know!" Tyler
stormed.
"I'll just pop back to the warren and tell someone..."
"NO!" Ansel and Eliase both shouted.
Eliase came over and, dusting the wet sand from Tyler's face and ****rt,
said, "Tyler, you can't! No one is to know! We were sworn not to say
anything to anyone! We can't even return to the warren until someone
comes here to get us! This is just too im****tant. Tara must have had
her reasons for picking you for this task. Please!" And she turned to
look at Dolfis, "Please? The warren's very existence may depend on
your
accompli****ng ... whatever... it is you need to do!"
She turned back and looked pleadingly into Tyler's eyes and the young
man felt his heart skip a beat. How could he refuse? "I will do what
I
can ... for the warren."
"You do know what it is we are supposed to do?" Dolfis asked in
grudging acceptance of Eliase's plea.
<Tell him, Varaenna said we must pick up the im****tant thing he gave to
someone from his ****p for safe keeping.>
So, Tyler relayed the message. As he spoke he could see Dolfis
nodding,
"Aye! I thought so! Thought that's what this was all about."
<Tell Khamorray and Riyanne's riders they have to stay here until
Syngnath and his rider come for them.>
Tyler looked at Ansel and Eliase, but he could see that they were
already getting the message from their dragons as he spoke it aloud.
"Then we'd best be going. Are you ready, Dolfis?" Tyler walked over to
his dragon and glared at her, *You could have told Varaenna we were
busy!*
They climbed up onto the multi-colored dragon's back and, waving to
Ansel and Eliase, took off. As soon as they were a safe distance above
the ground Tyler said, "Hold on!" before they tele****ted to Haven.
[TAG: Rachel -- They might be waiting hours! ::Grins::]
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Tyler had made this jump several times during training, but it always
made him queasy when they did it, and this was no exception. It must
be
the tele****ting over the non-magical spaces, he reasoned.
The townsfolk looked up as the dragon came in to land. Tyler just
waved
them away when they came up asking for news. "We've im****tant
business."
Dolfis asked if anyone knew where a man named Griffin, the first mate
of
the Marquesa, might be found. After a bit of consulting amongst
themselves, one man mentioned that he might be found at the Crooked
Duck, a drinking establishment on the other side of town.
The pub, if that is what it could be called, had a sign of a duck
hanging crookedly from one chain just outside its main door. They had
to step down to enter as the floor below was lower than the road
outside. It was dark and musty inside and the haze of smoke and the
smell of ale were heavy in the air. Men's deep laughter assaulted
their
ears.
Dolfis smiled and swaggered as he made his way to the table where his
first mate was seated. "Griffin!"
The man looked up and grinned. He looked like he'd been there all
night
and possibly several nights.
Tyler stood where he was near the door, just in case he needed to beat
a
hasty retreat. He was now glad that he had ruined his clothes during
the battle and then subsequently at the beach. At least he didn't look
too much like a target, he hoped.
Dolfis and Griffin exchanged their greetings and then Griffin excused
himself from the poker game that he seemed to be losing, and lead them
back out into the fading afternoon sun****ne. They walked a short
distance to a boarding house where Griffin apparently was residing.
"Jus wait right here, Cap'n, I'll be right down wit' me thin's"
Griffin
winked and hurried inside. He came back a short time later with a
duffle bag slung over his shoulder, and something heavy wrapped in a
shabby blanket. He patted the blanket and winked. "Got it all, right
here!"
Dolfis nodded, "Good. Let's get out of here."
"Good! Cap'n! I've been missin' the sea!" He smiled a gap-toothed
grin, "How's me gal? How's the Marquesa?"
Dolfis sighed, "Last I saw of her, she was making good her escape from
the Kataani. I don't know how they knew to come after me...?"
"Look, I hate to interrupt your happy reunion and all, but... we have
urgent business, right?" Tyler reminded them.
"Right, right." Dolfis glared at the young Grouty. He looked at
Griffin and nodded at the blanket, "Sure it's the... item?"
"Are ya doubting me, Cap'n? I'm shocked!" Griffin mocked a look of
pain, but he unwrapped a bit of the blanket and gave Dolfis a peak of
the contents.
Satisfied the old pirate nodded to Tyler, "Fine, let's go. And believe
me, Tara will hear from me about... her choice of escort."
Tyler snorted, "I didn't ask for this assignment, trust me."
The three mounted Plastyra for the ride back to Jasra. Tyler worried
that she hadn't gotten enough rest between tele****ts, but she assured
him she would be fine, and indeed, she was. With another unsettling,
lurching tele****t, they were back in Jasra.
[TAG: John -- they're back!]
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Summary:
Day 1
Afternoon
Tyler is irate that Plastyra won't tell him why they tele****ted to a
deserted beach rather than back to the battle.
Mid Afternoon
After waiting what seems forever, Plastyra lets some information slip
as
to what they are doing at the beach. Fearing Kataani might attack,
they
are startled by a sudden spout of water, but are relieved when it is
only Khamorray and Riyanne.
Dolfis is not pleased to see that it is a Grouty who would escort him
to
Haven, but reluctantly they go and retrieve Griffin and the missing
"item". After a brief pause in Haven, they return to Jasra.
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Respectfully submitted by:
Arlene E. Jacobs
AKA
Tyler Grouty rider of Plastyra
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