There are 3 messages in this issue.
Topics in this digest:
1. [DL-W] Reporting In.
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [DL-C] Clans Come to Cleft
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [DL-N] A hatchling's choice
From: "Carina Norris" <crinklywhiskers_99@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2005 20:46:02 -0400
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-W] Reporting In.
Day 19
Afternoon
**Out of the Warren**
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"You are back? So soon?" The man looked up from behind his desk, his
face an unreadable mask.
"There is a problem, sir," the courier sighed. He hated messy
situations.
"A problem?" The man's voice sounded slightly bored. "Well, why don't
you fix this problem?"
"I have our best man on it, sir," Jason began.
"Ah, good. Then let me know when it is resolved."
Jason frowned, "I would, sir. But... I thought you should know... it
involves your wife's family."
The man's eyes snapped into focus and with renewed interest he asked,
"Ah, then perhaps I should know about this problem?"
Jason nodded, "Yes, sir. That new healer at the warren... she isn't as
harmless as we first suspected. It turns out that she is Lady Cecily's
daughter."
"Lady Cecily's daughter died a long time ago..."
"Yes, that's true, but she had another one. Didn't you know?" Jason
raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"There were rumors, but I haven't been to court in... years." The lord
averted his eyes.
Jason couldn't help but feel superior, but he hid his smile. He was
always surprised at how easily he could gain information that others
could not. There were advantages to being thought of as dead... and
also to have "died" so young. No one would suspect this man with a
beard to be the same boy that they had known so long ago.
"You have my ear, go on...."
"Lady Cecily's daughter was pledged to an old friend of the King's.
Perhaps you know him, Earl Reginald of Ravencroft?" Jason loved to see
the displeasure that name brought to the lord's expression. If he
suspected that Jason had been working with Ravencroft, it didn't show.
He continued, "But unknown to members of the court she is a
dragonrider." He paused to let this information sink in. "If Lady
Cecily has aligned herself with the warren, it might make your plans
more difficult," Jason remarked.
"Your man... he'll get to the bottom of this, won't he?"
"Yes, I'm sure he will. And take care of that unfinished business at
the warren, as well."
"Ah, good." The man smiled, "Anything else?"
"Yes, your son..."
"MY son died," the man's face hardened for a moment, then softened as
he
murmured "You are more a son to me than either of my boys ever were."
"And you are the father I always wished I'd had," Jason Fowler smiled,
then sobered, "But, regardless, you should know that Sheldon and the
healer... they've become ... friends."
"Perhaps your man can take care of that problem, as well?"
"Right. I'll get word to him."
"Such a pity," Hubert Gingle mused, "Sheldon was in the perfect place
to
do us so much good, and then one of those blasted beasts had to take
him."
Jason nodded in sympathy, then brought them back to task, "Assuming
that
all goes as planned...?"
Gingle chuckled dryly, "Do you think Lady Cecily might interfere? I
assume the Earl wishes to have her and her family removed from
play...."
"There is another reason, as well. She sent research notes and samples
to them. If they put that together with what they've learned about the
wild dragons here... they could tip off certain individuals about your
whereabouts." He rubbed his hands together, "And I know just the way
to
do it."
NRPG: No tags... just bringing characters "back" into play.
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Summary:
Day 19
Afternoon
**Out of the Warren**
Jason Fowler reports in to "Lord" Hubert Gingle about the goings on at
Whiteriver.
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Respectfully Submitted by
Arlene Jacobs
AKA
Jason Fowler
Hubert Gingle
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Message: 2
Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2005 21:13:42 -0400
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-C] Clans Come to Cleft
Day 3
Late Afternoon
The small green dragon winged his way across the plains toward the
dusty
cloud that hung on the horizon. Andahar directed Bohoc to land in
front
of the advancing line.
The approaching nomads stopped and several old men separated from the
masses, their horses snorting and prancing nervously as they were urged
toward the dragon. They halted a short distance in front of Andahar and
eyed the dragon-riding nomad chief warily.
One raised his hand in greeting but remained silent.
Andahar returned the greeting and called out, "I am Andahar of
Anavasha,
dragonrider of Bohoc of Cleft Warren! Brother, what clan is this, and
where do you go?"
The old man replied, "I am Nusal dain Krayel! These are..." He waved
his hand to the other two men, "Leuko of Haliaeen, and Grabo dain
Gamal."
Andahar felt stunned: three of the most powerful clans from the south
migrating together in one band?
"We have lost many young men. We have sought dain Saphie but we have
still lost many clan. We have consulted our gods. Our wise-women say
to
seek Cleft; to seek dragonraidah dain Rushela."
Andahar nodded, "Because of Nadusi."
The men looked nervous.
"How do you say 'Nadusi'," Leuko clutched his Saphie-charm as he spoke
to ward off the evil of the name, "with no fear?"
"I have faced Nadusi and live." Andahar replied with an arrogance he
did not completely feel. But he had lost enough if his honor and
thought who would blame him for bragging a bit?
Bohoc snorted, a bit of steam curling around his nostrils, <Oh, yes,
faced it and would have been Nadusi chow if not for your dragon...>
<*Fine, you saved my ass. Did I not thank you already?*> Andahar
patted
Bohoc's neck.
The nomad chiefs muttered among themselves and looked nervously at the
dragon. Perhaps they thought Andahar was calming him, like they calmed
their nervous horses.
Andahar called to them, "I know dragonrider dain Rushela. She is
called
Cholmon and she rides dragon called Tongparam." Andahar had to hide a
smile as he saw all three clutch at their charms.
"We need protection of dain Rushela! Call this Cholmon to come. Call
dragon Tongparam to fight Nadusi!" Grabo ordered.
Andahar raised both hands in an exaggerated shrug, "I can request, but
who can order dain Rushela?"
"Will you abandon us to Nadusi, then?" Leuko cried.
"No, dragonrider will not abandon any nomad clan," Andahar assured
them. "I will return to Cleft and tell Warrenlady Cynthia that you
come. Dain Rushela knows of power Tongparam has in fighting Nadusi.
Cleft will call for other dragon that breathe icy-cold. Nadusi will be
conquered!" Andahar hoped his valiant words weren't empty ones.
The nomads looked relieved.
"Clan will come to Cleft!" Leuko replied, acknowledging the implied
invitation.
Andahar looked past the chiefs and saw the tired and bedraggled
appearance of the band of followers. "You cannot reach Cleft before
many in clan are exhausted. Go to west and when sun touches plain you
will come to river. Rest there tonight. I will watch from above until
you are there."
The nomad chiefs returned to lead their people, and Bohoc with Andahar
rose into the air, following the band from above, until they safely
arrived at the river. The green dragon circled a few times to make
sure
that all was well, before he vanished, to reappear above the upper
green
of Cleft.
<Syren!> Bohoc called to the queen upon their return. <My rider
wishes
me to tell you that there is a large band of nomads coming to the
warren. They are fleeing the hills to the south where the Nadusi
roams.
They will likely be here by tomorrow.>
[TAG: Alton - if you wish.]
[NRPG: Filling in back-story before Andahar returns to Alania's
apartment]
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Summary:
Day 3
Late Afternoon
Andahar confronts the nomad band that is heading toward Cleft. He
ascertains that they are seeking the protection of "dain Rushela" and
assures them that Cleft already knows. He watches over them as they go
to the river before returning to Cleft.
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Arlene Jacobs
AKA
Andahar and Bohoc
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Message: 3
Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2005 13:08:11 +0100
From: "Carina Norris" <crinklywhiskers_99@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] A hatchling's choice
Day 9, Early morning, hatching cavern
<snip from Bianca's post>
Lily was being herded back to the other hatchlings across the cave by
the big gold dragon. Mallory sat up, forced herself to her feet.
[Mallory! Mallory! Are you hurt?] Lily cried in her mind, and she
could see the tiny black try to scramble over her mother's foreclaws
and dodge around the golden queen's body. Malani swung her tail around
to block the black's path and just kept nudging her forward towards the
others.
Lily dug her claws into the sands and flared her tiny wings. [Moma,
NO!!!] She stopped, twisted around, and looked up at the big beautiful
face. [Moma, you hurt my Mallory. I have to make sure she is okay.
Let me go. LET ME GO!] Irridescent blues and greens and purples
flashed along the little black scales as the baby dragon flared
aggressively, puffing her chest up, ready to take on her mother if it
she had to. Nothing was going to keep her from Mallory. Nothing and
no one.
<end snip>
Malani's glossy-black eyes widened, glistening with pain and confusion.
Her precious Lily didn't want her, she wanted to go back to the human.
The human she'd chosen over her mother...
*But ... I'm your mother,* she said to mother.
[And Mallory is my human!] asserted Lily. [And she needs me!]
*And you need me!* shot back Malani. But she was unable to stop the
other thought, broadcast unbidden. *And I need you*
[Momma. You gotta understand. I love you. But my Mallory's hurt, and I
need to make sure she's okay.]
With that the shimmering baby queen turned on her tail and hurtled back
to Mallory's side, leaving her nonplussed mother staring after her.
Sadly, Malani watched her go. Less than a day old, and already Lily
loved her human more than her mother.
Gathering her other hatchlings to her side, Malani soothed the
fractious youngsters, who in truth wanted to get out, to play, and to
get back to *their* newly chosen riders.
*Stay with me, little ones* she thought, more to herself than her
offspring. *I couldn't save the others, but I'll care for you as long
as there's breath in my body.*
<Tag any other dragons and riders!
NRPG note to Bianca - I'm not saying that Lily *doesn't* love her
mother enough - it's just that Malani's more than a little paranoid
right now! <g>
Respectfully submitted
Carina
for
Malani
SUMMARY
Day 9, early morning, post-quake
Malani knocks Mallory over and tries to herd Lily back to the other
hatchlings, but Lily fights back, and Malani reluctantly backs down,
allowing her to return to her human.
Malani sadly gathers her other babies to her, and vows to protect them.
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