Sandarkar also looks through the saddlebags, doesn't just gather 'em up. And-- is the vial empty?
posted by Jacob T. Levy at 9/11/2003 05:36:00 PM

Back at the temple...
Mordikye grins and clasps his hands infront of him(mr. burns impression)"Excellent. Yes, play with the master."
He packs up his various equipment then turns to the to the blue eyes in the circle."What sort of name shall you be 'known' as?"
posted by Anonymous at 9/10/2003 10:07:00 PM

Meanwhile, in the ruins of a hidden temple somewhere in the hills, Mordikye stares awestruck at what he has just done.
His task a success. His dream he has been working for for so long is now a reality. Mesmerized by the flames of the creature he just called forth,
Mordikye is at a loss for words.
Then the creature spoke to him. "Master of the Sacred Fire, Why have you called me to this cold, dark place?"
Hearing those ignan words jarred him back to reality. Mordikye quickly gained his composure, matted down his singed hair, and cleared his throat.
Mordikye replied in the creatures native tongue, "I have called you here to me so the you might serve and aid me in the pursuit of the flame. My apologies
for any incovenience i may have cause you, but you must understand, i have done this so that it may enrich both our lives. I believe that an inner fire burns
within all living beings. I have heard of those that have been able to release this potential energy and incorperate it within thier mind and body. If you
wish not to aid me in such a noble journey, i will understand." Mordikye paused and looked away from the burning eyes of the creature,"But I believe you
and i are bound by this purpose and we must seek it together." He looked directly into its eyes,"What will you decide?"
posted by Anonymous at 9/09/2003 10:49:00 AM

Hmm. I'm quite sure that a little while ago I read a post from Scott that had me safely on my way to the caravan. Either the spacetime continuum's gone screwy, or the SoBig virus has taken over Scott's computer and randomly started changing posts, or something...

Sandarkar: [muttering] "I have some doubts as to whether it's worth three of us getting killed to save a horse who might've been ridden to death by Grum anyways. But here we are. [whispering to the others:] Drusilla, can you cast those floating lights again? The ones that appeared in front of us, not the one that was attached to your chest. I'd rather take on wolves with arrows than with my blade, but I can't see a thing from here; and there's no point in setting fire to another tree when the horse we're supposed to save would get burned. Or: can either of you create a magical noise that might scare them off or distract them?

"Noise... maybe that's it. Drusilla, can anyone use that horn of yours? I don't care about the fog; the wolves'll attack by scent anyways. But I'm pretty nimble up a tree. What if I take the horn, go up in a tree that way [points], and blow to draw their attention, then you two go get the horse and take it back that way [points the other way.] Once they're down at the base of my tree, I should be able to pick 'em off. Or, for that matter, could your familiar lead one or two of them off first? Fly down, peck at an eye, fly away and stay out of reach?

[looking at Grell's mace] "I hope you're not going to say we should rush in swinging, but I fear you might..."
posted by Jacob T. Levy at 9/07/2003 09:40:00 PM

Agreed. Bishop and Sandarkar should leave immediately to ride Gimble and Expendable back to the caravan; Grell and Drusilla should bring the prisoner and the horse. It;s likely that, travelling like that, they won't make it to camp before we've finished bringing the wounded to a healer or alchemist; if so, we'll ride back out to meet them partway.
posted by Jacob T. Levy at 9/07/2003 01:47:00 PM