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 Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 4:37 pm
((That is an interesting thing isn't it. I do share your opinion about posting. However, it is actually you and Rath who have not posted yet in this cycle. That's why I've been waiting.))
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 4:40 pm
((And I see exactly Jack in the way of productive things I can do right now. Until Rath posts something, there's not a whole lot for me to post beyons 'Kreen stands there'.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:39 pm
((... Indeed. I understand. Does anyone know what's been keeping Rath in stasis?))
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 6:32 pm
((No... but I wish we could nock him out of it... Gerr...))
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 8:43 am
((I have sent a PM to Mistress Fox and Spontanious about Rath's inactivity. Please do not post any more ooc chat here until the IC interaction resumes. I hope that this will be soon. I have not received any response as yet.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 2:03 pm
((I am starting to get frustrated. There is a certain population that is necessary for the continuation of this roleplay and, while there are at least a couple people who are interested in continuing, there is an evident problem with interest outside those individuals. I am not going to delete the roleplay if you're worried, not yet anyway. I'm fully aware that the holiday is most likely to blame for at least some of the inactivity. However, I am beginning to think that I shouldn't have started this roleplay in a guild right off. I am considering, in the back of my mind, shifting it to Barton Town Forums to fill the slots that need to be filled. I know that that could possibly decrease the quality of the roleplaying but it could also attract positive attention and skilled members. In any case I am not going to act on any of this for some time yet and I will give sufficient warning when, or if, it seems necessary.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 12:34 pm
((I have received a pm from a new applicant. This person has yet to fill out the form but I am seriously considering removing Rath and accepting this new person. Naturally that would depend on whether or not Spontanious responds to my upcoming final warning pm as well as whether or not this new interest actually blossoms into a new member.
BladeSinger, If Spontanious doesn't reply then I am offering you the position of being Rath's executioner. You can use whatever viable method seems to fit best.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 9:26 am
((The deadline is passed and I have received no reply. This post is Rath's death warrant. Rath is, for the duration of his rather brief life, now an NPC under BladeSinger's control. My next post will begin IC interactions.
PS. I have not yet received the interested party's form but we are going to continue anyway. stare
NOTE: THIS ANNOUNCEMENT HAS BEEN EDITED.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 1:15 pm
Zeal blinked once and turned to speak to Artes and Kreen. There was a very slight caution in his voice and eyes.
"Kreen, go to Mirage and tell her that I will be going on a short excursion with Valden before our journey. Artes, make sure that everything that any of you need is ready by the time I get back. And, Rath, neither Kreen nor Artes should need any help with their tasks so I want you to take this opportunity to get some training done. Watch yourself though, the wind can be unpredictable up here."
Zeal turned and walked swiftly toward Valden, his long strides carrying him across the intervening distance quite rapidly. The wind stirred, blowing his hair slightly, unnoticed. His face now openly showed the preoccupied state of his mind.
Valden, let's see if there's anything to be seen. I would rather face danger with just the two of us if possible. They have promise but they aren't ready for everything yet.
He moved quickly and jumped to Valden's back without a single spoken word or a shared look. His footing was sure and second-nature. His hands never touched Valden's scales.
I agree. They will learn nothing if they die when they are still so weak. We should hurry.
Valden shifted his balance, barely waiting until Zeal's feet touched his back before leaping off of the cliff and diving toward the shimmering surface of the Silver Sea. Zeal's perch on his back was sure and balanced as he swept out of the dive and drove his wings powerfully against the wind to gain altitude.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 4:22 pm
"Understood, Zeal. Goodluck... with... whatever." After the two had gone Artes started his way back. He knew he had everything that he needed. He called back to the other two. "Kreen, Rath, do you two have everything?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 4:56 pm
"I will do as you ask," Kreen says, turning and walking down the main tunnel to Mirage's chamber. He does not answer Artes' question, for it should be obvious that he is always ready to go. Does he even have any luggage to prepare?
"Yep, I got everything right here!" Rath says loudly bouncing around. So Zeal wants him to train? Okay! How 'bout over here, in that place Kreen was at this morning? Rath gets there and looks around, then starts to warm up clumsily. Then, a huge wave breaks against the side of the cliff, catching his attention. He leans over the side to look down. Wow, blue sea and white spray. Hey, what's that cracking noise? And why's that stuff getting closer? And why is-
Yeah. That qualifies as a 'splat'.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 7:39 pm
Artes had nodded and gone on. He hummed a little tune in his head from when he was little. He tried to think of something to get but he couldn't. He just sat there for a little while, thinking and humming to himself.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 10:48 am
Kreen slowly enters the main chamber, kneeling before the great dragon therein.
"Lady Mirage, I have been asked to inform you that Lord Valden and Lord Zeal have gone. They are going on a short excursion prior to that of Artes and mine," the assassin says, heedless of the sudden splattyness of his former packmule-to-be.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 1:03 pm
Zeal's hair whipped in the wind that managed to get through his barrier. It wouldn't have been moving at all if he had not been so distracted. Something was wrong. Something to the north-west was very wrong. The Silver Sea's mercurial surface flashed and then vanished into the distance behind him as Valden's powerful wings bore them higher and faster toward the source of their linked unease.
Valden drove through the currents of the wind, shaping them with his wings and weaving through them with the ease of long practice and born instinct. He could sense his partner's worry. He could smell something strange on the wind himself. His eyes narrowed as he redoubled his pace, rising into thinner air to speed their passage still further.
Mirage opened one eye as the Fae, Kreen, entered her chamber and addressed her. His respectful address and well controlled manner were things that impressed her somewhat and she raised her head, shimmering with light, opening her other eye to regard him with both as she considered his message. The brief moment of silence was broken by the soft scraping sound of scales rubbing against scales as she shifted her wing slightly farther away from the eggs, revealing the varied colors and sizes that they had.
"Kreen is your name, is it not, Fae? If you have no other duties to attend to, then come closer. View those who may be your charge in the future."
Mirage was evidently in a rather generous mood, having thought for some time about this plan and those recruited for its completion, as female dragons will only very rarely allow even their own lifemates too near a full clutch. It was completely unheard of for a clutch this close to hatching to be exposed to a stranger. She watched Kreen carefully but her instincts were quite good and she felt certain that this Fae would be very careful with those that he had given his word to protect.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 1:37 pm
Kreen slowly rises from where he was kneeling, and looks up at Mirage with questioning eyes.
"Indeed, my lady. I am honored by your trust in me," the assassin intones in his normal quiet manner. He slowly approaches the eggs and drops to one knee. That one...the smallest egg, one which is very dark in color. There's something about it, something that he cannot place. He wants to reach out and touch it, but knows that is inadvisable. What is this?
"They are truly beautiful," the Fae almost whispers.
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