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I... have absolutely no idea what's going on. My fault, I'm pretty much wasted at the moment.


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Don't feel bad. Until this game, I had no idea what a wemic was either. It's built along centaur lines, but bottom half is lion, and top half humanoid. I've seen them depicted as having some leonine facial features: feline nose and eyes, in most cases, and almost elfin pointed ears.

Fatalcrash, are you trying to live up to your screen name? You'd better take care of yourself!


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Fatalcrash, are you trying to live up to your screen name? You'd better take care of yourself!


As in my 'wasted-ness'? I'm pretty much fine now, had a wild night at my graduation night dinner slash alcohol-induced-runabout in the city. I did have a problem getting home, though. That was one long walk back.


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Sorry I did not comment of this earlier. Have been very busy.

Anyway, compared to the first part of the story, I think you did a much better job a showing the emotion of Wemie in this post than in the earlier part of the story.
Also, I am glad to know what a Wemic is.


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Wemie rocked her sister until the sobs subsided, and Telki spoke more like herself. “I'll be fine now. What can you tell me about what happened?”

Wary of the suddenly calm tone, Wemie complied. Watching for signs of stress all the while. ”No more than five attackers, can't tell species, it's too muddled. They took her alive, no blood anywhere, and I can tell from the drag marks she kept fighting. Telki, it wasn't just Momma they took; they took Dad, and near as I can tell, all magic users in the area. It's not just us, it's something big. We are going to need help, and lots of it.”

Telki felt it starting to overwhelm her again, and she closed her eyes to fight it off. She couldn't help anyone if she gave in to the hysteria screaming at the edges of her mind. Her mother needed her, and now, so did Dad and others. “Then we must go to Waterdeep. They're the closest, and they'll have resources.”


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Dun Dun DDUUNN!!! Sorry I had to do that...

So the plot thickens. Keep it up! Though is it alright if you could make the updates a little longer?


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Sorry, been working on the grant paper rewrite, and of course, we're heading into finals. Eeeep! so, after the 12th, expect mucho updating.


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Wynni wrote:
Sorry, been working on the grant paper rewrite, and of course, we're heading into finals. Eeeep! so, after the 12th, expect mucho updating.


I know what you mean. Exams are coming up for me too. :shock:


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Ta Da! Lookie! a (slightly) longer post!
Even the best story, Telki decided, does not prepare one for the real thing. Neither of the girls were prepared for the breadth and majesty of Waterdeep. Salt tinged the air, adding a spice to breathing that pricked the heartbeat and buoyed heavy spirits. Calling Seagulls overhead hinted at mysteries just over the watery horizon. Towering white buildings and dingy little allies crisscrossed everywhere enough to make a pair of country girls plumb giddy with confusion.

Yet the main thorough fare was strangely somber. Dark blue ribbons lined the street, and the crowds lining them were still and silent. There was no shouting, no fidgeting, no conversations, as sad and mournful looks lined the street , watching the procession make its slow and careful way from the Temple grounds down the main thoroughfare, and to the City of the Dead.

Two caskets were being carried in state, side by side. The two escorts for the caskets couldn't have been more different. Around the nearest casket, people wore plate and carried shields, while the farther casket was surrounded by an escort in leather and had bows slung across their backs.

The casket closest to them was being escorted by two the most sorrowful men she'd ever seen. Even though one was dark haired and sun bronze while the other was blonde and fair, they were so alike in bearing, expression, and feature she knew they had to be brothers. Both were clad in full plate armor, and carried shield's with Tyr's familiar symbol: the scales of justice resting on a hammer.

“ 'Tis a shame about Justin, those two there never were all that lighthearted, they'll be pure grim here on out.” A wizened little fellow, no taller than Telki, spoke up at her shoulder. His weathered eyes followed the two brothers, concern for them evident in every crevice of his face.

“Aye, the joy died, leaving only duty....and revenge.” This insightfull sally came from behind Telki. A wee woman even smaller than she was trying to see between her and the old man. Telki shifted to make room for her and she caught a glimpse of the blonde's face as he passed by them.

“I guess there'll be a reckoning soon after this. That will be one pack of Drow we'll never hear from again.”

“I never did hear how it happened. Wasn't Hawk a ranger? How did they sneak up on a ranger?”

“Fah, woman! No drow can sneak up on a ranger like that! Justin and Hawk were at this High elf villa, and 'twas a war party, thirty strong. Hawk, Justin and the villa men kept the raiders at bay while the women got the children out of the villa and away. Help came back in time to keep the attackers from dragging the dead off for who knows what....but not in time to preserve their life.”

“It was Gideon and Gabriel that found them, wasn't it?”

“Aye, as luck would have it. No one should have to find a loved one like they found poor Justin. . . .”

“What do you mean?

The little lady reminded Telki of the little Bobbin birds that would sit and twitter on the sill at home. Their curiosity knew no bounds, either. Her attention, though, wasn't centered on the talk behind her, but on that grim visage full of soul deep sorrow on the dark haired man. She felt his pain as her own, because she was fighting to keep hope for her parents alive, and knew what would engulf her if that hope ever wavered. He was already there.

Something compelled her to step forward from the masses. She laid a hand on his knee. He stopped and looked down. The tiniest curiosity sparked admist the sea of grief as he looked in her face.

“May I say a prayer over the caskets? I know,...I know that better may have been said inside, but all I've to offer?” Telki felt she was handling this badly. Why was she stopping a stately procession to offer inadequate blessings on already blessed caskets on their way to a stately and grand gravesite? What was it about Sad eyes?

“Thank you, young priestess. That would be appreciated.” His words were at odds with the bleak expression. They were deep, warm and kindly. She could feel her face blushing furiously as she performed the simple blessing.........and watched a miracle she was not expecting. Huorn's light actually entered the city, and bathed both caskets in a golden glow. From the surprised murmurs and startled riders around them, neither were the escorts. She could see grateful tears in some of the leathered escorts around what must have been Hawk's casket. She saw one mouth the words “Thank you” from where she was. Telki was quickly hoisted into the saddle in front of the Dark eyed one, before she could melt back into the crowd. “How did you do that?”

“I'm not sure, it's never done that before, and most certainly not in a town like this. Ah, could I ask your name, please?” Now she was nervous, surely all that kindred feeling stuff was just fancy on her part for such a drop dead gorgeous face, and her own pain looking for sympathy.

A dry chuckle met her ears. The lack of humor in it made her wince. “You bless my brother, and don't even know my name? You are quite interesting, young priestess. I am Gideon Rainier. Paladin of Tyr, and captain of the city guard. You would be?” Brown eyes deeper and clearer than her favorite brook filled her vision, placed in a face to make a nymph weep.

“Telki Forrester, I'm just a young hind of Huorn”

“Well, Hind of Huorn, that was a sign if ever I saw one, and you were meant to get my attention. After this ceremony, we will find out why.”


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Yay!!! A Longer update!!! :D

I think this is my favorite update so far. It looks like are finally beginning to look up (even if it is just a little) for Telki (and for the paladin, too).

I couldn't find any mistakes. Keep it up!


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I could almost hear the choir singing as the Light fell on the caskets.


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Wemie's day was getting stranger and stranger. First her sister, who had some common sense she was sure at some point, steps out and disrupts a funeral, performs a miracle, and is swept off to who knows where by a gorgeous guy for who knows what. All the people around her were still murmuring about the miracle. It was really hard for Wemie to navigate her bulk in a crush like this, but she was going to have to. Huorn's light, but she hated cities, and solemnly vowed to never set foot in one again, except by divine decree.

Bit by bit, Wemie finally inced free of the crushing masses, only to find she had no idea where she was, or how she'd gotten there. But she did recognize the pack slung across the fellow trying to quickly and nonchalantly make his escape. “What are you doing with my pack, you scumbag!” There is nothing more frightening than a charging wemic full of righteous fury.... The fellow took flight. Wemie, however, was too fast for him, she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and shook him like a ragdoll. “What do you mean attempting to steal my pack?”

“Forgive me, mighty Mistress! I only took the pack to support my poor sick children! They're wasting away with Red pox, and I couldn't work anymore,... and my poor wife...”

“Now which wife would this be, Everett? The wife that died of that same red pox three years ago? The one that lost her life in a tragic fire last year, or the one crushed by a drunk elephant two weeks later?” A figure resolved itself from the nearby shadows to reveal a trim fellow in bardic finery. He swept a gallant bow to Wemie, ”Good evening madam, I could not let you be taken in by this man's blatant, and badly handled, falsehoods.” The flaunty feathered hat flourish allowed her a glimpse at a mobile face, much used to laughter and jests, and grey eyes that sparkled with humor. Slightly pointy ears peaked out of curling dark blonde hair, revealing at least partial elf heritage. “Orrin O'Cunnin, at your service. Bard by trade, Rescuer of Damsels by hobby.”

“And I should trust you because?” Wemie was fast developing a finely honed hatred for cities. The rats were everywhere, it seemed.

“Why madam, we just met! I don't expect you to open your arms to me, at least not immediately.” A humorous wink saved Orrin from a well placed punch. “You are more than capable of handling yourself, but, I hoped to earn that trust. Mayhap by showing you where that young lady you traveled with went?”

“She's my sister.”

“Now that is a story a Bard would pay money to learn! I'm afraid you are now stuck with my company, at least until I learn that.” Orrin picked up his lute, and jauntily lead the way out of the alley into a clearer part of town. “We'll simply deposit Everett with the next town Guardsman we meet. I understand they've been looking for him.”

“And my sister?”

“She'll no doubt wind up at the main palace. A young lady capable of that will certainly be given an Audience with Lord Paladinson.”

“Well, at least she'll be able to tell him what's been happening in HuornWood. Maybe he'll be able to help.”

“Oh?”

“People, mages and clerics both, have been disappearing. Abducted. The trail always peters out to nothingness, so there's nothing to follow....and the tracks are like nothing I've seen. Not orc, giantkin, or anything !” Wemie really wished she had the gift of gab like Telki. She felt she didn't explain the situation well enough at all.

“More and more the mystery around you deepens. Almost makes one believe in fate, it does. I think I know some people that will be very interested in your story, and for more than a story to create a fantastic Lay. How does “The Wemic's Lay,” sound?” Wemie noticed Orrin caressing a golden harp brooch, ....did she just see it sparkle in the dark?


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"Bard by trade, Rescuer of Damsels by hobby.” HAHA :D I have a feeling I am going to like him, unless he turns out to be very lecherous :? .

Great job!


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Well I have a feeling I'm going to like the bard, especially if he turns out to be very lecherous (but only if he consistently 'strikes out').
Indeed, 'tis a great job.


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Telki was now firmly confused, and utterly impressed. The grandiose palace overlooked the entirety of the city. Gideon found he was actually enjoying himself playing tour guide. Everything was new to her, and the only pall on the entire thing was remembering Justin: Justin in a musical duel with a minstrel, singing risque tunes in the park he was walking Telki through, Justin switching Gabriel's training blade for a painted wood one here in the bailey, Justin making their mother laugh . . . Telki laid her arm on his shoulder. “Tell me about him. It's clear he meant a lot to you.”

“It's absolutely amazing he ever finished training as a paladin. Mother was sure he'd choose the bard's path before it was over. He was forever bedeviling Gabriel, disrupting practice with jokes. . . . and making life that much brighter around him.” Gideon bowed his head, and covered his eyes with his hand. It wouldn't do to break down in public, he was a paladin of Tyr.

“I think I see a sheltered bower over there. The brush would hide us from eyes, if you like.” Telki couldn't help herself. The man had been naught but courteous and kind. She hugged his arm, and saw his huge chest heave a sigh. “ You could tell me about him without fear of interruption, or tears giving away your grief.”

“No, no. We have spoken of my troubles more than enough for now. I want to know what brought a dedicated forest priestess to Waterdeep. I'm sure it was for more than a funeral blessing .”

When he removed his hand, his beautiful brown eyes were bright and clear. No sign marred them of the grief storm that had been gathering. “But if you'd like some privacy to talk, we can certainly make use of the bower. “

“Yes, thank you. I'm not sure how well I'll keep my own composure once I start.” Gideon seated her in the secluded bower seat, and sat opposite her the circular stone bench. His eyes never left her face while she fidgeted with her tunic's hem. “Our trouble began about two weeks ago. I came home from tending some sick cubs, to find my house over turned and my mother missing. I tried to track her abductors, but lost them once I found where my mother's pendant had fallen. Wemie found me on the trail, and told me all magic users, secular and holy, were missing from our area. The attackers are even beyond her means to track them, and they are of no species we know. That's when we came here to find help.”

Telki worried when she saw Gideon's eyes narrow, and his fists clench. “Those damned Drow.....” Telki had yet to hear him growl like that. It more like something from a wounded, and deadly, animal rather than a human's throat. Telki whipped around to watch the pacing Gideon. How had he managed to get there so fast? “What do you mean? She found no sign of Drow. How do you know it's them?”

“We'll need to speak to Lord Paladinson as soon as he's free this evening. There'll be no time to loose. First we'll take out the pack responsible for Justin's death, and get information from them on what they're planning.” Gideon had already forged ahead, unmindful of the young lady tugging on his arm, trying to get his attention. Telki had had enough.

Gideon quickly found himself back to his senses when his back hit the floor, the fine young lady he'd been succoring replaced by a very large tiger sitting on his chest. Once the tiger had his full attention, the tiger shifted to a semi state. “What are you going on about? How do you know it's the drow? And don't you ever tune me out like that again!”

“You're a weretiger?”

“You mean the striped hair and golden eyes weren't a dead giveaway?”


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