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Just when you thought I had given up on it......an UPDATE!!

Morning found the sisters waiting with their newfound friends at the base of Blackstaff's tower. None of them slept very well, wondering what may ensue, so they had all gathered early to talk and wonder...and on the slight chance Blackstaff might see them early. They had talked themselves silent, and were now waiting.

This gave Telki plenty of time to muse about last night, and the unenlightening meeting with Paladinson. The rest of the evening had passed uneventfully, considering. Wemie's rendition of the Fahlnalla, the Spring Rains, was well received, and earned her three marriage proposals, six offers of employment (one which had to be carried out on a stretcher because of the nature of the job), and accolades from everyone.

This also made the evening meal interesting as well. Telki had a hard time keeping up with the different discussions at dinner. Why were they there? How did Huorn's favor enter the City at all? Where did Wemie learn to dance? Did Telki dance, too? Had they heard about the Drow incursions? and were they really here because of all the disappearances?

It literally made Telki's head swim. She almost ran to the private meeting chamber when Gideon called her back there to speak with Lord Paladinson. He already knew about the situations, and the meeting with Blackstaff. What a waste of time!

“Sir, do you know what it might be about?” Gideon was doing his best to get the reticent old Lord to talk. The infuriating lord just smiled at them. While the snow white mane and tall, firm stature spoke of duty and dignity, there was a sparkle in the brilliant blue eyes that mentioned mischief now and again. “I will tell you this: you are waiting for someone, and that will give you time to you desire to clear out those Drow camps. It needs doing, they will only continue to invade, harass, and kill until they are stopped. I think you and Gabriel would do just that. I understand we have offers from the Huornites and Mielikki rangers to help, as well.

Gideon was downright giddy the rest of the meeting. Suddenly, Telki had a new nickname for him.

“Well, such punctual guests, welcome to my abode.” Suddenly, there was a door where there wasn't before, and everyone filed through. Blackstaff himself greeted them as they passed through. Although his tower was naught but bare black stone outside, inside was vastly different. Wide windows gave sweeping views of the city and harbor. Sumptuous furniture in soothing hues invited them to sit and relax.

“I know why you are here, moreover, I know what needs to be done. More than a few of my students and friends were among the abducted.” Blackstaff paced in front of them. He waved his hand in front of one of the windows, and the view shifted to that of a piratical dressed drow at the helm of a very strange ship.....sailing amongst the stars? Telki felt her jaw drop, and Gideon's arm tighten.

“Her name is Feral. She is NOT a typical drow, and you will need her help and cooperation.” Blackstaff planted himself in front of Gideon. “Do I need to repeat what I just said?”


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Nobody thinks anybody ever gives up on these things; everybody has to deal with writer's block or schedules or emergencies and the like.

Nice update. Is piratical a word? (according to Firefox, it is; though that doesn't change the fact that it should actually be piratically)


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Eh, it probably needs to be piratically, but hey, think I did well considering the spell checker I have to deal with doesn't recognize even contractions (and wanted to change Feral to another word, not as pleasant, either).


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Nice update!

Hmmm...Sir Giddy...HAHA!! I wonder how he will react to that.

And a Drow on a flying ship? Well that is something you do not see everyday.


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Telki waited with held breath for an explosion that did not come. Eventually the tension drained out of Gideon, and he nodded silent assent. The muscle in his jaw, however, just kept jumping.

“Sir, will you tell us just WHAT in Huorn's name is going on?” Telki could stand it no longer, she wanted answers, and she wanted them now.

“A vampire has found a way to become a god, and you, fortunate child, get to stop him.” Blackstaff turned the full power of his gaze on Telki. Staring up into that somber and knowing visage made her feel very young, and very small .

“And you must stay in your tower whilst we do the dangerous stuff....why?” Orrin seemed an old hand at this, and he was idly flipping a coin across the back of his fingers. His eyes were gleefully cataloging the different magical goodies in the room. His interest in the arcane arts bordered on obsession, and he was finally where he'd longed to be for ages.

“Because, ye daft child o' mine, that creature's naught the only threat he's a-dealing with!” A voice to send chills down Orrin's spine rang out, and his father's familiar figure emerged from the far doorway.

“Did ye really think they'd let you run amok on somethin' this important?” Very pronounced ears appeared in thick curly white hair as the old bard swept a graceful bow to Telki and Wemie. “Gibbon O'Cunnin at yer service. An' ye lovely ladies must be Telki and Wemie, I've heard much about ye from my current company” Even as he straightened, two white, striped figures rushed around him to give Telki and Wemie enthusiastic hugs.

“Whaddaya mean runnin' off to have adventures without us!” scolded one. Ama, dressed in dark, form fitting clothing, squeezed Telki till she thought her ribs would crack.

“Wemie! You'll never guess! I'm apprenticed to Blackstaff! Isn't it exciting?” Nala was bouncing on her toes as she rapid fired the news at Wemie. All she could do was nodd in the appropriate places.

Gideon looked over to his brother, Gabriel. “My god, there's more of them?”

“And isn't she a sight!” Gideon's eyebrows rose, as he followed his brother's star struck gaze to the one called Ama. If it weren't for the stark difference in attire, he'd be hard put to tell them apart.

Once the twins had made greetings with everyone, Wemie finally asked the question Telki had been wanting answered. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Well, they tried to take Nala. Fortunately, I was there.” Ama beamed as if she'd saved the day all by herself.

“What saved the day was a Refuge bead your Mom had left” Nala noticed the blank looks, so she decided to explain further. “A Refuge bead transports a person somewhere else, usually the caster's home. So, Ama's little alarms went off, I saw they weren't like anything we'd ever seen, broke the bead, and wound up in what was left of y'all's house.”

“Soon as she vanished, I pulled a disappearing act of my own. Either they couldn't find me, or weren't interested in me.”

“From what I've seen of your skills lass, I'd say they couldna find ye.” Gibbon thoughtfully scratched his chin, and eyed the girl in a measuring manner. Orrin had only seen that look once before, when his father tried to teach him the craft his way. What was he contemplating?

“Correct. Or they would have used you to capture Nala the way they used their father to capture their mother.” Blackstaff smoothly interjected himself into the conversation.

“What?” Telki and Wemie both were shocked at the news. How'd Blackstaff know that, anyway?

“Oh, come to the scrying mirror, and see the whole thing for yourself.” Blackstaff waved again at the “window”, Feral disappeared from view to be replaced by a kitchen they knew well. There was their mother, preparing poultices and tinctures, when a loud crash from the door heralded the arrival of the attackers. They seemed to move in the midst of a billowing, sickly mist, and they never could get a clear picture of them. They saw their mother fight the mist, and whatever creatures were in it, using every spell and trick she knew. Then they saw their father presented, trussed like game for slaughter. The fight goes out of her, and she's carted off.


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Nice update! Nice to see the twins are alright :D . But what about their mother and father :shock: ? Guess I will have to wait untill next time :wink: .



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It's a short passage, so I just added to the bottom of this.
Yeah yeah, been a while. Took me forever to figure out how to continue from where I'd left off.



"Even with the best augmentations magic can give, it will still take her a month to reach us. I've already altered her flight. In that month, I want all your Drow business concluded. Understand?" Blackstaff felt the curtain of gloom even as it fell over the girls. He decided to end the audience quickly, so the girls could comfort each other in private. It was no easy thing to see someone loved carted off so ignomiously.

“It will be dealt with much quicker than that, I promise you.” Between Gideon's iron jaw, and Gabriel's icey eyes, Blackstaff had no doubts whatsoever, that those Drow would soon be joining the dearly departed. “Very well. Gibbon, I trust you and Orrin will stay here, and help with the preparations?”

“Oh, I'll stay, alright, but I think Orrin would best serve escorting these fair ladies about, don' ye think?” Gibbon quirked an eyebrow at Blackstaff, as if reminding him silently of something.

“But I think I could be of more use to you here.....” Orrin quickly interjected, at which an almost visible idea struck Blackstaff.

“No, I think your father is right. While the paladins are dealing with their duty to Paladinson, you would be most helpful in acquainting the ladies with Waterdeep, and making their wait palatable.”

“But...”

“It's settled boy, donna make a scene.”

“Yes,” A noticable pause then a grudging “sir.” Even Telki, as morose as she was, easily envisioned the sulky young child in Orrin's answer.
This was how a battle field should always look: tired but victorious knights congratulating each other on a good fight, few losses, and the field strewn with clean kills. Even now, the squires and knights still able were dragging the fallen into a huge pyre. It would not do to leave them for scavengers, even if they were Drow. No, a pyre blessed in Tyr's name was always the best revenge against the Spider Queen. Anything to irk that [censored].

“Better?” Gabriel pulled his warhorse in next to Gideon, and surveyed the field that had so captured his brother's musings.

“No. It didn't bring Justin back. As good as it would feel to put my mace through Lloth's skull, even that wouldn't bring him back. Dammit, I miss him.”

“I miss him, too.” Gabriel's brows drew down together, as a puzzling thought occurred to him.

“Spit it out, brother, before your brows knot.”

“How did you know to send a flanking contingent around that hill? It still puzzles me that you knew they were there.”

“It's how they caught Justin.” Gideon heaved a sigh, and folded his arms over the pommel. “I studied the site, wondering how they were able to take that village as fast as they did, considering they had both rangers and paladins to help defend it. They came at them from two sides.

“But we caught them camping!”

“Did you really think a mounted calvary was going to catch them unawares?” Gideon moved his horse on down into the field, still shaking his head at his brother.



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Wow. Maybe it's just the cynic in me, but when I started reading I was hesitant at first. I'm not a big fan of medieval settings or really any fiction like Lord of the Rings, with orcs and all that jazz. But this was a damned fine installment in more ways than one.

First off, the language was wonderful. Your descripters never felt as if they were being redundant, they really added a third dimension to the world you've built, and I definitely want to read more just for the fun of it. One word of advice is to not overload your sentences during action scenes. Really any part of the story that needs to keep the readers on their toes, you want to be very picky as to when you add padding. I saw very little by the way of excess as the story progressed, but I'd whittle down a little of it around the first ten paragraphs. It's your introduction, and you do want to be detailed since this isn't a high-paced exposition (at first), but I'd be wary of too much detail.

The characters themselves, I loved. The one thing that surprised me the most was that for a story that has orcs, weretigers, humans, drow, etc etc... the names you use are very easy to understand. You don't name anyone Bal'kirkorgabl'nienezx the Horrible. And yet you don't name them Bill, or Ed. You've got some very solid skills in naming your characters exotic titles, but keeping them at a level that a reader wouldn't feel uncomfortable saying them in a sentence. The only one I winced at was "Lord Paladinson," which is very obviously a deviation from "paladin." I might consider playing with that one so it doesn't sound too obvious, but it's really up to you. Fantasy readers would probably pick that out very quickly nowadays, though.

One thing I noticed that you do often, and very readily is create setting. Dear lord, woman, you're making SETTING. I'm sorry, I don't usually get to see a lot of this when people ask me to give them critiques. The first thing I usually end up saying is "where are these people, what's surrounding them?" You nipped that in the bud immediately. The world is vast, multifaceted, and you can damned near smell that woody dampness in the forests. Your world is fleshed out to its fullest. Don't change a thing.

Little things you add, too, really improve the read. References to characters memories of things such as Bobbin birds from back home punch that feeling of nostalgia up a few notches while giving characters depth. This is something *I* struggle with. So I'm envying you here. Very awesome little skill you have in your pocket, :)

The only major complaint I have so far is the punctuation. Such as when characters hesitate in dialogue, you usually have something "like this,... when" it should look "more like... this." Kill those little commas, the ellipses takes their place every time.

Beyond that, I'm floored. If you really put some spit and polish into this, I don't see why you couldn't get this accepted by some fantasy publishers. There's not a lot by way of "furry" fantasy lit on the shelves, and right now, fantasy readers are pissing themselves looking for something other than "Frodo must destroy the Ring." Very kickass writing here, Wynni. I told this to Sable and now I'm telling you: You're a rock star.


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^What he said. I can't really put it any better. Except, I do like fantasy, "or really any fiction like Lord of the Rings, with orcs and all that jazz."

Keep it up, ya?


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Wow, you two really know how to make a girl feel good about her work.

I'm trying my best to figure out the next logical step since the trouncing of the Drow, and I'll have it up as soon as something occurs to me, and i'm not bogged down with required critiques for class. :ugh:

mayhap tomorrow? It'll be on the front page, as long as I have room there.


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^^ Glad I could be o' soyvice.


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Woah! Didn't even realize that you've been updating the first post as you went. I was going to reread everything, and this makes things so much more convenient.


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 Post subject: Re: Tying time in a knot, or Telki has an adventure
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New update. Posted on the first page, here also for convenience.

After inspecting and caring for the wounded, Gideon decided to pay a visit to their “special guest” Under heavy guard, and eyed like a squashed bug, was a wounded drow. Gideon surrepitously cast his detect lie spell, and sat down opposite of the prisoner. “Why was your war party sent here? What does Lloth want with this place?”

The prisoner was surprised to hear his own language spoken by such a one as Gideon. So caught off guard was he, that he allowed his eyebrows to nearly reach his hairline. However, the surprise was quickly replaced by mirth that had him clutching his wounded chest. “She doesn't, doesn't want this place. No, she wants chaos and death. She hates the high elves and any that help them. She wants you all dead.”
Gideon, through clenched teeth asked. “And you? What do you want?”
The drow laughed again. “It matters not. One of your men used my own blade on me. The poison has already spread. I will be seeing my queen momentarily..” A spasm shook the dark elf's frame, leaving him limp and panting for breath.
Gideon watched without sympathy. Once the spasm passed, he leaned down close to the elf's face. “When you see your precious queen, tell her I'll be sending her more of her subjects.” A thought occurred to him that put a humorless smile on his face. “Tell her to get used to disappointment, too.” Gideon quickly pushed himself away from the dying drow, every muscle tense, and attempted to pace some it out.
“Gideon, what did he say?” Gabriel quickly caught up to his pacing brother.
“There'll be more attacks, Gabriel. I don't know where, I don't know when, but this was just the first foray. The Spider Queen has declared war on the surface dwellers, centered on the high elves, and their allies.”
“Isn't that pretty much everyone?” Gabriel stopped in his tracks, as the scope of the Spider Queen's ambitions struck him full force.
“Everyone we care about, anyway.” Gideon mounted up, and pulled his horse around. “And I have only a month to unravel this entire mess. Blackstaff had better damn well have some answers for me this time.”
“What am I to do then?” Gabriel watched his brother in amazement. Was he really leaving?
“You've been on enough campaigns. You know what to do, and you're in charge of the troops for now. Act like it.”
“What?” Gabriel called after his thundering form. “You never leave me in charge!”
Gabriel turned to survey the men, his men for now, in consternation. What to do now? Well, he thought, what would Gideon have them do now? “I guess we rest, pack up, and head home. Right? Right...” Why in Tyr's name did Gideon leave him like this?

Gideon pulled up fast in front of Blackstaff's tower. He was slightly surprised to find a door open for him, especially since there was no door at all the last time he was here. Never the less, he didn't nearly wear his horse to foundering getting here to hang back now. Back straight and shoulders squared, Gideon made his way in.

“And here he is. Don't worry Gideon, your horse is already being cared for properly. “ Gideon followed the voice to a dimly lit sitting type room, vastly different from the rooms they had previously visited. The furniture was simpler, the colors more brown and green, and there, beside Blackstaff's familiar robed figure, sat a very solemn looking ranger in dark brown, almost black leathers. If danger were personified, this man would be it. Point of fact, perhaps he was danger personified.
“This is Draegar, one of my contacts. I summoned him as soon as I scryed the information that drow gave you.”

“And how will he help?”

“By giving you the Drow staging area?” The man's voice was a perfect match to image he presented: quiet and deadly.

“You know where it is?” Gideon raised an eyebrow at that.

“Scouted it myself. They'll think they have a bad wild cave lizard problem, if they find the bodies.”


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 Post subject: Re: Tying time in a knot, or Telki has an adventure
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Wynni wrote:
Gideon, through clenched teeth asked. “Any you? What do you want?”

I'm pretty sure that you meant 'and' there. That's all I found wrong. I'm loving it so far. ∑:∂≤

(I've been meaning to read this all day; I've had it in a tab, but homework called.)


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Yar, I think I have my wonky sided spell checker to thank for that, or just another keyboard rebellion. Thanks, I missed it. It should be fixed now.


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