"FIND HIM! THE MAN MUST ANSWER FOR HIS CRIMES!"
Sorl grinned, knives in hand. He had the daggers ready and was waiting just inside the door. The three men had found his cabin, and he wasn't about to go down without a fight. The purple dragon backed up a single step and lifted on hand, readying a throw. His smile vanished when he caught sight of one of his four pursuers. The burrow dragon-Blaine-was the first of the group to spot him, but he had been on his mount, and a fair distance away. He lifted off of the dragon mount and drew his blade, scowling. He pointed it at Sorl with a steady hand.
you wanted to see me?" Babe asked, frowning. He didn't LIKE being at her beck and call.
I was wondering if you'd like to see some REAL magic. Something that isn't illusion or scientific fact that can readily be explained. Would you like to see something TRULY supernatural?"
that's what you wanted me for?!"
sure." What the heck, right? Who cared? She wanted to show him real magic. If there WAS such a thing. But hey, he'd play along. It's not like he had anything BETTER to do.
and he couldn't spare the time to stop, lest that king descend upon him. He ran on, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, sending up a silent prayer for the stranger.
" Talmar couldn't believe what he was seeing. The ENTIRE port had been burnt down. EVERYTHING. The only reason they were on shore was because they'd elected to ground the ship. He walked into some wreckage and dug in it, not sure what he'd find but HOPING for some good news. All he found was more charcoal. Talmar let the black and disturbing substance fall from his hands. He went to Loq, "
but the men are anxious. Many worry for their families after seeing this carnage. I elect we stay land-bound. Mayhap we will yet find our answers."
Colerime glanced up, "Yes, Lady Janrea?"
on edge. What troubles thee?"
"The battles, mine Lady. There is a war being fought, and here stand I, idle and useless in a world that has need of mine blade." His hand rested almost reverently on the blade at his side. For a long moment, Janrea let the silence between them hang in the air.
Finally, she spoke up, "Colerime, it is battle thou seek."
"Joseph is unfit to bear mine family's name. Were he not the eldest, I would have him stripped of his title and thrown to the human dogs who yearn so carelessly for death, as he claims they do."
"Lady Janrea, he is thine brother! SURELY thou meant not so terrible a fate for a fine nobleman as he!"
"Love, 'tis well enough that I awoke. Thy beauty is as plentiful as ever, dearest."
"Alake. I am not thy master. 'Twas merely a title given to me when I bought thee to remove thy chains. In mine eyes, thou shall never be mine slave. Thou didst become the mother of mine child, and I would have thee as mine wife."
"Laws care not about love."
"My name is Babe. Who're you?"
I know not what thou may have just asked of me."
"You laugh at mine name?"
my last name is Cleave."
kind of cool, you know?"
more dire news. Always at the middle of the night. Hara yawned and stretched out her arm toward a wooden perch. She blew out a soft stream of air toward the perch to wake its occupant. Her pet winged serpent, Tiok. He hissed slightly and slithered onto her arm and around it as she stood up, forcing herself out of bed. Upset at being woken so late, she quickly donned a more presentable nightshift and went to the door. Both of her best guardians were on the other side, pounding frantically for her to wake up and answer them. She did, cross, "The news is always dire, but does it cause harm to allow rest in the night?"
Morning found them all well-rested. Even Babe felt good about the day. There hadn't been a single thing within a mile of them that had been larger than a rabbit. He stood up and waited beside the carriage as the rest of the group went about getting themselves ready. At one point, Gregor came up to Babe with a sword in his hands, "Sir Babe! It came to mine attention upon the rising morn that thou did not have a blade with thee. I felt it appropriate then to deliver unto thee the blade I used before Inferno found mine hand."
thank you, but a blade would only make me a problem for you guys."
I beg forgiveness of thee, but you speak in a tongue that is both familiar and completely unbeknownst to me."
"Where I come from, it's normal. I like the sword, but I can't use it."
Favourite photographer: I like Hockney's collages, but he isnt a photographer?
Personal Quote: "...something like that"
2. Wallace & Gromit:The curse of the wererabbit - Wallace & Gromit in the giant vegetable garden ok that sounds childish and stupid3.
18. Animal precinct (animal planet) - the animal's neighbourhood. wtf?
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