Drusilia Nailo
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Makes it a little easier to understand why our heroes have a higher body count than arrest record, doesn't it? 
Drusilia Naïlo: The Making of a Watchman
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Jon Potter
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Drusilia Nailo said:Makes it a little easier to understand why our heroes have a higher body count than arrest record, doesn't it?
Oh yes.
And it was nice to see Jaffar taking such a selfless interest in Dru's well-being.
Makes me wonder, though. I realize that when writing these tales, you have the benefit of the same foreknowledge of Jaffar's "second job" as we readers. But I wonder if you know, did Dr N create Jaffar as a cop in Naïlo's pocket from the beginning or was he retrofitted when the need arose?
I just curious because now I've started to rethink everything he's done in the various story hours from a different perspective after seeing this little bit from yours.
drnuncheon
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Pulling back the curtain...
Jaffar was nothing more originally than a throwaway character, like many of the other Watchmen. Even from the start, though, I had the feeling that something was up. At first, I thought he was being blackmailed over a drug addiction (kantha leaves again), but that turned out to be completely wrong.
Sometimes I think that it wasn't so much deciding that he was working for Tensin as it was discovering it...
So, no, I didn't actually know until Book Two...I wish I could plan this stuff deliberately!
J
Jon Potter said:
Jaffar was nothing more originally than a throwaway character, like many of the other Watchmen. Even from the start, though, I had the feeling that something was up. At first, I thought he was being blackmailed over a drug addiction (kantha leaves again), but that turned out to be completely wrong.
Sometimes I think that it wasn't so much deciding that he was working for Tensin as it was discovering it...
So, no, I didn't actually know until Book Two...I wish I could plan this stuff deliberately!
J
drnuncheon
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I just thought I'd update and say that there won't be any Dru posts for a little while.
At 5pm central time yesterday, Melanie's grandfather William Babb passed away after a long illness. She'll be flying back to Missouri this weekend (while I am stuck here with a temp job and an interview for a real one.)
I really wish I were able to go with her to pay my respects, because I was proud to have become part of his family. Even before Mel and I were married, he treated me as if I were part of it - he never had any trouble accepting the long-haired bearded guy that had taken his granddaughter half the country away.
I wish he had been given enough time to see his great-grandchildren, the first of which is on the way (no - not ours! Mel's brother.)
Grandpa Babb, we'll miss you.
J
At 5pm central time yesterday, Melanie's grandfather William Babb passed away after a long illness. She'll be flying back to Missouri this weekend (while I am stuck here with a temp job and an interview for a real one.)
I really wish I were able to go with her to pay my respects, because I was proud to have become part of his family. Even before Mel and I were married, he treated me as if I were part of it - he never had any trouble accepting the long-haired bearded guy that had taken his granddaughter half the country away.
I wish he had been given enough time to see his great-grandchildren, the first of which is on the way (no - not ours! Mel's brother.)
Grandpa Babb, we'll miss you.
J
Drusilia Nailo
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Well, at long last I'm back in Pittsburgh and am on something resembling a normal schedule. And with that, here is the next update...
Drusilia Nailo
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Dru sat in a chair at the Rusty Lantern, surrounded by watchmen. Di'Fier sat on one side of her, Jaffar on the other. Di'Fier smiled, holding out a tankard to her. "Here, it's on me," he told her. "We were all worried about you. It's good to have you back." With a start, Dru realized that he meant it. Whatever misgivings he'd had about her seemed to be gone, or at least, lessened.
Jaffar laughed. "Yeah. Di'Fier's afraid that if you died, he'd get stuck with one of us as a partner."
There were smirks and snickers all around, but Dru didn't detect any malice in them.
"So anyway," Jaffar lowered his voice, growing serious. "You two be careful. Word is that the killer is lookin for you. Might want to sleep elsewhere." He turned to Dru, waggling his eyebrows at her. "If you need a place to rest, I have a suggestion or two."
Most of the other watchmen exchanged sly looks, some of them laughing. Dru suddenly remembered Di'Fier reporting the rumors that Jaffar was interested in her. She blushed, much to the amusement of the others. She thought that she could see Di'Fier looking at her sympathetically, and felt a little better, though. Taking a drink of the ale, she smirked at Jaffar. "That's really nice of you to invite Di'Fier and I to stay at your place."
Jaffar sat there, blinking at her in surprise.
Everyone else laughed, and Connick, one of the watchment, elbowed Jaffar. "Yeah, that's real generous of you, Jaffar. Taking in both the rookies like that... I think that we should put your name in for some kind of award."
Jaffar grumbled, and said, "Yeah, yeah, you kids can stay with me. I don't want it on my head when someone cuts your throats in your beds. Come on, I'll show ya."
Dru and Di'Fier walked down the street, side by side. They were back on the beat together. Dru was healed, though she would carry the scar down the left side of her face for the rest of her life. "I wonder if he's going to kill again," she mused aloud. "Or if whoever his supporters are got him out of town?"
Di'Fier made a face. "Hopefully, he's out of town, and won't be coming back," he said. That was right before they caught the smell of a rotting body. They looked at each other, and then looked towards the nearest darkened alley. With a sigh, Di'Fier stepped towards the alley. "Maybe it's just an alleycat that died of some disease," he said, not sounding convinced.
"Yeah," said Dru flatly. "Maybe it is." She followed him to the mouth of the alley, and stopped. She didn't need to go any further to see what they needed to see; her keen elven vision kept her from having to approach the body. It was the body of a human woman, two days dead, at least. Her chest was covered in blood, and she knew that if she got closer, she'd see that the cause of death would be multiple stab wounds.
Di'Fier approached it, and then turned around in disgust when he saw it. "D*mm*t!" He turned, driving his fist into his hand.
Dru shook her head. "Like I said... we're just going to have to kill him."
"Yes," said Di'Fier, after a moment. "Yes, we're going to have to."
"Do you think that you'll be able to?" The killer's voice came from further back into the deep alley. He had been hiding so well that neither Dru nor Di'Fier had noticed him. He stepped out into their line of sight, smiling mockingly. "Actually, I had intended on killing you. What a lovely scar," he told Dru, in a conversational tone.
"You just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you," Dru snarled. "You should have left town while you were ahead."
"But why would I do that? I wanted to kill you ... and you," he said, turning to smile fondly at Di'Fier. "And now, I am going to get my desire." He pulled a longsword this time, and nodded to Dru. "The elves are not the only ones that are adept at using a longsword. I thought it fitting that you die by an elven blade. It's a pity that your father sent someone to kill you, and your partner."
Jaffar laughed. "Yeah. Di'Fier's afraid that if you died, he'd get stuck with one of us as a partner."
There were smirks and snickers all around, but Dru didn't detect any malice in them.
"So anyway," Jaffar lowered his voice, growing serious. "You two be careful. Word is that the killer is lookin for you. Might want to sleep elsewhere." He turned to Dru, waggling his eyebrows at her. "If you need a place to rest, I have a suggestion or two."
Most of the other watchmen exchanged sly looks, some of them laughing. Dru suddenly remembered Di'Fier reporting the rumors that Jaffar was interested in her. She blushed, much to the amusement of the others. She thought that she could see Di'Fier looking at her sympathetically, and felt a little better, though. Taking a drink of the ale, she smirked at Jaffar. "That's really nice of you to invite Di'Fier and I to stay at your place."
Jaffar sat there, blinking at her in surprise.
Everyone else laughed, and Connick, one of the watchment, elbowed Jaffar. "Yeah, that's real generous of you, Jaffar. Taking in both the rookies like that... I think that we should put your name in for some kind of award."
Jaffar grumbled, and said, "Yeah, yeah, you kids can stay with me. I don't want it on my head when someone cuts your throats in your beds. Come on, I'll show ya."
Dru and Di'Fier walked down the street, side by side. They were back on the beat together. Dru was healed, though she would carry the scar down the left side of her face for the rest of her life. "I wonder if he's going to kill again," she mused aloud. "Or if whoever his supporters are got him out of town?"
Di'Fier made a face. "Hopefully, he's out of town, and won't be coming back," he said. That was right before they caught the smell of a rotting body. They looked at each other, and then looked towards the nearest darkened alley. With a sigh, Di'Fier stepped towards the alley. "Maybe it's just an alleycat that died of some disease," he said, not sounding convinced.
"Yeah," said Dru flatly. "Maybe it is." She followed him to the mouth of the alley, and stopped. She didn't need to go any further to see what they needed to see; her keen elven vision kept her from having to approach the body. It was the body of a human woman, two days dead, at least. Her chest was covered in blood, and she knew that if she got closer, she'd see that the cause of death would be multiple stab wounds.
Di'Fier approached it, and then turned around in disgust when he saw it. "D*mm*t!" He turned, driving his fist into his hand.
Dru shook her head. "Like I said... we're just going to have to kill him."
"Yes," said Di'Fier, after a moment. "Yes, we're going to have to."
"Do you think that you'll be able to?" The killer's voice came from further back into the deep alley. He had been hiding so well that neither Dru nor Di'Fier had noticed him. He stepped out into their line of sight, smiling mockingly. "Actually, I had intended on killing you. What a lovely scar," he told Dru, in a conversational tone.
"You just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you," Dru snarled. "You should have left town while you were ahead."
"But why would I do that? I wanted to kill you ... and you," he said, turning to smile fondly at Di'Fier. "And now, I am going to get my desire." He pulled a longsword this time, and nodded to Dru. "The elves are not the only ones that are adept at using a longsword. I thought it fitting that you die by an elven blade. It's a pity that your father sent someone to kill you, and your partner."
Look_a_Unicorn
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Heya
I have a quick question for you...
In a game I play in, a new player has introduced her character, Lia Nailo and she is a big fantasy reader. Is Drucilia Nailo a name from a fantasy novel?
Thanks.
I have a quick question for you...
In a game I play in, a new player has introduced her character, Lia Nailo and she is a big fantasy reader. Is Drucilia Nailo a name from a fantasy novel?
Thanks.
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