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<blockquote data-quote="sniffles" data-source="post: 3220583" data-attributes="member: 30035"><p><strong>An Enthusiastic Admirer</strong></p><p></p><p>I shan't put the following in a letter to my <em>Naneth</em>. I don't want to distress her when we may not see one another for some while.</p><p></p><p>I'd gone out to seek more booksellers while we awaited the verdict of the council. Happening upon a small out-of-the-way shop, I soon found myself engrossed in a copy of Verilian's <em>An Account of the History of Eaerlann</em>. I've read it previously and it isn't terribly accurate or exciting, but nonetheless I became so absorbed in it I lost all awareness of my surroundings. </p><p></p><p>I didn't realize anything was amiss until I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and everything went dark.</p><p></p><p>When I recovered my senses I found myself in a well-appointed room with a large fireplace. Through bleary eyes I observed a large portrait before me, still in the process of being completed by the artist. Behind me someone stood applying a salve to the knot on the back of my skull. His motions were more like caresses than healing ministrations, which I would have found unpleasant had my wits been clearer. </p><p></p><p>My hands and feet were bound, and my mouth had been stopped with a silk handkerchief. I don't think I shall look at silk handkerchiefs quite as favorably ever again.</p><p></p><p>Despite my confused state I felt a sense of relief in the realization that I could still sense Istanil, though I couldn't determine precisely where she was in relation to my own location. But I knew that she had summoned my friends and they were searching for me.</p><p></p><p>My friends had already discovered the identity of my abductor: that same admirer from the Dragon Days festival who had been causing Hedrin and Latan some concern over the past two days. His name is Wedswin Fordsworth, a name I won't soon forget. </p><p></p><p>The Silver Claws and Ice Fangs were on their way to Fordsworth's manor, accompanied by some city guardsmen. Roland was able to talk his way past the guard at the gate with his usual aplomb. But once they reached the house the guards within were more suspicious of the arrival of so many armed folk. A struggle ensued.</p><p></p><p>I could sense Istanil searching anxiously for me, but was unaware that while I was being held on the ground floor my familiar had mistakenly elected to search the second floor of the manor. Latan had dispatched Isaura to seek me as well.</p><p></p><p>When my abductor became aware that my friends were making short work of his hired swords, he ordered a particularly large specimen of that variety to pick me up and carry me out of the room. By then my head had cleared, and I called on the Lady's Blessing to aid me as I attempted to get free of my bonds. I had been bound with lengths of drapery cord that were inexpertly knotted, but despite this my first attempt at escape failed, perhaps because I was slung over the warrior's shoulder like a roll of carpet.</p><p></p><p>The swordsman and my captor hurried down a back passageway to the rear of the house and out into the garden. There the warrior laid me on a carpet. He and my abductor then both mounted the carpet and it began to rise into the air. </p><p></p><p>I should like to ride a flying carpet someday, preferrably of my own free choice. I gave another wriggle and managed this time to slip free of my bindings, eagerly tearing the silk handkerchief from my mouth. Isaura came wafting up to me then and began trying to pull me off the carpet.</p><p></p><p>At the same moment Latan swooped down on the rising carpet, buoyed by a pair of insubstantial silvery dragon wings. As I freed myself and rolled off the carpet, she shouted to me that the rest of my friends were still in danger inside the manor house.</p><p></p><p>I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave her alone with the massive warrior on the carpet. I considered giving a herald's call, but it occurred to me that the swordsman was likely too strong to be affected by it. Instead I began to recite the most stirring stanza of <em>Thandalar's Fury</em> as I ran toward the house.</p><p></p><p>I met Istanil there, to my great pleasure. As we raced into the passage, I found Roland, Hedrin and Percy engaged with several of the sell-swords, who were well-armored but not as well trained as our Dragonsreach militia. Just as we entered, Roland collapsed. But at the same moment Hedrin had dispatched the last but one of the guards. The remaining fellow surrendered. Roland managed to heal himself enough to get back on his feet a moment later.</p><p></p><p>When Latan joined us she reported that she'd been obliged to let Fordsworth and his henchman escape, as she was too wounded to battle the bulky mercenary. I suppose that Fordsworth would have received little punishment in any case. His family is obviously wealthy and influential here in Milvarune.</p><p></p><p>I'm afraid this experience will make me more cautious in enjoying the exercise of my art in future. I must remember that not all of my admirers are likely to be as disturbed in mind as Master Fordsworth. Bless the Lady and my friends for rescuing me from his clutches.</p><p></p><p>I pray the council will make their decision quickly. I should like to get away from this town as soon as possible.</p><p>_____________________________________________</p><p><strong>Quips & Quotes</strong>:</p><p></p><p><u>Zora</u>: "What's Istanil (the walking book) doing?"</p><p><u>sniffles</u>: "Running back to Silver Cottage."</p><p><u>Devo</u>: "You should get a page to do that."</p><p></p><p><u>Jubilee</u>: (to Istanil) "Did Thilme' fall down a well?"</p><p><u>Devo</u>: "An inkwell."</p><p></p><p><u>Zora</u>: "His name's Wedswin T. Fordsworth. Go ahead and say it - his initials are WTF."</p><p></p><p><u>Zora</u>: "You think you plan for everything. Then the players show up."</p><p></p><p><u>Hedrin</u>: "Join us! We'll rule Milvarune as Hedrin and guard!"</p><p></p><p><u>Hedrin</u>: "I know who he is - he's Foppio."</p><p></p><p><u>Zora</u>: "Percy knocks the guard out with his stool."</p><p><u>Devo</u>: (to guard) "'You have a little stool in your helmet.'"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="sniffles, post: 3220583, member: 30035"] [b]An Enthusiastic Admirer[/b] I shan't put the following in a letter to my [I]Naneth[/I]. I don't want to distress her when we may not see one another for some while. I'd gone out to seek more booksellers while we awaited the verdict of the council. Happening upon a small out-of-the-way shop, I soon found myself engrossed in a copy of Verilian's [I]An Account of the History of Eaerlann[/I]. I've read it previously and it isn't terribly accurate or exciting, but nonetheless I became so absorbed in it I lost all awareness of my surroundings. I didn't realize anything was amiss until I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and everything went dark. When I recovered my senses I found myself in a well-appointed room with a large fireplace. Through bleary eyes I observed a large portrait before me, still in the process of being completed by the artist. Behind me someone stood applying a salve to the knot on the back of my skull. His motions were more like caresses than healing ministrations, which I would have found unpleasant had my wits been clearer. My hands and feet were bound, and my mouth had been stopped with a silk handkerchief. I don't think I shall look at silk handkerchiefs quite as favorably ever again. Despite my confused state I felt a sense of relief in the realization that I could still sense Istanil, though I couldn't determine precisely where she was in relation to my own location. But I knew that she had summoned my friends and they were searching for me. My friends had already discovered the identity of my abductor: that same admirer from the Dragon Days festival who had been causing Hedrin and Latan some concern over the past two days. His name is Wedswin Fordsworth, a name I won't soon forget. The Silver Claws and Ice Fangs were on their way to Fordsworth's manor, accompanied by some city guardsmen. Roland was able to talk his way past the guard at the gate with his usual aplomb. But once they reached the house the guards within were more suspicious of the arrival of so many armed folk. A struggle ensued. I could sense Istanil searching anxiously for me, but was unaware that while I was being held on the ground floor my familiar had mistakenly elected to search the second floor of the manor. Latan had dispatched Isaura to seek me as well. When my abductor became aware that my friends were making short work of his hired swords, he ordered a particularly large specimen of that variety to pick me up and carry me out of the room. By then my head had cleared, and I called on the Lady's Blessing to aid me as I attempted to get free of my bonds. I had been bound with lengths of drapery cord that were inexpertly knotted, but despite this my first attempt at escape failed, perhaps because I was slung over the warrior's shoulder like a roll of carpet. The swordsman and my captor hurried down a back passageway to the rear of the house and out into the garden. There the warrior laid me on a carpet. He and my abductor then both mounted the carpet and it began to rise into the air. I should like to ride a flying carpet someday, preferrably of my own free choice. I gave another wriggle and managed this time to slip free of my bindings, eagerly tearing the silk handkerchief from my mouth. Isaura came wafting up to me then and began trying to pull me off the carpet. At the same moment Latan swooped down on the rising carpet, buoyed by a pair of insubstantial silvery dragon wings. As I freed myself and rolled off the carpet, she shouted to me that the rest of my friends were still in danger inside the manor house. I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave her alone with the massive warrior on the carpet. I considered giving a herald's call, but it occurred to me that the swordsman was likely too strong to be affected by it. Instead I began to recite the most stirring stanza of [I]Thandalar's Fury[/I] as I ran toward the house. I met Istanil there, to my great pleasure. As we raced into the passage, I found Roland, Hedrin and Percy engaged with several of the sell-swords, who were well-armored but not as well trained as our Dragonsreach militia. Just as we entered, Roland collapsed. But at the same moment Hedrin had dispatched the last but one of the guards. The remaining fellow surrendered. Roland managed to heal himself enough to get back on his feet a moment later. When Latan joined us she reported that she'd been obliged to let Fordsworth and his henchman escape, as she was too wounded to battle the bulky mercenary. I suppose that Fordsworth would have received little punishment in any case. His family is obviously wealthy and influential here in Milvarune. I'm afraid this experience will make me more cautious in enjoying the exercise of my art in future. I must remember that not all of my admirers are likely to be as disturbed in mind as Master Fordsworth. Bless the Lady and my friends for rescuing me from his clutches. I pray the council will make their decision quickly. I should like to get away from this town as soon as possible. _____________________________________________ [B]Quips & Quotes[/B]: [U]Zora[/U]: "What's Istanil (the walking book) doing?" [U]sniffles[/U]: "Running back to Silver Cottage." [U]Devo[/U]: "You should get a page to do that." [U]Jubilee[/U]: (to Istanil) "Did Thilme' fall down a well?" [U]Devo[/U]: "An inkwell." [U]Zora[/U]: "His name's Wedswin T. Fordsworth. Go ahead and say it - his initials are WTF." [U]Zora[/U]: "You think you plan for everything. Then the players show up." [U]Hedrin[/U]: "Join us! We'll rule Milvarune as Hedrin and guard!" [U]Hedrin[/U]: "I know who he is - he's Foppio." [U]Zora[/U]: "Percy knocks the guard out with his stool." [U]Devo[/U]: (to guard) "'You have a little stool in your helmet.'" [/QUOTE]
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