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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bob Aberton" data-source="post: 431184" data-attributes="member: 1518">While Eliad and Nystyra rifled through the message rider's pockets, Diesa checked his pulse, finding he was still alive.  Eliad broke the wax seal on the solitary letter gracing the rider's saddlebags, and Mathonwy walked over to the great oak, whose branches still flailed about menacingly.  "Grace of the Gods to you, Brother Oak, and our thanks for aiding us," he said.  He knelt among the hoary old tree's tangled roots and pulling out a flask of wine, poured on the ground at the foot of the oak.  The leaves in the tree's branches fluttered, seeming to sigh in a satisfied way, though there was no wind."May Herne shield you from the huntsman's arrows, Brothers and Sisters," Math said, addressing this speech to the pack of wolves surrounding him.  "And our thanks for aiding us."  He pulled a joint of meat from the supplies and tossed to the wolves, who growled their thanks and padded off into the night, dragging the haunch of venison with them.To Garr Longbeard, most Magnificent Patron of Clan Longbeard:Greetings and Salutations!  I hope and trust that this correspondance finds you well.Alas, this is no mere trifle of personal friendship that this letter contains.  I must be briefso that our enemies learn little should this missive fall into the wrong hands.  I am forced once more to invoke the terms of our treaty; in other words, my finances run low, and ere Ican be of benefit service to you, I require more money.  My vast armies clamor for payment, and I fear they are close to mutiny.  I shudder to make such a demand of your most Formidable personage, but I must have no less than 1500 pounds in gold bar at the earliest convenience (that is to say, no later than one month from now) if my armies are to be maintained.  Lest you think I demand too much and give too little, I give you my assurance that as soon as the detestable Free Townships have been dealt with, I shall honor my alliance with you, and assist you in every way, martially and materially, against your foes of Clan Swifthammer.-Dyved Meiron, Lord of DwllynThey had just finished perusing the letter, when they heard hoofbeats fast approaching.  They were frozen with shock for a moment, fearing that the message rider had had an escort and that "the jig was up," as Eliad put it.  Then, in a sudden scramble, they all grabbed for weapons dropped here and there on the ground after dealing with the message rider.  They stood ready, ready to sell their lives dearly, when the rider - it was only one - burst into the roadside copse.  Moonlight illuminated the rider's face.  A woman, clad in guilded chainmail, and riding on a shaggy desert pony."Damara!" cried Nystyra joyfully, recognizing the familiar face.  The Allamidian woman looked around at the other Wanderers.  They saw that her scimitar, unsheathed and ready in her hand, was blooded to the hilt.  Damara's surcoat, emblazoned with the hawk-and-sun emblem of the Allamidian Tribes, was ripped to shreds and bloodied, and her chainmail was scratched and nicked.  Her face was haggard and sweaty, covered in a mask of blood and dust.  But she was alive.  Nystyra's faith in her own leadership suddenly returned."It is I," the warrioress said shortly, dismounting from Sandstorm and looking at the prone figure of the unconscious message rider.  "Not a few of Meiron's soldiery will have cause to remember me - and my blade as well.  I see you have caught the rider of whom I spoke."They all looked to the rider in question.  As a matter of fact, he seemed to be coming to, so Eliad walked over and struck him over the head with a tree branch until the rider lapsed back into unconsciousness.Moments later, the Wanderers were back on horseback and riding hard for Urglath with the rider tied to Damara's saddle and the dawn at their backs.  All save Eliad, that is.  When the Wanderers realized that someone needed to deliver at least a copy of Lord Meiron's letter or it would be missed, Eliad squared his shoulders, donned Cnorrec, and, looking exactly like the message rider now tied to Damara's saddle, rode off for the Pillars of the Sky, bearing a skillful forgery of Lord Meiron's letter.The rest of the Wanderers arrived in Urglath hours later and handed the mayor the original copy of the letter.  Soon, Nystyra walked out of the Mayor's office bearing the License to Crenellate she had worked so hard to gain.    ****************************************************Short, I know, but another update's coming soon.  Would anyone else besides Corwyn like to leave a comment/bump?  Taboo?  Horacio?  Enkhidu?  Anyone?  Note that I mean no offense to Corwyn, just that I'd also like other readers to reply as well.And, I urge to to visit the "Elfblood Wanderers Dramatis Personae" in the Rogues Gallery.  It's in need of a bump and a kind comment or two.</blockquote>

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