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24th September 2003

frobozz8:15am: Walk On By (Catanistan 2:10)
    "Of... course," replied Catanistan, walking on towards his goal himself. He was sure that the man's words were going to mean something all too soon and he wanted to reach that meaning before it revealed itself... by force, quite likely. He tucked the bottle under his arm so as not to jostle it.

18th September 2003

mechaman1:08pm: Beware of born gifts (Catanistan 2:9)
Catanistan considered that offer carefully, then shook his head.
"No... all I ask is trade, sir, and you have given that. If there is anything further for which we could bargain, I would be willing. Otherwise, I shall leave you at your peace."


"Hmph. No gift. Bah. No peace for you, young man, no peace at all. All fall down, down soon enough, enough of this." The man scowled, but at least didn't seemed too perturbed as he shuffled away. The guards looked on and watched him wander elsewhere, looking in disbeleif and a bit of relaxed tension.
frobozz8:14am: Heavy Chains
    Catanistan considered that offer carefully, then shook his head.
    "No... all I ask is trade, sir, and you have given that. If there is anything further for which we could bargain, I would be willing. Otherwise, I shall leave you at your peace."

9th September 2003

mechaman11:11pm: Chain of Fools (Catanistan 2:7)
"And where would one find this place... and these men?" He offered another bite of his rations, though he realised that they were nearly depleated. "Who was chained and how?"

He laughs again, accepting the bounty with a smile. "Shame, anger, fear, death, sugar and spice, not so nice. A birdy told me so, and I gave it a gift. You want a gift too, don't you?" He looked at Catanistan expectantly. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw some of the guards stiffen mildly, coming just a bit more alert.
frobozz9:19pm: The Right To Bear Alms
    "And where would one find this place... and these men?" He offered another bite of his rations, though he realised that they were nearly depleated. "Who was chained and how?"

25th August 2003

mechaman8:05pm: Dead Men Tell Many Tales (Catanistan 2:5)
"Those who rose?" asked Catanistan. He reaches into a pocket, removing some jerked beef. Rude rations for someone who desires something savoury, but still they are all that's at hand. He moves the bits of beef closer, to where the fellow can see. "Tell me of these dead men?"

He cackled a bit, taking the offered and starting to bite into it as he capers slightly to the side. "Mmm. Tell of the place where the blood of calves ran black, a river of salt water waiting a call, call it did to one chained, and a small link was brought out, unaware." He cocks his head to the side, grinning wide. "Bear to all four corners, bare to the world, bare to the blind, bear to the mad, yes... the bears to me."

7th August 2003

frobozz6:33pm: Giving Alms (Catanistan 2:4)
    "Those who rose?" asked Catanistan. He reaches into a pocket, removing some jerked beef. Rude rations for someone who desires something savoury, but still they are all that's at hand. He moves the bits of beef closer, to where the fellow can see. "Tell me of these dead men?"

10th July 2003

mechaman11:15pm: Always Asking Questions (Catanistan 2:3)
A doddering cripple laughs by the inner exit for the commerce district, the laugh having an unsettling to it. His eyes seem bright, amused with life and things. The guards seem to be keeping an eye on him, but do not pester him, with a wariness.

Catanistan pauses as he sees the cripple, frowning lightly. He nods as he passes. "Sir, what ails you?"


"What ails the living? What ales? Meads, porters and lagers... lagers chopping away, never looking where the trees fall, if a tree falls on dead men, do they hear a sound? Sounds to me like a bit of a pickle... mmm... pickles...." He laughs and smacks his lips, perhaps in memory of that. "Bitter taste they have, but me? Oh, I'm not bitter. Bitter would be those who rose..." He pauses, as if not sure where he was going, a common state it seems likely. His clothing has a look of long road-remains to it.

8th July 2003

frobozz9:06pm: Walking (Catanistan 2:2)
    Catanistan pauses as he sees the cripple, frowning lightly. He nods as he passes. "Sir, what ails you?"

9th June 2003

mechaman12:10pm: Site updated...
Collated the one fully extant scene, and will be over the next few days trying to add a bit more to the content.

http://www.eyrie.org/~mechaman/circles.html

3rd June 2003

mechaman3:24am: Switch differently (Eorl 14)
The wax melted well in the small light, the heat quite bearable. As he gummed it into place, the pedestal locked. While his trick likely could be deduced in the morning, assuming an astute individual, it did mean it's precious cargo was vulnerable right now. And after all, that was all one could wish for, wasn't it?
mechaman3:19am: Walking in the city of Glassthorn (Catanistan 2:1)
The streets of the city are more silent than not, even as the caravan's arrival seems to have flushed out some lurkeres. Part of this is the heat of the climate of the area, but much more seems to a general disease. An almost palpable feeling of foreboding. Those who travel freely seem to have a combination of bravery, heavy armamnet, lineage of the Dragon, or otherwise reasons for perhaps a false sense of security. Still, some shop owners seem to be trying to hawk what wares they can while people are looking for goods. Others seem not willing to advertise their goods, though many seem able to figure out what they carry with small difficulty.

A doddering cripple laughs by the inner exit for the commerce district, the laugh having an unsettling to it. His eyes seem bright, amused with life and things. The guards seem to be keeping an eye on him, but do not pester him, with a wariness.

20th January 2003

jonrober5:37pm: Gumming up the works
Eorl smiled decisively at this sealing wax. That was almost perfect. He glanced about quickly one last time, then did indeed look for a light-strike about to warm the wax. [[If found...]] He used his body to block the sparks from any else about, lighting one candle to do the duty of melting. Then finally, moved back again to try pouring the liquid wax about and into the workings of the switch...

13th January 2003

mechaman8:30pm: And now that the GM is hopefully getting back into the swing of things....
December, to be honest, sucked royally. Hopefully things are back on track. Freydis and Zeerath, shall we try to get into the swing more? Hopefully RL and GM headspace is back into some frame of normal.
mechaman8:27pm: Hopefully it will be a very fine year... (Catanistan 14)
"I understand," replied Catanistan, sighing lightly. "We'll take this a day at a time and see if, perhaps, someone will send us a miracle. They might be in shorter supply than in ages past, but they haven't completely passed out of the world yet, have they?"

Korine looked to him with a look that said loads to her opinion of such a matter, but she gave him the decency to allow that there was the long shot at the least.

Catanistan rose, offering a hand once more. "I'll take the wine with me. Just in case it's useful. Better to have it than not."

Korine laughed a bit. "If nothing else, it can't hurt as a final toast if all goes to nothing, eh?" She took the hand in a firm, hard shake, then sat herself down. Catanistan's dismissal implicit.

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mechaman8:16pm: Sticky situations (Eorl 13)
Within one of the drawers, a small amount of sealing wax for sealing documents was easily procured, the consistency stiff, but more pliant as he warmed it in hand. It would only become truly liquid in a candle's heat, but the feel of the wax was sticky enough even so.

28th November 2002

jonrober6:20pm: Ups and downs
That was almost it, then... Eorl quickly went over shelves and drawers, looking for an adhesive, tape or glue or an amber -- something that seemed mightily sticky. Perhaps that would solve his last woe...

25th November 2002

frobozz7:05pm: Well, that's not good... (Catanistan 13)
    "I understand," replied Catanistan, sighing lightly. "We'll take this a day at a time and see if, perhaps, someone will send us a miracle. They might be in shorter supply than in ages past, but they haven't completely passed out of the world yet, have they?"
    Catanistan rose, offering a hand once more. "I'll take the wine with me. Just in case it's useful. Better to have it than not."

20th November 2002

mechaman1:23pm: Fear of death is the fear of not living as it is death and thus living not. (Catanistan 12)
"Of course," replied Catanistan, wryly. "Before I begin this recruitment drive, I would ask one thing more." Catanistan steepled his fingers, considering how best to deliver this. The most diplomatic way to approach a topic of fear is to deflect it onto someone else, so... "One of the guards I met on the way here seemed entirely terrified by the dead-spot southwards. Otherwise, he seemed a sturdy and solid soul. What do we know of it that could terrify someone so?"

She snorts. "Common sense. Or rather, knowing that it's likely the start of another of the Deathlord's domain, but they don't ever think small. He was probably in the last caravansary we tried to push across." Korine's eyes go distant, just a bit. Enough to let show that the 'we' is not at any form of distance at all. "It was spread over at least two days then, though not as obvious as that black tar you seen now. Nothing at all living, bone quiet... then the night..." She shudders. "We managed to beat things back then pull away for the city again. Ten people, no goods." Touches of guilt and responsibility touch face, implying she didn't intend to make it back.

"We brought the word back, fat lot of good it did."
mechaman12:55pm: Put to the screws (Eorl 12)
The threads moves stiffly, but much shorter than he though they would. There were two grooves in the thread, that allowed the bottom to 'drop' after a small turn more. The bottom 'dropped' into his hand, and balancing it took a moment. However, it did mean, that, if he could keep the switch from rising or falling, everything should fall into place.

18th November 2002

frobozz7:58pm: Catanistan 11
    "As if enthusiasm was the only worry. Right. So long as it doesn't reek of the dead, and doesn't look like it's a waste of what we've got." She leaned forward, seriously. "If it is, I'll make sure you help deliver the message to my sister about here wonderful notions." Body optional.

    "Of course," replied Catanistan, wryly. "Before I begin this recruitment drive, I would ask one thing more." Catanistan steepled his fingers, considering how best to deliver this. The most diplomatic way to approach a topic of fear is to deflect it onto someone else, so... "One of the guards I met on the way here seemed entirely terrified by the dead-spot southwards. Otherwise, he seemed a sturdy and solid soul. What do we know of it that could terrify someone so?"

17th November 2002

jonrober2:57pm: Screw loose
Eorl frowned to himself, and decided it was time to take a chance. If the second was not as well screwed in, perhaps.. perhaps a risk. He slowly worked at this one, unscrewing it more to test the stiffness of the threading. All the while watching the weight trigger of this one to tell if it was starting to go loose. If this worked well, likely best to go ahead and try with his true target.

16th November 2002

mechaman1:21am: Prelude: Zeerath
Once, I turned my face from the world. No longer. Once you spoke for any cause, but now learn what cause tasks your heart. I am the Unconquered Sun, and I have Chosen you, my speaker. I task you, to bring righteousness to the land, and to bring an army of Truth to defend it.

The sun rose again, giving Zeerath respite from those words, replayed again in his head. Down below, the city awoke, the gates opening on the largest city of the East. Nearly a million people resided in Nexus, and while it wasn't necessarily the best place to start, it was where Zeerath's feet had lead him. The newly Exalted didn't need to recall those words, spoken to him as he endured his abandonment... they were in his heart as much as the mark on his forehead was branded, if now invisible. The tone though, that was the part that perhaps made one wonder. What made an army of Truth. The truth of the betrayal, of course, that the Solars were not the Anathema, that the Dragonblooded ruled from a lie... all of those fit well enough, and they all were truth, but there was something more to it. Something that gnawed.... it was not a lack of faith, but a hint, perhaps. A directive there, yet unclear.

In any case, there could be no army without troops or means to supply them. And there were old acquaintances here. It was a place to start. If one thing Nexus rarely had in abundance was those of either truth or righteousness.

15th November 2002

mechaman12:24am: A matter of rotation...(Eorl 10)
Examining the lower display helped in its own way.... the same design of the case made it all the more likely that the case was the same as the other. A sneaking suspicion paid off as carelessness worked to his favor. The second case was not quite screwed in as well as it should have been, proving that the entire bottom did indeed screw off in a reverse thread. It seemed likely the filigree was to keep a smash or cut motion from making the case give up its wares without a surprise of some sort...
mechaman12:11am: Read between these pages (Catanistan 10)
"With the way things go between us, I think you'd best bring along a keg, if it wouldn't offend his 'grace's sensibilities. He may enjoy his wine and .. other pleasures, but he knows at least that any help we need would need all the more extra. Especially since he can use that same specter across the south to deny anything, in the name of defending this place. Playing both sides of an argument, I think he figures, means you never lose."

"Hmmmm," mused Catanistan, pondering the words. "A keg indeed. Perhaps I should bring along a bottle of wine to ease our meeting. If we have one at hand, that is. One will generally try to divide and conquer everything except one's own vices. Playing both sides of things is a game for the sober."


"I think I could spare with a cask or two, fair warning." Her expression showed much her thought on that, however. She didn't trust the man, not one bit, and while she did believe the drunkenness, her face being plain on that account, her instincts, the hidden brain did not. To Catanistan, that mixed message was it's own enlightenment.

"Right now, what I have is goods, and enough to perhaps payroll three talons of cannon fodder for a week. Neither of which is going to be terribly much use, unless Hulani's 'support' comes into town soon." She shifted a bit as she thought on the other question, a seriousness to her manner. "If you put it that way, the only kind of coin I don't want to borrow from this mess is more trouble. Other than that, we're in pretty bad straits. I've got a feeling a hell of a lot more than that bastard knows." There was a lot more to that, in truth. A kind of bleak desperation, yet again that unease, below her surface. The woman had not been anything but honest to the question, but Catanistan's eye again noticed, she was no fool. She knew there could be worse, but she feared the south implicitly.

"Plenty enough script for the hiring, so long as I pick our hirelings carefully. One good man is worth a legion of mediocrity. Though I'll certainly try not to let on how badly off we are." He smiled ruefully. "That tends to discourage enthusiasm."


"As if enthusiasm was the only worry. Right. So long as it doesn't reek of the dead, and doesn't look like it's a waste of what we've got." She leaned forward, seriously. "If it is, I'll make sure you help deliver the message to my sister about here wonderful notions." Body optional.

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14th November 2002

mechaman11:49pm: Campfire Stories (Freydis 2)
A chuckle greeted her call. Not one of direct malice, yet amusement. "I call, as I may. Of course if you really wish to remind your sleeper of her calling, I would be honored, if saddened to be the one to be asked." The voice in question seemed to not express any of that sadness. "Then again, it may be I may honor it more than I expect, and if I do, then it would be quite a trip for such a short thing. Such are things under the moon."

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11th November 2002

jonrober10:35am: Don't cross the wires (Eorl)
This was a pretty bit of a penny.. but of course, there had to be a way to get *at* the things once they were in. The chances this man wove these in to stay forever was little.. some might do such a thing, but if the owner was shufling them away regularly, there seemed little point in giving them permanent cages. Eorl moved over to a different case, comparing the two for any common points in those filagrees, perhaps any pattern existing in both that might give clue to where they would be disabled.

That done, he moved back to the first, his fingers sliding lightly over the glass of the case to check for indentations or hairlines, that same goal in his mind...

9th November 2002

frobozz3:08am: If I Wanted Easy, I'd Be In A Vampire Chronicle...
"With the way things go between us, I think you'd best bring along a keg, if it wouldn't offend his 'grace''s sensibilities. He may enjoy his wine and .. other pleasures, but he knows at least that any help we need would need all the more extra. Especially since he can use that same specter across the south to deny anything, in the name of defending this place. Playing both sides of an argument, I think he figures, means you never lose."

    "Hmmmm," mused Catanistan, pondering the words. "A keg indeed. Perhaps I should bring along a bottle of wine to ease our meeting. If we have one at hand, that is. One will generally try to divide and conquer everything except one's own vices. Playing both sides of things is a game for the sober."

"Right now, what I have is goods, and enough to perhaps payroll three talons of cannon fodder for a week. Neither of which is going to be terribly much use, unless Hulani's 'support' comes into town soon." She shifted a bit as she thought on the other question, a seriousness to her manner. "If you put it that way, the only kind of coin I don't want to borrow from this mess is more trouble. Other than that, we're in pretty bad straits. I've got a feeling a hell of a lot more than that bastard knows."

    "Plenty enough script for the hiring, so long as I pick our hirelings carefully. One good man is worth a legion of mediocrity. Though I'll certainly try not to let on how badly off we are." He smiled ruefully. "That tends to discourage enthusiasm."

8th November 2002

exaltedsword9:22pm: On Your Own Now (Freydis)
Freydis rises from her curled position on the nest of bracken she's made for herself and drops her hand to the hilt of Gjallr. The smooth wood and wire of the hilt is familiar, disturbingly so for so new-forged a weapon, and she steadies herself. This is not Whitewall; her fathers are not here to protect her.

For some reason, this suits a darker part of her bemused mind just fine.

"Whistling in the dark, are we?" she calls, her voice pitched to carry and surprising her with its assertive tone. "Tell me, who comes?"

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mechaman1:17pm: Crosshatched plans (Eorl 8)
The filigree was very decorative, but it had another purpose, in that it would be hard, very hard to extract anything above the size of a small ring without touching the filigree. Much like one would make a screen, but the filigree was thin enough that it could be bent easily... which fit well with his line of thought. After all, if one cut the glass and removed the jewel, the weight would be mild, and easily replaced. In this case, perhaps that was the second trap.

7th November 2002

jonrober7:40pm: Glass canaries (Eorl)
Eorl frowned to himself. At least a challenge... He felt along the edges of the case, where it came to the pedestal, to see if the two matched their lineup. A minor matter, but one to keep him busy as his eyes traced over the filagrees, seeing if there was any familiar pattern to them. Of art, of rune, of pattern, perhaps that would give this some clue... Perhaps it would be best to simply take the case as a whole and worry this another time, but that would make climbing at least a little annoying. A last resort, if need be.

6th November 2002

mechaman12:31pm: Grumble
Tried to add a centered Dice Roller link to make it mildly more accessible, from any aspect, and got the link to work from the MRE view, but not centered. I'll fix later.
mechaman12:14pm: They never relocate you for the easy things... (Catanistan 8)
"A satrap who is a drunkard might actually work in my favour," replied Catanistan. "After all, the worse the conditions, the more likely people will want to better themselves. Besides, if worse comes to worst, I can always buy my way out of trouble with a stiff drink, mmm?"

"With the way things go between us, I think you'd best bring along a keg, if it wouldn't offend his 'grace''s sensibilities. He may enjoy his wine and .. other pleasures, but he knows at least that any help we need would need all the more extra. Especially since he can use that same specter across the south to deny anything, in the name of defending this place. Playing both sides of an argument, I think he figures, means you never lose."

"What sort of hiring fund do we have? And do you care much about the demeanor of the individuals I find? Beyond trustworthy, that is... and have you any special requirements? I always enjoy getting those out onto the tabletop before I push my seat away."

"Right now, what I have is goods, and enough to perhaps payroll three talons of cannon fodder for a week. Neither of which is going to be terribly much use, unless Hulani's 'support' comes into town soon." She shifted a bit as she thought on the other question, a seriousness to her manner. "If you put it that way, the only kind of coin I don't want to borrow from this mess is more trouble. Other than that, we're in pretty bad straits. I've got a feeling a hell of a lot more than that bastard knows."

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5th November 2002

frobozz7:30pm: She Don't Ask Much...
    "A satrap who is a drunkard might actually work in my favour," replied Catanistan. "After all, the worse the conditions, the more likely people will want to better themselves. Besides, if worse comes to worst, I can always buy my way out of trouble with a stiff drink, mmm?"
    "What sort of hiring fund do we have? And do you care much about the demeanor of the individuals I find? Beyond trustworthy, that is... and have you any special requirements? I always enjoy getting those out onto the tabletop before I push my seat away."
mechaman3:27pm: Formation Orders (Catanistan 6)
Korine snorts, as if amused. "Well, she doesn't seem to ask much of you." She leans back, opening the paper, and reciting in an airy mockery of the other woman's tone. 'Dear Korine, since our household cannot spare even a fang's worth of our brethren, even as we agree the shipments you've sent are vital. However, we can and will send what other support we can, and urge you seek those about that you can find. As some of our mother's ... speaking qualities were passed to me, and more our father's skills to you, I thought you could use, perhaps, someone to help make the bargain and secure the aid. After all, better not to waste those that we send." She tosses the letter to the desk. "Thoughtful of her, wasn't she. Then again, she seems to think that I don't precisely use those precious little skills away from where it's easy to get materials.
She leaned forward. "So, you're little job is for me to find allies in this dragons-forsaken place, people you can contract, scrape, hell, I don't really care what you do. Because I know that dead spot's growing down the river. Without it, no one can get to the deserts, goods or people. And the city's satrap's a Cynis who loves to mouth platitudes of the survivors of the fittest. That way he doesn't have to invest much in the ruling of the city. Pity the drunk's got a rather good survival streak to him."

4th November 2002

frobozz10:13pm: Scar of Time
    Catanistan takes the proffered seat, leaning back just enough to show that he's at ease in present company without showing an over-relaxed disrespect. Most important of all, he does his best not to give off the air of taking this position by design, but by happy accident of demeanor.
    "I'll make sure to keep formality to a bare minimum then," he said, inclining his head. "And I'm afraid I've been kept in the dark as to the contents of this missive."
mechaman3:51pm: Matters of glass houses (Eorl 6)
The filigree looked to be built only to the case, the case itself slightly, slightly off. In all likeliness the case as a whole has something about it, but it's fair to guess it has little to do with the pedestal on which it sits. Two tiers to things if so. Perhaps something to ward against breakage....

2nd November 2002

jonrober11:30am: Lightbulb screwage (Eorl)
Eorl frowned, looking closer at these filagrees, tracing them back to see if they connected to anything on the case end. Something else.. perhaps they traced back to something else, or merely all connected..

31st October 2002

mechaman12:29pm: From one's mouth to another's ear.... (Catanistan 4)
The guard nods, accepting the paper. With a perfunct turn he starts to walk for a nearby hall, the house sigil prominently placed, even if it looks to be a recent addition. Two 'blooded guard pace the door restlessly, yet look more than mildly new to the job. Not lesser trained than many of the warriors of the realm, but nether terribly seasoned. Considering the age of the house itself, even accounting for those who had become a part of it through marriage and liege oaths, it wasn't quite surprising.
His guide didn't pause in his stride and continued up the path, moving through the small warehouse of items toward one of the few interior rooms, the smallest of the set. Another guard, looking a bit more seasoned than the outer two nodded before the guide walked in. The woman at the desk, while still looking very young had a different quality about her.

It wasn't any sort of beauty. A horrible scar marred her face badly, making one that was mildly pretty into anything but. It wasn't the kind of quality that made one apprehensive about how much money was left. The look on her face was rather uncompromisingly open, which made it rather easy to tell to him that his presence wasn't a part of her most favored status. (It also, perhaps, showed why he'd been thought suitable, however) At the same time, her attitude was much a living presence, one that played across her more than the scowl as she looked up at his arrival. She was the kind who showed what she wanted, and it got done. Not for any fear, but because it was, in the end, what was expected. The attention and stance of his guide gave its own clues, that that expectation wasn't born in arrogance, or not without respect. But that, after all, was past the first meeting.

She took the letter from his guide and opened it with no words, scanning it over. Her eyes narrowed a bit, then placed it flat on the table. She nodded toward the makeshift chair in front of her desk. "You might as well sit down, this is not going to be a short visit, and I don't care on formal welcomes anyway." Lady V'neef Korine looked to him, as if looking through the roadgrime and clothing and trying to see what was at his marrow. "I suppose my sister didn't think to tell you what's in this letter?

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30th October 2002

frobozz7:38pm: Deth and Tackses
    "I have my papers here," replied Catanistan, presenting them. He shook his head at the suggestion. "No, I'm afraid there's no turning back for me. I'd rather face death than walk back into its clutches."

29th October 2002

mechaman11:15am: Site gone (mostly) live....
http://www.eyrie.org/~mechaman/circles.html

Okay, got the basic layout done, debugged the dice roller after a mild catastrophic 'fix', have a home page up, and a link under 'current' for the LJ itself. Want to hit the 'under construction' pages today, but stomach flu is spacking me about big time.

Question for the players: Do we want to go with just descriptions on the PCs, or would people want their sheets open-access? Since at first everyone starts solo, it's not like they're quite applicable directly yet.

Second question: Should it default to 'current' as it is now, or home?

Comments? (And if anyone has a para desc they want up for their character, feel free to send or comment it here)
mechaman10:03am: Weighty Matters (Eorl 4)
Looking over the pedestal did give a bit more insight.., replacing with a different weight wasn't needed so much as keeping the contact below the case from rising or lowering... simple enough, if you notice it to begin with. Looking about, there are plenty of cases of similar weight, but none of the same dimensions. The room keeps quiet, the door still closed.
The disc itself looked negligible in weight, yet the case seemed to be threaded -- the base one that screwed onto the glass, which was limned and rimmed with golden filigree, each part of the filigree making a circuit, always connecting to the base. Perhaps it was mere styling, but something nagged about it.

28th October 2002

jonrober8:22pm: Don't call me Indy
Eorl gave the (temporary) owner of his new prizes a short look to ensure that nothing would be likely to come from that area, licking his lips. Better, much better, assuaging his worries of traps by showing him one. But still.. He stepped around the pedestal, looking upon it closely, then began to stalk around the room, examining any object he could see, judging if any seemed to meet up with the pedestal's top. Either size or style.. perhaps the vain fool was good enough to make the weight look properly fitting upon its proper perch.

27th October 2002

mechaman10:01pm: Prelude: Freydis
*stamp*

*stamp*

*stamp*

Her heavy boots reminded her well of the sound of her hammer on the forge, her foster Harald allowing her time alone to work on her journeyman test. An old rusted sword Thorolf had brought back from his recent excursion was the materials to be made into a new dagger. Proof of skills, and a useful item to have, even if Thorolf had been teaching her to use much larger blades in her spare time. But working a dagger was no small feat, and her heart had been in the task.

*stamp*

Working on the blade, melting it down had been an act that had touched her heart, even as her sentimentality for old blades generally didn't get that emotional. The ochre color of the molten metal had run well, and had taken to her tools exquisitely. And as she worked it, she felt her focus tighten, the image of what the metal should be coming to mind all the more. Her tongs and hammer teasing the shape, bending and folding it... images of the blade slicing through the air, moving in deft strong strokes, fitting into a well calloused, yet supple hand....

*stamp*

Of course, when she came out of that forge-dream, she looked at the results with a mixture of priide and dread. Pride because the sword in her hands was quite finely made; far better than anything she'd ever made to that point. Dread because she could see on her brow a shinining holow circle, with rays of light spreading from it. She'd been staring at the mark a moment when Harald had come back in, and her reaction was near instinctive, like almost remembered skill. He had paused and held up his hands, a moment. When she had lowered the sword, he smiled wanly. "I think it's time for all three of us to talk."

*stamp*

It warmed her heart that her fosters trusted her well. There wasn't any doubt from them over her becoming a 'monster'. At the same time, all of them agreed. If she stayed, she'd be found out, and that would ruin them all. So provisions made, and sword on back, she started down the road, alone. No forge, no ties, nothing but what she carried.

*stamp*

The first night, snugged against the cave, however, came a dream. Or perhaps it wasn't a dream, as she didn't recall falling asleep...

The crackling of a fire sounded from outside the cave she'd moved into for some small shelter from the winter winds. Hints of firesparkle came close, even if not a whit of heat was felt. There was the sound of whistling from out there, even though she was sure she'd heard no one approach.

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mechaman6:50pm: Clean Sweep (Eorl 2)
A careful examination of the floor revealed no surprises and the window was open. As the light of the moon slipped into the room, it did help show the pedestal was the trap, faint cracks along the base of the unit giving it away. It was set to keep to a measured weight on top, yet carved well to not give it away, normally. Of course, he'd seen the kind before... somewhere or another. Still, overall, a simple removal for that black jade disc....

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jonrober12:53pm: Ain't a chimney sweep (Eorl)
It was not quite Eorl's normal sort of target -- too public, too high -- but the target was much too bright. Besides, one should always reach out to vary himself.

And so the rooftop commander slipped closer to the edge, leaning his head over the brink to look down slowly over that brink. First to listen for sounds of too-awake life, and secondly to see if indeed that oh-so-tempting window had once again been left open to the world.
Current Mood: sleepy

26th October 2002

mechaman8:40pm: Taxes and Death (Catanistan 2)
The guard snorted, his expression tinged with bitter bleakness. "More the tribute is higher than either mortal or Crimson House wish to pay." He shrugged his shoulders as if to try to slip off the heavy weight of his pronouncement, and examined Catanistan with a cursory, yet practiced eye. He turned away, unimpressed.
"If you have your papers, I have orders to escort y' to Mistress Korine." He considered a moment, then spoke in a brusque yet compassionte manner. "Look, she isn't sure if you're coming this caravan or the next, and I'd go on back -- this route stops here now, any one pressing on just faces death."

25th October 2002

frobozz8:28pm: Starting a new job (Catanistan)
    Wisdom teaches that all challenges should be met with open eyes and open mind. Fear should be banished and only calm allowed to blossom in the mind. Cantanistan reflected upon this bromide before approaching the soldier. Clearly, wisdom simply did not get out very much.
    "Greetings," murmured Catanistan, as he moved past the soldier, then paused. He turned to face the man. "I wonder." He frowned, glancing to the south. "Does anything ill come from that way? Fell winds? Taxations without relief?" He smiled, grimly, at the last.

23rd October 2002

mechaman10:08pm: Prelude: Eorl
The silence of the rooftop wrapped the figure much like the silk sheets wrapped the form of his 'client' below. This suited the watcher quite well. Far be it that a 'Lord of Creation' not get his right and proper rest. Granted, as lords went the man was more or less a martinet, but it never paid to underestimate the opposition. Especially since there seemed to be much hidden about the Dragon-Blood's lines of support.

Mnemon Bikine had earned quite a reputation, not to mention more than a moderate bill collecting old relics discovered across the Inland Sea, yet most of those trinkets disappeared after a appropriate time on display. Much gossip was made of the fact, even though the prevalent judgement of the magpies was that he was merely a front for his not so beloved house, purchasing the objects in the guise of collector, so the price of those 'trinkets' of the First Age would miraculously have their price double as visions of jade danced in the hands of the seller.

If that were true, then when the item was gone from display, it might as well be buried in the earth, insofar as the figure was concerned. Oh it could be dug out again, but the effort expended would be terribly inconvienient. Especially since the good man had a penchant for leaving his balcony window open, the display racks brought into his own room. Of course, part of that was utter security in his own inviolate security.

A few little nudges here or there and a little jade passed 'among friends' helped to crack things open slightly. Now, the question was, would that crack be enough.

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22nd October 2002

mechaman7:24pm: Dowh....
Slight screwup in prelude 1, in the vision. It was supposed ot be a ring of gold and a ring of bronze. Fixed in post, but that may help make things more clear (or not, this is interpretation and mild presetting after all).
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