The TORC Conspiracy

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Postby TinuvielUndomiel » Wed Oct 30, 2002 12:03 am

<b>The Eldar's Estate...Still!</b><BR><BR><i>It had been such a short time, or so LH thought, that she had been stuck in TORC, yet her exhaustion melted away by the hour. Was it because she was becoming more elf-like? After all, her character was a full-blooded Noldor from the First Age. She would have no need of rest soon, she thought happily; it certainly beat being exhausted all the time in the real world.<BR><BR>Guru too seemed wide-awake, his light, sharp eyes looking around the room for possible dangers, his weapon of choice ready for action. Tinu could almost imagine him thirsting for blood, as though he were truly the lonely wanderer who knew nothing but unhappiness.<BR><BR>Tinu, however, sat in an overstuffed chair, still alert, yet comforted by the warm scent of the hot chocolate Vana brought to them. This was her comfort drink in the real world and she often fixed a batch just before she would go off to class in order to keep herself calm in the chaos of learning. But this was not her dorm room and tomorrow she would not be waking in her uncomfortable top bunk, complaining about the early hour before the sun's fiery appearance. This was something far more exciting and far more dangerous.<BR><BR>Suddenly, with a jerk, she remembered her boyfriend. What would he think? How long had she been gone anyways? He would begin to suspect something if she were gone for more than a couple of hours, unless he were working, or doing homework. However, with a piercing glance from Guru, thoughts of her boyfriend and the real world began to fade away. Memories, not her own, but those of Tinu, surfaced. Memories of a dance with a handsome, enigmatic stranger named Anorast. Suddenly her heart began racing at the thought of Guru's tightly drawn muscles beneath his elven shirt, imagining what they would feel like beneath her slender fingers. <BR><BR>As she looked over Guru, Tinu listened to Vana's comfort speech. She was not afraid of this place and even less afraid of FrodoTook, a kindly elder, but she knew that the others might have insecurities about the unknown place. True, she'd only been here twice as Tinu, but she was sure that was more than most.<BR><BR>She watched the others as they dropped off into a deep sleep, breathing evenly, until only Tinu, Guru, and Vana were left. Vana was busy cleaning away the used dishes and picking up dropped crumbles. Tinu offered her help and the two cleaned the room silently, their feet nimble and light.<BR><BR>Looking around the small crew as she sat again, Tinu wished that they might never know the true evils that lurked within these guilds. These were excellent creatures who deserved much better than a TORC torturing. Yet, another question nagged at her... Where were Bardy, Elenath, Leoba, and now, Scribbles? What happened to them?</i>
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Postby Lysandros » Sun Nov 03, 2002 12:54 am

<b>In the Guildhouse of the Merry Bowmen of Dale</b><BR><BR><i>BV watched Bardhwyn and Silverscribe head upstairs entirely dissatisfied. Not only had he been interupted from what was turning out to be a very great kiss, but now SilverScribe had returned inexplicably from gathering herbs. It didn't make sense. Why had Bardhwyn left Scribbles to gather herbs by herself and wind up in trouble with the AMMM?<BR><BR>He sat again in his chair, exhausted from this long day of questions, and slowly his thoughts returned to Bardhwyn and what had happened, and what might have happened if Scribbles had not arrived in such a(n) (un)timely fashion. <BR><BR>He supposed it wasn't so bad after all. Lysandros and Bardhwyn were something of an item storywise. And he was only human himself. What was wrong with a little excitement in a dream? Besides, Bardhwyn had indeed suffered a fair amount of torment thanks to stiff-necked Lysandros; getting a kiss from him would likely relieve her of much anxiety. So, in actuality, it was sort of like a public service, what he did. It didn't harm him any, and certainly Bardhwyn would not complain about getting a kiss from such a fine torc catch as mighty Lys. 'Yeah...it's all good,' he thought. 'Action is action.'<BR><BR>With such consolation for his mounting anxiety, BV slowly drifted off to sleep.</i>
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Postby SilverScribe » Sun Nov 03, 2002 11:52 pm

<BR><b> Downstairs/Upstairs in the Guildhouse of the Merry Bowmen of Dale . . . </b><BR><BR><i>’Back from Mirkwood.’? . . . ‘collecting herbs’? . . . ‘You live here’? Scribbles took in each bit of Bardhwyns response carefully, trying desperately to figure out if this was the TORC Archer talking to the TORC Scribbles, or the Real Life HJ talking to what she was figuring was the TORC Scribbles, or maybe it was the Real Life HJ trying to figure out if she was the Real Life RG or the TORC Scribbles, or the possibility existed that this was the TORC Archer after all . . . her head began to swim. She fought the impulse to throw something, anything.<BR><BR>When Bardhwyn held up the flagon and shook her manacles, something nagged at the back of Scribbles’ mind, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. <BR><BR>“Oh, and we leave first thing in the morning. Elenath, Leoba, Dirk, me.. yeah?” <BR><BR>The light went on. This had to be HJ. Elenath was not in the Bowmen RP, neither was Leoba. And they were the two Bardhwyn had gone to the AMMM with earlier, ah yes, the manacles, they must have run into trouble, it was all fitting now, yes, she had picked some door locks in the dungeons, right, HJ/Bardy wanted her to pick the locks on the cuffs . . . yes . . . it followed. But wait . . . had she said . . . no . . . was it? DIRK????<BR><BR>She covered her surprise by doing something totally Scribbles-like, she rambled and mumbled. She patted her pack, shouldered it and headed for the stairs, not looking back to see if the Archer followed. Scribbles would not have bothered.<BR><BR>Once upstairs, she stopped, lost. She had never been in the Bowmen Guild House proper, and she had no idea which room was the Archers, much less hers. Hers? Did she really live here? She scratched her head, trying to remember. As far as she knew, her character was famous, well okay not famous but certainly well known for living absolutely nowhere, except the Lucky Fortune Inn on very rare occasions. Heck, she had not even introduced all the bits and pieces of her characters history yet, one fact being the existence of her hidden ‘sanctuaries’, scattered all over Middle Earth. She sighed. This was beginning to get far too complicated. <BR><BR>She turned to see the Archer hurry up the steps and then go to a doorway and beckon her over. But before Bardhwyn could open the door, Scribbles took the woman by both arms and peered closely at her. It was HJ, the nose stud was clearly visible.</i><BR><BR>“Well thank the stars for small favours, it IS you,” <i> she whispered hoarsely. </i> “What on earth have you guys been doing and where in Hades is everyone else?”<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Lysandros » Fri Nov 08, 2002 12:54 am

<b>In the Guildhouse of the Merry Bowmen of Dale</b><BR><BR><i>Lysandros continued to doze</i><BR><BR>"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."
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Postby EdaintheRanger » Fri Nov 08, 2002 7:41 am

<b>In the Comfy Sleeping quarters also in Guild</b><BR><BR>Edain turns over in his sleep and lets out a soft sigh, these digitised beds seem to be nice and cosy.<BR><BR>The Window swings in the breeze and the cool night air flows into the room, that crisp night smell filling the comatose ranger's nostrils. Park Benches and dreaming spires fill the young man's mind. (Well that is all he will admit to in the morning anyway.)<BR><BR>The ranger stretches and pulls the silk sheets closer.
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Postby Leoba » Fri Nov 08, 2002 10:16 am

<b>In The Merry Bowmen of Dale Guildhouse</b><BR><BR>Leoba wasn’t sleeping, even though her eyes and limbs felt heavy as lead and ready to crash out into the warm embrace of the feather bed that lay awaiting. Idly she twisted a lock of hair about her finger. She still couldn’t get over how long and thick her hair was; if there was one part of this life she could take back with her that would be it and a consequent end to stupid fine hair that never did as it was told. She sat on the edge of the bed, still glowing from her hot bath and clad in a light cambric shift of Bardhwyn’s, loaned to her by HJ.<BR><BR>And there was no more wine left. But drinking alone would be a bad idea anyway. And a hangover in the morning wouldn’t do her any favours. She got up and crossed the room where she rested her elbow on the solid wooden window ledge, which heralded the view out over the grounds, and set her chin in her hand. There, in the soft silvery sheen of the Middle Earth/TORC moonlight lay the archery ground where she’d won that competition what seemed like an age ago, when she was still discovering her feelings for Dirk. <BR><BR>Dammit. Thinking in an alcoholic haze was a fool’s errand and would only lead her deeper within the maze which she’d inadvertently helped to write. <BR><BR>The coward buried inside wanted to run away. Being scared on an emotional level was more unsettling than any cavalcade of Moderators. She doubted her own ability to keep her balance on the tightrope, between the parallel lines of fantasy and reality. Tracing a finger over the windowsill, Leoba sketched wayward patterns in the gathered dust; loops and swirls and lines crossing and converging.<BR><BR>She put her worries down to stress and tiredness. Maybe the path would seem clearer in the morning.<BR>
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Postby Lindonbayne » Tue Nov 19, 2002 2:43 pm

<b>Sorta lost</b><BR><BR><i><BR>Lindonbayne stumbled blindly, the way she thought she had come. As it turned out, she was going in the right general direction, but in fact, she hadn’t taken the same route. As she ran, though she did not know it, a lone assassin watched silently hopping lightly over the rooftops. He set arrow to string, and aimed.<BR>Lindonbayne ran on, oblivious, determined to save her friend, whoever and wherever they were. </i>Get to the Eldars, <i>she thought,</i> someone’ll know what to do, even if I don’t.<BR><i><BR>But she was too late.<BR>The arrow whirled towards her, at lightning speed. Fast, too fast to avoid it, to duck, or run for cover, yet as it approached the young elf maiden, everything around her seemed to slow down. Her movement was almost at a stand still, waiting for the arrow to strike. She had foreseen her own demise, not that of her friends.<BR><BR>She jolted backwards, feeling an overwhelming sense of loss, almost numb. Her gazed turned from the rooftop to her chest where she saw the protruding spike, which pierced her.<BR>She fell heavily to her knees, reaching to her quiver. She found no arrow. Throwing her one dagger into the darkness, she slumped on the cold, damp ground. As she did so, she thought of MR, and how she had never got up the courage to tell him how she felt, and uttered with her last breath:<BR></i><BR>Bloody bundle hell<i><BR>
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Postby wisteria » Wed Nov 20, 2002 7:54 am

<b>At home at her computer . . .</b><BR><BR>"OH no!" <BR><BR> <i> Wiste had been neglecting the boards of late; RL had been extremely busy. She hadn't peeked inside TORC Con for a while since they had all gone to sleep and the thread had been dormant for a while. By now she'd already figured out that TORC time and real time had nothing to do with one another -- these guys might sleep for days. But when she'd noticed that Lindonbayne had posted, she knew she'd best check the thread.</i><BR><BR>"Oh, no!" <i> she cried aloud again. </i> "Not Lindonbayne! She can't be dead! TORC isn't a real place -- people can't really die there. Can they?" <i> She read it again-- where was the arrow that the killer let fly? Not in LB, but yet, she was down.<BR><BR>She opened her email account and furiously began typing:</i><BR><BR>"Jonathan,<BR>I'd darn well better read that Lindonbayne is in the TORC dungeons after that little stunt you pulled. Sending a MOD after her in the guise of an "assasin" was in extremely poor taste. I don't know what is going on but it's time for this foolishness to end. Get those people out of there NOW."<BR><BR><i> She stabbed the 'send' button. In her anger, she never even thought about the fact that she'd just blown her cover and had fallen completely off the edge of the knife.</i><BR><BR>edited for location
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Postby Bardhwyn » Wed Nov 20, 2002 10:04 pm

<b>In Ted’s Office in the Mod Forum</b><BR><BR><i> Ted chuckled quietly as he sat in front of his computer array. It was as impressive a setup as the one they had in the TORC offices, except this array, of course, was virtual and programmed to access directly into the live, real-time systems. He finished arranging the transfer program.</i> <BR><BR>“Ready, TS?” <i> He asked, wearing a big, self satisfied grin. Behind Ted stood the silent Mod, his breath seething. Ted spun about in his office chair, another anachronistic transplant to his Middle Earth offices and with one hand raised, he ordered:</i> “Go get her.”<BR><BR>“Get her. Get Wisteria. Yes…” <i> TS hissed. The Mod took two steps towards a PC (it’s CRT and keyboard looking very out of place sitting upon a rough hewn trestle table) and then melted into the screen.<BR><BR>With a grin and a giggle, Ted returned to his computer, opened up an email program and began to type:<BR><BR>Dear Jon, <BR>I’m sending you a present. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> When you’re done, send her to dungeon level five. I will make sure she doesn’t cause us any more problems.<BR>Ted.</i><BR><BR><b>At Wisteria’s home. . .</b><BR><BR><i> Strains of the Howard Shore soundtrack to The Lord of the Rings sounded loudly up the stairs…<BR><BR>‘…but they were, all of them, deceived. In the dark lands of Mordor…’<BR><BR>The LOTR SE DVD was being played for the umpteenth time but Wisteria was oblivious. So angered was she - and genuinely frightened - by Lindonbayne’s post that she would have missed the Last Alliance marching through her living room.<BR><BR>As the sounds of battle and the clashing of swords tripped up the stairs, Wisteria stabbed the send button on her email program, saw that the message was sent, then closed the window. There, on the remaining browser was the TorcCon thread - she’d left it open for far too long.<BR><BR>She sat mesmerized as the computer screen began to swirl and in the center a black void quickly grew. From the blackness emerged not one gauntleted hand, but two - both moving fast and purposefully. TS had reached her, finally, and grabbed her firmly by the arms…<BR><BR>In Wisteria’s family room the TV screen displayed the downfall of Sauron, yet again, and the TV’s speaker strained with the outrageous volume. A muffled cry was heard and mistaken to be a bit of the soundtrack. Cate Blanchette’s voiced broke in and the odd cry was quickly forgotten.</i> <BR><BR><BR><BR><b>In the Merry Bowmen’s Guild House</b><BR><BR><BR>“Well thank the stars for small favours, it IS you,” <i>Scribbles whispered hoarsely.</i> “What on earth have you guys been doing and where in Hades is everyone else?”<BR><BR>“SHHH! They’re all asleep up here, in these rooms.” <i> Bardy shushed quietly, then motioned the Peredhel into her room, closing the door quietly behind the Half Elf. Pouring herself yet another glass, Bardy set the jug on the dresser.</i><BR><BR>“Small favours…” <i> Bardhwyn mumbled into her goblet before downing the wine.</i> “Just ten minutes more would have been small enough favor for me, Scribbles.. er, RG. Lysandros of Dale was turning out to be quite a good kisser. I guess that one kiss is more than I ever dreamed I would get in this lifetime. I am quite lucky, really.” <i> She added with a smirk while unconsciously pushing one of the manacles up her arm. RG walked over and took up the length of the chain dangling from Bardy’s left manacle. Looking at the knarled metal she let out a whistle. </i><BR> <BR>“There was a lot of force behind what ever did this!” <i> She said.</i> <BR><BR>“I’ll say.” <i> Bardhwyn said with a short laugh.</i> “Can you get these off me? Please, please say you can!” <BR><BR>“No worries.” <i> Scribbles said with a grin.</i> “I will get them off if you tell me how they got on you. And did you say “Dirk” earlier? Do you mean AW has fallen in, too?” <BR><BR><i> Bardhwyn nodded, watching as Scribbles set to work on the right manacle’s lock. </i> <BR><BR>“Except I think he was ‘pulled’ in, RG. Pulled in and strangely ‘half finished’. He’s not going through a process like me or Leoba, which by the way, is hell. He arrived ‘half integrated’. I tell you, RG, there is something serious going on here. That brief time I found myself in the Torc Offices.. I keep going over it in my mind. The Admin, they’re involved, yes, but there’s more to this than meets the eye.”<i> The right manacle sprang open and the cuff fell open on the dresser with a thud.</i> “Thank the Valar!” <i> Bardy exclaimed, presenting her left wrist without hesitation. <BR><BR>Bardy then described in detail how she, Elenath and Leoba gained entrance to the AMMM Dark Tower and how §ol became aware of her presence. How she fled and was caught, acting as a diversion and thus allowing Elenath and Leoba to find what weaponry there was. <BR><BR>Bardy fell quiet for a moment or two and Scribbles didn’t push her, sensing the memories were too dark. Bardhwyn’s rescue by Barad-Dur was so surprising, though, that Scribbles actually stopped working on the lock and stared for a moment in disbelief. Bardhwyn then related how she met up with Elenath and Leoba and how they all escaped, only to be met by Lysandros on the road and escorted back to the Guildhouse. The left manacle’s lock released at that point and Bardhwyn was finally free.</i> <BR><BR>“Thank you, RG… oh, bliss!” <i> Bardhwyn said with a sigh of relief, rubbing her wrists and seating herself on the edge of the bed. </i> “So here we are, exhausted but alive. I gave up all hope at one point - it was close for me. We're safe for the moment and we’ve eaten and we’ve hooked up with AW. Lysandros is threatening to come along and he must be deterred at all costs come the morning. He mustn’t follow us - he just can't. I take it we’re to meet with the others at the Eldar estate? They’re waiting? ”<i>Bardhwyn looked up at Scribbles who had poured herself some wine and was drinking it with appreciation while also nodding yes to HJ’s questions.</i><BR> <BR>“Scribbles, I am so sorry.” <i> HJ said, her voice filled with concern.</i> “You came looking for us. Thank you. We must have everyone worried sick. Damn foolish idea that was..” <i> Bardy eyed her bed…</i> “Do you mind if I just lie down for a moment, I am so tired. Please, though, tell me … how are the others?” *YAWN*
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Postby SilverScribe » Fri Nov 22, 2002 9:37 pm

<BR><i> Scribbles allowed herself to be pulled into the room, and looked around with undisguised curiosity. She hid a smile while Bardy regaled her with the obvious merits of the Master Archer’s kissing techniques. <BR><BR>She set to work on picking the locks as Bardy/HJ explained what she knew about Dirk/AW, her suspicions regarding the Admin and her adventures in the AMMM Dark Tower with Leoba and Elenath. She suppressed an involuntary shudder at the description of Barad-dur, and his strange intervention. So she *had* seen him stalking across one of the open streets in the Alliances and Guilds forum! Well, it explained the badly wrecked chain, anyway. Still, the very thought of him made her blood run cold.<BR><BR>When the last manacle popped open, Bardy rubbed her wrists and dropped onto the edge of the bed. While Bardy/HJ finished the last of her narrative, Scribbles went to the dresser and poured herself a goblet of wine. She swirled the liquid around then stuck her nose in the goblet, breathing in the heady scents. The first taste confirmed what her nose had suspected, the wine was delicious, full bodied without being harsh, and with a soft, lingering finish. When the Archer finally ran down, Scribbles looked up into Bardy’s tired face.</i><BR><BR>“Don’t worry about it, but yes, everyone got real worried when you three didn’t come back. But most of them have had their own adventures finding weapons and such, and one woman dropped in with her six year old daughter for heavens sake. Good thing we can pass her off for a hobbit. And for some reason, Running Deer has lost it, I mean really <b> lost </b> it. She actually caught up with us at the Eldars, but seems terribly confused. It’s very odd, but you’ll have to see for yourself.”<BR><BR><i> Bardy/HJ eyed Scribbles critically, nodding at the big broadsword that hung at her hip.</i> “Well, it looks like your own search for your weapons was successful. Where did you find them? And did you find your pack as well?”<BR><BR><i> Scribbles laughed.</i> “I found them right where we figured they would be hidden. In the cellars of the Chocoholics Guild, and yes, the pack was hidden separately, but still in the cellars.”<BR><BR><i> She took another long pull at the wine. </i> “Now, I agree about Lysandros, we absolutely cannot have any of the cyber TORCers involved in this. We would have to be too careful, not to make references to the “real world”, as it were. Although . . .” <i> she trailed off, trying to remember something of the very real world she mentioned. But it was vague, and growing ever vaguer. Only the actual mention of something would tweak her memory now, but the images would fade quickly. Most of what she thought of was in the terms of the character she was now replacing. When Bardy/HJ cleared her throat softly, then yawned, Scribbles forced herself back to the present.<BR><BR>When Bardy asked about lying down, Scribbles was struck yet again by the strange way she was more and more like her character, for she was not tired, nor sleepy. But Bardy was obviously exhausted and if the “others” were sleeping, they couldn’t leave right away anyway.</i><BR><BR>“Most everyone back at the Eldars is sacking out for a few hours rest as well. And, without a few hours of sleep yourself, you probably won’t make it a dozen steps out the Guildhouse door anyway. Tell you what, lie down and get a few hours of sleep. About an hour and a half before dawn, I’ll rouse you and we will get the others up and slink out of here before sun-up. With any luck, Big, Blonde and Gigantic will still be sawing Big and Gigantic logs, so we don’t have to worry about him coming along. We can probably make it back to the Eldars just as everyone else is getting up and about. How does that sound?”<BR><BR>“Fine, fine . . .” <i> Bardy mumbled as she stretched out. </i> “Just a couple of hours, s’all I need, ummm, then I’ll be jessss. . .”<BR><BR><i> Scribbles smiled as Bardy’s mumbling dissolved into the deep, even breathing of someone very fast asleep. Walking over to the bed, she took the blanket neatly folded at the end and spread it over the sleeping figure. She went to a chair by the window, and carefully pulling her sword forward, settled down with a fresh goblet of wine.</i><BR><BR>“I could get used to this never needing sleep thing,” <i> she grinned to herself. </i><BR><BR>
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Postby PrincessMelika » Sun Nov 24, 2002 1:10 am

<b>In the Lorien Alliance thread...</b><BR><BR>Biting her lower lip, MM considered her options. With no weapons on her person, attack was not a plausible option. She would be dead before she advanced one stride. Hearing a light swishing noise, MM craned her neck to try to pick up the faint sounds. The lone guard, in response, pulled a blue-fletched arrow against a taut string, muscles somewhat tense. MM made no move closer to the elven lady, but studied her antagonist. Long, black hair plaited into a single utilitarian braid, cobalt blue eyes, the description seemed so familiar somehow; yet the identity of her opponent refused to come to her. <BR><BR>PM would never have gotten into a predicament like this; she would have been prepared for the arrow. She certainly would have never gone anywhere unarmed! Oyarsa would make sure that she was received by the Lorien elves safely. An idea struck MM. If she were to pretend to be “PM”, and ask this elf to summon Oyarsa, she would be able to get clearance.<BR><BR>“Oyarsa should be able to recognize me; PM’s description is similar to my own.” MM thought to herself, and yet she painfully realized that her clothes were certainly not clothes that PM would wear, and wondered how she could explain away her attire. Yet, she felt a need to answer the elf in a timely fashion, replying with as courteous a language as she could call to her flustered state of mind.<BR><BR>“I am a Friend of Lorien. As to proof of my identity, I ask you to summon the Lady Oyarsa, weapons master of Lorien. She can vouch for my loyalty to Lorien, and my trustworthiness.” MM stopped and thought. If she recalled rightly, there were three elves who regularly patrolled the borders of this thread. She too, patrols the borders of the Golden Wood.<BR><BR>The elf smirked; a low chuckle sounded deep in her throat, but she did not move from her post, nor did she relax. “Your garments are strange for one who claims to be an ally. If you were truly a friend of Lorien and one who has enjoyed the hospitality of Elves, you would not wear such strange raiment. From what land do you hail, stranger? I have never set mine eyes upon the like of your attire. <BR><BR>MM wavered between telling the truth then or lying to the elf. After a few moments thought, she couldn’t bring herself to lie to the elf, and instead dodged the question with an elusive answer: “Strange as my clothes may seem to you, I assure you that I know this Lady Oyarsa, and she knows me as well. She will recognize me, no matter what I wear.”<BR><BR>“Indeed?” The same peculiar smirk crossed the elf’s face; along with a confused furrow of her brows, though the furrowing lasted but a moment. As MM studied the elven lady’s visage, recognition slowly began to develop: the long black hair, the cobalt blue eyes that analyzed you coolly, save when a glimmer of amusement came to them. It made perfect sense, now. <BR><BR>“What a fool I’ve been, Oyarsa’s been addressing me all this time and I didn’t notice.” MM cursed herself for her lack of observation. “Tell me, Friend,” MM called out to the elf. “If I were to identify you by your full name, would you take me to where the Lady Oyarsa resides?” The elf maiden chuckled, in apparent disbelief that MM could accomplish the task; and yet, MM wondered if the elf wasn’t impressed, in some small way by her boast. <BR><BR>“You are Oyarsa Elentari, pupil to Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien…”
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Postby Nessamelda » Mon Nov 25, 2002 11:22 pm

<b>In a luxurious bed room upstairs in the Eldar Estate</b><BR><BR>Susan had taken advantage of Vana's offer of a room. and she had slept, although at first she had thought that the day's events would not let her sleep. Now she was deep in a dream. She tossed and turned and then abruptly sat upright. Surely she could hear one of the children calling out to her. Was it Ellen or Katie? She could not tell, the voice was so distant and far away, and the harder she tried to place it the more distant it became. <BR><BR>She shook herself, trying to remember where she was, and then it all came back, in a rush, overwhelming her half awake brain. <BR><BR>What time was it? She stood, dressed only in the shirt that she had borrowed, now sadly rumpled, and stepped to the half-open window. It seemed to be early. There was no sign of light, yet the birds were starting to twitter on the roof above, announcing that the dawn's light would soon appear. A song thrush began to sing, reminding her of childhood mornings in England in another life. She knew that she would not sleep again, now that the edge was taken off her tiredness. Best to get dressed and prepare for what the day would bring. And pray that it would bring Katie. And home. <BR><BR>She pulled on her suede pants, laced up her boots and straightened the linen shirt as best she could. In Alfirin's pouch she found a flint and she used it to light the lamp in the room. Idly she flicked through Alfirin's book, admiring the skill of the strangely stylised drawings that told so much about their subjects. At least rest and sleep had left her free of Alfrin's thoughts and promptings, for now anyway. <BR><BR>Susan wished she had some of Alfirin's skill with the pen. While she could write a fair hand with calligraphy pens and drew flowers and such well enough, she had no skill with faces and figures. Not now after years of leaving her drawing skills untapped. If she ever got out of this mess, she swore she would make sure that she would make the most of her talents and opportunities; concentrate on things that were worthwhile; her children and family, her skills; and Torc would <i>definitely</i> be crossed off the list of things to occupy her time with.<BR><BR>At last she repacked Alfirin's small shoulder bag, and carefully went down the stairs in the gloom. She was hungry and hoped that she could find the kitchens. Perhaps some of the others would be awake. And indeed the elven members of the party seemed to still be in the kitchen. Guru, Tinu and Vana were awake. Susan greeted them softly, so as not to wake any sleepers.<BR><BR>"Good morning - well I think it is nearly morning. Has anyone heard from Scribbles yet?"<BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Lysandros » Wed Nov 27, 2002 10:20 am

<b>In the Guildhouse of the Merry Bowmen of Dale</b><BR><BR><i>Lysandros continued to sleep within the warm confines of the Guildhouse. And though he countenance appeared peaceful, within his mind thoughts buzzed with visions unbidden by himself. But rather the programing of Jon and Ted instilled instincts in him to guide his actions for the coming day.<BR><BR>Already some had made themselves apparent. Suspicion and a keen awareness of strange, un-Torcian, behaviour. Events and encounters that did not add up were perceived and stored. These things were amplifications of his natural tendencies, or rather, shall we say, his personality. That was why he was chosen. His stubborn vision of what was proper conduct on TORC, that sense which fueled him with tremendous annoyance every day as he read the ridiculous pap flooding the board, made him perfect for this job. With just a little bit of digital niggling to correct his profound laziness he could be made into a relentless patroller of the boards.<BR><BR>And right now, as the search intensified for the miscreant droppers. Perhaps even more than a moderator, he would be able to recognize people that weren't "right". Already the seeds of suspicion were sown into his mind. His digital instinct now was to chase. Again and again the program looped in his dozing mind. </i><BR> <BR>Unnusual, pursue....<BR><BR>Unnusual, pursue.....<BR><BR>Unnusual, pursue....
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Postby ~MaGiCaL~mAgPiE~ » Mon Dec 02, 2002 5:05 pm

<i>Sara sits down at her desk and opens internet explorer right to her home site TORC and starts looking over her favorite threads...</i><BR><BR>Darn! <i>she exlaimed</i> no one has posted!<BR><BR><i>Sara sighs, extremely disappointed as she looks at the other threads that are around...looking at thread after thread...then she stops at one called <b>The TORC Conspiracy- (Aside thread in THe Green Dragon Inn)</b> which looked as though there was an indepth RP going on...</i><BR><BR>How interesting! <i>she thought </i>that looks like so much fun!<BR><BR><i>All of a sudden Sara's hands start sweating...she starts shaking...<BR><BR>Sara quickly minimizes the web browser...breathing heavily...</i><BR><BR>I can't RP in there! they are so good at it! what if a mod sees me and takes me to the TORC Prison??? what if they come to my house and take me away from my family??????<BR><BR><i>Sara opens the browser back up again and goes to the conspiracy thread in <b>The Green Dragon Inn</b> and looks worriedly around at all of the RP experts and posts to the best of her ability...<BR><BR>Sara then wipes her forehead and clicks DONE! and waits for the Mod Police to knock on her door...</i>
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Postby Bardhwyn » Mon Dec 02, 2002 9:33 pm

(OOC: Magical Magpie - please read our OOC thread in The Green Dragon Inn Forum. Thanks! ~ B)
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Postby Bardhwyn » Tue Dec 03, 2002 10:05 pm

(OOC - Whopping Great Big Post Comin' At Ya! )<BR><BR><b>In the Admin Offices </b><BR><BR>If you recall....<BR><BR>“Jonathan Watson?” <i>The man asked with a friendly smile.</i> <BR><BR>“Yes. Can I help you?” <i>Jon asked from his seat, completely unaccustomed to having people walking into the Torc offices.</i> <BR><BR>“FBI.” <i>The man flashed an id card.</i> “I’m Agent Mulder, this is Agent Scully.” <i>Agent Mulder motioned to his partner. The woman said nothing, raising only an eyebrow. </i><BR><BR>“We just want to ask you a few questions.” <i>Mulder continued, glancing at the many PC’s. </i> “Seems there are quite a few people missing from around the country and around the world for that matter. Seems they all had one thing in common. They all wrote role play stories to the website you own. ‘Posts’ I think you call them?” <i>Agent Mulder looked over at the coffee pot.</i> “Hey, mind if I help myself to a cup.”<BR><BR><i>Jon pushed himself through the shock of hearing ‘FBI’.</i> “Yeah, sure.. take one of the mugs hanging up on the wall… just make sure there isn’t a bar of soap at the bottom, though.” <BR><BR><i>Out of the corner of his eye Jon saw the RP Virtual Interface Streamer boot up remotely. With a casual move, he minimized that window as well.<BR></i><BR><BR><BR><BR><b> In a secret location and in an undisclosed cell…</b><BR><BR><BR><i> In the confines of his cell, once again with Led Zeppelin blaring, DavidM typed like a fiend, trying desperately not to let the small girl wrapped around his leg distract him - crying though she was. He needed all his concentration - every bit - for one miscalculation could mean death for them both.<BR><BR>Baby, Baby, Baby Do You Like It…. Baby, Baby, Baby Do You Like It…. Baby, Baby, Baby Do You Like It<BR><BR>The shrill cry of Robert Plante repeated itself, effectively blocking his captor's sensors, as DavidM put the final strings of code into the RP Virtual Interface Streamer. The connection with Katies’ family’s MacIntosh had been established, the correct interface platform having been hastily constructed and the Virtual Bridge was ready.</i> <BR><BR>“OK, Katie, it is time to go. I am going to take you home.” <i> DavidM whispered hoarsely, picking up the six-year old girl into her arms.</i> <BR><BR>“Are you taking me to Mommy, David?”<BR><BR>“No Katie, home. Home to Australia.”<BR><BR>“NO, NO, NO, NO! I want my MOMMY!”, <i> She protested, her legs and arms flailing.<BR><BR>Katie’s piercing screams rivaled with Robert Plante’s but gratefully didn’t match the 60's rocker’s and while firmly holding the rebelling girl, DavidM reached over and clicked on the very large yellow screen button labled: “Begin”.<BR><BR>Together the two forms dissolved into space.</i> <BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><b> In the Admin Offices….</b><BR><BR><BR>“Mr. Watson”, <i> Agent Scully said in an officious tone…</i> <BR><BR>“Please call me Jon,” <i> Jon interrupted. ‘…the dame’s got great legs…’ he found himself thinking - before he remembered he was engaged to be married.</i> <BR><BR>“Jon”. <i> Agent Scully repeated.</i> “We have received reports from State Police Departments in six different states and have been notified by bureaus of investigation from at least four different countries: The Royal Mounted Police, Scotland Yard, Interpol, even Australia. All have reported the mysterious disappearance of people with no verifiable reason why. One minute they were there, the next they were gone. According to our reports there were no indications of them being abducted, no struggle was apparent. No ransom notes. Nothing. One woman in New Hampshire managed to disappear from a locked office. She went in, she never came out. Of course, reason dictates the fact that people just don’t disappear into thin air…”<BR><BR><i> Agent Mulder gave a quiet **snort** as he turned with his filled coffee cup, tossing a miniature bar of soap in his free hand. Scully guarded her features, resisting the urge to roll her eyes, and continued.</i> <BR><BR>“So, of course someone must be behind these disappearances.” <i> The female Agent continued.</i> <BR><BR>“Someone or something.” <i> Mulder chipped in, speaking into his coffee cup before taking another swig. The swallow was quick.</i> “Good coffee.” <i> He said with a disarming smile.</i> <BR><BR>“Thanks.” <i> Jon said with a look in his eyes that read ‘is this chick for real?’ Mulder just kept smiling and tossing the miniature bar of soap.</i> <BR><BR>“Mr. Watson!” <i> Scully repeated, this time with a commanding undertone that demanded her interrogation subject’s attention. Jon turned, presenting the woman with an equally disarming smile..</i> <BR><BR>“Please, Agent Scully, call me Jon.”<i>, He said. Agent Scully blinked once or twice, frustrated with herself that she’d momentarily allowed that charming smile to work on her. Clearing her throat, she threw open the cover to the black notebook she was carrying. Jon, meanwhile, was very aware that Agent Mulder was perusing the various pieces of equipment in the room, slurping his coffee and being very quiet.</i> <BR><BR>“Jon,” <i> Scully said with a polite nod.</i> “We’ve been brought into investigate these disappearances at the request of these law enforcement agencies and as Agent Mulder has mentioned, all these missing persons had one thing in common: They all were ‘posters’ to the message board on your website.”<BR><BR>“Freaky, isn’t it?”<i> Mulder chipped in, speaking over Jon’s shoulder. Jon slowly turned in his chair to face the FBI agent, and with a short laugh he nonchalantly took his mouse and with a few clicks pulled up his Orc screensaver, masking the various programs visible.</i> <BR><BR>“I’ll say it’s freaky.” <i> Jon said, relaxing back into his seat.</i> <BR><BR>“Mind if I have some more?” <i> Agent Mulder asked, holding out his empty cup. Jon nodded and motioned to the coffee machine. Scully couldn’t mask her sigh of frustration at being continually interrupted.</i> <BR><BR>“So, if you don’t mind, Mr. Watson, uh.. Jon, I have a list of names here and their Tolkienonline alias…”<BR><BR><i> Scully began reading from her notebook. The list was extensive and with each name, Jon made sure to nod thoughtfully, grunting a few comments here and there… to SilverScribe he smiled and said … ‘Oh yes, she’s outspoken.’, to Valaladiel he smiled again and said. ‘Pity she didn’t win the Mother Theresa award.’ (A comment that elicited a strange look from Agent Scully, though she chose not to pursue it.). However, at the name of ‘Lysandros’ Jon just shook his head and said ‘Never heard of him.’ <BR><BR>After she’d read through all the names of the people reported missing, Scully looked up and into Jonathan’s face. </i> <BR><BR>“So, is there any connection between these individuals in any way that you know of?” <i> The woman asked, flipping the cover of the notebook shut.</i> <BR><BR>“Well, Agent Mulder.”…<BR><BR>“I am Scully.” <i> She quickly interrupted,</i> “He’s Mulder.” <i> She added, pointing to Fox who was wandering around at the end of the room. </i> <BR><BR>“Ah, sorry, Agent Scully.” <i> Jon said with a bashful smile.</i> “I don’t know what to tell you. All we do here is make sure the site stays up. Yeah, we moderate a little - we have volunteers from across the planet doing most of the dirty work for us.” <i> He said with an evil little grin.</i> “So, really I can’t help you. Some of these people’s names I have come across. None of them are troublemakers and some are excellent writers, but as for 'connections'?" <i>Jon shrugged his shoulders.</i> "I am sorry to hear they’ve disappeared, I am sure their families must be worried sick.”<BR><BR>“They are, Mr. Watson.” <i> Mulder said, very matter-of-factly from across the room. </i> “And they want them home.”<BR><BR><i> There was a tense, silent moment or two that followed this pronouncement and Jon sat quietly, fully expecting there to be an up swelling of electronic music, a close up of him looking pensive, followed then by a cut to a commercial break.<BR><BR>It didn’t happen.<BR><BR>He shook off this strange, little daydream and answered Agent Mulder.</i> <BR><BR>“Yes, Agent Mulder, I am sure they do.”<BR><BR><i> Mulder looked over at the tall, blonde guy sitting in his ergonomic chair and wondered how he did it. Or, how they did. How did they manage to abduct at least 16 different people from around the world.. and why? The word ‘they’ rang in his head.<BR>They. Where were ‘they’?</i> <BR><BR>“Tell me, Jon. You’re here all alone. Where are your partners, Ted and David?”<BR><BR><i> Jon gave the rumpled but obviously astute Agent a quick smile. </i> <BR><BR>“Ted is home and DavidM is on vacation in Belize.” <i> He said simply.</i> <BR><BR>“Belize!”<i> Mulder snorted.</i> “What’s in Belize?”<BR><BR>“Lots of jungle and very few computers.”, <i> Jon answered with a smile.</i> <BR><BR><BR><b> In Australia….</b><BR><BR><i> Katie’s Grandmother reached for another tissue from the big box sitting next to the couch and wiped what she hoped would be the last of her tears for while. The PC’s were kind, considerate and had asked her so many questions. Then the men in blue suits came, asking the same questions. She’d finally been left alone. The authorities had no clue, as to why her daughter and granddaughter had just simply disappeared from the house, leaving an toddler upstairs - unharmed and sleeping peacefully. They could offer her no explanation, whatsoever, except to say the United States Government was investigating the matter. </i> <BR><BR>“Oh, I need a cuppa!” <i> The woman blurted out. She stood up, only to hear the baby begin making a fuss on the second floor. The toddler began to howl, for it sorely missed it’s Mummy.</i> <BR><BR>“Alright Dear, I am coming. Grammy is coming.”<BR><BR><i> As she ascended the top landing and stopped, distracted by a low level humming sound. In the room immediately to her right sat a computer-thingy on a desk. </i> <BR><BR>“Dratted new fangled things!” <i> She exclaimed and in her shock and her trauma, Grammy pulled the electric plug out of the wall.</i> <BR><BR><b> In CyberTransit…</b><BR><BR><i> While is transit, to DavidM’s absolute horror, he saw the CyberBridge begin to disintegrate in front of him. The sight was frightening, as if someone had taken the threads of Reality and began to pull them out of the fabric we call ‘Life’ - the result being an unraveling that, if caught up in, one could never escape from.<BR><BR>Pressing Katie’s head firmly into his shoulder to sheild her from the horror, DavidM turned and began to run for both of their lives….</i>
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Postby SilverScribe » Wed Dec 04, 2002 1:49 pm

<BR><b> . . . upstairs in the Merry Bowmen of Dale Guildhouse . . . </b><BR><BR><BR><i> The candle guttered in its holder and Scribbles contemplated the events of the past few days. For the first time she forced her brain to access those paths and memories that dealt with the “real world”. What was happening? Had her employer noticed that she was not the first one in the office, in fact, that she had not been in the office for a couple of days? Had they assumed she had abandoned her position? Had they notified her family? And if so, what was going through their minds? She shifted restlessly in the chair, none of the possible scenarios were comfortable or pleasant to contemplate. And the accompanying feeling of utter helplessness to do anything about the real world situation rankled her even worse. She sighed, perhaps it would be more useful to concentrate on getting moving, rising through the forums of TORC and see if they could find the Administration and beg their help.<BR><BR>Finally, in the dark well before dawn, Scribbles rose from the chair and went over to where Bardhwyn slept. She leaned over and quietly shook the other woman awake. </i><BR><BR>“Come on Archer, time to rise and shine,” <i> she said softly, unconsciously dropping back into her characters speech patterns and habits. Bardhwyn rolled over and rubbed her eyes, then covered an immense yawn with the back of one hand.</i><BR><BR>“It’s still dark.” <i> the Archer said, glancing wearily at the half shuttered window.</i><BR><BR>“Aye, that is the plan, is it not? To rouse the others and leave before the ‘ TORC’ inhabitants are astir?”<BR><BR><i> Bardhwyn pushed the blanket aside, then swung her legs over the edge of the bed. </i><BR><BR>“Oh, uh, yeah, right. Sorry, uh, Scr . . uh, I’m just a little disoriented is all.”<BR><BR><i> Scribbles smiled. </i> “I understand. Look to save confusion, just call me Scribbles and be done with it. I’m more used to that name than you could possibly imagine.”<BR><BR><i> Bardhwyn smiled in return, then laughed softly.</i> “This is getting more unbelieveable by the minute. Okay, okay,” <i> she held up her hands in mock surrender, then rose and went to the washstand to pour water into the basin.</i> “Brrrr, gee, no one ever mentions how wretched cold water like this feels when they write. Crimeny!”<BR><BR><i> Gritting her teeth, Bardhwyn bravely washed her face, neck and hands, then towelled off, shivering. Scribbles walked over and dumping the used water in the basin into the bucket on the floor next to the washstand, poured out some fresh water and followed suit.</i><BR><BR>“Gaaaah, you’re not kidding! I guess this means no hot showers either,” <i> she grumbled as she too, dried her face quickly. She tossed the towel over the back of a chair and turned to Bardhwyn.</i><BR><BR>“Okay, show me which rooms and let’s get the others up. You take half and I’ll take half.”<BR><BR><i> Bardhwyn nodded as she opened the door to the hall carefully. Scribbles watched closely as the Archer pointed to the doors, whispering names quietly as she did so. </i><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Bardhwyn » Thu Dec 05, 2002 8:11 pm

<b>...on the second floor of the Bowmen's Guild House...</b><BR><BR>“Okay, show me which rooms and let’s get the others up. You take half and I’ll take half.” <i> Scribbles said, looking furtively around the upper hallway.</i> <BR><BR>“Half?” <i> Bardhwyn asked with a grin.</i> “There is only three. SB is back here,<i> she said pointing to her left,</i> “and Elenath and Leoba are in that room over there.”<i> She added, pointing over to the left. The Guildhouse was square in shape and the stair descended down in the middle of the structure, so that the second floor bedrooms surrounded the wide stair well, which was cordoned off by a tall and highly polished banister. <BR><BR>From underneath Elenath’s and Leoba’s door, a faint flicker of candlelight could be seen. <BR><BR>Scribbles went off towards Leoba and Elenath’s door and Bardhwyn went to wake SB. Or Dirk. Or AW. <BR><BR>As she quietly walked toward’s SB’s corner bedroom she was acutely aware of the strange disparity in her experience. Bardy knew SB very well and loved him like a brother. Yet, HJ hardly knew AW at all! It was a very peculiar experience. She decided to settle into Bardhwyn. In fact she decided, like Scribbles, to ask everyone to call her that. It seemed for the best and increasingly HJ was becoming more comfortable with her new ‘life’. Too comfortable. And somewhere, in the dark background of her mind she wondered if she would die in this new life.<BR><BR>Bardhwyn approached SB’s door and knocked quietly. No answer. She tried the door handle and the latch lifted smoothly. Stepping lightly on the bare floorboards, Bardhwyn quickly covered the distance between the door and her ‘brother-in-arm’s’ bed. SB’s breathing was light and regular and he slept face down! Her first thought was to berate him, leaving himself so vulnerable like that! She then laughed quietly to herself.<BR><BR>‘Well, I’m glad someone slept well around here!’ Bardy thought to herself, feeling a bit envious. She lifted a foot and with a firmly placed boot in SB’s side she rocked the sleeping Nùmenorean a few times.</i> <BR><BR>“Wake up, SB. Time to hit the road. And lucky for you I’m a friend, not an enemy, or else I could have quickly dispatched you.”<i>Bardhwyn added with a chiding grin.</i>"Sleeping on your stomach! Really!"
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Postby Bardhwyn » Thu Dec 05, 2002 9:06 pm

(OOC: Guess. )
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Postby Bardhwyn » Thu Dec 05, 2002 9:08 pm

<b>In a secret location and in an undisclosed cell..</b><BR><BR><i> DavidM., still clutching Katie close, materialized in his cell running in full stride. Failing to break his speed and seeing the confines of his cell appear around him, he quickly managed to pivot to one side before crashing, full speed, into the cell’s wall.<BR><BR>In his arms Katie sobbed. Despite his best efforts she saw fully the stange and disconcerting phenomena occurring around her, and though the physics were beyond her, her 6 year old instinct to survive knew full well that they were in danger.</i> <BR><BR>“It’s all right, Katie, we made it…”<i> DavidM whispered, his chest heaving. The voice of Robert Plante soon filled his awareness, the cycling sound byte still filling the room, blocking the sensors.</i> <BR><BR>“Thank God for Led Zeppelin.” <i> DavidM muttered as he took a few moments to catch his breath and think. ‘What do I do?’ he battled with himself. ‘She can’t stay here and I can’t get her home!’ As this thoughts rolled through his mind, a small, wet face looked up to him and whimpered.</i><BR><BR>“I want my Mommy.”<BR><BR>“Ok, Katie, ok… I was wrong to think you’d be safer somewhere else. Yes, I will get you to your Mom. I’m sorry.”<BR><BR><i> Sitting himself back at his computer and with Katie perched on his lap, DavidM set about retracing the path back to Katie’s ‘source coding’ - the place where he’d picked up her signal in Torc. He isolated the location and then set about searching for the source coding he felt sure was ‘Mommy’. In moments, he isolated that and built up the locale: The kitchens of the Eldar Estate, the Eldar Thread, Alliances & Guilds Forum.</i> <BR><BR>“Bingo! I found her! <i> He exclaimed!</i> "At least, I think it’s her!”, <i>he added, checking over the calculations in his mind. With a quick nod to reassure himself, David then executed a series of rapid mouse clicks and depressed the ‘begin’ button once more. He snatched up Katie, assuring her that where they’re going, they never turn the computers off, and together they disintegrated.</i> <BR><BR><b>… in the Kitchens of the Eldar Estate…</b><BR><BR><i>Appearing in his Virtual Manifestation, DavidM soon experienced himself as wearing a long black robe, his face partially obscured by a large hood and in his arms clung Katie, her eyes wide and whimpering something about Pink Bear. At least she was no longer crying. <BR><BR>Before him three people came into view, two elves and a mortal. They were all female.<BR><BR>‘One of these must be Mom.’, He thought to himself, aware that to them he would appear ephemeral, almost wraithlike and his voice would sound distorted. </i><BR><BR>“MOMMY!” <i> Katie cried out with glee, pushing herself out of David’s arms. He quickly dropped the young girl and began to stammer out an apology.</i> <BR><BR>“I am sorry, I tried to get her home… to Australia. Something went wrong. I can’t stay - they can’t find me missing. I really tried….”<BR><BR><i> DavidM then disappeared.</i>
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Postby Lysandros » Thu Dec 05, 2002 11:43 pm

<b>In the Guildhouse of the Merry Bowmen of Dale</b><BR><BR><i>The eyes of BV cracked open sharply. It was dark and all he could see for a moment were embers on a hearth. Slowly his mind remembered his predicament. It was early morning but the windows were still pitch black.<BR><BR>'Why the hell am I awake?' BV was anything but a light sleeper and did not normally awaken till well after 10AM if he could help it. But something had stirred him. What was it? The house was dead quiet. He listened for what seemed an eternity before he could be sure; someone or something was up and about upstairs. The noise was faint, too faint to wake him up, he could swear. 'But maybe enough to wake up Lys..." he surmised.<BR><BR>Then it occured to him. 'People upstairs...ahhh. So, they think to make an early start and elude me. Looking for herbs indeed! Well, we will see what they are about today.'<BR><BR>His insides flickered gleefully at his own cleverness as he removed his footwear and silently walked over to the cellar door. 'No good trying the front door, they'll hear it creak. But I reckon even Bardhwyn has forgotten about this old trick.' Reaching into the pouch that fastened to his belt he withdrew a golden key decorated with grapes. It fit neatly into the lock and with a silent turn the door gave inward. <BR><BR>'Get a candle stupid.' Shaking his head he took a wax candle from a table and kindled the wick on the embers before plunging into the deep darkness of the cellar. He tread the ground between dusty bottles and neatly stacked kegs before he came to the one he wanted. Slipping in behind a large keg of old amber ale he pushed a palette out of the way, revealing a dark passage way. The roof was low, but there was room for two abreast.<BR><BR>In he went. The way was straight and after about a hundred yards he was spat out behind a thick bush. Slipping through it with some dificult he peered out. He could see the gate of the Guildhouse, and though the berm of the earth obstructed his view, he knew the guildhouse loomed behind him. All he had to do was watch and wait.<BR><BR>'Genius!'
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Postby EdaintheRanger » Fri Dec 06, 2002 8:10 am

<b>Somewhere in sleepy land.... Garn it's too early in the morn to ask them sorta questions!</b><BR><BR>The dark night sky gleamed with that nightly glow that afforded little light through the open window in Edain's room, the young man however slumbered peacefully. The cool night breeze, drifting through the window, carried the fresh dew scents and the birdsong of the nightingale. With his bedroom door being open, the subtle movements of the other occupants subliminally activated Edain's waking process, a waking process that was urgently speeded, by the fact that the breeze was freezing his arse.<BR><BR>He woke up with a jolt and noiselessly slipped into a spare linen shirt, "where was the place of easement in this place." He thought, then remembering that as this guild had been designed by a woman, that it must be well furnished in that department. Edain gratefully nipped out. He was still more that half asleep, and only very vaguely aware of this all. Edain crept out into the corridor and instinctively found the bathing room. (He'd not noticed the washbasins and buckets in the room.) After a quick splash of cold water he was, approaching conciousness. Edain wondered into the corridor again and saw that several of the bedroom doors were open, he ran his hands through his bedraggled long red hair, and attempted to think.<BR><BR>"Err" was all he could manage, the fact that this wasn't RL was confusing him majorly. The events of the last day and the fact that RL people and RP people were blurred in his mind, he didn't really know who he was. He really needed his cornflakes or something. So hoping for the best he headed for the first door he saw. With little or no conscious effort going into his RP personality Edain the Ranger, he was looking rather more like EM in a linen shirt (that was calf-length, thankfully) than anything else.<BR><BR>He could see through the open door, some woman kicking some guy awake, and wided eyed uttered before he could stop himself, <i>"Oops! Sorry am I disturbing you?"</i> then to move away, in search of his room and gear.
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Postby SilverScribe » Fri Dec 06, 2002 9:57 am

<BR><b> . . . upstairs in the Merry Bowmen of Dale Guildhouse . . . </b><BR><BR><BR><i> “…and Elenath and Leoba are in that room over there.” <BR><BR>Scribbles nodded silently and moved towards the door indicated, while Bardhwyn headed for the room she had said was SB’s. Or SB’s writer. Scribbles grinned, so she was going to actually meet the famous dark-haired Numenorean that had so besotted the Lady Leoba . . .<BR><BR>She listened for a few seconds at the door, her keen half-elven hearing picking up nothing but the sounds of deep, undisturbed sleep. She cracked the door carefully, then silently slipped in, closing the door behind her.<BR><BR>A small, fat candle flickered on a low dresser in a room that was a bit more spacious than the one Bardhwyn occupied. A deep feather-mattrassed bed stood on either side of the room and Scribbles tip toed softly to the one closest, on her right. She found Leoba curled on her side, sleeping quietly.<BR><BR>Scribbles reached over and put her hand gently but firmly on the womans shoulder and shook her slightly. </i><BR><BR>“Leoba!” <i> she hissed quietly, </i> “it’s me, Scribbles. Wake up and shhhhhhhhhh, it’s okay . . .”<BR><BR><i> She put a quick finger to her lips as Leoba turned over and was instantly awake and sitting up, her eyes wide and her hand reaching for . . . what? Scribbles grinned as Leoba relaxed slightly.</i><BR><BR>“Scribbles! What are you doing here? I thought you were at the Eldars?” <i> Leoba whispered back.</i><BR><BR>“There is no need to whisper quite so softly, I am not deaf and I am awake,” <i> a soft voice added from across the room. Scribbles and Leoba turned to see Elenath sit up, smiling.<BR><BR>Scribbles rose from where she had perched on the edge of Leoba’s bed. </i><BR><BR>“Ah, well and good then,” <i> she replied softly. </i> “I’ve come to fetch you two, it is just a little over an hour before dawn and we are going to slip out before the TORC inhabitants of this place wake up. No time to explain just now, please just get washed and dressed, bring whatever you have in the way of weapons and packs, and come to Bardhywn’s room. Hopefully, she knows how we can sneak out of this place, because I sure don’t. We’re all going back to the Eldars, the others are waiting for us. Things are getting stranger still, it is time to get out of Alliances, if we can.”<BR><BR><i> Leoba and Elenath exchanged a look, then Leoba shrugged and kicked off the bedclothes. Scribbles went to the door and with her hand on the latch, turned back. </i><BR><BR>“As silently as you can now, we must not wake anyone else,” <i> she added quietly.</i><BR><BR>“Scribbles? What about SB?” <i> Leoba whispered anxiously.<BR><BR>Scribbles grinned. </i> "Bardy is waking him even now. I understand he is ‘one of us’, so he will be coming back with us as well. Hurry now, time is growing short and we must be away well before it gets light.”<BR><BR><i> She eased the door open and slipped out, back into the hall. Silently, she thanked her own God that in this guise, she could move without a sound. Crossing back to Bardhwyns room, she opened the door and just as she slipped in, heard footsteps behind her. She did not turn to see who it was but shut the door quickly and quietly, leaning against it, ears cocked and her heart pounding. It couldn’t have been Bardy, the direction was wrong and the step too heavy. Suddenly, through the door she heard a voice, a male voice and an unfamiliar one too. It was not the Master Archer, so who on earth could it be? Maeglin? Themedes? Gorin? The names of the few male members of the Guild she could remember raced through her brain. She waited, undecided. <BR><BR>No, she thought, Bardy could deal with it, she was a master at handling difficult situations. Scribbles decided to just listen, and to wait for the others. </i><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Nessamelda » Fri Dec 06, 2002 11:51 pm

<b>In the kitchen /commonroom of the Eldar Estate </b><BR>Susan waited for one of the elven or half-elven occupants of the room to reply to her question, but they were immersed in their own reverie. Alfirin had an alternative explanation <i> accursed elves </i> she muttered in Susan's subconscious <i> just because they live for ever they think they own the place...</i><BR><BR>Suddenly the gloomy room, lit only with a couple of flickering candles and the light from the kitchen fire, swirled with energy. A shadowy figure appeared, at first casting a pall of terror upon the room's occupants. Then as it became more corporeal a small form threw itself out of its arms and grabbed at Susan's legs "mummy!! she yelled. The dark figure stammered out his apology and then vanished, leaving the astonished group staring at the empty place where he had stood.<BR><BR>Susan was shaking, crying and hugging Katie. The child looked up at her mother, as much unnerved by her normally calm parent's reaction, as by her adventure.<BR><BR>"Katie, child, what were you thinking of, to go running away like that?" Susan felt a complex mixture of relief, upset and also anger that Katie's irresponsible behaviour in getting lost and talking to strangers had led to such a long separation. It was curious in fact, that though only a few hours had passed since just after sunset when Katie had vanished and the break of day when she had been restored to her so mysteriously, it felt like much longer. <BR><BR>"I don't know mum, it's just so weird here. That man, David, was alright really, but he's really frightened of something and he is in a little room with guards in those funny white costumes just like in that film we saw. And he's got a bigger computer than you have, only he wouldn't let me play on it, and got cross when I tried to touch it, and then there was Magic, just like Harry Potter, and we went flying, and something went wrong and we couldn't get home, and then it was Really Scarey, and even David was scared, but he brought me back, so its all right now, and please don't cry mum. And are there any Rice Bubbles for breakfast, and some juice? 'Cos I'm really hungry, as David didn't have anything to eat."<BR><BR>Susan looked down at her rather skinny child, who was always hungry, and always so fussy about exactly what she was hungry for, and smiled through her tears. <BR><BR>"I'm sure if you ask nicely that Vana here can tell us where we can find something for your breakfast. But no whining now if it's not quite to your liking. And if you ned to go to the bathroom, please let me go with you this time so that you don't get lost..." In the back of her mind Susan could hear something about <i>the brat needs a good whipping</i>. But she could also feel Alfirin's anger building up that a child could be taken so. <BR><BR>And Katie looked up at her mother with a certain amount of anxiety. There had been an unaccustomed edge to her mother's voice that wasn't usually there. And while it <i>was</i> mummy, there was something about her face that wasn't quite right - she seemed thinner and the scar above her nose was clearer. And her eyes were darker than usual. Susan smiled again, and raised an eyebrow quizzically at her daughter. Who stepped back in surprise. That was Daddy's trick. And Katie's. Mummy and Ellen couldn't do that, just raise one eyebrow - it was a family joke.<BR><BR><BR>Susan put out her hand to her child, who held it tightly, She wondered what had suddenly made Katie frightened again. <BR><BR>Katie looked up. it must have been a trick of the light, with these flickering candles, and the first grey dawn light coming round the edges of the curtains. It was Mummy. It had to be.<BR><BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Leoba » Sat Dec 07, 2002 11:51 am

<b>... upstairs in the Merry Bowmen of Dale guildhouse….</b><BR><BR>At this time of the morning Leoba had very little trouble with accepting her situation, where her sleepy brain should perhaps by rights have been a lost little entity until after the first coffee of the day. She was so used to TORC dreams, to TORC-RP dreams, that really it seemed like a simple continuation of the norm. But then not the norm. She wasn’t quite so obsessively insane as to start having dreams about this type of scenario.<BR><BR>Scribbles was barmy, that Leoba knew for a certain fact, as her Peredhel friend grinned at her and urged both Leoba and Elenath to hurry: “...time is growing short and we must be away well before it gets light.”<BR><BR>“What? Not even time for a coffee?” Leoba couldn’t keep the hopeful whine out of her voice. She didn’t ask for much in life, just a regular caffeine fix (and regular internet access).<BR><BR>The Scribe shook her head and vacated the room, leaving the two women to find something vaguely clean and decent to wear and rendezvous with their comrades as soon as possible. Leoba was still wearing the shift she had borrowed from Bardhwyn as she crouched down to pick up the clothes she had entered with and had left discarded on the floor the previous night.<BR><BR>“Oh no Elenath, these stink of Orc. There’s no way I’ve got the stomach to put them on again” said Leoba, holding up the shirt and breeches she’d been wearing the day before and wondering how in Arda she’d managed not to retch. <BR><BR>“It’s that or go running around TORC in your shimmy” Elenath replied with a wry grin, “unless…” <BR><BR>She pulled open the top drawer of the dresser. It was none too smooth and the candle on the top rocked in its stand, guttered and died. There were at least clean pressed clothes in here. Elenath threw a shirt, tunic and breeches over to Leoba and picked some more for herself.<BR><BR>Leoba sniffed them; nervous after the state she’d found her previous attire in. “Yeah, these’ll do. Even if they do smell faintly of mothballs.” <BR><BR>She washed, the cold water dragging her into full-on consciousness in the absence of coffee. She pulled the clothes on and managed to make them fit reasonably well with the aid of the belt she’d had since the dungeon when Scribbles had kitted her out. Then she peered in the small mirror which hung on the wall. Now that was a mistake. Her hair was sticking out left, right and centre with the wild abandon that Scribbles’ had rather than her own; a downside to going to bed with long thick hair still wet from being washed. That little part of Leoba that was eternally a bit vain was cursing inside; why was it that when she wanted to be floating around looking at least vaguely attractive and smelling of roses or somesuch, she was stuck looking like she’d crawled through a hedge backwards and wearing clothes that were at least two sizes too big. She dragged her fingers through her hair, wished desperately that she had a comb but for the life of her she couldn’t see one in here, and tied her hair back neatly in a plait.<BR><BR>By the time Leoba had finished faffing around, Elenath was dressed, looking impeccable as only an Elf could, and was busy girding on the assorted weaponry that they had appropriated the day before. Leoba did the same, fastening the thick sword-belt around her as tightly as she could, where it promptly fell to rest on her hips and tucking the mace and the small Orcish knife safely under the leather strap.<BR><BR>They looked at one another; each passably Middle Earthian and ready to find a way onwards and out to the best of their ability. Not that Leoba was so utterly convinced about the going home thing. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was missing her family and the little issue of the moderators being in pursuit, she couldn’t help thinking that she wouldn’t mind hanging around. <BR><BR>“Right then, shall we away… maybe even to a place where we can find some weapons a little less cumbersome than these.”<BR><BR>Elenath nodded agreement.<BR><BR>It didn’t seem fair somehow that the others had their characters’ weapons, whilst these two were stuck with items that only an Orc would have the right bodyframe to wield elegantly. Leoba presumed it was her punishment for joining and then neglecting so many guilds; there was no logical reason for her to find Angthalion in here. But how she wished for the perfect weighting and comfortable grip of her grandmother’s sword.<BR><BR>They slipped out of the room, pulling the door softly to with a click behind them. All they needed now were to hook up with Scribbles, SB and Bardy and find a quiet passage out.<BR><BR>
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Postby Bardhwyn » Sat Dec 07, 2002 1:00 pm

<b>...on the second floor of the Merry Bowmen of Dales Guildhouse - SB's Bedroom to be exact.. and the boy is still sleeping.. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> </b><BR><BR><i> Bardhwyn dropped her foot and folded her arms while SB murmured something into his pillow about 'coffee.'</i> <BR><BR>"Oops! Sorry am I disturbing you?"<BR><BR><i> Bardhwyn spun on her heel, hearing the unfamiliar - yet oddly familiar - voice and caught sight of a man tottering away, down the hall, sporting a red head of hair and looking very sleepy.<BR><BR>She stepped quickly to the bedroom door and watched as the night-shirted stranger made his way down the hall and opened the door to one of the guest rooms. With a huge yawn, he walked in and closed the door behind him.<BR><BR>With brows furrowed, Bardy turned her attention back to SB. He’d shifted onto his side by this time, again putting his back to the door. Bardhwyn shook her head. With a very loud whisper, she called out:</i> <BR><BR>"SB! WAKE UP!"<BR><BR>"Hmmph",<i> was his reply. <BR><BR>Bardy raised an eyebrow and grinned. Walking over to the washstand, she grabbed the pitcher of water, returned to SB's bedside and with a ceremonial flourish, thoroughly doused the sleeping Laketowner.</i> <BR><BR>"C'mon you barrel rider, get up!" <i> She said, grinning at the little 'dig'. Dalers and Laketowners will always have their playful rivalry.<BR><BR>While SB lurched and sputtered in his bed, Bardhwyn walked back to the washstand and replaced the pitcher.</i> <BR><BR>"HEY!" <i> SB cried out.</i> "What the?.!! WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!?"<BR><BR>"SHHHHHHhhhhh!"<i> She hissed back, spinning around. Suppressing a laugh, she walked back to his bedside.</i> "The big idea is getting out of here before anyone wakes up.", <i> She whispered.</i> "Come on, lighten up. It will save you from having to wash." <i> Bardy said with a laugh.</i> "There are worst things in life you know. You could get stuck in the BritRail train station in Birmingham for three of four hours. Now THAT is hell!" <BR><BR><i> Bardhwyn then stopped short, ignoring SB's odd look, and stared off into the distance. 'Birmingham? Why in heavens would I suddenly think of the train station in Birmingham, England?' she mused to herself.</i> <BR><BR>"You've lost your mind, haven't you, HJ?" <i> SB asked, sitting up on his soggy bed.</i> "§ol really messed you up, didn't he?"<BR><BR><i> Bardhwyn wasn't listening. Suddenly she cried out -</i> <BR><BR>"NO! It can't be!"<BR><BR><i> And left the room.</i> <BR><BR><BR><BR><i>Arriving at the red haired stranger's door, Bardhwyn took a deep breath and quickly prepared what to say. She knocked. There was silence. She knocked again. There was a murmur, a rustle of bedclothes being thrown and footsteps on the floor. The door cracked open and Bardhwyn smiled amiably at the face that showed itself.</i> <BR><BR>"Good morning, friend. You're a guest here, I take it? Welcome, welcome!." <i> She stammered.</i> "Ah, tell me, friend. What is your <i>name</i>?"
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Postby Vanaladiel » Sat Dec 07, 2002 3:50 pm

<b>IN the Eldar Estate's Kitchen</b><BR><BR>As Vana had prepared to answer Susan's question about Scribbles the room got brighter as an apparation suddenly appeared. <BR><BR>At first glance it seemed that a wraith had suddenly found a way into their midst, a panic almost took the group but then the child Katie came rushing from it to her mother.<BR><BR>Vana grabbed for a large kitchen knife and pulled it to her side so that she would be able to respond to any attempt the apparation would make to reach out to any of the group. She would not go easily nor would it escape unharmed.<BR><BR>The stammering excuse of the vision was almost perceptible and then it was gone. <BR><BR>Vana shook her head for a moment thinking to herself, "I have seen that face before but where?" She didnt know the face well but knew she had seen it somewhere. Then with Katies rapid talking things started to come together. <BR><BR>"That was David!" Vana almost shouted. "I have seen his picture! But why would he be under a guard and why would he be locked in a room?" <BR><BR>She looked to Guru hoping he might be able to make some sense out of it all.<BR><BR>When Katie asked for something to eat Vana smiled knowing the child was safe and unharmed. She knelt down on one knee and looked at Katie.<BR><BR>"I bet I can find you something good to eat before you and your mom get back!" With that Vana set off to dig through the cupboards and find her something to eat. Katie and her mom headed down the hallway.<BR><BR>Upon scrounging through the cupboards Vana found milk and juice along with cereal and donuts, pastries and everything she would need for making pancakes or waffles. The Eldars did know how to set a spread for breakfast and they usually did just that. On the counter to the left of the sink was some nice yellow bananas and some golden delicious apples along with some grapes. Vana grabbed them up with everything else and laid them out on the table and then waited for Katies return and her request.<BR><BR>As Vana scurried about the kitchen rounding things up to eat, Guru and Tinu had left to rouse everyone from their sleep and to round up what they needed before the group set off on the next leg of their journey into the unknown.<BR><BR>Soon they all knew they would need to move on and get to someplace safer. They had been in the Eldar's Estate longer then they had planned and they hoped they had not stayed too long.
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Postby EdaintheRanger » Mon Dec 09, 2002 11:37 am

<b>Somewhere near that damn noise that is coming from the door& Whadda I do to deserve this?</b><BR><BR>Having received little response from the short-haired woman and her comatose friend, Edain toddled back to bed. If he had been a sexist dinosaur he might have commented on how her derriere looked familiar, but Edain (and EM) wasnt, so that thought never crossed his mind. Best he sleep some more, this place was <i>way</i> too confusing and knowing his luck earl grey tea, probably hadnt been invented here yet. The fact that there were other folks moving about was irritating him. He couldnt sleep when others were awake, it was unnerving. Reaching his room he entered quickly and shut the door properly behind him. The nightglow of the few stars glimmered a faint glow on the stone flagged floor. That stiff breeze was chilling the room, and Edain quickly closed the window shivered visibly as he did so. He twirled around in a half dreamy state, the cold floor making him dance from foot to foot. Seeing that inviting bed and blankets was welcoming, slowly he crawled ungainly in. <i>Mmm& As snug as Bilbo in Bag End.</i> he muttered as he curled up drifting into a haze.<BR><BR>Tat tat tat. A knocking sound reached his ears. He ignored it the warmth was too close. Did he have to face that big cold world? The door was knocked again, and something in the knocking made him wake up. Yes, he wasnt at home, he was in Torc! Eyes wide, he muttered, <i>Who could that be?</i>, before springing out of bed, and answering the door.<BR><BR>The star light fell on a familiar face, and those eyes leapt out at him. Blinking he was taken aback. <BR><BR><i>Whoa!</i> he mumbled, his mind taken back to an afternoon in RL long ago, this was <i>too</i> real.<BR><BR>Now she was talking to him, as usual it took Edain/EM several seconds to take it in.<BR><i>What? What did you say?</i> EM answered, shaking his head perplexed.<BR><BR>Bardhwyn/HJ gained command of her voice and repeated her self patiently. <BR><BR><i>My name? Its Ia... Edain the Ranger of course.</i> EM/Edain was awake now and sporting a daft grin.<BR><BR>Collecting himself, he tried to get command of the conversation.<BR><BR><i>So whats going on? Could I help you? There seems to be a lot of pratting around for this time of morning.</i><BR><BR>Damn!EM thought. Edain would not say that.<BR><BR>EMs grin got a little strained, as he tried to think on his feet. <BR>
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Postby Bardhwyn » Mon Dec 09, 2002 5:31 pm

<b>... The Bowmen's Guild, in the hallway and Edain is still in his nightshirt...</b><BR><BR>"My name?" It's Ia... Edain the Ranger, of course. So what's going on?<BR>Could I help you? There seems to be a lot of pratting around for this<BR>time of morning."<BR><BR><BR>'... a lot of 'pratting about'?' Bardhwyn repeated to herself.<BR>'Pratting?!' Edain wouldn't speak thus!' Bardhwyn's eyes then <BR>widened slightly as it became apparent to her - she was right! This<BR>wasn't Edain the Ranger, it was EM! From Brummy! The man was to 'with it' to be Cyber Edain - despite the fact he'd only just woken up and<BR>was dressed only in a nightshirt...<BR><BR>A wide grin broke over her face.<BR>"Well, pardon us, M'lord!", She said sarcastically. "Disturbing His<BR>Lordship's sleep, are we? Too much pratting about, is there? Bloody<BR>Toff...", Bardy added, as if muttering under her breath - just loud enough for him to hear.<BR> <BR>Edain was immediately taken aback by this comment. 'Bloody Toff!? Who<BR>in Middle Earth spoke like that!?'<BR><BR>Quietly Bardhwyn began to laugh. "Well, Edain, did you know that we do, indeed, have the right to bear arms in the United States of America? I have two of them, in fact!", She said with a grin while holding up both her arms and waving her hands in the air.<BR><BR>"HJ?" Edain asked. "Is it <i>really</i> you?"<BR><BR>"Yes, EM!" Bardhwyn said, clasping his hand and pulling him into a <BR>quick hug. "My instincts were right, I knew it was you! You're here,<BR>though, in Torc!" Edain pulled out of the hug, his face a bit red.<BR> <BR>"Are you all right?", Bardy asked. "In one piece? Are you feeling at all strange or odd?" She continued, concern now replacing her mirth.<BR>"If you are, that seems to be the norm. You're not alone, there are several of us here, Leoba, Dirk, Scribbles and we're leaving, immediately. Edain, you mustn't stay here! Come with us, please?!"
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Postby SmaugsBane » Mon Dec 09, 2002 7:51 pm

<b>In the Merry Bowmen of Dale Guildhouse.</b><BR><BR>"Too damned early," grumbled AW when he felt the shaking and heard some nonsense about being quickly dispatched. <BR><BR>He was shaken again.<BR><BR>"Don't mess with me. I haven't had any coffee yet. Hell, I haven't even gotten outta bed," he murmured, barely audibly, and turned his back on the intruder.<BR><BR>"Oops! Sorry, am I disturbing you?"<BR><BR>"Yes. Go away," he said - or did he? Perhaps he had already nodded off again.<BR><BR>AW had clearly forgotten during his long slumber where he was and what was going on. He though perhaps his wife was just trying to get him to get up and let the dog out or something.<BR><BR>"SB! WAKE UP!" <BR><BR>"Hmmph." He was already asleep again. He hadn't even noticed that she referred to him as SB.<BR><BR><BR>The icy water did the trick. Suddenly AW was awake and aware once again of the situation.<BR><BR>"C'mon you barrel rider, get up!" Bardy said in a barely restrained shout.<BR><BR><BR>"HEY!" SB cried out. "What the?.!! WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!?"<BR><BR>"SHHHHHHhhhhh!" She hissed back, spinning around. Suppressing a laugh, she walked back to his bedside. "The big idea is getting out of here before anyone wakes up.", She whispered. "Come on, lighten up. It will save you from having to wash." Bardy said with a laugh. "There are worst things in life you know. You could get stuck in the BritRail train station in Birmingham for three of four hours. Now THAT is hell!" <BR><BR>AW cocked his head like a confused puppy, "You've lost your mind, haven't you, HJ?" he asked, sitting up, remembering more and more of what had transpired since the other 'real' people had shown up in his dream, "
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