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Astavyastataa Kadna
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O-gon-cho
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I am sorry m'l-rd. May I offer that the patrol flights of the wings of the Weyrmacht also overfly your lands?Simjen wrote:Certainly, O-gon-cho. Another coincidental occurence in that area:A group of explorers from Dondaeth, exploring the areas south of Dondaeth, meet a strange group of seven identical people, each of them carrying an identical black gem on their belts. These beings threaten the dwarrows and attempt to persuade them to convert to Astavyastataa Kadna; being met with failure, they attack and slaughter your explorers.
:::shudder:::Astavyastataa Kadna wrote:I will send my FAVORED out, goddess of the AIR ... your egg and Solus will be returned ... unhamed ... and you will have the HEAD of Vaxxa as a trophy! Lord Adomorn has JUDGED Death ... his WORD will be obeyed. *bows*
My nature is not as blodthirsty as yours m'L-rd. I only desire the return of Solus and and the egg/hatchling.
My concern with Vaxxa is that she be punished and not rewarded or set free. But, how she is punished I will leave in L-rd Adomorn's hands, should my patrols come upon her first.
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Astavyastataa Kadna
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He has commanded DEATH ... I will obey his word ... but I take your point ... you don't want her head to adorn your walls. I will keep it - or Lord Adomorn can have it if he desires proof of death. I see that as a fair request he might make *bows*O-gon-cho wrote: ....:::shudder:::Astavyastataa Kadna wrote:I will send my FAVORED out, goddess of the AIR ... your egg and Solus will be returned ... unhamed ... and you will have the HEAD of Vaxxa as a trophy! Lord Adomorn has JUDGED Death ... his WORD will be obeyed. *bows*
My nature is not as blodthirsty as yours m'L-rd. I only desire the return of Solus and and the egg/hatchling.
My concern with Vaxxa is that she be punished and not rewarded or set free. But, how she is punished I will leave in L-rd Adomorn's hands, should my patrols come upon her first.
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You may. Though for the record, I don't consider myself as having much there as 'lands.' There is only the settlement, and the dwarrow are usually more concerned about what's under the ground than above it. Just warn your flights to be careful around my people's airships.O-gon-cho wrote:I am sorry m'l-rd. May I offer that the patrol flights of the wings of the Weyrmacht also overfly your lands?
Said she, "What I get I get out of the fire,
So prithee, strike home and redouble the blow."
So prithee, strike home and redouble the blow."
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O-gon-cho
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Thank you for the warning regarding the airships, m'l-rd, and your trust. Should anything possibly unusual be sighted in your lands, to whom should the Wing Leaders report?Simjen wrote:You may. Though for the record, I don't consider myself as having much there as 'lands.' There is only the settlement, and the dwarrow are usually more concerned about what's under the ground than above it. Just warn your flights to be careful around my people's airships.O-gon-cho wrote:I am sorry m'l-rd. May I offer that the patrol flights of the wings of the Weyrmacht also overfly your lands?
Also, would you kindly ask your followers to inform Raucous should they come across any new veins of firestone?
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Mistress Cathy
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I would like to have the heads of the murderers who killed my candidates in their sleep to put on a spike and used as target practice for my army.He has commanded DEATH ... I will obey his word ... but I take your point ... you don't want her head to adorn your walls. I will keep it - or Lord Adomorn can have it if he desires proof of death. I see that as a fair request he might make *bows*
The WENCH is glad to see you are being so agreable, Asta.
A steady supply should be made available to you soon.I grieve the death of one of my Forestals. I had one in each new Forest of the new continents, and one was caught by Yek's Mutating wave. Seeing what he had become, he killed himself.
*bows -- wipes tears away*
As I have ever said, I have no interest in expansion. Though I know it will not be so, I wish everyone would leave Shakari and my followers in peace. My Forestals were learning, by communing with the souls of the Forests, if there was anything of particular interest there. There is not. At least nothing more than the incomparable beauty of the three, now two, pristine Forests. I am extremely anxious to get my two remaining Forestals out, before they are also turned into horrors. It was a somewhat difficult task merely getting there in the first place, and I would appreciate it if anyone can offer suggestions.
*bows -- wipes tears away*
As I have ever said, I have no interest in expansion. Though I know it will not be so, I wish everyone would leave Shakari and my followers in peace. My Forestals were learning, by communing with the souls of the Forests, if there was anything of particular interest there. There is not. At least nothing more than the incomparable beauty of the three, now two, pristine Forests. I am extremely anxious to get my two remaining Forestals out, before they are also turned into horrors. It was a somewhat difficult task merely getting there in the first place, and I would appreciate it if anyone can offer suggestions.
I am the self-fulfilling prophecy. Give love, and you WILL receive love. Let your every answer, your every action and reaction, your every desire, be rooted in love.
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O-gon-cho
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m'l-rd Bhakti, my heart grieves with you.Bhakti wrote:I grieve the death of one of my Forestals. I had one in each new Forest of the new continents, and one was caught by Yek's Mutating wave. Seeing what he had become, he killed himself.
*bows -- wipes tears away*
As I have ever said, I have no interest in expansion. Though I know it will not be so, I wish everyone would leave Shakari and my followers in peace. My Forestals were learning, by communing with the souls of the Forests, if there was anything of particular interest there. There is not. At least nothing more than the incomparable beauty of the three, now two, pristine Forests. I am extremely anxious to get my two remaining Forestals out, before they are also turned into horrors. It was a somewhat difficult task merely getting there in the first place, and I would appreciate it if anyone can offer suggestions.
Are your forestals able to ride a-dragonback?
Indeed they are. That's how they got to the new continents in the first place. Alas, it took far longer than I had imagined it would, so I am looking for surer, swifter means.
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Astavyastataa Kadna
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Ahh, my WENCH! *chuckles; then serious* I support your request. I petition Lord Adomorn and O-gon-cho to deliver the heads you have requested! Even in DESTRUCTION, such cowardly behavior is not acceptable.Jove wrote:I would like to have the heads of the murderers who killed my candidates in their sleep to put on a spike and used as target practice for my army.He has commanded DEATH ... I will obey his word ... but I take your point ... you don't want her head to adorn your walls. I will keep it - or Lord Adomorn can have it if he desires proof of death. I see that as a fair request he might make *bows*
The WENCH is glad to see you are being so agreable, Asta.
And all my cousins' I greive at your losses *bows* Doubly so at losses my followers have committed *deep bow*. Cousin Bhakti; is seems that you as well as I were impacted by MALICE's open act of hostility in the new land. I offer you my sorrow for your loss.
Such Malice must not go unpunished ... I stand with JUSTICE for punishment to be delivered!
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Despite the increased vigilance of Master Kavi during the first workout, the drills had gone better than yesterday. Now, on break, as Zhan looked out over the Valley, he couldn’t help but be enthralled with such a treasure-house of sensory delights. The broad, majestic Yajmuni River split into two branches a few miles before reaching the cliff face on which they perched. Here the lesser branch poured softly down the rock walls, diverting outward every twenty or thirty feet as it encountered an outcropping. These diversions affected the very bones of the escarpment, setting up a kind of ringing harmonic that kept shifting its fundamental tones. Meanwhile, the greater branch had encircled the cliff, leaving it like an island in the sky, and poured mightily over lower, yet unbroken, twin cataracts into the lake below. The two thunders were heard from different distances at any given point nearby, and at a few special spots they seemed to set up a beat frequency that pulsed and soothed the mind. The overall effect was like hearing a symphony written for ten-foot eardrums, with all the refinement of any microtonal progression.
Jiayna, meanwhile, gazed upon the interplay of water and light in the various descending streams. She was struck by the pure intensity of the emerald and turquoise tones in the smooth roll of the water’s edge just as it whitened into oblivion and fell to who knew what end. So fascinating, as well, were the drifting gossamers of rainbow that danced and played along the cascades. Sometimes it seemed a cloud would leap out of solid rock, escorted by a halo of unearthly light, carry its load of mist and mystery far out over the lake, and then dissolve into a matrix of hypergeometric forms, each accompanied by a particular gleam of color.
Out across the water, other dragons frolicked in the laserlike sunbeams. Some were floating on the gentle thermal updrafts that rose from the shimmering valley floor at the height of warm days like this one. A few were swirling in a semi-permanent vortex, playing a kind of three-dimensional “tag.” Still others plunged hundreds of feet to the icy surface. All seemed purely joyful and spontaneous, yet from a certain privileged perspective, the motions were perfectly timed to the soft music of water and stone. The dance was as rigorous as it was breathtaking, as complex aerobatically as any of the morning maneuvers. Yes, despite the day’s ardors, there was no better way to relax than to join the celebration of Air, Light, and Music that noontide in the valley had to offer.
Despite the placid display, reminiscent in some ways of a brilliant pointillist landscape, two dragons were growing incongruously heated in discussion as the lunch hour drew on.
“I tell you, Jiayna, the dangers are vastly exaggerated,” Zhan was insisting. “The jumps are no more than three seconds and there’s no disorientation when you make the transition. You remember—you were there when we received the gift!”
Zhan struggled to repress a thrill of excitement when he recalled the brief span of nothingness that accompanied the jump. The immediate sensation was curious, a simultaneous impression of falling both backward and inward, accompanied by a strange echoing in the mind. The senses were almost instantly blotted out, and one had to fight the ego’s urge to restore input by hallucinating, keeping hold to the visualized destination. Some had described the absence of sight as ultimate blackness, and of touch as ultimate cold. There was no denying that hypothermia and frostbite were real dangers to the riders, unprotected by dragonhide and the fire within. More puzzling were the subtle effects that seemed to accompany some first-time jumps: personality and mood shifts, almost immediately self-correcting, or a queer sense of bi-location, often resulting in an aversion to mirrors and reflections of all sorts. Still, no lasting damage was apparent to the third-years under the weyrling-master’s supervision, and Zhan was excited, not afraid, to try it again.
“But, seriously, Zhan, we are going to get in SOOOO much trouble. The Weyrling Master and the Weyrleader himself were both perfectly explicit about the ban. I don’t want to risk any more headaches this close to graduation, even if there isn’t any real danger.” She tried to be reasonable, but part of her wanted Zhan to convince her, and he could be very persuasive.
“Look, Brecht and I have done this before, we know how to visualize destinations on our own, and you could come with us, isn’t that right Brecht?”
Although he was unprepared to be so suddenly included in their conversation, Brecht quickly added his assent. “Zhan can jump as well as any of our group, and he’s got an inerrant sense of direction. Plus it’s so crowded and public here; wouldn’t you two like some privacy once in a while?”
This was a part of the argument he and Zhan had gone over in advance, to help break down Jiayna’s resistance. Although Brecht had no stake in whomever Jiayna might or might not eventually take as a rider, he knew when his dragon needed release, and the time would not be long coming. The perches and nooks allotted to unmated dragons offered little comfort and less concealment, making observation of unofficial trysts even more of a social liability.
Ordinarily, dragon and rider did not indulge in extended plotting and conversation. The rider simply knew what his or her dragon felt and the dragon understood what the rider needed, often wordlessly and on an intuitive level, below conscious awareness. This time there had been a slight inversion, with Zhan asserting his intent more forcefully than usual. A long discussion had ensued last night, and Brecht had wearied first. If Master Kavi had known, he might not have been as blithely confident in Zhan’s status as a Blue, or in his own ability to confine dragon and rider within the limits of tradition.
“That’s right, Jiayna.” Zhan’s thoughts broke in on Brecht’s tired musings. “A little peace and quiet—don’t we deserve that much? I know a rolling green meadow where some fat herdbeasts mindlessly munch and not a soul around to appreciate them. Wouldn’t some fresh flesh and a roll in the grass be just the thing before our second drill this afternoon?” Zhan’s jaws were slightly open, and he looked at Jiayna in that way he had been doing more often lately, almost hungrily.
Something in his gaze was very compelling; had it always been so? She wavered.
“But we’ll be missed as we go, or be seen coming back! They always find these things out!”
“Don’t worry, we’ll leave from the defile without being observed, and return the same way, then make our way back with the others before anyone’s the wiser.”
Something approaching romantic overtones swirled amidst the confusion within Jiayna’s heart and mind. Afraid of her budding attraction to Zhan but relying upon his strength in such circumstances, she felt reluctant to reveal either weakness.
“You make it sound so simple, with your rider to guide you, and I guess you always seem to get your way, but if something goes wrong it’s on your head!”
Although she couldn’t quite reason it out, Jiayna had the impression that to be with a brave dragon was a good thing. So what if she had to break tradition to keep him with her? No deep threat of serious personal risk penetrated her understanding, only the possibility of social opprobrium. And in the end she was young enough to ignore that small warning voice.
Jiayna, meanwhile, gazed upon the interplay of water and light in the various descending streams. She was struck by the pure intensity of the emerald and turquoise tones in the smooth roll of the water’s edge just as it whitened into oblivion and fell to who knew what end. So fascinating, as well, were the drifting gossamers of rainbow that danced and played along the cascades. Sometimes it seemed a cloud would leap out of solid rock, escorted by a halo of unearthly light, carry its load of mist and mystery far out over the lake, and then dissolve into a matrix of hypergeometric forms, each accompanied by a particular gleam of color.
Out across the water, other dragons frolicked in the laserlike sunbeams. Some were floating on the gentle thermal updrafts that rose from the shimmering valley floor at the height of warm days like this one. A few were swirling in a semi-permanent vortex, playing a kind of three-dimensional “tag.” Still others plunged hundreds of feet to the icy surface. All seemed purely joyful and spontaneous, yet from a certain privileged perspective, the motions were perfectly timed to the soft music of water and stone. The dance was as rigorous as it was breathtaking, as complex aerobatically as any of the morning maneuvers. Yes, despite the day’s ardors, there was no better way to relax than to join the celebration of Air, Light, and Music that noontide in the valley had to offer.
Despite the placid display, reminiscent in some ways of a brilliant pointillist landscape, two dragons were growing incongruously heated in discussion as the lunch hour drew on.
“I tell you, Jiayna, the dangers are vastly exaggerated,” Zhan was insisting. “The jumps are no more than three seconds and there’s no disorientation when you make the transition. You remember—you were there when we received the gift!”
Zhan struggled to repress a thrill of excitement when he recalled the brief span of nothingness that accompanied the jump. The immediate sensation was curious, a simultaneous impression of falling both backward and inward, accompanied by a strange echoing in the mind. The senses were almost instantly blotted out, and one had to fight the ego’s urge to restore input by hallucinating, keeping hold to the visualized destination. Some had described the absence of sight as ultimate blackness, and of touch as ultimate cold. There was no denying that hypothermia and frostbite were real dangers to the riders, unprotected by dragonhide and the fire within. More puzzling were the subtle effects that seemed to accompany some first-time jumps: personality and mood shifts, almost immediately self-correcting, or a queer sense of bi-location, often resulting in an aversion to mirrors and reflections of all sorts. Still, no lasting damage was apparent to the third-years under the weyrling-master’s supervision, and Zhan was excited, not afraid, to try it again.
“But, seriously, Zhan, we are going to get in SOOOO much trouble. The Weyrling Master and the Weyrleader himself were both perfectly explicit about the ban. I don’t want to risk any more headaches this close to graduation, even if there isn’t any real danger.” She tried to be reasonable, but part of her wanted Zhan to convince her, and he could be very persuasive.
“Look, Brecht and I have done this before, we know how to visualize destinations on our own, and you could come with us, isn’t that right Brecht?”
Although he was unprepared to be so suddenly included in their conversation, Brecht quickly added his assent. “Zhan can jump as well as any of our group, and he’s got an inerrant sense of direction. Plus it’s so crowded and public here; wouldn’t you two like some privacy once in a while?”
This was a part of the argument he and Zhan had gone over in advance, to help break down Jiayna’s resistance. Although Brecht had no stake in whomever Jiayna might or might not eventually take as a rider, he knew when his dragon needed release, and the time would not be long coming. The perches and nooks allotted to unmated dragons offered little comfort and less concealment, making observation of unofficial trysts even more of a social liability.
Ordinarily, dragon and rider did not indulge in extended plotting and conversation. The rider simply knew what his or her dragon felt and the dragon understood what the rider needed, often wordlessly and on an intuitive level, below conscious awareness. This time there had been a slight inversion, with Zhan asserting his intent more forcefully than usual. A long discussion had ensued last night, and Brecht had wearied first. If Master Kavi had known, he might not have been as blithely confident in Zhan’s status as a Blue, or in his own ability to confine dragon and rider within the limits of tradition.
“That’s right, Jiayna.” Zhan’s thoughts broke in on Brecht’s tired musings. “A little peace and quiet—don’t we deserve that much? I know a rolling green meadow where some fat herdbeasts mindlessly munch and not a soul around to appreciate them. Wouldn’t some fresh flesh and a roll in the grass be just the thing before our second drill this afternoon?” Zhan’s jaws were slightly open, and he looked at Jiayna in that way he had been doing more often lately, almost hungrily.
Something in his gaze was very compelling; had it always been so? She wavered.
“But we’ll be missed as we go, or be seen coming back! They always find these things out!”
“Don’t worry, we’ll leave from the defile without being observed, and return the same way, then make our way back with the others before anyone’s the wiser.”
Something approaching romantic overtones swirled amidst the confusion within Jiayna’s heart and mind. Afraid of her budding attraction to Zhan but relying upon his strength in such circumstances, she felt reluctant to reveal either weakness.
“You make it sound so simple, with your rider to guide you, and I guess you always seem to get your way, but if something goes wrong it’s on your head!”
Although she couldn’t quite reason it out, Jiayna had the impression that to be with a brave dragon was a good thing. So what if she had to break tradition to keep him with her? No deep threat of serious personal risk penetrated her understanding, only the possibility of social opprobrium. And in the end she was young enough to ignore that small warning voice.
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Injerian Praetus II
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There there, have a tissue to compliment your whine. My apologies for not conducting a proper census of the region. I had hoped to send in one of my forest experts to count and measure the trees, conduct meetings with the local wildlife and then prepare a mutation-feasibility study (which would be put on display for a month to the public for their feedback).Bhakti wrote:I grieve the death of one of my Forestals. I had one in each new Forest of the new continents, and one was caught by Yek's Mutating wave. Seeing what he had become, he killed himself.
*bows -- wipes tears away*
As I have ever said, I have no interest in expansion. Though I know it will not be so, I wish everyone would leave Shakari and my followers in peace. My Forestals were learning, by communing with the souls of the Forests, if there was anything of particular interest there. There is not. At least nothing more than the incomparable beauty of the three, now two, pristine Forests. I am extremely anxious to get my two remaining Forestals out, before they are also turned into horrors. It was a somewhat difficult task merely getting there in the first place, and I would appreciate it if anyone can offer suggestions.
"Oh of course," the Navigator said with faint mocking in his voice, "you have probably heard of House Praetus. We have a palace on Holy Terra. Like all powerful groups, we also have our enemies. Do you honestly think someone like you matters?" - A dissolute noble.
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Can you be any more sycophantic before you trip and embarrass yourself? Gods, this is the deity of chaos and destruction offering help, who will no doubt profit from any war and grow. And what then? Do you think he will enjoy an era of peace?Astavyastataa Kadna wrote:Ahh, my WENCH! *chuckles; then serious* I support your request. I petition Lord Adomorn and O-gon-cho to deliver the heads you have requested! Even in DESTRUCTION, such cowardly behavior is not acceptable.
And all my cousins' I greive at your losses *bows* Doubly so at losses my followers have committed *deep bow*. Cousin Bhakti; is seems that you as well as I were impacted by MALICE's open act of hostility in the new land. I offer you my sorrow for your loss.
Such Malice must not go unpunished ... I stand with JUSTICE for punishment to be delivered!
"Oh of course," the Navigator said with faint mocking in his voice, "you have probably heard of House Praetus. We have a palace on Holy Terra. Like all powerful groups, we also have our enemies. Do you honestly think someone like you matters?" - A dissolute noble.
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Mistress Cathy
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Nor, AK is just finally acting the way a new god should rather than go about blubbering about his questionable superiority.
He has finally learned his place. Fawning parasite suits him, don't you think?
While you were gone, we had to train AK a little on proper Pantheon etiquette. Ever heard of Pavlov? Anyhoo, it seems to be taking quite nicely. Ak is actually trying to play well with others now.
Adomorn is doing the correct thing in taking the perpetrators into custody and sentencing them to death. I would have wanted nothing else for the murder of my followers. AND I get their heads.
I am getting my way so I am happy.
(Of course, I wouldn't mind being able to boil them in gold before they died but I would hate to waste the gold)
He has finally learned his place. Fawning parasite suits him, don't you think?
While you were gone, we had to train AK a little on proper Pantheon etiquette. Ever heard of Pavlov? Anyhoo, it seems to be taking quite nicely. Ak is actually trying to play well with others now.
Adomorn is doing the correct thing in taking the perpetrators into custody and sentencing them to death. I would have wanted nothing else for the murder of my followers. AND I get their heads.
I am getting my way so I am happy.
(Of course, I wouldn't mind being able to boil them in gold before they died but I would hate to waste the gold)
As opposed to allowing your stated intentions of transforming the world? You will fill every creature, plant, and stone with Malice, and you tell us that Astalavista's intentions are something we should wish to prevent???Nor Yekith wrote:Can you be any more sycophantic before you trip and embarrass yourself? Gods, this is the deity of chaos and destruction offering help, who will no doubt profit from any war and grow. And what then? Do you think he will enjoy an era of peace?
I am the self-fulfilling prophecy. Give love, and you WILL receive love. Let your every answer, your every action and reaction, your every desire, be rooted in love.