Session XXX - Meetings

Organiser's Comment

Session XXX, the one that by very name alone had the reason to be dirty... And yes, it happened to be one of the cleanest Sessions ever. Go figure.

Plot Summary

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<@Narrator> ~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~ 'Meetings Of a Different Kind' ~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~~@~

<@Narrator> The night is rather warm, the sky is brimming with twinkling stars and the moon is sitting their elegantly. The 'train is rattling along a path oblivious to the outside world.

øùú Isondil sits in front of his mirror, delicately brushing his hair.

øùú Varadrion watches silently through the window. His love doesn't see him, he never has done. Why, oh why didn't Isondil pick up on his actions? The comforting shoulder squeezes, that time he watched Isondil sleeping in his cabin. He woke up and remained clueless...

øùú Faelnon comes around the corner and runs into Varadrion

øùú Faelnon backs away suddenly, looks at him and says, 'Oh... excuse... bye.'

øùú Faelnon hurries past and curses himself for doing so. Why hadn't he done it? Just a simple 'Would you like to do the horizontal bop?'...

øùú Faelnon curses himself again, Varadrion was so alike his college sweetheart, Shandor. I mean, the hair for one thing, they both had hair. And Shandor could walk and talk at the same time - Varadrion, on a good day, could walk. They were practically twins!

øùú Varadrion sighs and returns to watching Isondil. He begins to sing the song he knew as a boy that always comforted him at times like this - although, to be honest, he had only mastered it a few weeks ago, 'Old McDonald had a farm.... ee ey, ee ey oh...'

øùú Isondil continues brushing his hair, frowning at the mirror as it does not show him the shining locks he desires.

øùú Shandor lies next to Ariea, panting, stroking her annoyingly female and long hair. They had just... well, to keep this non-NC- he refers to the following song quote: 'Do a little dance / Make a little love / Get down tonight.'

øùú Ariea is already doing her nails, wondering if that was it.

øùú Shandor says, 'That was pretty... wow.'

øùú Ariea looks up at Shandor. "Erm...of course it was." she mumbles, filing her index finger.

øùú Shandor continues stroking her hair, 'Do you want to... again?'

øùú Ariea sighs and puts down the file. "Honey...I need to tell you something."

øùú Shandor says, 'Anything...'

øùú Ariea looks up at Shandor. "You see...Shandor, I have to be honest, after your 'dangerous weapon' had its way with me... well, it only confirmed my plans..."

øùú Shandor looks at Ariea, slightly hurt.

øùú Ariea sighs. "Would you support me in anything I did?" she asks.

øùú Shandor says, 'Ariea, is this going to lead to kinky costumes? 'Cause I have a French Maid that I wore for Fa- er a Halloween.'

øùú Ariea blurts quickly, "I think I'm going to join a nunnery. With Foilae."

øùú Shandor blinks a few times, 'Exsqueeze me? Baking powder?'

øùú Ariea sighs. "I think I'm going to join a nunnery. Foilae too. It's just...you've...I've got to be honest with you. You've turned me off from men completely." she smiles, getting out of bed and patting Shandor's shoulder.

øùú Shandor blinks rapidly, 'But but but but....'

øùú Shandor bursts out crying like a baby-man.

øùú Shandor runs, naked, from the cabin.

øùú Ariea shrugs, putting her hair up. "I'm sure Faelnon would love to hear the news!" she calls after him.

<@Narrator> Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! - Wait, damn, no technology - It's a Griffin! No! It's SuperWhore!

<@Narrator> SuperWhore flies in and lands in her cabin.

øùú Rue brushes off her uniform.

øùú Faelnon knocks on Rue's door, hoping to spend some money with "Shandor". She did a pretty good imitation, right down to the baby-man crying he loves.

øùú Rue opens the door a crack. "Yes?"

øùú Faelnon looks at Rue, 'Hi... is Shandor there to play?'

øùú Rue raises an eyebrow, opening the door a little more. "Depends on how much you've got."

øùú Saam says, 'Rue... come on, I mean... I know you didn't want to, but I paid twice as much... and I'm only getting half the time! If it was just going to be wasted by these phoney interruptions.'

øùú Faelnon tries to look around Rue, 'Is that Saam?' He waits a few moments, 'Is he available for a quick game?'

øùú Rue turns around. "Damnit...Shut up! I'm trying to conduct business!" She looks back at Faelnon. "How much?" she repeats.

øùú Faelnon says, 'You're busy, I'll come back later.'

øùú Rue waves. "Bye then!"

øùú Faelnon nods and moves away. Looks like it is him and his PlayBoy again.

øùú Rue shuts the door. "Okay, for that: You're on the bottom!" A whip crack is heard.

øùú Faelnon reaches is lonely, empty cabin and opens the door. What he sees next shocks him to his core.

øùú Shandor is sitting, completely naked, on Faelnon's bed.

øùú Faelnon wants to pinch himself to make sure he isn't dreaming, then decides he doesn't care if he is dreaming, 'Shandor?'

øùú Shandor sobs like a baby-man, 'She left me...'

øùú Faelnon rushes over, sits down on the bed next to him and wraps an arm around Shandor's shoulders.

øùú Shandor slumps against Faelnon, very glad he is here.

øùú Richard appears at the back of the 'train in a cloud of flame and smoke. Feeling particularly cruel and vicious today, he begins humming Darth Vader's theme song.

øùú Richard walks up behind Varadrion, humming the theme song.

øùú Varadrion doesn't notice - Isondil is changing and Varadrion knows full well Isondil sleeps in the nip.

øùú Richard 's eye begins to twitch. "I said dum dum dum dun-da-dum dun-da-dum." he snarls.

øùú Varadrion gives Richard the finger.

øùú Isondil takes his shirt off, seemingly unaware of Varadrion at the window.

øùú Varadrion rubs his hands like a pervert.

øùú Richard grunts, the thought of toasting Varadrion never crossing his mind. Instead, he storms off to find another victim.

øùú Richard begins humming the tune again (dum dum dum dun-da-dum dun-da-dum) as he peeks in the window of the next cabin. Inside, he sees Faelnon, and...Shandor? Together? Naked?

øùú Richard decides that there are other ways to wreak havoc besides violence. He snaps his fingers.

øùú Guardypoo appears in a cloud of fire and smoke. "I wish you wouldn't-"

øùú Richard puts a finger to his lips. "Shh, look in there." he says, pointing to the window.

øùú Shandor lets out a happy moan.

øùú Guardypoo looks in the window to see Faelnon, his one and only, with another man. Tears well up in his eyes.

øùú Richard sneers. "Go get him back." he chuckles.

øùú Faelnon yells happily, 'Bouncy bouncy bouncy!'

øùú Guardypoo storms to the door of the cabin and throws it open. "Faely?!" he whimpers. "Faely, tell me it isn't true!"

øùú Shandor and Faelnon don't even notice him.

øùú Guardypoo lets out a womanly sob and flees the cabin, colliding with Varadrion, still perched at Isondil's window.

øùú Varadrion tumbles over and looks at the guard.

øùú Guardypoo sniffs and wipes the snot from his nose. "Listen to my advice," he chokes through sobs. "Act on your love before the chance is gone!" he sobs. He then dramatically launches himself from the train.

øùú Varadrion cocks.... an eyebrow, then looks in at Isondil.

øùú Isondil , still in pants, is going over his glossy hair one last time with a brush when he hears a knock at his door. He opens it. It is Varadrion.

øùú Varadrion decides the guard is right and goes into the cabin.

øùú Isondil 's eyes light up. "Hi!" he squeaks happily.

øùú Isondil looks around. "I see you're...in my cabin." he smiles.

øùú Varadrion shuffles uncomfortably.

øùú Isondil extends a hand. "Wanna go on a walk?" he asks.

øùú Varadrion says, 'Sure.'

øùú Isondil leads Varadrion to Faelnon's cabin and sits against the wall, motioning for Varadrion to do the same.

øùú Varadrion sits down, still slightly uncomfortable.

øùú Shandor swats at a fly that, along with dozen of others, were swarming around the cabin.

øùú Faelnon shouts, 'I've nearly... hang on... oh yes.... GOT IT!'

øùú Isondil raises an eyebrow, thinking that he hears voices.

øùú Faelnon grins, and says loudly, 'I'm going to have to get a rolled up newspaper...'

øùú Varadrion turns to the cabin.

øùú Shandor shouts happily, 'Oh yes! Just there! Yes! Yes! YES! ............... You missed.'

øùú Isondil looks at Varadrion. "Do you...?"

øùú Varadrion says, 'Run away!'

øùú Isondil leaps up and grabs Varadrion's hand, running daintily back to his cabin.

øùú Varadrion sits down on Isondil's bed and pats the spot next to him.

øùú Isondil gladly accepts the spot. "Soooo...." he attempts to begin.

øùú Varadrion says, 'Yeah...'

øùú Varadrion sees Isondil's shoes, 'Those are nice shoes.'

øùú Isondil smiles. "Thanks." He is silent for a moment. "Actually...I took them from your closet..." he mutters.

øùú Varadrion dives on top of Isondil, strangling him, 'YOU BITCH! YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER WHORE!'

øùú Isondil kicks back, "I just took them because- ACK!" he is cut off by Varadrion's hands around his throat.

øùú Rue opens the door and stands there in her Super-Whore outfit. "Someone called?"

øùú Varadrion looks at Rue, speechless.

øùú Rue walks up to the two and separates them. "Now, now boys. We all need to get along. Varadrion, do you know why Isondil took your shoes?"

øùú Varadrion says, 'Because they are pink and pretty?'

øùú Isondil gasps for breath and then looks up at Varadrion. "No, sweetie. It's because...because… you."

øùú Rue smiles, satisfied. "I think I need to teach you both the true meaning of love, don't you agree?"

øùú Isondil nods enthusiastically.

øùú Varadrion says, 'Awwwwwwww, this is just like all those romantic books other people had read for me.'

øùú Rue nods, but her face takes on a serious nature. "Then that'll be fifty bucks. Each."

øùú Varadrion looks at Rue, 'But, but but but!'

øùú Isondil quickly pulls out $50 and stuffs it into Rue's shirt. "Take it! Teach me how to love Varadrion!" he cried, latching onto his newfound lover and petting Varadrion's big, strong...arm.

øùú Varadrion sighs and pays up.

øùú Guardypoo knocks on Faelnon's door again, somehow miraculously making it back onto the 'train.

øùú Faelnon is a little busy to answer the door.

øùú Shandor would say go away, but his mouth is rather full...

øùú Shandor is eating pancakes.

øùú Guardypoo shoves the door open. "Faely?"

øùú Faelnon looks at the Guard.

øùú Guardypoo sniffs, wiping away tears again. He approaches Faelnon, and hands him a bouquet of flowers. "I...I love you. I've loved you ever since I imprisoned you."

øùú Faelnon says, 'That's nice... say, you don't happen to have any of those chains, do you?'

øùú Shandor goes rather red.

øùú Guardypoo smiles. "Anything for you!"

<@@Narrator> Soon, but not too soon, it is morning.

øùú Shandor groans awake, and rolls over, hands playing in Faelnon's hair.

øùú Faelnon wakes up and smiles at Shandor as a third hand touches him on his shoulder, he tilts his head to see Varadrion.

øùú Varadrion smiles warmly at Faelnon before turning to wake a sleeping Isondil with a hug.

øùú Isondil smiles lovingly at Varadrion, giving him a kiss before rolling over to thank Rue.

øùú Shandor wonders just how big this bed is, then remembers he started floating.

øùú Rue wakes up and stretches, she nods to Isondil, thanking him for the money before realizing that she is laying next to...Faelnon's guard?

øùú Guardypoo frowns at Rue, wondering why he is not lying next to his one and only, Faelnon. But before he can wonder anything else, he is tapped on the shoulder by Richard.

øùú Richard smiles at the guard before wondering how the hell he got here. Maybe there were roofies in the drink that Rue game him. No matter. He turns over on his other side and comes face to face with...

øùú Shandor smiles shyly at Richard



[Note: The people behind this log would like to thank those who were mocked/ridiculed or placed in funny situations. They knew nothing about it, and we thank them for their ignorance. All plot lines involving the characters derive from situations they themselves have done so... :P. (Well, except, perhaps, Isondil brushing his hair, but he probably needs to do that sometime anyway.)]

[Special note to Varadrion and Isondil: Just be thankful they didn't mention the strip club.]

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<@Narrator> ~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~ 'Meetings' ~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@

<@Narrator> The group have arrived at the location of the meeting, and an hour or two early. The sky is black as the abyss. Not a single star shines upon the group as the ‘train stops near the now-shut down museum. The group are in Shandor’s room where a few benches from else where have been put together as a table.

* Shandor says, ‘When we get in, we have to be absolutely silent. We don’t want to give ourselves away.’

* Shandor indicates one of the blueprints they’ve acquired from the old curator, ‘Myself and a couple of others will leave the group and get to the attic. It’s a low, curved one, so there won’t be much room. Once we get over the most logical meeting site, we’ll wait on the signal.’

* Alril grunts... he mutters "why do we always have to arrive early, we always arrive early"

* Shandor says, ‘Now, the rest of the group will split up, and will burst in from the several doors into the main room. Your blades have been coated with a poison, arrows too, so don’t go stabbing yourselves. Strike them quickly and cleanly.’

* Shandor says, ‘That’s about it.’

* Mihndrid smirks, "Oh yes, that's it. Easier said then done."

* Shandor says, 'Well, actually, I have a theory where it is just as easy done as said.. if you are a god and anything you say happens.'

* Mihndrid raises an eyebrow at him, "And is anyone here present god?"

* Ariea raises her hand, 'Yes, sorry about that. I'm a higher being, I've just been pretending to be a girl. It's really quite obvious...'

* Alril looks up: "My father once said that in our own minds, we are all gods"

* Mihndrid says, "Yes, well, we can think we're gods until our arms fall off, its not going to help."

* Alril is in a shrugging mood, and he does so again.

* Shandor asks, 'Everyone ready?'

* Mihndrid sighs, "Are we ever?"

* Faelnon says, 'Only if this plan comes with a guarantee that we don't die horribly.'

* Shandor looks from Mihndrid to Faelnon, then says, 'Everyone ready?'

* Faelnon rolls his eyes and goes to get his staff from his cabin.

* Alril nods

* Ariea goes over to her chest and takes out a sword.

* Mihndrid wonders blankly what good a staff would do against a dragon, but notes to herself she's never -actually- seen once so she isn't a proper judge.

* Faelnon returns to the cabin looking more than slightly troubled.

* Mihndrid locates her mace in her room and wishes silently she had gotten around to asking Foilae to re-enchant the new instruments she received from Shandor.

* Shivayon says, taking a sword from the chest, 'I'm good... kinda.'

* Alril says: "Here is your sword "

* Foilae is half tempted to say "Lets rock and roll", but Rue isn't around to laugh.

* Alril hands Shivayon her sword

* Shivayon takes the sword, 'Thanks...'

* Alril notes that Shivayon has two swords

* Shivayon puts one sword down and keeps her sword.

* Alril cautiously takes the sword that Shivayon put down, and walks away to the door of the cabin

* Shandor asks, for the third time, 'Everyone ready?'

* Alril nods: "Yes"

* Mihndrid nods.

* Shandor says, 'Okay then, lets go.'

* Shandor leaves his cabin and climbs off the 'train and looks cautiously at the unimposing doors leading to the museum.

* Mihndrid mutters something inaudible and follows after him

* Ariea follows, wishing she could just crawl back into bed and pretend this wasn't happening.

* Alril treads behind.

* Faelnon follows quietly, looking uneasily at his staff.

* Foilae follows without anything else to do.

* Shivayon wonders if she can actually kill anything with her sword, looks at the group leaving, and follows.

* Shandor opens the door and steps inside, expecting anything to happen.

* Alril peers round the frame

* Shandor looks about the corridor, considering the darkness outside, this corridor is surprisingly bright, due to the multitude of torches that line the walls.

* Faelnon says, 'Okay... no guards?'

* Shandor says, 'They are either further in, or aren't here at all. If this is a secret meeting place, you don't even trust your troops.'

* Ariea says, 'I'll stay here, if there's trouble, the 'train will be ready and roaring by the time you get back.'

* Shandor nods, 'Okay. So, who's coming with me? I'll take one other.'

* Alril stands back: "I’ll stay here, I’m not going to be much help against guards. Besides... my feet hurt"

* Shandor says, 'Only one person can stay back. And, to be fair, she called it before you. Me and someone else are going into the attic, the rest are charging through the doors. Pick your path.'

* Mihndrid shrugs, "I'll go."

* Alril quivers: "Ill charge, there is safety in numbers"

* Alril smiles: "Good, we are both happy"

* Shandor nods, 'Okay. Mihndrid, follow me.'

* Faelnon says, 'The rest of you are with me. Come along.'

* Mihndrid hoists her mace up onto her shoulder and nods.

* Alril follows Faelnon

* Ariea sticks to a corridor just next to the doorway, so she can signal the ‘train if need be.

* Shandor goes alongside Faelnon for a few metres before branching off into a different corridor.

* Faelnon continues along the corridor until it comes to a fork. 'Okay... Shiva, Foilae, take the left, Alril, you're with me. They both lead to doors into the meeting room.'

* Mihndrid stays close behind her, warily glancing from side to side.

* Shandor pauses at a door way and opens it, 'Okay, this is it.'

* Foilae nods silently at Faelnon and goes left.

* Shivayon looks warily at the left side before going with Foilae

* Alril nods and, like a faithful dog, stays closely behind Faelnon

* Shandor climbs up the ladder in front of him before he has to crawl along the attic, nearing the hole to watch the scene.

* Faelnon continues around silently before he spots the double doors leading into the meeting room, they are, thankfully, closed.

* Ariea shuffles uncomfortably.

* Foilae reaches similar doors and stares at them, wondering what spell to use.

* Shivayon just hopes she doesn't do anything to mess the plan up.

* Alril tries to look through the whole in between the meeting room doors, but they are too tightly shut

* Shandor looks back at Mihndrid, 'Okay, we're going to slide down a rope into the room when we get the signal.'

* Shandor takes the rope off his back and ties one end to a rafter.

* Mihndrid nods silently, leaning over slightly to look.

* Faelnon 's grip tightens on the staff.

<@Narrator> The room has been stripped bare by the museum owners. The dragons, however, have moved in a four quarter-circle tables and chairs. There are a few torches on the walls. The dragons are Robert West, leader of Tildruin. Aoen, leader of A’lure and the elves. There was another man, whose tower Shandor had broken into.

<@Narrator> Finally, there was one more male, and one female – leaders of the Troll and Halflings respectively. Although, interestingly, both were in human guises. However, Richard was notably absent.

* Shandor wonders where the Seventh is.

* Mihndrid looks to Shandor, obviously thinking the same thing

* Alril doesnt think, he just trembles

<@Narrator> ‘Hello Ariea, we meet again.’ Richard smiles, suddenly appearing behind her.

* Foilae gives the signal, a slight magical tingle in the bodies of those leading the teams.

* Faelnon breaks into the room and charges.

* Shandor breaks down the already-weak wood and slides down the rope he had tied to a rafter.

* Mihndrid slides down after, gripping it tightly.

* Foilae charges in

* Shivayon runs in and looks to her first target

<@Narrator> The dragons are taken rather by surprise and are defenceless when, suddenly, Richard appears in the centre, holding Ariea in the air by the throat. ‘Ah ah, Faely, Shindy. Back off.’

* Shandor stops dead.

* Alril also freezes

* Mihndrid finishes sliding down the rope and lands neatly on the floor, but makes no other motions.

* Faelnon comes to a grinding halt.

* Shivayon stops, sword in mid-swing and lets it fall to her side.

<@Narrator> Richard smiles, ‘I’m sure you are all aware what Ariea did back in Aoen’s segment. Exactly how should she pay for her expenses?’

* Ariea can’t help but grin, ‘Could I get a medal?’

* Shandor looks away from the two at something else for a few moments, before looking back at Ariea.

* Shandor looks to Alril, who can suddenly hear what Shandor is thinking.

* Alril hears Shandor’s thoughts and dashes forward to grab the female dragon.

* Shandor runs forward, kicking off a chair to get closer to Alril and the female dragon, while whipping a dagger out of his boot. He lands in front of the two and puts a dagger at the female’s throat, ‘I’d put her down, Ricky.’

<@Narrator> Richard grits his teeth, angered and curious why Shandor made such a tactical choice.

* Mihndrid looks from Ariea to the female dragon, wondering if she should dumbly stand still or act.

* Shandor grins, ‘Aw, don’t fret, just ‘cause you are dragons doesn’t mean you can’t have social lives. Oh the work place must be Tarkna, what with all these urges?’

<@Narrator> At this particular moment, something frightfully rude decided to take this particular moment to be frightfully rude. A giant creature composed of a grey stone, smashes through the wall behind Shandor, Alril and the female dragon. Its head scrapes along the roof as it grabs Shandor and Alril with its mammoth hands as the female dragon is engulfed in flame and reappears on the other side of the room.

* Alril screams: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

* Shandor looks at its ‘face’, ‘Er... hi?’

* Mihndrid 's eyes widen at this surprising act is accomplished and stumbles as she tries to tug out her flute and her mace at the same time, all the while covering her ears against Alril's shrieks.

<@Narrator> The giant stone creature hurls the two into the wall opposite.

* Faelnon falls backwards, nearly hit by some of the wall.

* Ariea just looks at the situation.

* Alril falls to the floor and lies still, appearing unconscious

* Mihndrid grimaces, eventually remembering her flute isn't with her and tugs out her mace. Shaken and shocked she neglects to remember that a mace would have very little affect against a large, animated rock. This being noted, she charges forwards and swings the little weapon down on the enemy's foot.

* Shandor groans, trying to get to his feet.

<@Narrator> And at that moment, a summon was called for the others. All the corridors explode inwards, dust and rubble flying everywhere, some of it scattering into the meeting chamber. Dozens, perhaps hundreds, of the giant grey stone beasts were breaking through as well as several dozen smaller, sandy-stone creatures.

<@Narrator> These are accompanied by several hundred Krats and larger Krats

* Foilae looks at them, terrified and not sure what to do.

* Shivayon thinks it would be a great time to be a god.

<@Narrator> Richard actually seems rather surprised by this development and looks about.

* Mihndrid doesn't succeed in hitting the stone monster, being blown to the side by the sudden explosions from the walls about the room.

* Alril , who has his eyes tight shut, doesn’t see anything and saves the others from his possible deafening screams

* Shandor looks about, wondering what to do.

* Alril , who is having a nice reflection behind his eyelids, is thinking that the first thing he will do when this is all over is go to a warrior training school.

* Mihndrid stumbles to her feet after being blown to the floor, but this small effort is all she really has the mind enough to do, staring mouth open and eyes widen at the sudden change.

* Shandor realises he has to do something

* Faelnon looks around, when the first grey-stone creature broke in, it caused a hole outside, he shouts, ‘Quickly, run! We can get to the 'train!’ while pointing wildly in that general direction.

* Shandor sprints, kicks off the table, and swipes down with his dagger in a long arc, catching Richard in the wrist he was holding Ariea with.

* Alril opens his eyes very briefly, and, believing himself to be seriously brain damaged, closes them again. It is only when he hears Faelnon's scream that he gets up and runs after him

* Shivayon hears Faelnon and sprints towards that opening.

* Shandor ‘s momentum continues and he grabs Ariea - the two roll over the table onto their feet.

* Mihndrid doesn't run, instead she stares as the blade slices into Richard's wrist, mind slowly processing its deadly effect.

* Shandor grabs Ariea's hand and sprints towards the opening.

* Ariea , in turn, grabs Mihndrid's and continues running towards the hole.

* Shandor charges through the legs of the grey-stone creature and runs after Faelnon.

* Mihndrid blinks in surprise as her eyes are torn away from the scene, but her legs start working and she darts furiously to keep up with the two.

<@Narrator> The ‘train had heard the commotion and was ready to take off.

* Alril is surprised at how fast his legs are moving

* Alril jumps on the train and collapses on the floor

* Faelnon reaches the 'train and scrambles on board.

* Ariea clambers onto the 'train, turns to look at the museum and tumbles over.

* Alril sighs, and shaking his arms asks: "What the hell happened"

* Shandor hauls himself onto the 'train.

* Shandor groans, 'Richard happened.'

* Mihndrid leaps into the train about Ariea and slides to a stop before hitting a wall.

* Mihndrid slumps down against it, and says breathlessly, "But...your dagger had poison on it. Right?"

<@Narrator> The 'train takes off, the horses leaping to a sprint.

* Shandor says, 'Hopefully.'

* Alril manages to ask if everyone is safe, and then.

* Mihndrid sighs, looking meaningfully at the floor.

<@Narrator> Richard is clutching his bloodied arm, feeling the weak poison – its effects would not kill him, hardly even slow him down - the female dragon bellows to her creatures, ‘Chase them! Destroy them!’

* Mihndrid hears a small commotion behind them and leans up to look out the window, horrified to see the motley of beasts beginning to head for them.

* Shandor looks back and the museum and thinks that tomorrow is going to be a very long day.

* Shandor states, 'We have enough momentum to keep them at bay for a little while.

* Alril comes back to the others and the safety of the group

* Mihndrid mutters, "A little while...this is so ANNOYING."

* Shandor rolls his eyes, 'Yes, it is only 'annoying'.'

* Mihndrid gives Alril a rather cynical look before slumping to the floor again.

<@Narrator>~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~ Buh bye everybody! ~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~



'The Best of the Rest'



* Shivayon falls dead.

* Mihndrid grooves!

* Shandor looks at Shivayon. He shrugs, then continues.

… And the explanation:

* Mihndrid loads up her desert eagle

* Mihndrid finds Shiva and takes aim

I dare you to shoot...

... okay! :D

* Mihndrid pulls the trigger!



* Shivayon pops back to life.

* Shivayon says, taking a sword from the chest, 'I'm good... kinda.'

OOG: *gapes and reloads the desert eagle*

* Alril jumps back: "AHHHHH... Here is your sword... I thought you were asleep"



* Foilae follows without anything else to do. Poor cripple man.

OOG: Cripple boredom.

OOC: Ha ha!



OOC: Hold on... the only other non-me's are short gits. Gnome and Halfling. ... You are trying to be like the bloody Satan children!

OOG: Get a life hamster psycho freak

OOC: lol



OOC: Wow, that was great tactics from Faelnon. Faelnon: Okay, cripple and useless pansy, you go on your own.

OOC: The option is Cripple and useless cowardice Halfling



OOG: Hehe, you know that show While You Were Out?

OOC: No, I missed it... I was out. :P

[Booooooooooo –Esal]



* Foilae charges in

OOG: Haha, Cripple charge.



The dragons are taken rather by surprise and are defenceless when, suddenly, Richard appears in the centre, holding Ariea in the air by the throat. ‘Ah ah, Faely, Shindy. Back off.’

OOG: who's shindy o.o

OOC: Shindy was Thor's nickname for Shandor.

OOG: Oh. What's the 'i' from?

OOC: ... Don't argue with a dwarf. Mahndrod.

OOG: *pats* 'Kay, you do that hun.



* Foilae puts his breaks on and makes appropriate squealing noises.



* Ariea can’t help but grin, ‘Could I get a medal?’

OOG: Ariea: ....and a quart of cream? We're all out.



* Shandor looks to Alril, who can suddenly hear what Shandor is thinking.

* Alril hears Shandor’s thoughts and dashes forward to grab the female dragon.

OOG: *insert lewd comment here*

*Alril hears Shandor’s thoughts, ‘Drink! Girls!’

[There you go. –Esal]



OOC: What’s the other nickname for Richard... I wonder...

OOC: im also curious?

OOC: Richard = Dick.

OOG: People just call me dad Rich o.o;;

OOC: ... And that's the tradition nickname for Richard too.

OOC: Mihndrid, that's twice as funny if his name isn't Richard



* Shandor grins, ‘Aw, don’t fret, just ‘cause you are dragons doesn’t mean you can’t have social lives. Oh the work place must be Tarkna, what with all these urges?’

OOC: ... Gay joke in 10... 9... 8...

OOC: /me thinks Shandor has no idea what it is like >:D

OOC: ... Bingo.



OOG: I've been meaning to ask, what's a Tarkna?

OOC: Tarkna's a word I made up for hell.

OOC: kool

OOG: Hell sounds better

OOC: I know, but Hell didn't fit in at the time.

OOG: And its kind of weird how some of us say Hell and all of Colm's characters say Tarkna...

OOC: Well, actually Rue and a couple others say Tarkna so :P

OOC: Isnt Tarkna also a name of the princes of that town in Horse and His Boy? Or is that Tarkeen?

OOG: I'll go check for you Alril XD

OOC: lol

OOC: True, but it has become more of a slang term nowadays

OOC: Its Tashbaan

OOC: thats the town

OOC: Anyway, this has no affect at all... go back to the 'Quest'.

OOC: Tisroc, thats the Leader, Soverign guy

OOG: Meanie

OOC: ok



* Shandor realises he has to do something

OOG: Duh



* Mihndrid jumps up, wobbling slightly on her aching legs, "Don't they ever -stop-?! This is endless! Like Barney on Ice!"



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