Session Start: Sun Feb 02 15:54:11 2003 Session Ident: #Minisession [16:19:22] * Okay. Given how you lot were going on foot back to Great Forks, you've had a good long trip back. It's been almost entirely uneventful, save at night, when you've been haunted by the dreams enduced by the faerie-drug you were filled to the gills with during your captivity. Over the last several nights, you've managed to peice together some things about the dreams. [16:23:02] * Namely, it's the first age. You seem to be one third of the triumverate that rules the city of Denandsor, and are called by the name of Calenia, while the Wyld Barbarian in question seems to be your husband. Or, at the very least, a favored consort. He's Peotyr, a Lunar of the Full Moon caste, and a travelling military advisor for the Realm. [16:24:35] * As this dream dawns, Peotyr and you are in bed as the sun rises. It seems he's recently come back from consulting General Mussard, the Dawn in charge of Denandsor's military affairs. [16:25:39] [Session Start!] [16:26:32] * Lenoria awakens, but is still a bit tired. She curls up against Peotyr... [16:28:20] * Peotyr (CHBoucher@dialup-67.25.0.93.Dial1.Manchester1.Level3.net) has joined #Minisession [16:29:07] * Peotyr puts his arms around Calenia and kisses her forehead. "Good morning, love." [16:29:25] Good morning to you, as well... [16:30:37] I trust you had a full day? [16:31:04] Yes... [16:33:25] * Peotyr laughs lightly. "Tired, are you? You ought to rest, then. Don't worry, everything's under control." [16:33:42] * Lenoria nods... [16:33:46] Still... I worry. [16:34:42] Your worrying will be the death of us both, sweet. The dragonlings are hardly a problem at all. [16:35:01] Yes... I suppose I should relax more. [16:38:51] Yes... Some cowards have ran, but there's no chance the usurpers will succeed. Not with the Blessed Isle's defenses. [16:39:13] * Lenoria nods. [16:40:09] I suppose we may be safe. From the Dragonlings, at least... [16:40:34] Everyone's been acting so odd recently. It's like they aren't even the same people anymore... [16:40:36] * Peotyr rubs Calenia's back, and kisses her. "Enough of that. I leave for Hollow tomorrow night to assist General Tiankol in that city's preparation." [16:40:43] Right. [16:40:51] * Lenoria kisses back, then gets up [16:41:19] Yes, they have changed. It's the stress. The first time the daytime rule's been challenged. [16:42:34] * Peotyr stretches, and yawns. "If things *do* crumble here, I want you to tell your automatons to protect our people and then leave. I'll be waiting for you in Hollow." [16:42:44] Right. [16:43:23] * Peotyr sleeps. [16:43:37] * Lenoria gets dressed. [16:46:49] * Here, the dream fades. The next dream (or is it a continuation of the last one?) brings with it a feeling of desperation. Denandsor has fallen to the former knights of the Realm, warstriders ambushing the Triumverate as they left the city's high temple during their morning prayers. Calenia barely escaped, and you've made it to Hollow, harried by the Dragonlings all the way. [16:48:24] * Lenoria is in Hollow, looking around anxiously. She looks like a mess, there's mud on her clothing, and she seems to have lost her hair ornament. Her fans are also missing, having been thrown at a charging Dragonling to slow him down. [16:49:22] * It was safe for a short time, but then the seige began, Peotyr becoming increasingly worried after being left in charge of the defenses. Tiankol has retreated to his manse, one of the bastions of defense in the center of the city, while his wife, Alike, stayed with him. Outside the walls, the seige is ongoing. [16:51:29] * Peotyr is dressed for war, his moonsilver talons clamped to his hands, the attatched bracers on his arms. "Cal... I'm so releived. I never thought it would come to this..." [16:51:46] I know, love... [16:53:55] It's the generals, damn their eyes. Kings of the bloody world, and they didn't even hear the rumblings from their foot soldiers. Even now, the damned general's cowering in his manse. His tomb. Tch! [16:54:21] * Lenoria shakes her head. [16:56:29] And now, my brothers and sisters run like cowards for the edge of Creation. Some damned kings we were. Maybe this was meant to happen, as the gods banished the Primordials... [16:57:37] * Peotyr hangs his head. "This is what it comes to. We may well be the last Celestials in Creation, you, I, the general and his wife. Trapped inside a doomed city, while our own servants rattle their spears outside." [16:57:46] * Charles is now known as Milly [16:57:56] Love... [16:58:16] Yes, my dearest? [16:58:44] Though we may fall, you know that we shall both return to this world. [16:59:11] If we fall, we shall be reunited again one day... [17:00:41] * Peotyr nods, and picks himself up. In the distance, there's a sound of a gate falling. "Yes. Try to save yourself, love. I may fall, but until Luna ceases to watch over the night, and the Unconquered Sun locks himself away, I will wait in Hollow." [17:00:56] * Lenoria nods... [17:01:00] I shall try as best I can [17:03:57] * Peotyr strides away, his form rippling and twisting into what seems like a gigantic, humanoid leopard, just shy of ten feet tall, rippling with muscles, and moving with an almost hypnotic grace. The first wave of Dragonlings hits him as a wave upon a shore, as he rends them limb from limb. Again, more Terrestrial Exalts fall upon him, and he begins to struggle under their numbers. [17:04:44] * Lenoria turns pale, then holds out her hand. She focuses.... [17:04:52] ( Pause a sec while I grab B3C? ) [17:04:59] (Feel free.) [17:09:19] ( Damn. A lot of these spells only target a single being. ) [17:10:15] (Or you could toss out a Big Frigger which may well explain the reality hole in the middle of Firewander, where the fight is taking place. ^^;; ) [17:10:23] ( Heh. ^_^; ) [17:11:20] ( Reality hole? ) [17:11:43] (There's some Pure Chaos sitting in the middle of Firewander for no good reason.) [17:11:59] ( ... uh huh. Large patch of Wyld? ) [17:12:25] (Don't know how large it is, but Pure Chaos is beyond Wyld.) [17:12:37] ( Ah. ) [17:12:54] ( Hm. not going with something that nasty. But I've figured out something. ) [17:14:44] * Lenoria pulls her hand back, then swings her hand forward as if punching someone in the face. As the punch finishes, all of those around Peotyr are knocked back and thrown to the ground, as if struck by a giant's blow. Though they may not be heavily damaged, this has likely sown chaos among their ranks, and provided Peotyr with some more time [17:16:07] ( Just think STar Wars episode 1 where Obi-Wan knocked those droids back, except this is a lot more ) [17:17:14] * Peotyr doesn't look back, but dives deeper into the mob, motioning you to run. There's a keening sound as, near you, thousands of whirling blades pick themselves up from the ground, locking Tiankol's manse, while the city falls in on itself. You wake in a cold sweat as you see your husband finally fall beneath the hordes of tiny godlings. [17:17:21] [Minisession End] Session Close: Sun Feb 02 19:27:15 2003