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| The Gelbaron Saga; The Original Story | |
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| Dark Jack | Feb 22 2009, 03:20 AM Post #31 |
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When Gerald heard Jey speak of another thing that he had not even concentrated his thoughts about, he made a movement with his jawbone as if to bite his lip... except it wielded no results beyong looking plain stupid, since he had no lip to bite, but it was still a habit that almost four hundred years as a lich had not been able to make him forget. He would have to be more careful, even with his thoughts, if this... person was capable of hearing even such quickly passing thoughts. "Yes, yes, this Meryc sounds very interesting," Gerald said, but in truth he was already starting to get bored with her insanity... until he realized what exactly her last sentence had been. With orbs in his eye sockets that flared with greed, Gerald stared at the sword in her hand, stunned. "Wait, you mean that your sword is the Galangdei?" he said, his voice barely more than a whisper as he was overwhelmed by awe. To even see one Forsaken Weapon during a lifetime was rare (and truth be told, Gerald had already had his fair share of lifetimes without seeing any of them), and to have one within one's reach was something that only happened to one out of a million... but now Gerald had no less than four of them just nearby! Perhaps he should endure the crazy girl for a bit longer, after all... "Say, who is this Meryc?" he asked, but remained unable to take his 'eyes' off the sword, "And where, exactly, did he obtain that... that magnificent sword?" |
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| Mercinus3 | Feb 22 2009, 10:57 AM Post #32 |
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S.I.N nodded at the small elf, and just simply nodded. ”At least that was something that Mercinus would be pleased to hear. He was the one who had noticed you were falling, and had sent me to try and prevent your fall. Perhaps you would thank him when you meet him.” As he tried to stand up from his kneeling state, the jagged metal plates started to rub against each other, causing them to create a screeching sound. Once he had reached his full height, he examined the state that he was in. ”Well… I guess that he’s going to tell me to head back to Terrubane and get repaired. Hmmm… Well… I guess I shall walk with you to see the mercenary himself…” He started to walk to where the rest of the group was camped. 30 minutes later, S.I.N had arrived at the makeshift camp. Mercinus looked up to see his robotic friend in a terrible state, and shot up. “S.I.N! Are you alright? How did you do those to yourself…” Before long, he had noticed that there was another person that was with the robot. Seeing that the figure was uninjured, he smiled, and packed his bed roll. “I see that our robot ally has saved you from your fall, though the cost of your rescue was very high. As much as I need him, he can’t carry on with us without repairs.” The robot nodded, and started walking back towards the Gateway, ready for his journey to Terrubane. Concerned for leaving his friend during a very important journey, the mercenary looked up at the elf, and smiled again. “Sorry about me waffling on. I am Mercinus Greyback, and I hail from the Beacon of Hope. This very group is on a journey to see the capital of Celbaron, Conuence. What would be your name, elf?” His tone was a warm and comforting, hoping to calm the small figure down from the frightening experience that she had. ------------------------------------ Inside the woods, near the foot of the Plains of Mercet, the scientist and MZ5205 watched the group, with Hunter looking from nearby, preparing a rifle for a shot. All of them chuckled, until a voice reached towards them. ”You just can’t seem to get away from Mercinus, can’t you, scientist?” everyone turned to see who had spoken it, just for the mysterious prophet to jump down from the branch that he had appeared on. ”I know that you are still in love with him, scientist, but his heart has gone to someone else. And this person is the one that history had prophesized. Don’t waste your time trying to get him to love you. MZ5205 charged forward, and slashed his axe across the prophet’s entire body. Even though the prophet had shown no signs of moving or acting to defend himself, he was hit by the project’s huge weapon, but was still alive. The only thing that had caught everyone’s attention was the fact that he was unscathed from the attack. Before the two hunters had time to question how he had survived the attack, and remained unscathed, the scientist laughed, and walked up to him. ”Well… I must say that I am impressed, Menza. Not only were you the one who had withstood the mightiest attack that the Dark Ancient had thrown at you, but you have returned onto this world as something else. Kudos to you. However… I must ask you this… how did you manage to turn yourself into the abomination that you are not?” The prophet Menza laughed. ”Right now… That is of no importance to you, nor is it something that I am willing to tell you, hag. All that you should know is that I am the only being in this world that is capable enough of not dying when the Dark Ancient changes Gelbaron to his demise. Mercinus might be able to live through the change, along with the rest of the group, but I am guaranteed to stay alive through it. Now… Before I go, I’ve got a message for you to tell Lord Sacremento personally. Tell him that Menza is still alive, and I am coming for his head, as long as Valhurth Eld’erro doesn’t get to him first. As of this moment in, I think that he is more powerful than the lord himself, and is capable of vaporizing him with ease. And another thing… I believe that one of his allies is not far from here… Gerald, if I can recall. He has seen 4 of the Forsaken Weapons. So… Only 9 of the 16 Forsaken Weapons have been found, and only 7 of them remain lost in the sands of time. Farewell… Scientist… Before the project could strike Menza again, the prophet had disappated into thin air, leaving behind a silver cloud. The scientist scowled at the disappearance of Menza, and turned towards Hunter. ”Is the shot ready to be fired?! She had snapped those words, as if he had lost her patience already, though the words form the prophet had stung her badly. The ex-mercenary only nodded. A smile crept across her face. ”Well… It seems that someone else has Mercinus now. Well… If I can’t have him, then no one will. Fire at him, and make sure that it hurts like hell.” The ex-mercenary smirked, and placed the butt of the rifle to his shoulder. As the scientist and MZ5205 left the area, and went back to overlook the set up, Hunter had his eye looking down the scope, and aimed the end of the barrel towards where the mercenary leader was. Smirking as he did it, he placed his index finger on the trigger, and aimed. ”At last… I get to be the one who kills the great Mercinus Greyback. I should have been the one who should have taken Damenth’s place, and not this pup." With the great anticipation of taking down the great warrior, he breathed out, and fired the rifle. Although the shot was a very long one, the ex-mercenary smirked again as the bullet had found its mark. He strapped the rifle back on his back, he turned, and ran back to the camp site. ------------------------------------ It wasn’t long before Mercinus was writhing in pain, as something very fast had hit him in the side. The bullet had smashed through the deep cut in his armour, and was now lodged in his side. Fresh blood was drawn from the new wound, and was running down both his flesh and his worn armour. Reaching to the bullet hole, he fell onto his side, and yelled out in pain. He had thought of one question before the pain had complete control of his mind. Who was the person that shot me? Edited by Mercinus3, Feb 22 2009, 10:57 AM.
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| Teslyn | Feb 22 2009, 11:55 AM Post #33 |
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There was a change of pace when Jey carelessly mentioned how he had acquired Galangdei. A change in the flow of thoughts, and (GeraldRiver-whowantstheworld wants Galangdei) Meryc was alert, he was ready. Jey tilted her vision upwards, and the sky turned red in her vision. When she faced Gerald River again, there were changes - some subtle, some not-so-subtle. That ever-present, childishly endearing and always-trusting smile had twisted into lazy smirk, so instead of seeming to say hi, i'm innocent, come play with me! it quite arrogantly said you should take care.... The feeling that some got when around Jey, the one that made it seem as if she would up and away at an instant's notice, because something shiny had caught her eye or she had seen someone else with stranger eyes, became focused and intense. When she faced Gerald River again, Meryc flicked Galangdei into a low guard position. "I am Meryc," was the answer to Gerald River's question. "And yes... Galangdei is indeed a magnificent sword," Meryc went on to say in cool agreement. Her strange eyes, which had before had an absent look, seemed to be almost burning. "So magnificent... that with it I could easily remove a crown from a lich who, perhaps, entertained thoughts of taking it...?" (Galangdei says he doesn't want to be taken, Jay added helpfully. (So you should tell Gerald-Riverwhowantstheworld that he shouldn't try to take Galangdei.) Edited by Teslyn, Feb 22 2009, 03:25 PM.
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| Wyrmling | Feb 22 2009, 01:52 PM Post #34 |
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”At least that was something that Mercinus would be pleased to hear. He was the one who had noticed you were falling, and had sent me to try and prevent your fall. Perhaps you would thank him when you meet him.” Alyre nodded and suppressed a wince as the construct got to its feet, causing a loud, grating squeal. At least one thing about it made sense: it was taking her to its master. Alyre wondered idly if the automaton's master was the wizard who had created it, or someone who bought it for gold. Her thoughts were interrupted when it spoke once more. ”Well… I guess that he’s going to tell me to head back to Terrubane and get repaired. Hmmm… Well… I guess I shall walk with you to see the mercenary himself…” The construct started walking away from the mountain, and Alyre followed curiously. Mercenary? I guess that means that this piece of machinery was sold to him... At least she wasn't climbing down that blasted mountain anymore. She wiped her palms on her breeches, trying to remove the last traces of her dangerous ordeal. After walking for several minutes, the slim elf began to feel the effects of the sun. The plains lacked the smothering humidity of the Garresch Rainforest, but she was unused to the beating sun. She had lived most of her long life in the shade of the forest's thick canopy, and her face began to burn uncomfortably. Alyre worked on distracting herself by wondering at what speed the automaton must have traveled to get to her before she hit the ground. She couldn't fathom anything moving that fast, and she shook her head in amazement. No wonder the thing had splattered all over the rock's face! She noticed gratefully that they had almost reached the figures that they had been walking towards for the past half hour. Smiling with relief, Alyre stopped behind the construct as it was addressed by what she assumed was its master. “S.I.N! Are you alright? How did you do those to yourself…” Alyre blinked owlishly as the mercenary seemed to notice her presence for the first time. Apparently the construct had a name, Sin, or some such thing. She turned her attention back to the mercenary, who she assumed to be Mercinus. “I see that our robot ally has saved you from your fall, though the cost of your rescue was very high. As much as I need him, he can’t carry on with us without repairs.” Alyre remained silent as the robot turned and headed back the way they had come, towards the Gateway. She was doubtful that the thing could make it back to the city, but Mercinus didn't seem overly worried, so she said nothing. “Sorry about me waffling on. I am Mercinus Greyback, and I hail from the Beacon of Hope. This very group is on a journey to see the capital of Celbaron, Conuence. What would be your name, elf?” he said, smiling in a friendly way. "I am Alyre Seerwater, Change Elf of the Fade Leaf clan, from the Garresch Rainforest. It pleases me to make your acquaintance, Mercinus Greyback," the small elf said politely. "I have made my way here for no other reason than to find adventure, for I am only on my eightieth year, and I've much yet to see." She rotated her shoulder, which was beginning to feel stiff and sore. Smiling apologetically, she said, "I think I must have bruised my shoulder when we collided with the mountain, and I am unused to such severe sun. Have you a healer amongst you?" Alyre nodded politely to the other people who were behind the mercenary, waiting for someone to introduce them. She glanced idly around the wide open space, still marveling over the sheer distance that one could see in the plains. She thought she caught movement in the forest some distance away, but couldn't make out anything definite. Though elves typically had good vision, Alyre's eyes were now used to the bright sun, and couldn't pierce the gloom. A moment later, a faint shot reached her ears, and Mercinus slumped to the ground, crying out. Alyre's eyes widened, and it took her only a split second to realize what had happened. He's been shot! She bent over the wounded warrior and began to remove his armor, wondering how this would help since she had absolutely zero experience with treating serious injuries. Once the metal was removed, she peeled his blood-soaked clothing aside and grimaced with dismay. The wound was deep and messy, and she had absolutely no idea what to do about it. Looking frantically at the mercenary's companions, Alyre gasped desperately, "What do we do?!?" |
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| Oracle | Feb 22 2009, 02:03 PM Post #35 |
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After seeing your brother fight by my side during the Destruction of Terrubane, I would not want to see the end of his blade.” Brodin chuckled as well, "If it had been any lesser man than you Mercinus, they would meet that blade. Sindra is the only thing on this earth I value as much as my own life. Do not forsake her. I would hate to fight you." He had seen the man fight as well, and knew his sister could be in no better protection. ”It is good to see the Descendant to the Master of Light going along with what destiny has planned for him.” Sindra's attention was snagged away as Mercinus stepped away toward the silvery looking man that appeared out of thin air. Suddenly fearful of such a great power she too drew her sword. The man only talked however, and her sword fell to her side when it became apparent he was non violent. She listened patiently to the conversation along with Brodin. An icy chill ran down her spine when he foretold the demise of one of the members of the group. He had just mentioned the great bond between herself and Mercinus, it was likely they would not be the ones to fall. That left Valhurth, Saninan and her brother. Surely not Brodin, a lump seized her chest and would not let go. Grabbing hold of his arm, she looked into her siblings eyes, "As I live it shall not be you who falls." He smiled that same old confident grin she remembered so well, "Never fear Sindra, I can defend myself adequately." When Mercinus turned they joined him and journied the short distance to the resting camp. Just as they returned there was the sound of rockfall on the mountain. Heeding Mercinus' advice she began helping to set up an area for whoever was injured. She was relieved some time later to see both S.I.N and an Elf returning, though her concern increased when she saw the damage to S.I.N. This wasn't good, he was valuable to the party. Without his aid they would run into countless areas without warning of what was there. Her thoughts drifted as Mercinus welcomed the young girl. Was S.I.N the fallen one the man in silver spoke of? Again she looked at Brodin, and a sense of foreboding filled her. She had only just found him, the gods would not be so cruel. She chided herself, and let the feeling slip away as unwarranted. She was shocked back to the present by the commotion around Mercinus. The Elf had pulled away Mercinus' armor, and exposed his wound. Something welled up in Sindra that she had not known she even possessed. Her icy blue eyes turned thunderous, fear rampaged through her heart. Not Mercinus! He could not be the one to fall. Out of control, her eyes pierced through the Elf, there was no room for kindness, she was simply in the way, "Move...Now." There was more than fear in her heart when she said it, but she was not ashamed of the jealousy. Mercinus was her heart, he was for her hands alone. It was presumptuous for another to touch him. As soon as Alyre had moved, Sindra dropped to Mercinus' side. "My love, how I wish we had gotten your new vest on. This would not have happened." She turned to her brother, "Brodin I need you to hold him still." She laid her hand on her lovers brow, "It will hurt but I must get the bullet out." Once, Brodin had him held still Sindra pulled the stiletto from her boot. Without further stalling she had slipped it into the wound till she found the offending piece of metal. Forcing herself to a calm state she eased it closer to the entry point. As soon as she saw it she plucked it away with her fingers and tossed it onto the dirt. Placing her hand over the wound, tears welled in her eyes that his blood had again been shed. "Brodin, my sack," she jerked her head, "I need the balm, and bring some of those bandages on the blanket too." With her head bowed she muttered a chant, the belt filling her with it's power. Cold seeped from her hand numbing the wound, and staunching the flow of blood. A few moments later she had him bandaged. Scooting forward she lifted his torso from the ground, delicately laying his head and shoulder on her lap. "My love, would it be too much to ask that you stop getting hurt?" A smile was on her lips, but the rest of her expression spoke of great pain. "I cannot bear to see you suffer." Edited by Oracle, Feb 22 2009, 03:57 PM.
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| Wyrmling | Feb 22 2009, 04:40 PM Post #36 |
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Alyre stumbled aside, still numb with shock, as the only woman in the group ordered her aside and bent to deal with Mercinus' wound. She wondered why the group healer should be so rude when healing another's wound, but realized why when she saw the expression on the woman's face. It was seething with fear... and jealousy. Ah, she thought. She cares for him. Alyre had never experienced such emotions herself, but several decades of living amongst countless others had allowed her to learn much about human behaviour. She watched with interest as the woman dug the bullet out of the mercenary's wound with her dagger, and then sealed it with magic. Her magic was cold and pure, and reminded Alyre vaguely of water. Though water magic was often used for healing, the small elf had never seen magic so cold. Perhaps this person had come from Galacteo, the frozen continent to the north that she had heard of in bards' tales. Glancing back towards the forest, Alyre searched for movement to make sure that no more bullets would be forthcoming. She saw nothing, and her instincts told her that whoever had shot the bullet was long gone. If they had been out for a full assault on the group, she was sure that Mercinus would not be the only one currently lying on the ground. The dark-haired elf turned her attention back on the group, surveying the other members. She noticed a large man who bore a strong resemblance to the woman... probably a brother or a cousin. There were also two other men, who she made a mental note to get to know later. When she turned her attention back to Mercinus and the woman, she noticed that she was speaking softly to him. It looked like she was done tending his injury, but Alyre didn't want to interrupt anything private. Deciding that apologies could wait until later, the elf strolled over to talk with the woman's kin. "Greetings, I am Alyre Seerwater, Change Elf of the Garresch Rainforest Fade Leaf clan," she said, extending her hand open and palm-up. "I'm glad to make your acquaintance, and am sorry if my appearance has caused you any trouble. May I know to whom I have the honour of speaking?" The elf had to crane her neck to look up at the man, who was several inches taller than her own 5'2" height. She smiled a friendly but unsure smile that was her usual response to new people. With her other hand, she flicked a few loose strands of hair from her face, internally cursing the bright sun as even the light contact stung her skin. Edited by Wyrmling, Feb 22 2009, 06:41 PM.
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| Dark Jack | Feb 23 2009, 04:26 AM Post #37 |
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Once again this odd girl surprised Gerald, this time by suddenly changing upon his realization of the fact that she was in possession of the Galangdei. The changes were subtle, but as a necromancer that had spent nearly four full centuries trying to figure out a way to bring back his family with no trauma after having been dead for equally long time, Gerald had become somewhat an expert at noticing even the slightest changes in both physical ways and personalitywise, and he was certain that there was a considerable change here. Actually, her personality changed in degrees that almost suggested... that she was more than one person? Meryc... of course... The very thought unsettled Gerald. Whereas the person the girl had been he had first met was utterly insane and potentially dangerous to her surroundings, Gerald had a feeling that this... other one, this Meryc was cold and calculating, aggressive and very protective towards the Forsaken Weapon in his... her... their possession. Perhaps not as likely to spontaniously attack Gerald as the other one, but far more dangerous if he was provoked, not to mention that he knew of the only way to disable a lich. And, on top of that, Gerald had a distinct feeling that he could not manipulate this one. He would have to be even more careful. "Of course I thought of taking it," Gerald shrugged, but the shrug proved a little too much for his left shoulder, which simply popped out of the joint and let the arm drop to the ground. After having hastily picked it up and reconnected it to the shoulder, he faced Jey/Meryc once again, "Only a fool would not think of taking such a powerful artifact? I am, however, too clever to actually attempt to do so. I am hardly a match for you, especially considering that you wield a Forsaken Weapon, and all I have his my knowledge and my staff. Rest assured that I will try nothing of the sorts..." There was a cunning flash in Gerald's eye-orbs. "But if you find the Forsaken Weapons as fascinating as I do, perhaps you would be interested in obtaining another, oh, let's say three of them?" |
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| Teslyn | Feb 23 2009, 06:48 AM Post #38 |
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"I do not have ambitions like you do, lich," Meryc said. She was not accusing him - she had ambitions, as did everyone, even insane little Jey - merely stating a fact. A difference in perspectives. Her head tilted, an action much like Jey's but for a reason. She was assessing the lich - but not his physical features, but his mind. She wielded her power with much more control and subtlety than Jey, who picked up fleeting thoughts and unconsciously mentioned them - She laughed, the sound soft and quiet and amused, very much like Lady Jeyne si Eldara whom she was no longer. The lich didn't even bother trying to hide his ambitions, and coolly brushed off the fact that he had indeed intended to take Galangdei. He didn't try to lie to her - which was really the most idiotic thing you could do to Meryc - but instead told the blunt, honest truth. And that was the way Meryc liked it. "You are right, Gerald River. I cannot be manipulated easily; but I will tell you this much. In a very broad manner of speaking, Galangdei is to me like that crown is to you. It is the only weapon of interest to me, but..." There was that shift again; Jey stared at the sky to be sure - it was blueblueblue just like Meryc said her eyes used to be - and Meryc only ever came out when he was angry or irritated or thought Jey was in danger and Jey wasn't in danger because there was just one man-really-not-a-man before her. So then it meant that Meryc had been angry, which made Jey laugh a little and also a little confused because when Meryc was angry, mostly breathingpeople didn't stay breathingpeople. But then -- GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld was not a breathingpeople. "You made Meryc angry," Jey said with a touch of awe. "And you are still walkingwalking -- but Meryc hates people, -- you gotta be careful with Meryc, because he's insane -- and yes, yes I want to paint -- your friends who have your Galangdeis?" |
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| Dark Jack | Feb 23 2009, 09:45 AM Post #39 |
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The creature(s) seemed to accept Gerald's reasoning, which meant that Gerald was finally succeeding in keeping his thoughts to himself, although it took some effort, since it was not everyday he got to socialize with mindreaders. What Gerald had told the one who referred to itself as Meryc had been true, he longed to own Galangdei, like all the other Forsaken Weapons, and he did not intend to face this... multi-person to get it, but at some point it would be his. If nothing else, this Jey/Meryc still aged and would eventually die... Gerald did not. He had all of the eternity at his disposal. What did bother Gerald was the cryptic comparement between Meryc and Galangdei and Gerald's crown. Did the Meryc-thing mean that Galangdei meant as much to him as Gerald's own infinite existence did, or did he mean it more literally... that his soul had actually been stored inside the sword, and as long as Jey/Meryc held on to it, they would be immortal? That would complicate matters significantly. However, quite suddenly, it seemed that the Meryc-thing retreated and the Jey-personality took over again, because next time Jey/Meryc spoke, it was in the confusing non-structured way that she had done before, and she spoke of Meryc in third person. "I don't worry too much about Meryc," Gerald said with his everlasting skeletal grin, "I feel that he and I may have more in common than we realize." It took a moment before Gerald realized what the final part of her almost meaningless babble meant. "Oh yes, of course. The people with more Forsaken Weapons, like your Galangdei, should indead be used to paint. I am unfortunately unable to do so myself, but you, Galangdei and Meryc should stand quite a better chance." And should she fail, I would still get a Forsaken Weapon and a corpse to reanimate, he added in the part of his thoughts which he kept hidden from her mind-reading. Mana could be used for many and great things... if one knew how to use it, and what it was. |
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| Teslyn | Feb 23 2009, 12:13 PM Post #40 |
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"Cause if you move the crown will fallfallfall offa your head and -- swoosh!! A pile of ashes. 'Leastways Meryc says so, but Meryc's insane -- so who really listens to him?" She nodded as if she understood why she was going alone - she liked painting alone better anyways - but Meryc, for some reason Meryc was unhappy. Terribly so - unhappy Meryc told her to say what she said next because he was unhappy and maybe a little something else that Jey wasn't sure. "Meryc says that -- just wants you to know -- well, I don't get it, maybe you will, 'cause maybe you're insane -" she paused, furrowed her brows as though she were listening and trying to understand, and then huffed, apparently coming to a conclusion - "Meryc says," she began and paused, "says that when he said" another pause, as though she were simply repeating what someone else was saying "Galangdei was like the crownycrown " - another pause - "he meant me -- me, probably because I'm sane -- " another pause, this one longer "because Galangdei and I go together?" She frowned, rocking back and forth on her heels as she thought that over, before coming to a simple conclusion - "Well of course, silly Meryc, Galangdei and I have always been together!" |
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