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I remember seeing this movie once, where this little green dude said, "Do, or Do Not. There is no Try." Of course, that may just have been an hallucination. Shrooms are known to do that......


"I hate to bring the topic back around to other unpleasant subjects, but we do need to think of some way to deal with Daelemos. Great Erl, Tree Emperor, Meg, do any of you know of a good way to trick a dragon into giving up its treasure?"


lynora-Jill wrote:
"I hate to bring the topic back around to other unpleasant subjects, but we do need to think of some way to deal with Daelemos. Great Erl, Tree Emperor, Meg, do any of you know of a good way to trick a dragon into giving up its treasure?"

Frogskin flashes in again.

"I know of no way to trick a dragon like that. I doubt it is possible. Could you not make a deal with him? Find out why he want them, anyways. Perhaps he hopes to use their power? In which case, we could give him something of equal or greater power."


Jay Frogskin wrote:


"I know of no way to trick a dragon like that. I doubt it is possible. Could you not make a deal with him? Find out why he want them, anyways. Perhaps he hopes to use their power? In which case, we could give him something of equal or greater power."

"What do you expect me to do, Jay? Offer to elevate him to godhood? I'm not sure I could even if I wanted to. I'm not really a normal sort of deity."


Crap! - now I remember why I should have gone to the Grove. I had one of those simple-yet-paradoxically-difficult solutions that I can't mention because I'm not here to hear this conversation. Phooey..... :P


The omniportal flares to life as Devlyn enters the Grove of Ancients. He makes his way to the center of the grove, calling out to Jack Hammer, Azuri'ith and the others before entering:

"Visiting hours aren't over yet, are they?"


"It is good to see you again Devlyn," LJ speaks to him through the Green. He can hear her voice clearly, but not see her as there is currently nothing to see. "We were just discussing strategy. You know the usual," she added with a little laugh.


The Dalesman wrote:

The omniportal flares to life as Devlyn enters the Grove of Ancients. He makes his way to the center of the grove, calling out to Jack Hammer, Azuri'ith and the others before entering:

"Visiting hours aren't over yet, are they?"

Hanging upside-down from a low tree branch, Lk greets Devlyn, grinning.

"Don't worry about visiting hours D, everyone is still here, worry about the dragon!"


"Worrying about the dragon is exactly what we're doing right now," she says, amused.


lynora-Jill wrote:
"It is good to see you again Devlyn," LJ speaks to him through the Green. He can hear her voice clearly, but not see her as there is currently nothing to see. "We were just discussing strategy. You know the usual," she added with a little laugh.

"It's good to hear your voice again, LJ. Though I seem to be getting a lot of voices in my head today," he chuckles.


The Dalesman wrote:


"It's good to hear your voice again, LJ. Though I seem to be getting a lot of voices in my head today," he chuckles.

"Do we need to start worrying about your sanity?" she teases.


Little Kiba wrote:
The Dalesman wrote:

The omniportal flares to life as Devlyn enters the Grove of Ancients. He makes his way to the center of the grove, calling out to Jack Hammer, Azuri'ith and the others before entering:

"Visiting hours aren't over yet, are they?"

Hanging upside-down from a low tree branch, Lk greets Devlyn, grinning.

"Don't worry about visiting hours D, everyone is still here, worry about the dragon!"

"I'm not that easy to sneak up on, youngblood" Devlyn says as taps his nose and winks at Kiba, giving him a gentle nudge as he goes by to make him swing a bit.


lynora-Jill wrote:
The Dalesman wrote:


"It's good to hear your voice again, LJ. Though I seem to be getting a lot of voices in my head today," he chuckles.
"Do we need to start worrying about your sanity?" she teases.

"Always," he says with a rakish smile. "So - what do we know about this grand drake and his reasons for doing this."

Just saying that Devlyn gets the info is fine for me. Saves time and keytstrokes. :)


The Dalesman wrote:

"So - what do we know about this grand drake and his reasons for doing this."

Just saying that Devlyn gets the info is fine for me. Saves time and keytstrokes. :)

LJ fills him in on what little information they have on Daelemos.


lynora-Jill wrote:
The Dalesman wrote:

"So - what do we know about this grand drake and his reasons for doing this."

Just saying that Devlyn gets the info is fine for me. Saves time and keytstrokes. :)

LJ fills him in on what little information they have on Daelemos.

Hooray Knowledge Dump :)

"Okay - can draw on the power of multiple Elements, massive ego, bores easily, likes to play one-ups with his 'family'. Well, if he's got the most stars of the two of them, maybe it's good enough to just help give him bragging rights. Acknowledge that he won the collection game fair and square, and now he doesn't really need them anymore. If he most graciously bequeathes them to us he can say that his magnanimity helped restore a nascent goddess to this world. That's a pretty nice feather to stick in one's cap, if you keep track of those kind of things..."


The Dalesman wrote:


"Okay - can draw on the power of multiple Elements, massive ego, bores easily, likes to play one-ups with his 'family'. Well, if he's got the most stars of the two of them, maybe it's good enough to just help give him bragging rights. Acknowledge that he won the collection game fair and square, and now he doesn't really need them anymore. If he most graciously bequeathes them to us he can say that his magnanimity helped restore a nascent goddess to this world. That's a pretty nice feather to stick in one's cap, if you keep track of those kind of things..."

"Sort of a you're the biggest baddest dragon and we couldn't possibly have done it without your help sort of thing? It has merit, but what if he really just wants the satisfaction of having them? As in so big and bad that he even has a goddess in his collection kind of mentality."


lynora-Jill wrote:
"Sort of a you're the biggest baddest dragon and we couldn't possibly have done it without your help sort of thing? It has merit, but what if he really just wants the satisfaction of having them? As in so big and bad that he even has a goddess in his collection kind of mentality."

Devlyn rubs his chin thoughtfully.

"Good point. On the other hand, the hassle of neophytes and zealots always barging in, trying to take them would get annoying. Or worse, they set up an enclave outside his lair. It could be darn hard to sleep with that kind of racket outside."


The Dalesman wrote:
lynora-Jill wrote:
"Sort of a you're the biggest baddest dragon and we couldn't possibly have done it without your help sort of thing? It has merit, but what if he really just wants the satisfaction of having them? As in so big and bad that he even has a goddess in his collection kind of mentality."

Devlyn rubs his chin thoughtfully.

"Good point. On the other hand, the hassle of neophytes and zealots always barging in, trying to take them would get annoying. Or worse, they set up an enclave outside his lair. It could be darn hard to sleep with that kind of racket outside."

"Yes, I'm sure even the hungriest dragon would get tired of eating zealots after a few decades," she said dryly, "but I'd like to be restores a little sooner than that."


lynora-Jill wrote:
"Yes, I'm sure even the hungriest dragon would get tired of eating zealots after a few decades," she said dryly, "but I'd like to be restores a little sooner than that."

"That's my point. Avoid all that hassle - give the stars to us and let us deal with all those 'headaches' so he doesn't have to be bothered."

And I'm out for the weekend. My RL game is tonight, and our apartment's AC has just fried itself. I smell disaster on the wind.... :(

A Happy and Safe Memorial Day to All :)


Dinner delivered in a variety of flavours on a regular basis to your doorstep is supposed to be a hassle???
Starts smacking lips in anticipation...


lynora-Jill wrote:
The Dalesman wrote:
lynora-Jill wrote:
"Sort of a you're the biggest baddest dragon and we couldn't possibly have done it without your help sort of thing? It has merit, but what if he really just wants the satisfaction of having them? As in so big and bad that he even has a goddess in his collection kind of mentality."

Devlyn rubs his chin thoughtfully.

"Good point. On the other hand, the hassle of neophytes and zealots always barging in, trying to take them would get annoying. Or worse, they set up an enclave outside his lair. It could be darn hard to sleep with that kind of racket outside."
"Yes, I'm sure even the hungriest dragon would get tired of eating zealots after a few decades," she said dryly, "but I'd like to be restores a little sooner than that."

"Hmm. One sec." Frogskin grabs a scroll and pen from his pack and starts writing. He vanishes. A few seconds later, he reappears, still writing. Then he disappears again. This goes on for a few minutes, til he finally puts down the pen.

"Alright, this may do the trick." He hands the letter to Devlyn and then vanishes again.
Spoiler:
Dragon Lord Daelemos,
We congratulate and thank you for deigning to collect the pieces of the goddess of song. We understand that it is quite an honor for Daelemos himself to take interest. The pieces which you have so easily collected had eluded us, and believe me, many heads connected with walls when we saw how simple a matter it was for you.
These pieces, as you know, are vital in the return of Lynora. We would deeply appreciate it if you would aid in her return, by sending us these pieces. We would be willing to reward you, of course, but perhaps a greater reward would be the prestige: You will have brought a god cast down by the forces of chaos and madness into power, which could be vital in the fate of the Board. You will have, in short, directly altered the Board. I doubt many other dragons can say the same, certainly not your 'rivals'--if they can be called that. We have researched these 'rivals', and while they are certainly far from weak, they are hardly equal to a more powerful lord such as yourself.
The pieces are almost useless in their present state, and any power you may derive form them will be easy to destroy. The favors of a goddess are not. Not to mention, minions of chaos will constantly be breaking down your door to destroy the stars, and then you will have gained nothing but a broken-down door. Consider this offer, please. Contact me in any way you deem fitting.
--Jay Frogskin, Champion of the Boards


Limited though her conventional senses of the natural world may be, Lynora-Jill senses something bad storming across the plains of roleplaying towards the grove long before the others have any inkling.


Chance Encounter wrote:

Limited though her conventional senses of the natural world may be, Lynora-Jill senses something bad storming across the plains of roleplaying towards the grove long before the others have any inkling.

"There is...something. Something bad. It is coming this way. I can feel it through the Green."


Night, more magnificent and terrible than when it struck Lynora-Jill apart by accident during the battle, streams across the plains, and over the grove.
The trees of the grove shake, the fey in particular are struck by a strange terror, and queer* blue lights flicker and dance.
Then the night drives on.

* In the non-slang sense. Sad that times and language change such that I feel the need to add this explanatory footnote.


"There is some trouble at the Eyrie. I must go. I will return once things are settled again there."


Arielle whimpered and curled up at the base of Yggdrasil, essentially trying to hug the tree, when the darkness flew overhead.


"There, there, little one. It's over. It's gone now. There's no need to cry. We will keep you safe."

This was one of the moments it was hardest not having a body.


Arielle wrote:
Arielle whimpered and curled up at the base of Yggdrasil, essentially trying to hug the tree, when the darkness flew overhead.

JH strokes Arielle's hair, trying to sooth her.

"Now, now, little one. Life is full of things, both light and dark. We are safe here."


Jack Hammer wrote:


JH strokes Arielle's hair, trying to sooth her.

"Now, now, little one. Life is full of things, both light and dark. We are safe here."

"But it was the big scary dragon from my bad dreams, Daddy. Only it isn't a dream. It's real."


Arielle wrote:
Jack Hammer wrote:


JH strokes Arielle's hair, trying to sooth her.

"Now, now, little one. Life is full of things, both light and dark. We are safe here."

"But it was the big scary dragon from my bad dreams, Daddy. Only it isn't a dream. It's real."

"But it left you alone, didn't it? You musn't be afraid. We're here for you."


Jack Hammer wrote:


"But it left you alone, didn't it? You musn't be afraid. We're here for you."

"I'll try not to be afraid, Daddy," she said, clutching him tightly, trembling like a leaf.


Arielle wrote:
Jack Hammer wrote:


"But it left you alone, didn't it? You musn't be afraid. We're here for you."
"I'll try not to be afraid, Daddy," she said, clutching him tightly, trembling like a leaf.

"There's my big girl. Look, Meg is scared too. Maybe you can be brave for her too."

Meg hides beneath one of the roots of Yggdrasil.


Jack Hammer wrote:


"There's my big girl. Look, Meg is scared too. Maybe you can be brave for her too."

Meg hides beneath one of the roots of Yggdrasil.

Arielle tries really hard to look brave for Meg. "It's okay, Meg. You can come out now. The scary dragon is gone now," she said through trembling lips.


Arielle wrote:
Jack Hammer wrote:


"There's my big girl. Look, Meg is scared too. Maybe you can be brave for her too."

Meg hides beneath one of the roots of Yggdrasil.

Arielle tries really hard to look brave for Meg. "It's okay, Meg. You can come out now. The scary dragon is gone now," she said through trembling lips.

Meg tentatively looks out, and scurries to Areille's lap, still trembling.


To Lynora-Jill:
There is a clunking noise, and then a sound as of something being tapped, followed by:
*Greetings. Have I made contact? *
This is a sort of telepathic broadcast directed at her.


Saruman the Wise wrote:

To Lynora-Jill:

There is a clunking noise, and then a sound as of something being tapped, followed by:
*Greetings. Have I made contact? *
This is a sort of telepathic broadcast directed at her.

"Yes, you have. But who is this? Do I know you?"


Jack Hammer wrote:


Meg tentatively looks out, and scurries to Areille's lap, still trembling.

Arielle gently strokes Meg's fur, humming the song that the shinies sing to her. Her Mommy's song makes her feel calmer.


To Lynora:
*Probably not milady. This is the first time I have so made contact with an even partially defunct deity in such a manner. This is a very exciting breathrough.*
There is a pause.
*You do not wish to hear of my advancements of the fields of arcane knowledge, however, I suspect. A couple of times I advised the Eighth Runelord, before he got all hoity-toity after some poor twits got his lady-love killed and he went off to the Realms of Dream to put himself out of the way of the temptation to do someone a mischief. I'm unclear if you were acquainted with him or not. *


Saruman the Wise wrote:

To Lynora:

*Probably not milady. This is the first time I have so made contact with an even partially defunct deity in such a manner. This is a very exciting breathrough.*
There is a pause.
*You do not wish to hear of my advancements of the fields of arcane knowledge, however, I suspect. A couple of times I advised the Eighth Runelord, before he got all hoity-toity after some poor twits got his lady-love killed and he went off to the Realms of Dream to put himself out of the way of the temptation to do someone a mischief. I'm unclear if you were acquainted with him or not. *

"Yes, I remember the Eighth Runelord. He sent his goblin minions to help us on more than one occasion. I was not aware that he was mourning such a loss. I am so very sorry to hear that."


To Lynora:
*Anyhow, my given name is Saruman, modestly also styled 'the Wise'. I had a colleague or four, a while back, but they proved alas to lack my foresight, and in one manner or another have all fallen by the wayside. But I have contacted you in the hope that if anything should go wrong that such is your state that it will not matter much in the way to the world. I do not want to know names. I repeat, I absolutely am NOT interested in names. Names are dangerous, as past experience has painfully demonstrated. However, I have contacted you to inquire if - whilst you were an active deity - there was ever a moment when you had a sense of anything outside. It may sound ridiculous I know, and it's rather difficult for me to explain exactly what I mean. But, nagging away at the edge of your divine consciousness, did you ever have a feeling of being watched by anything - from beyond the confines of the multiverse, I suppose, is the best way to define it. Or if not watched, then did you ever have a sense of anything simply there? I repeat, please no names for such things. *


Saruman the Wise wrote:

To Lynora:

*Anyhow, my given name is Saruman, modestly also styled 'the Wise'. I had a colleague or four, a while back, but they proved alas to lack my foresight, and in one manner or another have all fallen by the wayside. But I have contacted you in the hope that if anything should go wrong that such is your state that it will not matter much in the way to the world. I do not want to know names. I repeat, I absolutely am NOT interested in names. Names are dangerous, as past experience has painfully demonstrated. However, I have contacted you to inquire if - whilst you were an active deity - there was ever a moment when you had a sense of anything outside. It may sound ridiculous I know, and it's rather difficult for me to explain exactly what I mean. But, nagging away at the edge of your divine consciousness, did you ever have a feeling of being watched by anything - from beyond the confines of the multiverse, I suppose, is the best way to define it. Or if not watched, then did you ever have a sense of anything simply there? I repeat, please no names for such things. *

"Yes, of course. It is my duty to guard the borders. I have, as a result, noticed several somethings 'outside'. My greatest fear is how many something have found their way inside while I have been confined and unable to perform my duties."


To Lynora-Jill:
*Excellent, excellent. Well it is evidently not excellent that such things may exist, but it is useful to add one more correlation to the set of data which I am currently collecting. Thank you very much. You have been most helpful. *
He's a little bit in the position of Van Helsing in the original novel version of Dracula, collecting facts and data to assemble a verdict on what is going on.


Saruman the Wise wrote:

To Lynora-Jill:

*Excellent, excellent. Well it is evidently not excellent that such things may exist, but it is useful to add one more correlation to the set of data which I am currently collecting. Thank you very much. You have been most helpful. *
He's a little bit in the position of Van Helsing in the original novel version of Dracula, collecting facts and data to assemble a verdict on what is going on.

"I am glad I was able to be of help. You're obviously something of a scholar, sir. Would you possibly have any advice on how to wrest a treasure from a dragon that does not wish to part with it? I mean, aside from feats of arms. That is not exactly an option in this case."

She knows it's a long shot, but she's pretty much asking everyone who comes through at this point.


To Lynora-Jill:
* You mean you may need it alive for some reason? * (At present he's assuming that that would be the principle reason Lynora-Jill, with her allies, would not resort to arms.) * Well employing another dragon to find some draconic way to take it off them would be risky at best, since that dragon might then not want to give the item in question up, so the most obvious option is offer it something even more rare, unique, and valuable to it than the current item, and pile on copious quantities of flattery - the more the better. There are occasional wyrms which don't like compliments, and trying it on a paranoid dragon or one which thinks that you're secretly making fun of it is a BAD idea, but most dragons will sit there all day listening to someone telling them how great they are, so long as the speaker delivers the words in a reasonably convincing manner, and the dragon is sufficiently well fed. *
Don't know if that helps you.


To Lynora-Jill:
* Got to go, if you'll excuse me. There's a flying carpet salesman at the door. *
There is a whine, followed by a tinny clunk and contact is broken.


The Night Dragon wrote:

Night, more magnificent and terrible than when it struck Lynora-Jill apart by accident during the battle, streams across the plains, and over the grove.

The trees of the grove shake, the fey in particular are struck by a strange terror, and queer* blue lights flicker and dance.
Then the night drives on.

* In the non-slang sense. Sad that times and language change such that I feel the need to add this explanatory footnote.

Lk, up in his tree, has shifted to his hybrid form out of pure instinct and is snarling at the sky. It takes him a while to calm down and begin to change back into a child.

"Stupid dragon and it's fake night. Calm down tree-friend, it is passed."

He has placed his hand on a tree trunk, and holds it there for a moment. The he leans against the tree and watches to sky above the forest.


The trees rustle as if a gale disturbs them. The forest animals run for their burrows

Evil stirs yet again as the cycle turns once more The Great Erl mutters


Great Erl wrote:

The trees rustle as if a gale disturbs them. The forest animals run for their burrows

Evil stirs yet again as the cycle turns once more The Great Erl mutters

the slumbering form of E7 is awakened by the disturbance. "Is it just me, or has the Cycle accelerated?"

"Why hello, earth friends."


Over the ancient forest a small light flies, heading straight for Arielle. As it draws near it is a small songbird made of crystals , the sunlight reflecting off of it in a rainbow of colors. Landing on a root near the girl the songbird begins to sing happily.

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