| Jarlath
"Wait, I recognize that spell...." I mutter, realizing something. While powerful, that particular spell that has changed the appearance of this Princess Exotica, it is rather short ranged! Being that the dragon (assuming that that is who is the caster) isn't here in front of us can only mean..... A shouted magical phrase blasts a hole through the wall where the glyph was located. The princess screams as the bolt blasts by her.....harmlessly. Glyph destroyed, we also see beyond the man sized hole..... The goggle eyed dragon (who apparently didn't think that mere humans could weald magic strong enough to do that to his lovely lair's walls) is staring out at us, along with a contingent of what I take as the dragon's minions..... Mercenaries willing to sell their sword to whoever shall pay..... All of whom I take hadn't figured on somebody not bothering to thread their maze, but instead blast rigtht through to the heart of the matter! "Die!" Annafrid screams, charging along with the rest of us into battle. Time to end this.... A bit later, a bit banged up and bruised.... Joan "Good work," I smile over at the others as I stroke the decapitated head of this cavern's former owner, "Would have had a much harder for me alone." "Glad to be able to help, sis!" Jarlath mugs, smiling. I frown a little bit, then chuckle. Ever since hearing that word from one of those Earth sitcoms, he'd been teasing me with it ever since. I prefer the word "sister" to "sis" because it sounded more....dignified..... "Anyway, you shan't be making any more trouble," I sigh, looking down at the large reptilian face who's forever frozen in shock. Our initial attack (spell and dragonbane weapon) had been initially directed at him, since he was by far the most dangerous opponent in the room. The rest of the battle was just as fierce, if a bit longer in time length, but here we are.....alive. Over in the corner, there they are, dead! I like them dead..... Hate mercenaries..... Now I had my proof of the dragon's death as well as been able to help rescue the daughter of the King.... Turning out to be a rather good day.... We introduce ourselves to her (who'd been looking sadly over at us from where she still had been chained, sure that we'd have to be put to death for the sake of the Treaty) and now she keeps staring at me... "You are kidding, right?" she finally asks, looking at me, "You're the long lost Lord Fred?!" "Call myself Joan now," I gently correct her, "But....yes." As expected, the death of one of their own is detected by the Dragons, who send out an envoy to access the situation along with a envoy from the Great Kingdom. Both are initially skeptical of my claims at to whom I am, but then are aghast to find that Princess Exotica is here instead of with her supposed human kidnappers. Seems that the Dragon of the Souther Caverns (got his name stripped by his fellow Dragons when he got interdicted by them) had been able to hide his role in her kidnapping. I fear what he'd eventually had done. Have a few dark ideas, but the truth is now beyond reach..... Somewhat subdued (and wondering what the political fallout from this will be), the dragon flies us all directly to the one place where all this can be straightened out, ASAP! Needless to say, the King is rather glad to hear of his daughter return despite her ebony form (his mages are working on restoring her to her rightful form....but some are whispering about it perhaps being permanent). He's also heartened by the news of the Dragon of the Southern Cavern's death, but...... ....he is naturally taken aback by me. A woman warrior. A woman who claims to be Frederigo D'HOnaire (now callinging herself "Joan" D'Honaire). Naturally, despite protests by the dragon diplomat there that such isn't necessary (the circumstances surrounding the kidnapping of royalty by one of their own is making the Dragons nervous on how the Humans will react), I insist on being Tested. It will prove beyond doubt who I am to the people I know shall be coming soon.... Much later... I groan as I open my eyes..... The Tests were even worse than rumors made them out to be, but as I see from the consternated looks on the mages faces.....that they now know who I am. Good, considering that if they thought I was a faker I and the others would be....in serious trouble. They help me off of the stone slab I have been upon for the past few dozen hours, and out into the room adjoining this. Belinda and her parents are in one corner, happy to be together again. Before me....are the parents who thought me dead, along with the rest of my family. All still look.....haggered and shell shocked..... "You might have noticed a few....changes in your son," Jarlath says off to the side, "But I believe that some people will be able to help you adjust....as well as show you the rest of the family....and the grandchildren's pictures. "Grandchildren?" my mother asks, eyes lighting up despite herself. "It involves a little trip....that could include some trade talks later on if you wish," Astra begins, pulling out the Key that Jarlath had given her.
Moments later on Terra Prime Earth, near what would be called Stonehenge..... Duke Drederigo D'Honaire, Lady Champlaine, and their analogous kin, have come to this world in order to lead a team of diplomats in establishing limited trade and such between their two worlds. Such is allowed by the treaty that Terra Prime has with the Military (the exact mechanics unimportant right now), and as such is allowed by the Federation (despite shouts of protests by many in Star Fleet). However, something has arisen to have put this business on hold. Some young Ensign remembers seeing familiar faces while searching earlier for some Unseelie afflicted and initially thought those faces were those he'd been searching for. However, all of the Unseelie had been round up and accounted for, so the Ensign had forgotten about it as everything got stressful when everything became so.....weird. But when he figured out that all those fantasy folk showing up were merely children, while those he'd seen were definately NOT (albeit very confused and lost looking)...... He contacts the Champions back in Nantucket and a search was resumed, with aid this time from some of the "tag alongs" from the diplomatic team. The query was vastly confused about how they had come to be here. The only had flashes of memories of who they were (or had been). Memories of outrage, and not wanting to just give up what was theirs by right! Memories of pain, being lost, and.....meeting some other lost one.....one who they longed for, now. They had a feeling of having lost control of these strange bodies (that wasn't...exactly as they felt it should be) but now had regained control. Awakening amongst much younger versions of themselves, they'd set out......looking for.....the other. Other strange beings had tried to approach them, but skittishness had prevented contact. But finally, in the middle of the forest, they meet. Laughing and crying, they embrace. Memories are now slowly returning, but that's not important to them right now to them. Not even the others who've finally caught up. They've found their other and that was all that mattered to them right now! The scene as scene at: http://www.geocities.com/asthefurflies/Pictures/Forest.jpeg The elder D'Honaires smile as they look on at this strange gathering of people. First you had Fred 12 Thessamer This is a man dressed in relatively ordinary looking full plate armor (looked like shining steel by actually was mitheral). Wears a sky blue cloak. Is resting left hand on the pommel of a large bastard sword in one hand (sword out in front of him, point down in ground). Right hand is is glowing, eldritch blue energy crackling from fingertips. Blue glowing sphere of light is held in the right hand. On the chest of his armor is a heraldry symbol of a stylized black griffin, rearing up on a black tower. Is smiling a little as he looks down in at something that he seems to be seeing in that sphere. Is looking into the eyes of his wife, Astra 12 Thessamer through that eldritch energy ball. This armor is a the male version of the armor that Astra 12 is wearing. Sort of a matching pair. He is standing next to Fred 12, has paused in her spell casting to contact the others searching for this strange couple before to look at his wife (who'd been doing the same thing). There is Astra 12 Thessamer, a woman dressed in relatively ordinary looking full plate armor (shining steel in appearance). Wears a dark red cloak. Is resting right hand on the pommel of a large bastard sword in one hand (sword out in front of her, point down in ground). Left hand is is glowing, eldritch blue energy crackling from fingertips. Blue glowing sphere of light is held in the left hand. On the chest is a heraldry symbol of a stylized black griffin, rearing up on a black tower. Is smiling a little as she looks down in at something that she seems to be seeing in that sphere. Actually, she is looking into the eyes of her husband, Fred 12 Thessamer. This armor is a the female version of the armor that Fred 12 is wearing. Sort of a matching pair. Is standing next to Fred 12, has paused in ther spell casting to contact the others searching for this couple to look at her husband (who'd been doing the same thing). There is Astra 13, who's dressed in a similar manner as she had been when arriving on Terra Prime, earlier. Blouse (if one could call that on the armor she's wearing) is light blue. Boots are black. Hands are on hips. Has a smirk on face and a knowing look in her face as she watches the couple before her in their reunion (as if she'd known that this would have happened). Wearing a jade green cloak instead of a leopard skin cloak her other sisters seem to like to wear. We have Frieda D'Honaire, the female centaur. Has a quiver of arrows on her back. Holding a strung longbow in her right hand and an arrow in her left. Smiling softly as she is looking down at the reunion going on before her. Eyes are hazel. Is very buxom. Is also wearing a simple (but revealing) (i.e. trying to keep this at least PG-13 for the folks here on Nantucket Earth). Stands at 10.5 feet tall or so... Then we have the newcomer, Astra the Satyr! This is an Astra....but redone along female satyr lines (rare indeed in present day Terra Prime, but that's a long story....) Hair is like a long cape down to her rear! Now stands at a mere 5'2". The other newcomer is Fred the Satyr. Again, this is a Fred....but redone along the *male* satyr (i.e. beard, hords, wild hair).Hair and fur is raven black. Stands at 5'4". "This is going to be a group portrait taking place in the forest," Lady Champlaine says softly, lifting her PDA to record the moment, "In the center will be the two satyrs, embraced." Will go right next to the picture of Jack's birthday back in Wallants, she adds to herself, smiling, Along with the new pictures taken at the restraunt in Nantucket with Eric and the elfin children! Author's note: If you feel like seeing what she's talking about, then go here: http://www.chattown.com/home/gen/gryphon/Family.jpg http://www.geocities.com/asthefurflies/Pictures/Bar.jpeg The others are just waiting. It may be better if they'd left the satyres alone to get to know each other and that, but the mages had said that such wasn't a good idea.... Anyway, the layout of the picture is this: On the right is Fred 12 and Astra 12. They are hanging back a bit by something like 5 feet or so.... On the left is Frieda and Astra 13 (Astra is in front of Frieda's horse barrel chest, btw, but back enough to not block the view of the centaur's front, human form). A gasp breaks the moment, calling the too love struck saytres back to the here and now. Jarlath and the rest had come out to contact the elder D'Honaires, and finally have found them....here. Memories slowly percolate back and the wild eyed beings remember who some of those before them are. "I....remember you," Fred finally manages to say, in a deeper voice than he remembers ever having. It's thick with an odd, exotic accent. "But....I....should only have one," he continues, "Not three mothers and fathers." Slowly, VERY slowly, the others are able to garner these wild eyed beings trust. The returning memories and feelings help in this matter greatly. But when asked if they'd like to be restored..... "Must we?" Astra the Satyr asks, exotic accent present in every syllable, "Our.....kind needs us desperately to lead them!" The mages, when asked about how best to approach these two, had said that the emerging memories of prior existences would have been submerged forevermore in instinct and such of the satyr if not handled carefully. Familiar faces had helped prevent this and nurture the old Fred and Astra out, but apparrently something else had come back as well. Satyres, by nature, are nomadic and hermits. Unorganized. Apparently, due to some special nature of these new (adult) satyres called to the child satyrs (who were now about, staring at the scene before them. Joan and the others get the distinct idea that these children are looking at these adults as some kind of leaders...which is rather unusual..... That aside... Go Back |
