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Dreamweaver
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“Well that was a rotten turn of events,” Zavistic sighed, as he led his mount back towards the road. “That thug will certainly alert the Khazard Guard, and they will come looking for us without a doubt. I do not wish to chance a journey northwards past the arena now, especially as we are only working on little more than guesswork regarding the whereabouts of the skin anyway. Let us head east to the coast instead. Mayhap we can find passage to the port by boat.”

Nildi and the others nodded their consent. Going north was clearly foolhardy, but where else could they turn?

“Oh, and Nildi? Let us leave that infernal beast here to eat itself to death. He absolutely does not deserve that name of his and we cannot afford more episodes like this. You may ride behind me.”

Nildi nodded in approval. He might dislike horses, but he disliked Lucky a great deal more. The pony, which had been entirely unfazed by the surrounding chaos, merely blinked and snuffled around in the grass for clover.

Leaving the pony to its own fate, they mounted up, headed back down the road and turned eastwards along a farmer’s track towards the sea.

13-Nov-2006 08:03:41 - Last edited on 29-Oct-2009 03:28:15 by Dreamweaver

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I read. I enjoyed. I hate my computer and its current damage with a passion. I will read quietly, and when I am capable, will post.

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13-Nov-2006 09:50:00

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I've just had a chance to read those adds. Excellent as always. I really love how this story is unfolding. It has one of the most original storylines I have read, and your description of course makes it a delight to read.

In the first of this recent set of adds though, you refered to the wealthy stranger as "them" a great deal. You should just use "him" even if you wish to leave the gender undisclosed because it's singular.

13-Nov-2006 11:36:30

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***A Woodland Attack***

It was late afternoon in Tirannwn. The sun was beginning to descend over the open ocean, bathing the trees and flowers of the woodlands in soft orange light. Rabbits and other small creatures hopped calmly through the lengthening shadows, nosing about in the undergrowth for tasty morsels to eat. The soporific hum of insects filled the cool air.

Near the banks of the cheerfully burbling river, the Elven hunters had set up a small camp. It was a seasonal affair, in place only while the local fishing was bountiful. Now that the nights were drawing in they would soon have to disband back to Prifddinas, but the weather was still warm for the time being. The Elves enjoyed nothing more than being out under the stars, so they would tarry here a few days longer.

Finosel, a trapper by trade and an archer by passion, was hunkered down between the tents, keeping the cooking fires stoked. It was her turn to mind the camp today though she shouldn’t complain. Hunting had been excellent yesterday, with two bears brought down by her bow alone.

As ever, the exquisitely fashioned yew longbow was slung over her left shoulder. Her mother had used it, and so had her mother before her. As it was passed to each new generation, an intricate likeness of the previous owner was carved delicately into its side. Now Finosel's mother and grandmother were watching over her always.

~continued~

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She broke away from her reverie as the maple logs in the fire spat sparks towards the closest tent and jumped up to extinguish them, then immediately dropped to the ground again. A bush bordering the camp had rustled slightly. The wind would not have moved it so, and it was very unusual to find a large animal this close to the camp. That prankster, Siliannon, must be watching her again.

He admired her, she knew it. Everybody knew it. But he insisted on making a fool of himself, spying on her as if she wouldn’t realize he was there. He had the sneaking ability of a moose in rut and the subtlety to match. But he was sweet underneath it all, even though she would never admit as much to him. And she would absolutely not give him the pleasure of watching her work the fires. She hunkered down on the ground, out of view of the bush and waited, listening intently.

Suddenly there was a terrifying, blood-curdling scream. She leapt to her feet and her trusty bow was drawn with notched arrow before she even comprehended that she’d done so.

At that moment, something caught the corner of her eye. A sinister shadow in pallid grey robes streaked through the air to her left, before melting into the woodland behind her. Wheeling, she let her arrow fly with a snap. The shot almost pinned the phantom figure’s billowing cloak to a tree, but it was too fast. The shaft of her arrow quivered, impaled deep within a willow’s trunk.

~continued~

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