Quick notes for now.
A Dracon in service to the White Dragon: Lady Horefrost, approaches a group of adventures about rescuing a Dragon egg stolen by the servants of the ArchLitch: Angmar.
Angmar' s motives involve a long standing feude with Seline Deathshadow. (see Behind the House of Usher for details)
You know, I feel like forcing a rhyme,
Go on rhymezone.com and find something to pass the time.
Doesn't even have to be that good,
Just has to be something you could...
You just start putting thoughts on a page-
Does that really rhyme with vacuum gauge ?
Now that just sounds a bit stupid,
Oh shit, the only word I can use is cupid.
This structure just feels forced
Rhymezone tells me a word to use is "horst"
So you go to Google, what does it mean?
Wikipedia comes to your aid you're very keen.
Hey, that's a RHYME!
"Horst is a raised block bounded by normal faults"
Allow me to dance a little waltz.
I've just learned something extraordinary,
I think my balls are a little bit hairy...
Wait, that's not the RHYME-
-that I wanted to use, it's too dirty
My keyboard has keys that spell qwerty
That's a lie, my keyboard is French
It only says AZERTY
And that don't RHYME
This poem is breaking down, going down the drain
These rhymes have become somewhat of a pain
Coming up with them is mostly a strain
My searching of rhymezone.com is not in vain
Pride I can't even feign
Tonight poetry I have slain
Fucking with my own brain
But who is to gain?
Certainly not Spain?
This has become a stupid exercise in form
A form that has been broken and twisted
It is the new norm
And I have not been unassisted
Rhyme as if your life depended on it!
Show off your whit!
It says you should use palm, qualm, prom, spalm or rhomb
This poem is mostly done
My point is : none!
I have no burp gun
Nor do I have a blow gun
But I've had fun
thyme - tasty !
slime - slippery !
dime - ooh money !
crime - oh no !
grime - dirty !
prime : 2 3 5 7 11 13 17 19 - infinitely many !
mime -let's start again !
The room was dimly lit, with the client seated at the small table in the middle, cowl up, face and form hidden. "You, Seline ?" He ask.
He spoke softly, but to Seline's trained ears those two words were enough to reveal gender and hint at social status.
"I am; Rich man. Who are you, and who do you want eliminated ?"
"You may call me Vrill."
He placed a glass rectangle on the table and slid it tword her. "This is my rival, Doxx." A bag of coins joined the rectangle. "I need him disposed of; and for reasons, which need not concern you, I am constrained from doing the deed myself."
Seline picked up the glass rectangle and looked at the image it held. A man of means, mid-twenties, nice looking. Perhaps she would take the seduction route...
An ornate dagger joined the bag of coins on the table. "I wish for you to kill him with this; and return it to me afterwards."
Seline looked at the bag of coins and the dagger with out touching either.
A second bag joined the first.
She opened them without picking them up. Gems. The guy was paying in gems.
She almost turned him down right there. No one offers that much unless the target is extremely dangerous and hard to kill.
She took another look at the image in the glass. Even the deadliest spellcaster tends to let his guard down along with his pants. She smiled and picked up the bags and the dagger. "Is there any rush on this?"
"I will be in town until the end of the month. I would prefer sooner, of course.
But I know that these things can take time. And I have no idea what his plans are or how long he will be staying."
"Understood. I should be in touch with you within a week or so."