Gyrfalcon

*Gyr applauds this* I love the message you give, and how you give it. Go Falcon.

*Gyr applauds* I like.

*Gyrfalcon doubles over laughing at Gwaihir's words*

*Gyr applauds* Ooo... make him perk up. *smiles*

*Gyr applauds* Nice.

(date stamp/conversion confusion, this is actually the second post) *Gyr applauds* I like it as well... I can *almost* catch the beat, but I don't think I listen to the right type of music to get it correctly. Still, an excellent song.

*Gyr echoes the other Falcon's comments* Also, I like your poem!

Ahhhh! Its Gollum! Back, back into the pit with ye! *brandishes Sting at it* I just got done reading The Return of the King, so I remember Gollum well. *grin* Anyway, as I said before, Falcon- I like it. *grin*

*Gyr bows to Jess* I just wished to say that I enjoy your poem and that I hope the best for your application. *looks at the poem again* That really sounds like how I feel some mornings.

Like this! (center), replacing the ( and ) with [ and ]. Anywho, I *really* like the poem Wyvern- the way you formatted it adds to its effect.

*Gyr applauds* Ooo... Good song. *grin*

*Gyr applauds* I like it...

*Gyr applauds* I like it, though I never have found watching fish too restful... a sleeping cat, now... *smiles*

Gyrfalcon cleared his throat as Kaleyra blushed. That had come out just a little off from how he had meant it to… With a shake of his head, the half-elf carefully put the previous moments out of mind and listened as Kaleyra present the plan. "It sounds like as good an idea as any." Gyrfalcon said, "Though I think instead we might try to find where Reyn ran off to, instead of that group that teleported away." "Why?" The Dreamer asked in his emotionless voice, quietly. "Simple-First, I don't know a tracking spell that can find someone I haven't managed to put a mage mark on- something that *can't* be done in the middle of a battle- and second, if I drew on my mana nodes at New Muriska, my cover will be blown. An archmage traveling alone? We'd have so many creatures hounding us to take out a vulnerable enemy, or the spies following us to find out what I'm searching for, that it'd resemble a parade." Gyrfalcon shook his head. "So since we can't chase after the murderers who teleported away, all that's left is to chase after the one we can find without magic- Reyn. He might even lead us to those butchers." Gyrfalcon finished and looked between the Dreamer and Timothy. The Dreamer looked vaguely contemptuous, and just looked at Gyrfalcon steadily. Timothy meanwhile was muttering to himself. Gyrfalcon heard the word 'lunatic' come up repeatedly, and sighed. Gyrfalcon turned to Kaleyra "Since we'll be meeting in two days, the most we'll likely do is find the general area where Reyn and any friends he has are located before we'll have to head for the Crystal Dagger." Kaleyra nodded, and Gyrfalcon turned to look at the wounded laid out before the ruined church. I vaguely hope Reyn is connected with those butchers… I'd like to repay them for what they've done.

Conversion Confusion - this is post three *Gyr applauds* Simple, rhyming, and interesting. Cool!

*Gyr applauds* Pretty interesting, though I sort of wonder *why* your soul is burning. And it does run song-like to me... go Nyyark!

*Gyr applauds* Interesting song...

*Gyr applauds* This poem really flows well, evokes some good images, and I just like it in general. *grins*

*Gyr applauds and wants to read more. *

*Gyr applauds* I like it quite a bit, though I do have to ask what this line means: The tears of the dragon, for you and for me Do dragons not shed tears? I'm unsure as to what this line means. *Gyr smiles* Still, I like it.

OOC: Aye, here we go! Now, if Balladore, Tzimfemme, (Turi perhaps) or Justin happen to be at market… *grin* Erick leafed through The Trantor Daily- the frontpage article had been disturbing, to say the least. The images, though heavily censored, had been even more so. Every mage in the city would be *seriously* freaked out by what was on the inside page… an image that had slipped by the censors, showing the markings on the blacksmith's back. To anyone without a mage's training, they were merely stab wounds. To anyone with that training, even an apprentice's level like Erick, they were part of a summoning ritual… Erick wasn't sure, but he thought it was to summon a demon. Suddenly, the paper was torn out of his hands, and Braggins scowled down at him. "Whaa! What the heck is that for, I'm reading that!" Erick said, making a grab for the paper. He had just gotten his hand on it when Braggins smartly rapped his arm "What are you doing, still lolling around bed, Erick? You should be on punishment detail." he said, voice soft, dangerously so. "What do you mean?" Erick said, confused, "I made my quota." "Ah! So you did! But James saw you sitting in an inn, hoisting a few mugs of ale with a pair of adventurers and a girl!" Braggins scowled harder. "Ye've had it drilled into you- work first, THEN go have fun! Now get up, get dressed, and get to the market with you!" Erick nodded quietly and sighed as Braggins went back to inspecting a few gems that had been stolen the night before, assessing their quality. It was *much* better to allow Braggins to think he had been having fun, rather then admit that he had been captured, no matter that he got away with a whole skin. Erick dressed himself and hurried down to the market before blending into the crowd and waiting patiently for his first mark. Edited by: Gyrfalcon25 at: 2/1/02 10:17:44 pm

Gyr searched through his quarters, growing more frantic by the second. Where was it? Where *was* it? Slowly, he stopped and looked around his room, slightly messy as it always was, but not enough so that he would lose his amulet amid the clutter. He began to look around more carefully, a dread certainy growing... Gyrfalcon nodded slowly as he completed his search. As he had thought, someone had been into his room, and had moved everything, looking for valuables. The thief had been good, and had replaced everything nearly exactly... but only nearly. A shirt that had been laid at just less then a perfect angle was at that angle, a picture was slightly off-center where before it had been centered, his collection of small gemstones, curiously untouched, but they had been rearranged, where before they had been set in a rainbow pattern. The thief had obviously been looking for something special to Gyrfalcon... and had found it. Gyrfalcon very calmly dressed, having been in the shower (thus why his amulet had not been around his neck). Very calmly, he hid his knives around his person, and slung his katana over his shoulder. Whistling, he left his room. The thief was *so* going to pay.

*Gyr applauds* A sad song...

Gyrfalcon shook his head slightly, the events of the past few minutes proving *very* surprising to him. He hadn't expected Kaylera to be at the temple, now that he had time to think on it, nor had he expected her to have so much knowledge of what he and the others had found out. for a lady with wings that should stand out wherever she goes, Kaylera sure can sneak around and find things out. Gyrfalcon thought, somewhat admiringly. He looked closely at crystal Kaylera was holding reverently. At first glance, it seemed a roughly worked crystal, carved with a crude rendering of a hawk in flight near a crescent moon. However, Gyrfalcon knew that even the simplest of objects could have a hidden message, known by only a few… and here, perhaps Kaylera could find that message in this object. "What do you think, Kaylera? Can you decipher its purpose without the instructions, without the instructions that were lost in… in the fire?" Gyrfalcon finished with a subdued voice. "I… I don't know." Kaylera said, turning it slowly in her hands. "I can only study it, and we shall see." Gyrfalcon nodded, and grimaced… "We need to choose a place to meet… I think the Dreamer and myself, and perhaps Timothy need to pursue those murderers before the trail grows too cold. Though I doubt we'll catch them. I've heard of other murders, like this one, and they haven't been stopped yet. But we have to try… for all those who died." Gyrfalcon drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly "As for you, I think you shouldn't chase after Reyn just yet… the trail will be colder, but, well… to put it bluntly, Reyn has always surrounded himself with better fighters then he is, or attached himself to someone much more powerful. You go chasing after the vermin, you might run into a spider's web. And well… you're more of a scholar then a fighter… and I don't want to lose you to whoever it is over him.

*Gyr applauds!* I agree, its not depressing. Excellent poem.