Tamaranis

One of my highschool math teachers told me that math is such a dry subject that if math teachers don't have a good sense of humor they go insane...

Ayshela, Tamaranis, and the party that had just arrived from The Pen followed Salinye into the conference room. The small assembly, excepting Salinye herself, began to find seats for themselves. Tamaranis felt inclined to remain standing, but he didn’t feel like engaging Salinye in a contest of wills, and he had no more desire to play games than she, so he did as the others and took a chair. “I know all of you didn’t just stop by for a visit,” Salinye began after a moment, cold and businesslike “And I don’t have any desire to mince words or dodge the subject.” All those present were a little surprised by her manner. Salinye was a little new to them, but she’d always seemed very open and friendly up until now, a far cry from her current behaviour. “I know one of you is up to something here,” that declaration was even more surprising, “and I want to know what it is. In a nice, orderly fashion, you can either tell me what you’re hear for or leave my hostel.” “We’ll start with you.” Salinye said, voice carrying contempt, as she pointed an accusing finger at Tamaranis. “I think that all this isn’t necessary,” Tamaranis started to answer, which earned him a menacing look. “I only came to warn you about the dream that I suspect woke you earlier than normal this morning. You’re probably already aware, but it wasn’t just a nightmare.” Salinye fought to prevent herself from becoming afraid of the people surrounding her. Even now she couldn’t completely shake off the terror that dream had brought her. Against her will the idea that Tamaranis might be threatening her right now crept into her mind. That thought swiftly brought to mind arcane syllables that would call down lightning and fire. “I experienced the dream as well, from my own point view.” Tamaranis said, “And I imagine the same is true for Gyrfalcon, Darryl, and Annael.” he paused, “Our actions were, of course, beyond our control.” “Even if you would be willing, or perhaps want, to believe that this is some massive coincidence, I don’t dream the way the living dream. I should not have been able to share in it.” Tamaranis added, stressing that there was something real at work here. “I simply wanted to be sure you were aware of this, that is why I came here.”

I try to keep an open mind, and not dismiss things simply because they seem unlikely or fantastic... But I think that the majority to all of fortune tellers are simply out to make a dollar. If I could see the future I'd keep that knowledge to myself. Unless I forsaw some good reason not to...

As much as some of the things here are terrifying when you thing of them... Heights. I'm terrified of heights. There's not reason or logic behind it, even if I know I'm in no danger of falling... As soon as I'm a little ways off the ground the only thing I want to do is get back to it... the slow way. That and I've recently had some dreams I found very frightening where I fall asleep while I'm driving.

I am a firm believer that LotR is actually about a certain "Lord of the Rings" (sauron) who attempts to enslave middle earth and the heroic struggle against him.

That train rating guide is awesome, and I've never even played everquest. It makes me want to buy the game just so I can play an applicable class and be a jerk.

I normally don't respond in these threads (inexcusable, I know) but seeing is how Peredhil is the guy who usually initiates them, and it's his birthday and all, now seems like a good time to start. Happy Birthday, Peredhil.

Tamaranis turned his gaze towards Salinye, silently gauging her for a moment. She was in the middle of a foolish emotion response to something unwanted, likely the damage to her hostel. She would calm herself, given time. "I only came to deliver a message to you." he stated, "It may be of some importance, and since mages of our ability are able to travel quite quickly, I thought I would do it myself." "As for the damage," Tamaranis gestured towards the prone form of Merelas, "he should be able to explain it better than I, as he caused it. I'm sure that between the measures I've taken and Gyrfalcon's abilities, he'll live." Then he added "At least until he becomes conscious enough to explain this mess to you, anyway. " Salinye's rage stalled out for a moment. The vampire's complete lack of concern over her anger was plain. He couldn't be lying about not causing the destruction, because he didn't seem to care if the blame fell to him or not. He was simply stating facts for her. In the brief moment of relative calm she experienced it occured to Salinye how utterly absurd the notion of Tamaranis coming to her hostel simply to blast out a single window was. But some one had to be blamed for something right now, and she hadn't found his humor even remotely amusing. "And just what was so important that you had waltz in here and terrorize my staff?" She demanded. "I believe you were awakened by an unpleasant dream this morning?"

This is just classic.

And here I thought he had a bungee cord. I wouldn't have suspected him to live at all if I hadn't known that would have been too straightforward for you.

Suddenly glass was shattering and flames were hurtling through the air. The occupants of main room turned from the shattering window in unison, but a great deal of blood was drawn, all the same. The flames struck a far wall, burned with magical intensity for a moment, and faded from view. The Hostel staff's reaction was commendable. They might have all been field doctors in past professions. Casualties were quickly assessed and guests were directed to "stay down" until they could assess and deal with the threat. Tamaranis turned first towards the window that had been shattered, calling out a spell he'd invented long ago to enhance the supernatural powers of the undead eyes. As he completed his magic the path the fire spell had taken became visible to him. He couldn't see it's point of origin from where he was, or any sign of the attacker however. Then he turned back to Ayshela, she'd reacted faster than most, and escaped being injured by the flying glass. "Our conversation will have to wait a few minutes afterall." Ayshela nodded in agreement, also glancing around for some sign of whoever had attacked the hostel. "Some fool killed himself casting that spell!" a voice called out, "We're safe." "He's not!" A youngish man was dying on the floor. He'd been near the window when the spell hit, and his face and throat had absorbed many of resulting fragments. Tamaranis walked across the room, looking out the window and following the spell's path backward, but not standing near enough to it to make himself an opportune target. The mage who had cast the spell was, indeed, sprawled uncerimoniously on the ground, clutching a staff in a deathgrip. The attention of the hostel's staff was focussed on the injured man inside, than the injured one outside, and so no one went out to collect him, however. Tamaranis noted that the mage was still breathing, but decided against taking chances, he wanted to find out just what the man was up to. So he began the casting of a spell somewhat more complicated than the one affecting his eyes. His will locked around the spirit of the prone mage, disallowing it to leave, even if the body couldn't carry on. Not healing magic, simply a delay on death, should it come to that. As an afterthought he split the spell's power, also targeting the man on the hostel floor who was in the process of bleeding out. "Be quick, not careful." Tamaranis advised a pair of healers attending to the injured guest. Just now, Tamaranis wasn't prepared to go running outside to meet and greet the attacker. It was the middle of the day, afterall, and he might not have been alone.

"Ten days..." Robby muttered. Ten days was a fairly long time, especially considering that travelling alone he could make it much sooner. And magic could probably make it instant. Then again, when he thought about it, Robby wasn't working against the clock in any way. And going after a man who had the capacity to threaten the entire world alone wasn't a good idea. "Tel Reth in ten days then." Robby walked towards the exit.

Elwen stared off into space, intent on something else. Finally she acknowledged Tamaranis, "No, I can't allow myself to be caught up in this now. I have my own mission and I have to finish it. Sorry." And with that the tall kitsune abruptly strode towards the exit, intent on whatever her personal goal might be. All things considered, it could have gone worse. Tamaranis turned to Ayshela, "It seems I'm suddenly available to talk."

Having nothing else, to do, Robby walked. He could have run, but he wasn't actually going anywhere. Nearly freezing rain beat down around him, but even though he was dressed as if for a pleasant summer's day, he paid it no heed. His arm shot out, and he seized a flier, taking it from the wind. On attempting to read it, he discovered it had been beaten and soaked beyond recognition. He held his arm out and returned it to the storm. A few moments later, he passed an audotorium. He noticed a flier tacked to the wall just inside the entryway. Mild curiosity struck him, and he moved to investigate. This particular incarnation of the flier had been spared the beatings of the weather to some extent. It detailed how mercenaries were being hired to help track down and kill a madman who had once attempted to lock the world in ice. Well, madmen trying to end the world were a bad thing, and apparently the employer was meeting with candidates now and in this building no less. *** The crowd gather around Skielah anxiously waited for her Ugarte's answer. "What'd I miss?" Several heads turned to see a small man entering the auditorium. he couldn't have been more than five and a half feet tall, and looked wiry rather than powerful and muscular. "Erm, bad time?"

Alright, that was hilarious and disturbing at the same time... I really admire your creativity, Peredhil.

what she said.

Tamaranis watched Elwen's transformation into kitsune form and back to elven. He found it strange, but was unmoved by the beauty of the kitsune. He continued to wait, then for Elwen to read the letter she received. accepted the letter and read it. Then read it over again. "It's unfortunate that Aural didn't bother with any details." He finally said. "It would have been nice to know exactly what he was planning to do." His voice didn't take a tone of annoyance, and so it was difficult to judge, but it seemed Tamaranis considered Aural somewhat of a fool. Elwen missed the cynicism however, she was more focussed on whoever had hurt Aural. "Still, if he was able to detect the attack he must be skilled." It occured to Tamaranis that this Aural, whoever he was, would probably be easier to deal with than the entities he would otherwise have to recruit into tracking down his attacker as a last resort. "It seems more and more advantagous for us to work together."

Sure! My mom and sister were reading the books since they started coming out, I hadn't read an actual novel in a year or so, and there was this series of five books just laying around... That was a week ago and I've read them all now. I expected them to be mildly amusing, but not really engrossing. The fact that they dominated my attention for a week may have something to do with the fact that essentially all my recent reading had been from this site. It's not that the writing here isn't good, but complete novel-length pieces don't show up here all that often. Anyway, taking them all in one go, I'd say I actually liked the fifth one the best. I think this may be because there was no hype leading up to it for me. I hadn't been waiting for years for it to come along. I finished the fourth one and started the fifth in the same day. If I really get into discussing it any deeper than that, then I'll be tempted to start mentioning spoilerish details.

I'm sure I saw some fanfiction in the assembly room once...

Erm... Once my family got this new T.V. My little sister discovered before I did that it could be programmed to switch to a given channel at a given time. Kinda spooked my when the thing just switched itself on in order to do that one day... The closest thing I've got to a ghost story is this: I have an inglorious job working at Subway. Now myself and other nightshift people have often discussed strange sounds that are produced by the building at night, and half-jokingly suggested it's haunted. I assumed however, and really still do, that there is a non-paranormal explanation for these noises. Smoking is allowed in the restaurant, so we've got these shoddy ashtrays made of a brittle plastic. Because people like to spit or spill things in ashtrays and THEN smoke, one cannot simply dump the ash out, or even just give a quick rinse, they need to be washed on a regular basis. I usually don't feel like wasting my time hand drying the ashtrays after I wash them, because when you're on the close shift you generally don't have time for that. So I just set them out to air dry. Now I'm setting these to dry on a shelf beside the sink, and what I refer to as the "prep area" is a good six or seven feet away. Also of interest is the poorly hand-crafted clay mug, a mother's day present, I think, left in the restaurant by an elementary school student. The kind of thing you make in art class around grade five or six. This, I placed on a shelf rather far from the prep area for safe keeping, incase its maker should come back looking for it. Now while I'm up front, sweeping the customer area, and I hear a crash from the back of the store. When I go to investigate I find between two and four ashtrays of our brittle ashtrays, I couldn't tell at a glance and didn't really look into it, as well as the clay mug, lying shattered in a pile in the center of the prep area. The clay mug, had it survived a fall from the shelf, was constructed such that it could not have rolled to anywhere, especially not around corners and such. The ashtrays, which have never, EVER survived even the shortest fall, could conceivably have rolled to the prep area if they survived by some miracle, but there was nothing to break them once they got there. I might have been bothered by the fact that it had been impossible for these items to fall and break and end up where they were if I'd stopped to think about it, but close shift is such a hassle that I just scooped up the debris, tossed it in the garbage, and went about my job. Just a simple case of objects moving about without a human hand to guide them. Standard poltergiest thing, nothing to compare with Snypiuer's story... Not that I'd really want anything to compare with that to happen to me

Hey! Happy birthday, Wolf!

I don't have problems to compare to most of yours. In truth I've lead a very tame life. However, I find reading and writing to be fun. And this seems the best place on the interent to do those things. And if my presence has ever helped anyone in some small way, then I am glad for it.

While I somewhat doubt that I'm one of the people that has helped you feel and home, Vincent... I share your sentiments. Huzzah for The Pen!

Yeah! Pencil's rock! Down with pens! What?

But it's a freewrite, so you should be free to do whatever you want with it. I don't think things are allowed to be unallowed.