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Feathered greetings


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A new and strange sound is heard drifting through the great halls of the Pen Keep.

 

High above the castle, a small speck suddenly begins to grow, the speck fast becoming the plummeting form of the Raven.

 

Through a stroke of sheer luck the avian poet misses the wall as he attempts to swoop through the gates, his zigzagging flight taking him into the keep and into the door of the banquet room.

 

There is a moment of silence as the occupants of the room wonder at the thump that just disrupted their writing.

 

The door slowly opens, and the hooded form of the Cryptomancer steps into the room, gently rubbing his bruised head as he scans the room.

 

In the far back corner of the rafters he spots who he is looking for. Then slowly turns and leaves the room.

 

Just as the door creaks softly closed a small bolt of black enters the room, accelerating as he begins to circle just below the rafters, and just above the heads of most.

 

In a singular movement the Raven vanishes into the shadows of the roof, the rafters echo with a loud thud, followed by a lot of flapping and squawking, and a ball of black and orange feathers landing on the floor in the corner.

 

As the deep red/orange pile of feathers gathers itself together and takes the form of a rather large bird, the Raven begins a spiraling flight path through the room once again, his voice echoing all the chattered suggestions for introductions that need to be made and people to find, and places to show his friend.

 

The phoenix watches as the Raven spins through the air towards the corner, growing and landing as the crouched form of the Cryptomancer.

 

Cryptomancer offers his arm. “Phoenix, welcome, fantastic to see you here. Come let me introduce you.”

 

After Phoenix takes the offered arm as a perch, Cryptomancer stands and walks to the door, the final remark of the poet as the pair head for the cabaret room drifts to the ears of those that listen….

 

“Could you watch the talons, I don’t have my glove on.”

 

:raven:

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The book wasn’t especially interesting, but Sweetcherrie was already glad that she had finally found time to read again. It was a sunny day and warm for the time of year, so she had hung up a hammock in the gardens and was lazying around a bit. She turned the page and tried with all her might to focus on the story of the heroin, but started to drift off.

 

The images were rather intense, and all held fire in them. The flames rose higher and higher. Suddenly from inside the flames she heard a familiar screech, and the next thing she knew she was on the floor with a large fiery bird on top of her.

 

“Troy! What on earth are you doing?”

 

The phoenix jumped around on her stomach and Sweetcherrie oompfed, and pushed the bird off of her. The images of flames continued, and she was rather surprised to see how chaotic they were. Troy had improved enormously lately and normally the images were well ordered and very understandable, but now she just couldn’t make anything out of them.

 

She got up and immediately the bird flew up and settled down on her head, seeing that apparently she hadn’t stuck out her arm fast enough according to him.

 

“Get of my head will ya!”

 

He did as asked and circled once before landing in front of her. With his head tilted he started dribbling back and forth in between her, and then decided that she wasn’t doing what he wanted her to do, so he grabbed her trousers in his beak and pulled her in the right direction.

 

Sweetcherrie sighed, “Alright then, I’ll follow.”

 

Troy rose up once more, and she almost had to hurry to keep up with him. For a moment she wondered where he was going, but when they approached the great halls of the Pen Keep she started to suspect she already knew what had happened. Word was that another phoenix had settled in the Pen, and not having seen one of his kind before, Troy would surely have been taken away by it.

 

When Cryptomancer walked out with the bird on his arm she was sure. All of a sudden Troy was silent, and stared in aw at the flaming bird. Sweetcherrie grinned, and smiled.

 

“Welcome, and I think once Troy has calmed down, he’ll think the same.”

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"SQUEEEEEEEEEE!"

Squealing happily, CheerMynx bounded through the Pen and directly into Cryptomancer, relieving his arm of Phoenix as the poor firebird is pulled into a patented(pending)-psychotic-CheerMynx-uber-crazed-tacklehug.

 

" OhmygodyoucameyoufinallycameyayyayyaywehavetoshowyouaroundohmygodliketotallyMynx

wantedtogreet

youbutshe'scaughtupinsomethingtodowithbooksanddocumentsandIdon'tknowIcanneverrememberthesethings

butohmygodliketotallywelcome!"

 

Cryptomancer righted himself from the ground and watched the hyperactive feline, wondering on the best way to separate her from Phoenix before CheerMynx offered the respite;

With a loud squeal, CheerMynx got her tail caught up in her legs and crashed to the ground, allowing Phoenix to leap out of the feline's death grip and back onto the Rune Mage's arm.

Cryptomancer managed a rueful grin at his flustered avian friend.

"Um, this one doesn't get out much..."

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Guest Phoenix

Preening ruffled feathers, Phoenix settles once again to Cryptomancer’s shoulder, gripping just a little too tightly, and glaring at Cheermynx still tangled on the ground.

 

Seeing the hoard of faces turn towards the commotion that is Cheermynx she trills a greeting that echoes across the grounds, lifting hearts as it travels and is joined and amplified by Troy’s warbling…

 

…and sends a shock of fire up Cryptomancer’s arm, as a special thank you for making her the absolute centre of attention…

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Wyvern creeps into the Cabaret Room upon hearing the hyperactive screams and crashes that echo from within. He pauses and perks up his snout as the familiar scents of burnt fabric and ash hit his nostrils. The lizard's beady eyes dart from one corner of the room to another until he spots an unfamiliar pheonix wrestling with CheerMynx; not bright enough to be Troy, not dim enough to be Darkpheonix. The lizard rubs his scaly chin and watches as Pheonix waves flames up cryptomancer's arm, then smirks and takes out a blank sheet of paper from his "Devil's Advocate" folder. He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a tiny inkwell, then picks a stray orange feather off the ground and approaches the crowd surrounding the new visitor.

 

"Ssssssscuse me." Wyvern shoves through the crowds and grips one of Pheonix's talons with a scaly claw, causing her to jump. "Just wanna welcome you to the Mighty Pen. The name's Wyvern, I'm the Pen's resident Almost Dragonic Brand Pheonix Accessory Clinic™ and Part-Time Almost Dragonic Brand Flame Spirit Occult Business Agent™."

 

Pheonix stares at Wyvern and raises a brow.

 

"Uhh, could you maybe repea-"

 

"And I must say that you're in luck." Wyvern sneers and sticks out a forked tongue. "Special two for one deal's happening today only! Buy one Almost Dragonic Brand Smoke Repellent Egyption Bird Headdress™, and recieve a Almost Dragonic Brand Sacrificial Altar Brochure™ absolutely (free excluding tax). And let'sss not forget the price cuts, you have to see'em to believe'em."

 

Wyvern dips the orange feather into his inkwel and begins to jot down pricing figures on his piece of paper. Pheonix's eyes widen as the feather causes the words to ingrain themselves on the page with a sizzle. Wyvern jumps as the paper sets on fire in his claws, and begins running in frantic circles around Pheonix, tossing the flaming sheet up and down.

 

"Aaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!"

 

;-)

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