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+ Rillen 18th level human monk (N) +
+ Songa 13th level human huntress (N) +
+ Date: 4/8/577 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: late morning +
+ Place: somewhere in the barbarian lands to the northeast +
+ Climate: cold +
+ "Thanks for not killing me, man. I owe you one." +
+ - from _Escape From L.A._ +
After defeating some brigands who threatened their welfare, Rillen
and Songa have just learned the nature of the thieves' stolen loot...
and its rightful owner.
silver dragon: (towers over them) I TAKE IT YOU ARE ENJOYING MY
Rillen: (shaking his head) We're not even going to get into this.
silver dragon: (looking about, it sees the bodies piled nearby,
then looks back at the treasure, then at Rillen and Songa again)
SOMEONE HAD BETTER EXPLAIN, AND SOON.
Rillen: It won't be hard. You see, this is our home - she and I -
and we were just minding our own business when these dolts burst
onto the scene.
silver dragon: THESE DEAD DOLTS? YOU CLAIM THAT _THEY_ ROBBED MY
LAIR WHILE I WAS AWAY, AND THEN- HOLD. (it begins shimmering,
shifting, and finally shrinking; in moments, it has adopted the
form of a young, aristocratic, silver-haired elven maid) Ah, much
better. Even I tire of shouting after a time.
Songa: (somewhat astounded by all of this)
silver dragon: Now, as I was asking...these are the people who
robbed my hoard and fled?
Rillen: Well, I wasn't there, but I'm guessing that's what happened.
silver dragon: Don't be coy.
Rillen: I tell the truth. These thieves are - were - no business
of mine or hers, but when they came here and threatened us, they
had to die.
silver dragon: Actually, they had to die from the moment they chose
to invade my home and plunder my hoard.
Songa: (nods) Believe me, I understand.
Rillen: It's a moot point now, I guess. But surely a dragon of your
stature can verify the truth of my words?
silver dragon: Aye...eh? (she turns and glances at the pile of
bodies) Ah. (she walks over, eyes the bodies, then grabs an arm
and pulls that body from the pile)
man #2: (groans weakly through his smashed face) Urrrr.
Rillen: How odd - one's still alive.
Songa: Damn, I thought he was dead. I must be slipping.
silver dragon: (places a hand on the thief's forehead, as her brow
furrows in concentration)
Rillen: (wisely remains silent)
silver dragon: (after a short time, she lets go, and the man drops
to the ground as if a rope holding him up had been suddenly cut)
His mind was opened to me, and I know everything. Consider your
innocence in this matter verified.
Rillen: Well, thanks.
Songa: (walks over to the half-conscious thief and kicks him in the
neck, hard, once)
man #2: <snap>
silver dragon: (regards the huntress strangely) Why?
Songa: Threatening me was his first mistake...threatening my unborn
child was his last.
silver dragon: I...see.
Songa: If they had stolen, say, your eggs, then you would have a
better idea of how I feel right now.
silver dragon: No need to expound - I understand. It's harsh, but
Rillen: I suppose you'll be wanting these bandits' treasure too...
silver dragon: Not necessarily. I think you've earned them.
Songa: (spits on the corpse at her feet) Not that we want them.
Rillen: Or need them. (he turns back to the silver-haired elven
form of the dragoness) Say, do you have a name? I don't like
talking with strangers.
silver dragoness: I am Araxi Argenti. This is my mountain you
have taken up residence on-
Rillen: (looking around, he grows agitated and interrupts) _Your_
Araxi: Size does matter. (she sighs) But it is not my intention
to drive you away from it. The mountain is big enough for more
than one - provided they are civil and undisruptive. (she eyes
the slain brigands)
Songa: (nods) We came here to get away from civilization...the
stink and squalor of cities.
Araxi: And so you have.
Rillen: I don't know how those fools found us, but it bothers me.
Araxi: It bothers me as well. I suspect that they stumbled onto
your cabin, but before that, they found my lair. Had I been
there, they would never have made off with the treasure. (she
eyes them suddenly) My treasure means a lot to me, you know.
Rillen: We have no interest in your treasure - we have more than
enough to get by, if we ever decide to return to civilization.
(he shakes his head) No, your hoard's existence is safe with us.
Araxi: (eyes them) You tell the truth, and that is good. If I
was to learn that my treasure was in peril, I would be sorely
Songa: Okay, okay. So we've gotten the matter of the treasure
out of the way. Now how about this living-on-the-same-mountain
Rillen looked around, at the timberland that surrounded them
all. The relatively flat area they'd made their cabin in was
situated on the lower environs of a mountain at the edge of the
Corusk range. Once outside the clearing, the high, thick trees
made it impossible to see either the mountain or the frozen
plains it overlooked. At times they forgot that they were _on_
He and Songa had to make a decision, and be diplomatic about
it, and quickly.
Araxi: This mountain, this forest - and all such places - are
not anyone's to give or take or own. I suggest a...peaceful,
mutually beneficial neutrality? We can each look out for the
welfare of the other, while not advertising the other's
Rillen: Funny, that's just what I was thinking.
Araxi: I shall leave you alone, unless I learn something that
you should know. You shall leave me alone, similarly, unless
you discover something that could impact my existence.
Songa: I can live with that.
Rillen: (nods) If there's anything we can possibly do to help
you, let us know. (he ponders a moment) And if we need a
mountainside levelled or something, we'll let you know.
Songa: Uh...(she frowns) How exactly do we find you?
Araxi: A fair enough question. (she points toward the peak
that they can't see through the tree branches that form the
forest's ceiling) I make my home up there, and the way is
neither obvious nor easy. It is best not to seek me out; if
I need to speak with you, I will do so. (she frowns) Now,
if you'll excuse me, I have some belongings to reclaim.
The silver-haired elf began working a spell, and shortly, her
stolen treasure had been neatly reduced in size and placed in a
belt pouch. Changing shape again, Araxi Argenti took her leave
of the humans...for now.
Araxi: (flaps her massive wings, rising into the air as she nods
slightly at the two adventurers)
With a mighty beat of those wings, the dragon launched itself
toward the mountain proper, and was out of sight in moments.
Songa: Hmm. Well, how do you like _that_?
next: various discussions on Araxi, horses, fighting
tournaments, the barbarian village, and Arnold
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notes: Thanks to Matt Hurd for the dragon-neighbor idea. Thanks
to Heather Wiencko for the dragon's name. Thanks to Mark McGwire
for hitting his 56th and 57th last night, and to Sammy Sosa (who
I long ago identified as a slugger) for having 55 and promising to
hit more as well.
Congratulations to Dennis Martinez, who (over the course of this
story's writing) became the winningest Latin-American pitcher in
baseball history. As a Braves fan, I've had to watch the last few
painful attempts at this record, as the bullpen lost it for Dennis
time and again. Not anymore.
Congratulations should also go to Barry Bonds, who recently hit
his 400th career homer and became the first player EVER to hit
400 homers and steal 400 bases. Yeah!
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