The World of Pern(tm) is copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Time passes.... Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima notes that she thinks, after some pondering, that she might have come up with another Answer. "Holy and Unholy water! Would drinking it change our alignments back to what they're supposed to be, I wonder?" From afar, F'hlan shakes his head. Nope, that'd just bless us or curse us. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima sighs. "Well, since we're already cursed, I suppose 'twould do little good. It'll have to be Greyswandir or the Unicorn's Horn." From afar, F'hlan .oO (And I'll get Greyswandir for my own!) Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima taps the R key and waits for the 'Welcome to Nethack!' message to pass. (And takes a moment before devolving into her brainless, evilless self to wonder where her ability to read thoughts went?) "Greyswandir," Kassi absently corrects, as she watches the transformation; her slanted eyes grow wider in awe once she sees what the potions have done, especially that last one. Through a veil of thick black lashes, she glances up at you hopefully. "Mayhaps next time we reach a shop, there will be potions there for me? I *do* worry about being such a tagalong," she adds in a distressed tone. "If only I were stronger, or better yet, smarter... maybe then I could help you, instead of hindering. Then you'd not have quite such a surely unwelcome burden on your shoulders." From afar, F'hlan, looking slightly stronger, faster, smarter, wiser, healthier, and, most importantly, handsomer, smiles kindly to you (aside from the red glint in his eyes). "Now, whyever would you want to worry about such troubling things as _fighting_, my pet? Let me take care of everything...." and he proceeds to do so, making his sword snick through a hobbit, a brown mold, and two more goblins. He is grinning vindictively, getting into the spirit of things -- until, all at once, he rounds a corner and runs smack dab into a floating eye. F'hlan freezes there, utterly immobile, as the creature transfixes him with its gaze! Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima gasps in alarm as her Protector suddenly freezes, not bothering to look at the eye as she runs over to wave her hand in front of your face. "Oh, no!" she wails, a stream of tears already pouring down her cheeks. "What has the awful eye *done* to you? Bad eye! Evil eye!" Suddenly, she realizes that all this crying probably doesn't do much for her maidenly elfin complexion, and takes out her mirror to check on it. The eye, seeing its reflection, freezes behind her. From afar, F'hlan .oO ('At last!' thinks GoodF'hlan, still marooned in the back of EvilF'hlan's mind. 'Faranth willing, I can use this chance to try to regain control of myself!' With a valiant effort, he struggles...) And for an instant, F'hlan looks odd, his eyes softening to a soulful brown, one finger twitching against his sword... From afar, F'hlan ... but to no avail. EvilF'hlan blinks, shivers, then straightens, as the eye's effect wears off. "I meant to do that," he says brusquely. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima gazes liquidly upon the poor, frozen Wingsecond, only the hidden glow of green deep in her eyes (the legacy of ProddyGreenriderness that not even hallucinations can suppress) showing that she ever had a trace of wits in her head. She turns back and glares at the frozen, hapless eye. "Wicked thing! Creature of Solonor Thelandira!" She proceeds to kick the eye in the retina, sending it coasting into a wall nearby, where it crashes. Little chirping fire-lizards fly around the dazed creature's head as GoodKassi turns back to EvilF'hlan. "Oh, m'lord, please say you were not hurt by the loathsome monster?" From afar, F'hlan's puppy grrs at the dazed no-longer-floating eye and bites it to death, gaining a strange mental acuity as it gulps down the corpse. From afar, F'hlan waves a hand in dismissal. "I'm fine," he mutters, then blinks at himself. Why do those words sound familiar? But no matter! "Where were we?" Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima blinks and recollects her thoughts, a process which takes awhile. "I think we were looking for the staircase," she says finally. "Unless you had a wiser course in mind, in which case we were no doubt taking that. Kind sir, I am so glad you are well, for I fear it may be a long way yet to that place where Greyswandir might be found!" From afar, F'hlan, slightly scatteredly, remembers to smile charmingly to you. "Of course. Greyswandir. Assuredly we will find it down the staircase!" He leads you on, then, looking for that same staircase; en route, he dispatches three giant rats, one rabid one, four more jackals, and one very startled goblin, and when he is done, the Wingsecond's collar pin glimmers with a "4". Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima meanwhile pulls a harp from her knapsack and starts to play a little travelling music, warbling sweetly with a dulcet, breathy soprano not much like Kassi's usual light alto tones. "And then their voices caroling, like bells, like birds, like rain, in words I almost understood; in joy too near to pain. The songs were like the ones you hear in dreams, but can't recall--that fill your mind in slumber, but with dawn, you lose it all...." From the sounds the harp makes as she strums it, it's no doubt a magic harp, and several newts start following her around, drooling in a most un-newtlike manner. From afar, F'hlan blinkblinks for a moment as the maiden's song distracts _him_; songs? Dreams? No, wait -- AIGH! Four rothes suddenly leap out of nowhere, and the elfin rider finds his first serious fight on his hands. The snapping creatures attack him in a quartet; F'hlan's puppy leaps to his defense. You paged F'hlan with 'Perhaps realizing that her singing caused her Protector's distraction, Kassi steels her nerves and pokes at the rothes with her dagger. "Back! Back! Oooh, yuck, is that blood?" Her kitten attaches itself to a rothe-leg and proceeds to try and eat it, for all that it's still alive; her fire-lizards, more used to hunting, swoop down on one creature with screeches of glee. Like the gentlemen they're not (maybe they've been infected by the Curse of Goodness too), they offer all the nearby glowing greens the first bleeding morsels.'. From afar, F'hlan, when the fight is done, stands there with his blade quivering slightly in his hands. His hair has gotten slightly sweat- streaked in the conflict, and a bit of it has fallen forward across his right eye; he stands there panting, the blade covered in rothe- blood, and his clothes somewhat bloodied as well. Including from a slash along his shoulder, which looks strangely redder than the rest of the bloodstains. "Yes," he mutters irritably, "it's blood." His greens devour the offered morsels of rothes, and just in time keep themselves from eating the blues, too. Need those blues, after all. What'll chase them when thy rise, otherwise? Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima stares in horror at the slash, and quickly tears a swatch of cloth from her skirt (where'd her nice, utilitarian wherhide riding gear go, anyway?) to bind it as expertly as possible. "My lord, you must be more careful! I'd--I'd never *forgive* myself if something happened to you, when you're aiding me so on my selfish Quest...." She bites her trembling lip as tears well in her eyes once more; it's really a wonder she's not dehydrated by now. "You must rest, my gallant Protector, and eat, so that this wound may heal cleanly." From afar, F'hlan eyes the maiden warily as she binds his shoulder, thinking, "She _can't_ be this brainless; why's she helping me?" But GoodF'hlan in the back of his mind, aided by the fact that the wounded shoulder is aching like a sunvabeech, somehow manages to convince EvilF'hlan that the GoodKassi offers wise council. "Rest," he agrees. "Alright, _fine_, I'll rest..." He scowls, tiredly, and looks for somewhere to curl up, after stowing as much of their plundered shopkeepr loot nearby as possible. From afar, F'hlan's puppy, as Kassima tends the wounded rider, looks at her adoringly and wags its tail. Yes. Fix Master. You can fix Master, right? Yap! From afar, F'hlan curls up to rest, tiredly plotting. Maybe if I wake up before she can, I can sneak off... Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima is really surprisingly brainless, since her mind is secretly connected to her evil; lose one, lose both. Not that she had much of the former to lose anyway.... She tugs off her cloak and wraps it snugly around the injured bronzeriding elf, hunting amongst the loot. "Water. Water. Is there any water in here?" From afar, F'hlan mutters something and waves a hand at a pair of clear potions, before his head lolls over and he drops into slumber, looking strangely less canny, strangely more pure, as he falls asleep. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima picks up the potions and eyes them... some hidden, buried part of her mind *fears* water, though she's not sure why. "What do you think, sweet kit?" she asks of her kitten, but the cat, being a cat, merely ignores her. Sighing, the hapless, sweet maid takes the potions anyway and soaks up another scrap of skirt--a good thing her skirts are impractically long, if she's going to lose pieces of it at this rate!--then carefully places it over the wound. One of the potions has a strange dark cast to it, but of course, she doesn't notice this.... From afar, F'hlan groans a little as he's tended. His mind fills with odd dreams, of himself doing Recklessly Noble things, saving children and small animals from Dread Peril, and blushing. Doing lots of blushing. Why does this seem familiar? But for some reason, he can't quite reach that dream fully... Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima frowns worriedly as she washes off the last of the blood, placing yet another torn cloth soaked in the dark water on your forehead. "There, now," she says soothingly. "Just *yawn* sleep...." Blinking to try and stay awake herself, she decides to play at her harp some more. Deftly she fingers a few chords... ACCBD, CCAAD, DGCBC.... From afar, F'hlan sleeps. And, as he sleeps, the dark-tinged potion works a strange thing: it makes the wound on his shoulder completely vanish, ever so slowly. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima starts scratching things in the floor with one of her arrowpoints; what other use has she for them, after all? "E pluribus unum," she carves, and then, "Elbereth." Strange lights of gold and silver seem to flash at that word, and she oohs appreciatively. Occasionally, she glances over at the sleeping bronze- elf-rider, beaming when she realizes that the wound is getting better. From afar, F'hlan, dimly remembering that he was going to try to sneak off from you, wakes up all of a sudden, yelling at random, "Decapitate that blue rider!" Then he blinks, and sees you're awake. "Um, ah, hello, my pet..." Benden Weyr> Kindre hugsa 'Lys!!!!!! :) Benden Weyr> Kassima wanders over to snug Alyssa, offering her flowers and candies, then ambles off to spread joy and goodness through the rest of the land. Benden Weyr> Alyssa snuggabuggaKindre. :) Benden Weyr> Jalimax faints. Benden Weyr> F'hlan lurks, frowning balefully, behind a corner. Benden Weyr> C'vadan hides behind F'hlan :) Benden Weyr> Alyssa swooons F'hlanwards :) Benden Weyr> T'lean still has his amiga 2000, but doesn't use it anymore....had a problem never could get fixed...heh. Benden Weyr> Spacegirl Kiff points her transmorgifer at Kassima... Benden Weyr> F'hlan's eyes glitter strangely, and as Alyssa swoons, he catches her deftly in his arms, and kisses her skillfully. Benden Weyr> Alyssa dies in a state of utter bliss, the object of envy for LCGs across Pern. Benden Weyr> F'nar points out that that's HIS job, F'hlan. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima flutters her thick black eyelashes in confusion. "Why would you want to hurt a poor bluerider? And 'tis good to see you awake, sirrah." She blushes for no apparent reason. "I think your arm is getting better, too!" Benden Weyr> Alyssa giggles and hugs two of her most favourite riders. The F' boys. :) Benden Weyr> Kindre just took this when she moved since she couldn't play at school any longer...well, not w/o a 1200 mile drive :) Benden Weyr> F'hlan looks up at F'nar, and grins, evilly, looking for no apparent reason like Kassima. A blue rider. Where's that ax of mine? Benden Weyr> Kassima merely blushes, rather F'hlan-like, at all this talk of axes and swooning. Benden Weyr> F'nar peers. We're in a dimensional warp of some sort. Kassi and F'hlan are exchanging personalities! Or is that just Kassi taking over the world.. Benden Weyr> Alyssa peers at F'hlan and Kassima and Fears. Benden Weyr> Kassima, the Good Greenrider, blinks with genuine innocence at all the peering people. Her luxuriant forelock draps over her headband and one eye rather attractively. From afar, F'hlan gets up, scowls vaguely at his shoulder, and upon finding it unmarked quickly arranges his features into a knowledgeable, serene expression. "Naturally," he assures you. "Now, then, my owlet, what of that staircase?" Benden Weyr> Jalimax whistles at Kassi and snugs her nite :) Alyssa pages to F'hlan and Kassima: You two are scary. :) Benden Weyr> Kassima says, "Drapes, even. :P I can type, really!" Benden Weyr> R'val blinks at Kassima :) From afar, to Alyssa and Kassima, F'hlan leers. You paged Alyssa and F'hlan with 'Me? I'm not scary! I'm just a sweet, hapless Damsel in Distress....'. From afar, to Alyssa and Kassima, F'hlan ... that I'm getting into a dark dungeon. WHOO! From afar, to F'hlan and Kassima, Alyssa thinks this is really frightening. :) Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima smiles sweetly and says, "I think Kitrine has found it." She points gracefully to her kitten, then hopefully suggests, "Maybe we'll find more of those wonderful helpful potions up there!" Benden Weyr> F'hlan sneaks off, muttering in evil glee about a bold new invention: a device to force green and gold dragons to chase bronzes, for once. Simply because it's high fardling time those girl dragons got their share. AHAHAHAHAA! Benden Weyr> Kindre watches the mushrooms she's usually bombarded with turn into daisies..."this is bad, Cap'n..." *laughs at F'hlan!* Benden Weyr> Kassima pales and stares at F'hlan. You... you wouldn't! You've become the Epitome of All Evil! Long distance to Alyssa and F'hlan: Kassima's eyes well with tears as she eyes Lys soulfully. "You mean I *frighten* you? Oh, I would *never* want to do a bad, mean thing like that...." From afar, to F'hlan and Kassima, Alyssa transfers to Telgar. She can't handle this. Benden Weyr> N'ren says, "That's OK. I'll let Kheveth run interference. He won't mind. :)" Benden Weyr> F'hlan simply leers, as Epitomes of All Evil are too canny to confess to it, of course. Pay no attention to those captive lower caverns girls I've got wearing harem outfits in my quarters. Benden Weyr> Kassima blushes and hides far, far away from F'hlan. Next thing you know, he'll start trying to ambush innocent folk with just- hatching green FL clutches...! Benden Weyr> F'hlan says, "Why, Kassima, my dear, what a clever idea." Benden Weyr> Kindre lol! Benden Weyr> Kassima AIGHS! Benden Weyr> Alyssa yeps. Time to transfer back to Igen. Benden Weyr> Jehrina yeesh :) Benden Weyr> F'hlan, using his ever so useful ex-Weyrleader-influence, starts hiding eggs in all the Thunderbolt Wing weyrs. Benden Weyr> N'ren psst psst psst F'hlan, "You're violating the rules for Epitomes of All Evil. They're supposed to laugh evilly, and, once they think they're in control, tell the good guys their plans, giving them time to escape." Benden Weyr> F'hlan blinks at N'ren. Oh, yes. How silly of me. And he launches into a soliloquy, going into exquisite detail about how you all, of course, will bow down before him. Benden Weyr> Kassima hides behind her nice, glowing green dragon, contemplating whether leaping off of her ledge would be better than Impressing any cute green fire-lizards who might want to chew on her headband. From afar, F'hlan, with that, leads you on again. And informs you that he has a new Plan: a need to get our luck turned. "We'll have to find a luckstone," he elucidates, "so we'll have to take the extra downstairs from level 3." Benden Weyr> C'vadan waves g'bye again. Benden Weyr> R'val waves to Cav From afar, F'hlan .oO (And with any luck, the gnomes will slaughter her! AHAHAHAA!) Benden Weyr> Kethran says, "Bye, Cav!" Benden Weyr> Kassima throws tulips at Cav! Benden Weyr> Kindre snugsa Cav and notes somewhere towards the end of this tiride, F'hlan, you'll have to say "...and I wold have gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling kids!" :) Benden Weyr> F'hlan says, "But, Kindre, my dear, I _WILL_ get away with it. Nothing can stop me! " Benden Weyr> F'hlan writes himself a note: "Decide what it is I'm getting away with, later." Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "OK...who hacked into F'hlan's account? :)" Benden Weyr> Jehrina idly slaps her whip in her other hand, eyeing F'hlan oddly. Benden Weyr> Alyssa Fears. Benden Weyr> Kindre looks around for a bit, goofy, slurred-speech dog and a van... Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima, completely taken in by the overpowering (and evil) charisma of the elf-rider, nods in complete agreement. "So long as it doesn't have a curse on it. I hope those downstairs are safe," she adds, fretfully. "I've heard of all sorts of bad things about that place! They say there are nymphs everywhere, and even," she shudders, "succubi and incubi sometimes. There are said to be traps that might even polymorph the unwitting into one of those fearsome beasts! *Do* be careful, m'lord! It would be very bad for Thunderbolt to lose its Wingsecond to one of those evil things...." Benden Weyr> Kassima hides in a deep, deep, deep pit and squeaks at the bronzerider, "You'll never get away with anything!" Then she goes back to Fearing the Evil One. Benden Weyr> Kethran goes idle to get ready for work-type stuffie ;) From afar, F'hlan, for an instant, grins toothily at the thought of succubi. They're even more fun than nymphs. But then he bows and purrs, "Fear not, my pet, I'll dispatch all the vile monsters for you." With that, he descends down the next staircase... into a dark maze. Benden Weyr> F'hlan slides a look over at Jehrina, and purrs to her, "My dear girl, I always did like a woman with a whip. What say you ditch that weyrmate of yours, and come over to my place?" Benden Weyr> Jehrina . o O ( What would he do if I actually took him up on it? ) Benden Weyr> R'val tests Kassima's evilness. He sends VIdarth to her weyr. Benden Weyr> F'hlan beams to himself. Seducing the Weyrwoman. There's an Evil Plan if he ever heard one! Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Jehrina, don't do it!!! Have you ever heard of the term 'doppleganger'??" Benden Weyr> Nich says, "Boo." Benden Weyr> Alyssa tags Nich. Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Aie, Nich." Benden Weyr> Jehrina says, "Yeah, but if it looks like F'hlan, who cares??" Benden Weyr> Jehrina says, "Hi Nich :)" Benden Weyr> Alyssa ooohs. Point. Benden Weyr> Kindre waves to Nich :) Benden Weyr> F'nar aiee! Issa Evil Bluerider. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima turns on that thousand-candle smile and agrees, "Oh, I know you will! That's what big, strong male elves *do*, after all...." She stares into the darkness and whispers, "I don't suppose we have anything to make light with, do we? It's awful dark down here." Benden Weyr> N'ren sniffs at Jehrina. Benden Weyr> Kassima greets Vidarth pleasantly and offers him a cup of wherry tea. Benden Weyr> Vidarth takes one look at Kassima and faints. Benden Weyr> Jehrina says, "I bathed recently, N'ren, thanks." From afar, F'hlan forages through a sack, and produces an oil lamp, which he lights: only to reveal a chittering gnome! F'hlan leaps at it, and promptly runs it through. It falls over with a squeal. Benden Weyr> F'hlan showers Jehrina in bouqets of roses, boxes of exquisite chocolates, and bottles of the Winecraft's finest. Then he parks outside her weyr, singing love songs, and thinking gleefully, .oO (I'll get her to swoon any second now.) Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima wrinkles her aquiline elven nose and pokes at the gnome corpse with a dainty toe. "It's dead," she proclaims. "You've slain the monster! See, I knew you would!" Benden Weyr> Kassima puts her hands on her hips and tells F'hlan sternly, "Wingsecond, it's evil to try to make someone swoon!" Benden Weyr> T'lean says, "Well, if you take off your socks you will...." Benden Weyr> T'lean says, "And then the rest of the qeyr will pass out too...." From afar, F'hlan purrs, "But of course," and proceeds to take out two more gnomes, a slightly bigger and bluer gnome lord, and a dwarf. Grinning, he steals the dwarf's armor, and experimentally hefts the broad short sword. Benden Weyr> F'hlan instructs Tzornth to eat T'lean, the impertinent one. Benden Weyr> N'ren . o O ( Well, at least he knows how to delegate. ) Benden Weyr> T'lean tells Tzornth to drop your socks between... Benden Weyr> Jehrina swoons at F'hlan. ;) Benden Weyr> Alyssa wooooohs, Rina. That's swoonworthy. Benden Weyr> Vidarth tests his luck, and whuffles Kassima, testing her for savage Vidarthburger tendencies. Benden Weyr> F'hlan evilly ignores T'lean, and grins in triumph at the seduced Weyrwoman, whom he smooches. Success! Benden Weyr> Jehrina is smooched by an excessively handsome bronzerider! What a day. ;) Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima starts to sway on her feet at the sight of EvilF'hlan in the handsomely crafted dwarf armor, but firmly reminds herself that swooning in a place so full of Danger and Peril would be a bad thing for a Damsel in Distress to do. "My Protector, that armor suits (pun not intended) you so well! Now I will pray to Erevan Ilsere that it not be cursed, lest it cause weakness...." Immediately, she kneels on the floor and starts chanting in the standard elf-maid way. Benden Weyr> Kassima pats Vidarth fondly on the nose. "Well, aren't you sweet!" she gushes. Benden Weyr> Alyssa . o O ( It is good to be the Weyrwoman.... ) Benden Weyr> Vidarth SHRIEKS!! and runs. << Somethining's wrong with Kassima! She didn't eat me! >> Benden Weyr> Kassima merely looks perplexed. "What was *that* all about?" she wonders aloud. Benden Weyr> F'hlan cheerily leaves the enswooned Jehrina and starts looking for junior weyrwomen to smooch. Then he'll work his way down through a few wingriders, to the lower caverns girls... Benden Weyr> Alyssa sighs. He'll be dead by the time he gets to very junior blueriders... Benden Weyr> Caitria looks rather muzzily confused, and manages, "Huh?" Benden Weyr> Maarie is the silent partner in this Vidarthburger franchise so keeps her mouth shut and smiles innocently. Benden Weyr> R'val says, "Fear, Caitria. F'hlan is now Evil, and Kassi is Good. :)" Benden Weyr> Kassima snugs Tria warmly and hands her a bouquet of fresh chrysanthemums. Benden Weyr> Jehrina says, "Boy, I gave in too easily." Benden Weyr> R'val tests Kassi's limits, "Kassi? Could I have a fresh bagle?:)" Benden Weyr> Jehrina ties F'hlan onto leilanth. bwhaha. Benden Weyr> T'lean says, "Weyrwomen are easy? :) *duck*" Benden Weyr> Kassima cheerily replies, "Of course, good bluerider!" She hands R'val a warm bagel, fresh from the toaster, slathered generously with Philly cream cheese. Benden Weyr> Alyssa AIGH. Benden Weyr> Alyssa wonders if Jehrina remembers it's fun to share. Benden Weyr> F'hlan blinkblinka, at Jehrina, then leers at her. Why, 'Rina, I didn't know you were into THAT. (Little does the bronze rider realize that as long as Jehrina is carrying her whip, she can use its mystic qualities to diagnose the problem. It seems someone has cast an arcane bonding ritual on F'hlan and Kassima, using as its fuel the fact that both their players like Nethack!) Benden Weyr> R'val whimpers, and faints. Benden Weyr> F'nar needs to learn nethack. Benden Weyr> Kassima blushes no less than five shades of magenta at all the leering going on, and makes a note that she still needs to find Greyswandir. Though why, she couldn't say... something about being evil? Why would a good, sweet maiden want to be *evil*? Benden Weyr> N'ren likes Nethack too, and wonders if this will be a problem. Benden Weyr> Kindre whimpers... Benden Weyr> N'ren protects Kindre? Benden Weyr> Kassima also notes that the remainder of the fuel is the sheer impossibility factor that Heroes and Villains ever have *anything* in common, much less something so fundamental as love of Nethack (not to mention being loyal followers of Erevan Ilsere!). Benden Weyr> F'nar finds man hack.. Hmm. Benden Weyr> Jehrina says, "But.. I like it too. I think we're all in trouble here. ;)" From afar, F'hlan inspects himself with approval as the armor glows amber for a moment, then strides merrily off to hack and slash (and occasionally pepper with arrows) a cadre of gnomes, a dwarf lord, a swarm of giant ants, a black naga hatchling, and a gray ooze. By the time he's done, his collar pin proclaims "F'hlan the Ohtar," and his skill with his weapons has noticeably increased. All seems safe enough till, all at once, he stumbles right into a pit -- and falls on a set of iron spikes! Benden Weyr> Alyssa refuses to learn Nethack. It's scary sounding. Benden Weyr> T'lean has 3.2.1 compiled for xwindows on his machine... Benden Weyr> R'val has never played nethack :) Benden Weyr> Caitria wonders how she'll look if she asks what nethack is? Benden Weyr> Kassima would normally offer, in all innocense, a Potion of Hallucination to Alyssa at this point, but she can't. She's a Good Greenrider now. All I can do is blush and be noble and self- sacrificing! Benden Weyr> Kindre is right there with ya, Caitria :) Benden Weyr> Kethran giggles. Pretty good, actually, 'Tria. Benden Weyr> R'val Thinks we really don't want to know Kindre, Tria :) Benden Weyr> Kethran gotta run! Bye, all! Be on later (much later) tonight Benden Weyr> Caitria chuckles...and heads back to bed, or a reasonable facsimile thereof. Benden Weyr> Jehrina runs around the weyr, tapping people with her whip. Aiyaaa!! Benden Weyr> Caitria acks, and flees faster, looking very confused. Benden Weyr> N'ren steps into the hit and catches the flying Weyrwoman? Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima shrieks with maidenly dismay and runs past the disemboweled corpses, carefully avoiding those her kitten is eating, to lean over the pit. "My lord!" she cries. "You are entrapped!" No duh. Searching for something to use as a rope, she quickly unties her white sash and knots it a few times, lowering this down to the elvish male. "Climb up this, my Protector," she urges, "before you become more seriously injured! Oh, if only I had gone first; then this trap would have caught me, instead of you, and you would be free of the agony of Cold Iron!" From afar, F'hlan yells, "AIEEEE!", his voice ragged with pain, as he lies pinned on the spikes! The scream draws more gnomes and dwarves, who, incensed that this elf has dared slay their brethren, start closing in for the kill. F'hlan's valiant puppy stays at the edge of the pit, growling, and bent on defending his master. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima hears the harsh dwarven breathing over her shoulder and *glares* at the little men. "How dare you try to harm my lord while he's hurt!" she fumes, and throws her dagger at the nearest. Deeply inset Kassinstinct causes her to throw the weapon with a speed and agility, not to mention accuracy, usually unknown to helpless elf-maids, and the dwarf goes down with a blade in his throat. "Oh, no!" she gasps, aghast. "Look what I've *done*!" From afar, F'hlan's greens start viciously pecking out eyes of the nearest dwarves, but those dwarves have hefty pickaxes and two greens go flying. SPLAT! F'hlan groans, feeling sad for a moment, even in the grip of Iron-induced agony. The puppy takes out another dwarf or two and gobbles them down, turning into a dog as it does so. You paged F'hlan with 'While her mistress is busy sobbing wildly in remorse for having slain a living creature, though still holding on to the sash-rope, Kassi's kitten mrowrs with disgust and starts clawing gnomes into Purina Cat Chow. Loud chomping sounds can be heard as she finally has a decent breakfast.'. From afar, F'hlan looks up deliriously, mumbling, "Not that... sharding handsome, really..." And he stares with groggy eyes as Kassima's collar glimmers its way up through two more levels of "Elleth". Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima eventually dries her eyes and looks up, to find many chewed-up bodies surrounding her, a few of which are twitching feebly. Shuddering in disgust and terror, she peers back over the edge. "Think no such false thoughts, my Protector! Just climb up here before that cruel Iron may torture you further!" From afar, F'hlan blinks with great difficulty. Climb? He's supposed to climb? He considers this, moans again, then shakily gets to his hands and knees, and then to his feet. He nearly passes out again as he fumbles at the sash-rope, and only after three more tries makes it to it... even as a squad of hill orcs suddenly appears out of nowhere! "ELVES!" they shriek, and in unison utter an orcish battle cry! From afar, F'hlan's dog snarls, and leaps once more into battle, along with the greens! As the orcs attack, three more greens go down, and F'hlan actually sobs, so sad does he feel in that moment. But the moment passes and allows him to work at the monumental task of hauling his pain-wracked body out of the pit. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima seems to have gained a bit of bravery-- or is it just stupidity?--with her newfound strength, and flings herself in front of the injured F'hlan, picking up any weapons that the gnomes and dwarves may have left behind and throwing them at the orcs. "Take that!" she screams. "And that, and that! And that!" One of the items happens to be a potion of confusion, which sends several orcs wandering idiotically into the pit. The swarming blue fire- lizards peck at the orcs, eyes whirling bright orange. Kill those lovely, sweet greens, will you? Then prepare to die! From afar, F'hlan hauls himself up out of the pit at last, and wobbles dangerously on the edge of it, torn between sneaking off and leaving the maiden to her fate, and nobly leaping into battle to aid her... which one should he do? Why can't he decide? Bleeding copiously through the spike-holes in his armor, he crumples at the edge of the pit, while his dog viciously rips the throats out of the rest of the orcs. From afar, F'hlan, as confused orcs trip over him and go SPLAT into the pit-trap, mumbles feverishly, "Why of course I'll take that extra watch, P'tran..." Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima, minus four blues and her cat and sobbing incessantly her loss--as well as the fact that she's killed more poor, innocent souls--hauls herself over to the bleeding bronzerider. "Brave Protector," she mourns, "look at how these wounds bleed! There must be something I can do to help heal you...." At the sacred Weyrleader Name of P'tran, she blinks, and that green glow becomes slightly more evident in her eyes for a fraction of a second, before her grip on evil and intelligence slips away once more. Benden Weyr> Kassima snugs K'tyn and hands him a bouquet of lilacs and lilies. Benden Weyr> K'tyn grins at Kassima. Benden Weyr> F'hlan eyes K'tyn balefully and wonders if he can do something to eliminate the lad... .oO (Have to kill off all the other bronze riders! They're competition!) Mutterchuckling evilly to himself, he huddles in his quarters, poring over Tomes of Evil. From afar, F'hlan slumps sideways into your arms, even as he wrestles with coherence. He retains enough to mumble, "Minetown... two levels down...." as his dog whines, worried. Benden Weyr> Kassima meanwhile tosses all her Tomes of Evil into a sack for later burning. "What are these terrible things doing in my weyr?" she wonders, bemused. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima nods, her expressively liquid green eyes awash with worry. "I'll get you there, my lord; it is the least I can do, after everything *you've* done for *me*!" Oofing with effort, she manages to get to her feet, and staggers towards the staircase. Bereft of her kitten, she follows the dog faithfully, hoping to Faranth that he knows where he's going. Somehow, she manages to ignore all the blood leaking onto her formerly spotless pure white dress, as distress over her Protector's rather hole-y condition wipes out all other concerns. From afar, F'hlan, with one arm looped over your shoulders, staggers along beside you, mumbling as he goes, "Extra sweeps! Blush pink! That child really mine? Oooogughhhhh..." When you get to the next down- stair, he very nearly falls down it. Benden Weyr> F'hlan peers. Not sure if I'll get hom ein time for tonight's flight. Benden Weyr> Alyssa snuffles at F'hlan too. Benden Weyr> R'val is not sure if his friends are gonna drag him out tonight. Hmm ;) I'm sure to miss Kassi's, sadly :) Benden Weyr> K'tyn sighs, then frowns. "F'hlan, what will we do? There's not a bronze to chase if we can't make it!" Benden Weyr> Alyssa thinks your dragons are weird, Kiat, if you're chasing bronzes... Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "And T'lar will be there with Nicoth. :)" Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima's face grows grave with concern. "Sweeps? Pink? Child? Huh? You're delirious, sirrah--try to fight it! We're at this staircase. Lean on me, I'll try and get us down safely...." She mutters in dismay as she notes the stairs have no handrail, though of course she doesn't curse creatively as Kassi might normally do. That wouldn't be maidenly! Benden Weyr> F'hlan doesn't know about you, K'tyn, but he'll probably get mind-bogglingly drunk. Benden Weyr> Kassima ooohs, drunk F'hlan! Normally, of course, I'd be cackling at the prospect--but as it is, I can only feel terribly sorry for you. What a curse this goodness be! Benden Weyr> R'val likes it Kassi. Another bagle, please? ;) From afar, F'hlan, indeed, is delirious, and his skin is hot with fever. The dog slinks along at his heels, whining at the scent of blood and illness that surrounds the rider. Benden Weyr> Alyssa yeows. Drunk, lecherous, evil F'hlan? Benden Weyr> K'tyn meant bronze to chase the greens, Lys. :) But you knew that, I bet.:) Benden Weyr> Alyssa did indeed, Kiat. :) Benden Weyr> F'hlan, after getting smashed, will proceed to seduce three or four lower caverns girls. Benden Weyr> F'hlan ... in every Weyr! Benden Weyr> Kassima hands R'val another fresh bagel, and blushes redly at F'hlan's words. Benden Weyr> LCGs from across Pern raid the Seacraft for oysters in preparation. Benden Weyr> R'val beams at the helpless, good Kassi, and gulps his bagle down. Benden Weyr> F'hlan .oO (Now if I can just poison T'lar, F'laav, K'tyn, P'tran, and S'riv, the Weyr and all the golds in it will be mine! AHAHAHAHAA!) Benden Weyr> Jehrina says, "You may not poison P'tran or you'll be stuck being the WL again F'hlan." Benden Weyr> Jehrina says, "And I'll make you do it, too. :)" Benden Weyr> Alyssa points to Rina's whip. Benden Weyr> N'ren says, "Unless she suckers me into it. ;)" Benden Weyr> F'hlan regards Jehrina leeringly. But of course. (Since when did Tzornth's rider have horns peeking out of his hair?) Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima occasionally stops at a spring to tear off another scrap of skirt and soak it in water to bathe your feverish brow, but for the most part, just tries to hold herself and you up. "Armor... heavy..." she oofs, then nearly breaks down in frustrated tears again as she hears the approach of more gnomes. She pitches her voice gruffly and mimics a gnome, grumbling about the meager amount of gems to be found in this mine, and manages to sneak by. Benden Weyr> Jehrina smirks. Benden Weyr> Kassima polishes her gleaming halo and shakes her head sadly at F'hlan. "You have fallen far into Darkness, bronzerider," she admonishes. Benden Weyr> F'hlan knows! Isn't it fun? Benden Weyr> Groucho Marx appears and says, "Fell? I leapt headfirst." Benden Weyr> Mehlani eyes her father worriedly and starts researching a cure. F'hlan pages: .... at last! Is that the sound of multiple cash registers, and the patrolling feet of watchmen? Benden Weyr> Kassima looks aghast. "Evil, fun?!? Not at all! It's cruel and wicked, and must be stopped!" (Else who knows how many F'hlanspawn the Weyr might wind up with, between all those LCGs?) You paged F'hlan with 'We're nearly there," the Kassi-maid reports breathlessly, staggering down the stairs and trying to find her way to the town. Sweat from her effort causes her forelock to straggle over her headband most becomingly, and she blushes at a swooning watchman nearby even as she drags you into the gates of Minetown. "Fountains!" she gasps for breath. "There are fountains; we can get you clean, and to the Temple, and everything will be fine, you'll see...."'. Benden Weyr> Jehrina bamfs. Benden Weyr> K'tyn waves! Seeya! From afar, F'hlan mumbles slurrily, "Must lead the charge! Thunderbolt Wing forever! Can't let the Thread fall on that helpless Hold.... oooooohh..." He replies, as you urge him on, "I'm fine, thank you, Amberyl..." From afar, F'hlan bleeds a trail of red as you haul him along, attracting several lurking creatures who just LOVE the scent of blood. And, now that you're dragging the wounded rider through well-lit streets, you're all too visible... Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima blushes again. "Oh, I'm not Amberyl, Wingsecond! I'm just a greenrider, no one important... please try to rest. You *must* get well!" She wipes a stray tear from her eye and sets you gently down beside the fountain. Before she can start trying to get a headstart in at least cleaning off some of the blood, she finds herself surrounded by killer bees, giant ants, and a gnomish wizard or two... and the Watchmen aren't doing anything at all to help. Hmph! In these dire straights, there's only one thing she can do: pray to Erevan Ilsere to tend to your wounds, or even just give her some of her strength back, so that this story might eventually have a marginally happy ending! From afar, F'hlan shrieks raggedly as a killer bee gets in a sting on him... and his strength dwindles, leaving him to collapse there on the flagstones of the street. His loyal dog leaps to aid you in the fight, even as the mystic prayer summons the god's power... and makes the creatures shrink back in terror of the divine! Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima takes a deep breath, feeling her strength renewed, and draws the dwarvish mattock that she managed to salvage. Though she staggers under the weight of the weapon--her maidenly form is rather devoid of musculature--she still manages to swing it about, narrowly avoiding chopping her own feet off by accident several times. Several ants and bees score hits on her legs and arms, and she shrills a piercing battle cry full of pain and maidenly anger as she stabs at her foes with the weapon. From afar, F'hlan ... Corpses litter the street around you, as the battle rages! At last it is over, leaving you there with F'hlan's unconscious form. Is it your imagination, or has a bit of normal color returned to his face? He is still senseless, though... Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima collapses to her knees on the cobblestones beside you, exhausted and drained of strength, besides having gained a few wounds. Including a mysterious knife-wound in her leg, apparently caused by a gnome who snuck in during the melee. "Ah, poor my lord! Those wicked beasts cannot leave such an elf-man of true heroism alone for a second! Wait but a moment for me to cleanse your wounds, and then we shall start for the temple...." She cups her hands to gather water from the fountain and pours it over the numerous stab- wounds, ignoring the watchmen's outraged protestations. As the water reveals the infamous Shardingly Handsome features under all that blood, that and sheer weariness nearly make her swoon right then and there, but she stoically resists and continues with the water- treatment until the blood is, for the most part, gone. Struggling against the urge to black out, she manages to heave both herself and you to a standing position, and staggers for the Temple. From afar, F'hlan moans thickly as you haul him into the Temple doors... even as a serene voice calls, "Welcome, traveller," filling you with a strange sense of peace. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima weeps with relief. A temple of Erevan Ilsere! "Hail, good cleric!" she calls, desperation for aid coloring her voice. "We need help, please, and badly--this noble elf has been gravely wounded, and I've naught of the healing powers to set him to rights!" She wipes the back of her hand across her brow, leaving a smudge of blood behind. From afar, F'hlan, looking suspiciously as though he's swooned, mumbles, "Oh, no, please, I couldn't take another green, I wouldn't want to hog them all," and makes the priestess look at him oddly. Then the woman intones, "Erevan Ilsere in his might needs power from his followers. Have you a sacrifice?" Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima blinks stupidly, emerald eyes already starting to cloud over. "A... sacrifice?" she murmurs, setting F'hlan gently and carefully against the temple wall. "I... I can get one, there are so many corpses outside... just take care of him in my absence, please...." Wiping her crimson-stained hands on her much- reduced skirts, she takes one step towards the door before her eyes roll back in her head and she falls gracefully into a full maiden's swoon of exhaustion. Fortunately, the thirty-six remaining fire- lizards are well up to the task of fetching a corpse, and haul in a small gnome. It's a good thing they've already eaten so that they haven't chewed on it any. From afar, F'hlan ... As the corpse is dropped on the altar, it is consumed in a burst of flame (the corpse, not the altar), and a clump of four-leaf clovers appears at the swooned maiden's feet. From afar, F'hlan ... The priestess smiles. "Ereven Ilsere smiles upon you, child," she says, bathing Kassima's face with water, and feeding her gentle broth for more strength. "Ask of him your boon." Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima beams gratefully up at the priestess, sipping daintily at the broth. Then she clasps her hands and prays fervently, and selflessly, "O great Erevan Ilsere, Lord of Elven-Folk and Protector of Things Faerie, I beg the boon of your healing for my honorable guide and protector, F'hlan the Ohtan, who was beset most horribly by monsters but still nobly battled to guard me despite his injuries...." On and on she drones, praising you to the Heavens and waiting, hopefully, for a sign that her boon has been granted. From afar, F'hlan stirs, exhaling a soft sigh, as his body begins to glow. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima meanwhile sinks back against the Temple wall, moon-pale elven skin gone waxen from blood loss and weariness, and sinks into a dreamless sleep. Given that she hasn't slept even once during this whole adventure, it's really no wonder. From afar, F'hlan's dog yips hopefully at the light encircling his master. Light. Master. This is Right! Yes! Maybe it'll help fix the other thing that's wrong with him, too, yes, maybe? Bark bark bark? Hoping to help the light along, the dog licks his master's face hopefully. From afar, F'hlan opens his eyes as the glow fades, and whispers, "Where am I?" Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima rasps in her sleep, "Blueriders... knives... Tillek swill... evil glowing zombie proddy lower caverns girls...." In sleep, her features seem to have relaxed into a faintly wicked appearance, though since everyone--even Kassima--looks angelic when they're asleep, there's really not much change. From afar, F'hlan jumps as the priestess tells him placidly, "In the Temple of Erevan Ilsere, my son. You have been most gravely wounded, and this maiden has brought you here for tending." At that, F'hlan blinks, and looks over at the muttering Kassima. "She did?" he asks blankly. "What on Pern did she do a fool thing like that for?" From afar, F'hlan ... "It was the Right Thing to Do," replies the priestess. "A good and true act." And at that, F'hlan pauses, confused. Good and true acts... Seeing him hesitate, the priestess encourages gently, "The god smiles upon those who repay kindness with kindness, warrior." Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima's eyes crack open at those words, and she stares morosely at you, too tired even to weep (and for the now- tearsome Kassi, that's saying a lot). "I did something else wrong?" she whispers, obviously quite dismayed. "I'm... sorry...." With a soft sigh, she slumps back against the wall. From afar, F'hlan murmurs absently, "The Right Thing to Do...." Wondering why in the world he's feeling the urge to blush, the elf turns to the priestess and says, "I'll be right back..." He slips out of the temple, looking this way and that, and sneaks craftily off to the general store. Faranth. The Evil Bronze Riders Assocation will never let him down if they hear about this, but nevertheless, he creeps into the general store and buys the first potion of extra healing he can find. And he brings it back to the Temple, where, oddly reluctantly, he administers it to the wounded Kassima, with his own hands. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima opens her eyes groggily, shaking her head in confusion as she realizes that not only is she not injured, but she actually feels pretty close to well. "My lord," she jubilates, eyes shining, "you have healed my wounds! How noble of you, to tend to me... but it puts me further into my debt." She sighs. "How I'm ever going to pay that back now, I don't know; it seems not all the wealth in the world could repay your kindness. And you, too, look well!" This seems to make her even happier. "You were not permanently harmed by this endeavor--oh, I'm so glad of that!" Far off, in the distance, the sound of her cat's ghost's gagging can be heard. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima corrects, blushing at her error, "Your debt, not my debt, I mean." From afar, F'hlan actually does blush, then, and he mutters gruffly, "Yeah yeah yeah. So, um, we have to find this Greyswandir thing, right?" Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima climbs to her feet, smoothing out her now tattered and liberally bloodstained skirt as she nods. "I'm still not sure *why*," she admits with her brow furrowed cutely in confusion, "but I know it's important. There's something wrong that only Greyswandir can cure." From afar, F'hlan then blinks as the priestess puts in, "Indeed? My children, know ye not that Greyswandir is a Neutral weapon? It would surely strive to smite thee with its power, should you attempt to wield it." Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima's jaw sags, and her wide, slanted eyes start to brim over again. "You mean all of this was for naught? But... but whatever can I do now? With Greyswandir out of reach...." She starts to cry with all her heart and soul, the good part of her weeping at having caused so much trouble for this noble elf-rider for naught, and the evil part crying at the thought of being stuck as a *good* greenrider... forever! From afar, F'hlan looks from priestess to elfmaid and back again, as the priestess attempts to soothe. "But, my dear, whatever could be wrong, that you could not call upon Erevan Ilsere's might for aid? Hast thy faith been so sorely rattled?" From afar, F'hlan shoves a hand through his rumpled hair, which, for a moment, tries to get in his eyes before staying slicked back from his forehead. What could be wrong, indeed? Something IS wrong... he feels strangely halved, and can't figure out why... nor can he fathom the reason for his stepping to Kassima, and telling her gruffly, "We'll... solve this problem. I'm sure. Don't fret, my owlet. Don't fret..." From afar, F'hlan .oO (Within, GoodF'hlan rejoices. Yes! Ever so slightly he has gained more influence, more control over the body that is rightfully his! Good will prevail, if only he can strive a little harder to convince EvilF'hlan to keep doing noble deeds -- that alone will lift the dark curse from his head, or at least lessen it!) Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima sighs. "'Tis not that, good priestess, but that I know not what the matter is... and I have been calling on Erevan Ilsere far too often, lately, to expect his goodwill for a time. I know how he feels about his folk coming to depend upon him. Curing something so fundamentally *wrong*...." She sweeps her thick forelock back and readjusts her headband, nodding to F'hlan with a sigh. "Of course... there *must* be a way. And if anyone can find it, you can... that is, if you're still willing to aid me?" She looks up at you with those guileless eyes, trying not to look *too* hopeful. From afar, F'hlan .oO ('Do it, F'hlan, do it! It's the Right Thing to Do!') And, oddly, there is no look of lust in the bronze rider's eyes, as he murmurs softly, "I shall aid you, lass, truly." Ever so slightly, his eyes turn softer, his face more gentle. Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima's dark side is having a bit more trouble fighting its way through; perhaps because of its sheer disgust, or maybe because with even the EvilF'hlan turning good, there's really not much evil around for it to gain a foothold on. "Bless you!" the reformed greenrider cries, clapping her hands in joy. "'Tis truly too kind and good to be believed! This only leaves the problem of finding a place to look... and something to look for." From afar, F'hlan ... The Priestess peers at you both, and says solemnly, "Children, perhaps I can aid thee in thy need. Hast heard of the Amulet of Yendor?" Long distance to F'hlan: Kassima shakes her head. "No, my lady... I know not of the Amulet, though Yendor is a strangely familiar name...." She looks towards the bronzeriding elf Protector, to see if he's less clueless than she. From afar, F'hlan's brow furrows. "Is it a Weyr?" he asks, and before his baser instincts can prevail, goes on nobly, "Does it need to be protected from Thread?" But the Priestess shakes her head. "It is an artifact of the Gods... and it has fallen into the hands of the rebel god Moloch. Rightfully, it belongs to Erevan Ilsere, so that he may gain deserved ascendance over the other Gods. You, my children, are the chosen ones born to recover the Amulet for Erevan Ilsere!" You paged F'hlan with 'In a sudden burst of her old self, Kassi hums the Valdemaran song 'Chosen One' for a few moments, but ceases when the Priestess gives her a strange look. "My apologies," she blushes, then nods, face radiant as she turns to the Wingsecond. "It would be the Right Thing To Do!" she breathes in excitement. "A true and unselfish Quest!"'. Benden Weyr> Kassima grins at Lys. Well, how do you expect me to be omniscient if I don't +watch everything? :) Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Kassima, you're scary." Benden Weyr> Kassima is not! She's just your typically NTSP greenrider who happens to blush a lot and fear the Epitome of Evil *points to F'hlan*. Benden Weyr> F'hlan cackles darkly and intones, "You will bow down before me, Jor-El! Both you, and then one day, your heirs!" Benden Weyr> P'tran huhs? :) Benden Weyr> Kassima starts humming Jirel of Joiry for N.A.R., then shakes her head. "Good must never bow before evil!" she replies bravely. Benden Weyr> Aly banishes F'hlan to the F'hantom Zone Benden Weyr> F'hlan smiles innocently to P'tran. Nothing at all amiss, O Fearless 'Leader'. Benden Weyr> P'tran ums, ok .. I think ... :) Benden Weyr> Kassima flutters her eyelashes in utmost innocence, and smiles sweetly at P'tran. "Nothing at all is wrong, O Great One! Here, have some chocolates! And flowers! And money!" She starts throwing zorkmids in the air, skipping merrily through the daffodils, tra-la- la. Benden Weyr> F'hlan then aies! at Aly, and goes spinning off into space, trapped in a polygon. Benden Weyr> Alyssa says, "Oooh, Superman redux." Benden Weyr> F'hlan taps his fingers impatiently on the inside of his polygon and awaits the nuclear explosion that'll set him free. Benden Weyr> Alyssa feeds beans to Tzornth. That should do it. Benden Weyr> Ryialla hides. Benden Weyr> Kassima beats her fists against the polygon, wailing about the poor noble soul trapped within, and the evil in the world that would ever wreak such havoc on anyone--much less a wingmate! (Obviously, she's *totally* lost it. It's amazing what those arcane mind-bonding rituals can do.) Benden Weyr> Kindre wonders what poor, quiet Mehlani will think of the "new" Daddy... Benden Weyr> F'hlan, alas, remains trapped (while his typist goes to catch the bus). :) LAter, folks... Benden Weyr> P'tran waves to F'hlan :) Benden Weyr> Alyssa HUGS F'hlan and is going +quiet for a few. Benden Weyr> Kindre 'nites F'hlan :) Benden Weyr> Kassima snugs F'hlan and presents him with flowers, chocolates, and zorkmids. Plus stuffed animals, and other such nauseatingly sweet stuff. Benden Weyr> Mehlani is already Aware of the problem, and is, indeed, anxiously poring over arcane tomes of lore. With that, her typist kerbamfs.