Clearing It Up
Subject: Re: Muddling through...
Oops. Looks like I wrote that massive message for nothing. Thanks a LOT, Dan. :-P
From: Dan
Subject: Re: Muddling through...
Oh, yeah. Right. Ummm... oops? I guess I should have been more clear with in head and out loud words. The "exchange" with Mission didn't happen, the Fools bit was spoken aloud, as was the bit about the sanctuary while Cadfael was dithering with the glove.
Of course, you could pretend that Sa'id, using his very large brain, has picked up on Cadfael's unspoken meaning :p (especially considering he has voiced it, just not in the last E-mail :)
From: Ty
Subject: Re: Back in the Saddle, er, email, or something
Welcome back, Matt!
I will wait for everyone to check in before I write the next turn.
*goes off to write his turn for Matt's game*
From: Karl
Subject: Re: Back in the Saddle, er, email, or something
checking in
From: Raja
Subject: Re: Muddling through...
Ah so. Well, I'll defer to Ty on which portions of my message actually happen and which do not.
From: Mike
Subject: Re: Muddling through...
Actually, I think that Sa'id may have been able to get that from some stuff that Cadfael said before. On 5/13 I see:
"He gives himself a secret smile and goes on, 'There is a hole in Kor Garesh's side. A hole leading straight to his heart. What is so small a hole to this mountain God? He does not feel it; steps have not brought it to his attention. But a single footfall will give him knowledge.' Cadfael's gaze flickers up and his focus has suddenly shifted to intently look into Mission's eyes."
I could see a smarty like Sa'id getting the "certain doom" stuff from there.
From: Mike
Subject: Re: Muddling through...
Ack, wrong quotation!
Here we go:
"His smile dies and he looks at Mission with sad accusation, 'I have been cloaked in a shadow he cannot pierce, an ink that clung to those that walked with me, we have dined on it with every meal. But every step toward this end has pushed the gloom nearer, growing more pure at my center and lifting with every pace away from me. When Pelor is at his highest I may cross, when the shadows cast are barely more than skin deep. When in his temple those uncovered and seen will be struck down by the gathering darkness. A Darkness that may already know we are here, Brother. You and the half man have strayed.'"