Subject: Re: Testing?

Has this turn been received by everybody? Better safe than sorry.

Noemon [email address removed] wrote:Buchek ambles over to where Holn is tending one of the wounded soldiers and squats down next to his friend. "He was there Holn, there before my eyes, and it was all I could do to force Nauhata to connect with him once. One time! He pauses for a moment, tracing his finger along the intricate designs that cover the axe's blades. "Do you...do you think that our ancestors could have taken his side? Could they have? He is a brother killer! And yet, if not that, what explains Nauhata's reluctance to take his life?"

After this conversation is over, Buchek approaches the prisoners. He scans their faces, seeing if he recognizes any of them. How he interacts with them will depend on whether or not he does.

Subject: Re: Testing?

This is the last substantive message I sent to the list:

On 8/31/04 8:08 PM, "Raja [last name removed]" [email address removed] wrote:

> "Bermid? He's directing traffic, keeping everything organized. He found the
> leader in himself somewhere, it looks like."
>
> Elotai pauses. "Why? Well..." he sighs. "It may take some time to explain.
> Here, sit and watch these prisoners with me." The elf squats down about ten
> feet from the bound raiders, and begins drawing idly on the dirt with a
> stick. He thinks about how best to explain this to Holn, but then, figuring
> that the human is both a wizard and from the eastern tribes, settles on
> blunt honesty:
>
> "As I said at the inn, I have... dreams. Sometimes they come when I am not
> asleep. This has been happening for five decades now, and gradually they
> have grown focused on the far east. I have tried many remedies, but none
> have worked... permanently." Elotai frowns, but carries on. "In fact, I have
> seen some of you in my dreams. The dwarf, the wolf..." he trails off. "Some
> of the things I have forseen have come to pass, others have not but may
> still. I just know that if I wish to be rid of this curse, I must go east,
> and I must go with this group, if it will have me."

Subject: Here's poor Kayla

(copy of what I sent to cowgame on Tuesday)

(I apologize for the lateness of the re-release of Kayla's thoughts. This one is different from the original email. On the upshot, I had a good weekend.)

Kayla sits on the bench, watching the last of the clean-up efforts. She is playing a slow melody, and has been for the last candlemark or so. It feels good to settle into something so routine. After all, she could be sitting in front of the Silver Knuckle at home, playing a bit of a ballad as the night air sweeps through her home town.

But instead, she watches the townsmen bring burned pieces of wood into the center of town, to await a larger effort to bring the charred mess out of town in the morning.

Kayla sits, letting her mind wander into the past. She had been afraid, tonight. Combat was something she never came across as a roof walker, or even as a minstrel. While she was taught basic street fighting as a necessity, she was good about staying away from bringing those necessities to the fore.

Kayla had never been as anxious as she had been tonight. Years ago, just a few moons after she had begun roof walking, she had had her first real scare as a thief. Kayla is about to settle into the memory when a very loud batch of wood was tossed into the pile. Her mind jerks her back into the present, and she reprimands herself for letting her mind drift.

After this song, she will find her room and go to sleep if no one comes up to her.

Subject: Re: Test

Check one, two. One. One. Two. One, one, check, test, one.

Check.

Subject: Re: Test

I got this. I'm replying to both the list and to you personally Matt, so you should receive two copies if everything is working properly.