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10/20/2001
Logfile from G'deon
Above the Lake
A panorama unfolds beneath: the bowl beaten flat as it curves out from the lake's
chalky waters, dusky earth 'neath the endless stretch of sky above before the
Weyr's spindles break the view. Milky blue-green waters swirl below, tempering
the 'lizard filled air with gentle thermals that flow and eddy through the Walls'
many cracks and crevices. Scattered ledges mark the nearby rocks, endless layers
of Weyrs tucked into the wall as it sweeps right up to the Star Stones high
above.
It is a summer evening. The light fades, and the first stars begin to peek through
the night sky. The moons begin to rise, bathing the land in their cooler glow.
Obvious exits:
Sky -- Beach -- Above the Pens -- Lake -- Above the Bowl -- Ledges
You soar in for a landing on Nezdarvyth's ledge.
Nezdarvyth's Ledge
Barren. Forbidding. This ledge is but the entranceway to the darker interior
that is this weyr, a seeming step into the grasping darkness. ..Was that a giggle?
And perhaps..faint lullabye music? No, it must be your imagination. The ledge
itself is scuffed a bit, though surprisingly smooth, free of talon-marks and
chips. Who keeps their ledge in tip-top shape? Nezdarvyth does. Come on! This
is the entrance to his inner sanctum! His lair! The very bowels of his abode
where he makes his plans! Gotta have a spiffy doorway! And there it is. Glimmer!
Sparkle! Shine! Drown in the illusion of grandeur.
It is a summer evening. The light fades, and the first stars begin to peek through
the night sky. The moons begin to rise, bathing the land in their cooler glow.
Inside the weyr, you see Nezdarvyth and two people.
On an outcropping of rock is Infernel.
Obvious exits:
Weyr -- Fly
Nylanth thinks to you, << I bespoke Nezdarvyth with: Nylanth sends a cooling breeze of misty air like the thawing drifts of springtime as he intrudes upon you in a quietly deep baritone. << Nezdarvyth, would your rider perhaps be free for a moment or two? G'deon would like to speak with him if possible. Or we can come back. >> >>
Nylanth senses Nezdarvyth drifts back along rippling murky depths, a whispery cackle echoing along his thoughts. << X'ner is free.. Shall I have him come out? You are welcome..within if you like. >> Although it's scary in there. Oh yes.
You slide gently down Nylanth's neck and land with a soft thud.
You go to the The Villain's Lair.
The Villain's Lair (#9323)
It's dark. It's dreary. It's got that dank, swampy..slightly smelly...air to
it. Or something. Either way, the very atmosphere of this darkness-strewn weyr
is one of evil, from the writhing shadows upon the walls, to the...cheerful
little glowbaskets? Yeah, if it got any scarier in here, poor Nezdarvyth might
cry. He has to keep up his air of evilness, you know. Mwaha. A stony couch fits
into the corner posessing the most shadows, a perfect leering point for the
bronze mastermind that dwells upon it. Er..or lazes upon it in his slumber,
snoring. Beautiful pillows adorn the area around the bronze-sized couch, none
in the mighty Nez's sleeping area, but in reach when the dragon needs to cuddle
on something squishy...that won't mind if it is punctured by a talon or two.
Besides, that's not messy. A bed is located not too far away, halfway coated
in the same drapery of shadow that the couch is. Upon it, are furs of black,
making sure to keep with the mood of the weyr. Although under those furs, are
undersheets a very nice shade of pink! A small hearth is kept ablaze across
the expanse of room, the main light source for this darkened abode, flickering
to cast those weepy shadows upon all surfaces. A desk is laden with different
items...items very odd in most senses. A rock. A brush. A bucket. Ah, Nezdarvyth's
collection. The items with which he will someday use to rule. Beware, traveler,
for entering this dark place. This place..of total insanity.
The lingering smell of forged metal and misty swamps floats about this Weyr,
the scents of Nezdarvyth himself..dark..and forbidding.
It is a summer evening. The light fades, and the first stars begin to peek through
the night sky. The moons begin to rise, bathing the land in their cooler glow.
On the ledge, you see Nylanth.
Lingering in the shadows are Mutiny, Sasori, and Anrui.
Bronze Nezdarvyth is here.
You see Twin in a Rock here.
X'ner is here.
Obvious exits:
Ledge
G'deon peeks in quickly and glances about, squinting just a bit. "Uh... X'ner? If you have a minute or two I was wondering if I could drop a couple things off."
X'ner is..quite flopped on black and pink sheets, cuddling them. Yay..nice sheets. Nice..Eeek! He hops up quickly, looking at G'deon with a rather large bit of surprise before glaring at Nezdarvyth. "Well you could've /told/ me we had company." Dragon looks innocent. Or as innocent as Nez can look. Flutter. Him? He didn't do anything bad. Cackle. The bronzie boy looks at G'deon again, grinning quickly. "Um..sure." Blink. Waitaminute. "Drop off stuff?" Eh?
G'deon really can't help but give a /tiny/ grin as he tries to nod soberly. "Aye, see, I was talking with Quara earlier and she thought it would be a good idea for me to drop by. See, we could really use another bronze in the Inferno wing, so who better to ask than an Inferno bronzer?" he asks, this time grinning quite genuinely. "Unless you'd rather not." He swings the satchel from earlier that day to his side and pokes about inside, brandishing a small blue, black and fiery red emblem for a badge and a shiny bottle of Benden White. He really doesn't waste time. "If course, if you'd rather not, I can find someone else to give these to..."
Starry eyes. That's X'ner's first response. Then of course.. "Oooooohhhh!!" Bouncy bounce, and the bronzie is hop-skipping over to G'deon. "Inferno! Infernooo!" Someone happy about the choice? Oh yes. Muchly. "Of course I want to!!"
G'deon laughs, happily handing over the items. "Oh wait... or do you prefer red?" He blinks once or twice, then simply pulls that one from the satchel as well. "Here, just in case. Us bronzers have to be good hosts, you know," he comments confidentially, winking at the young man. "This is fantastic though! We really do need more of the big guys in that wing." Since yours truly has to stick with the weyrleader wing for now. "I'll be sure to let Quara know. I'm sure she'll fill you in on all the things you need to know. She's good at that."
X'ner woos happily. Gifts! Gifties! He likes stuff. "Wooo..thank you!" He's not about to turn down wine. Nah. Smirk. "Oh yes. Good host. Right. Mmmmhm." Now he just needs to bring someone home with him... Oh yes, the big guys. Nezdarvyth puffs up as much as he can, trying to make himself larger than he is. Big! Big!
G'deon laughs again and gives both rider and dragon a snappy salute. "Welcome to the family guys. I hope to see you at the Inferno table now and then!" Yes, he still eats with his old wing. Aww... "But with that, I'd better get back to the weyr and the work that is so patiently waiting for me. Clear skies."
You go to Nezdarvyth's Ledge.
[End of log]