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	'''September, 707 CR'''		'''September, 707 CR'''

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Michael Bard at 03:57, 28 August 2008

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	She sighed. "Yvarra."		She sighed. "Yvarra."

	"But, why should we let you, an obvious warrior and--," he motioned at the "Sword of Songs'' and it gave him the thumpthump of an angry kettledrum in response, "--and-- Keep that damn thing under control!"		"But, why should we let you, an obvious warrior and--," he motioned at the ''Sword of Songs'' and it gave him the thumpthump of an angry kettledrum in response, "--and-- Keep that damn thing under control!"

	Yvarra grinned. She could smell that he'd voided himself. Bloody idiot guards. "I simply want I'm told is my right. Or, should I ask for-- George?"		Yvarra grinned. She could smell that he'd voided himself. Bloody idiot guards. "I simply want I'm told is my right. Or, should I ask for-- George?"

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	'''September, 707 CR'''		'''September, 707 CR'''

Michael Bard at 07:31, 9 February 2008

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	\|next=[[User:Michael Bard/The Cultists Strike Back!]]		\|next=[[User:Michael Bard/The Cultists Strike Back!\|The Cultists Strike Back!]]
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Michael Bard at 07:26, 9 February 2008

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	\|next=[[User:Michael Bard/~~Untitled Metamor Keep story~~]]		\|next=[[User:Michael Bard/The Cultists Strike Back!]]
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Michael Bard at 05:44, 7 February 2008

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	Her stomach grumbled louder.		Her stomach grumbled louder.

	She knew of far too many arrogant ~~SoBs~~ that would have starved before eating raw grain, but her life had taught her to be more practical. Just like the damn cult, whatever it was, had taught her to kill. And, just like she was going to work with what she had, and apparently with some gifts of basic abilities and simple sanity, rather than railing (?) about things she couldn’t change.		She knew of far too many arrogant bastards that would have starved before eating raw grain, but her life had taught her to be more practical. Just like the damn cult, whatever it was, had taught her to kill. And, just like she was going to work with what she had, and apparently with some gifts of basic abilities and simple sanity, rather than railing (?) about things she couldn’t change.

	Turning, she made her way over to where the poor soul was cursing the gods, and everybody else he could think of. "--name of the Gods, of Eli, why me? Why? Damn piece of crap picks ''here'' of all the godsforsaken places--"		Turning, she made her way over to where the poor soul was cursing the gods, and everybody else he could think of. "--name of the Gods, of Eli, why me? Why? Damn piece of crap picks ''here'' of all the godsforsaken places--"
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	Cupping her hands, she took some water and lapped it up. And then some more, and splashed it on her muzzle to deal with the dryness. Before her in the water was her reflection. So beautiful, and so alone.		Cupping her hands, she took some water and lapped it up. And then some more, and splashed it on her muzzle to deal with the dryness. Before her in the water was her reflection. So beautiful, and so alone.

	Cocking her head, she looked at herself. She needed something-- An image flashed her mind, a vision of herself. Floppy brimmed hat, whip on her belt, repeating crossbow pistol. What had been on her forged letter? ''Obtainer of Rare Antiquities''. Probably call it something like ''~~Raiders~~ of the Lost Cult''. On her back, the ''Sword of Songs'' seemed to begin some kind of march--		Cocking her head, she looked at herself. She needed something-- An image flashed her mind, a vision of herself. Floppy brimmed hat, whip on her belt, repeating crossbow pistol. What had been on her forged letter? ''Obtainer of Rare Antiquities''. Probably call it something like ''Raider of the Lost Cult''. On her back, the ''Sword of Songs'' seemed to begin some kind of march--

	She snorted. Nobody would ever care to hear about her.		She snorted. Nobody would ever care to hear about her.
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	Yvarra watched the cat watching her, its tail swinging back and forth like a pendulum, as she looked up at the-- man she presumed was the baker. He certainly ''smelled'' like he was. "Yes. Some bread. Maybe some honey if you have it. Some beer -- I don't care at this point. And help."		Yvarra watched the cat watching her, its tail swinging back and forth like a pendulum, as she looked up at the-- man she presumed was the baker. He certainly ''smelled'' like he was. "Yes. Some bread. Maybe some honey if you have it. Some beer -- I don't care at this point. And help."

	"~~The bread and honey I can do.~~ Assuming you have the same diet as deer, I have some fresh acorn bread you might like. Got the honey, got the bread. As to the help, well, it depends."		"Assuming you have the same diet as deer, I have some fresh acorn bread you might like. Got the honey, got the bread. Rather than then the beer, may I suggest some hot apple cider with cinnamon? As to the help, well, it depends."

	"That would be wonderful! As to the help, well, I'm new here."		She ''drooled''. "That would be wonderful! As to the help, well, I'm new here."

	"Oh?" he called as he went into the back.		"Oh?" he called as he went into the back.
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	Damn alicorn.		Damn alicorn.

			----

			The room was small but clean. She could smell fresh hay in the beds and a hint of soap. Yvarra had made sure she had the room for herself when she'd been taken there. It cost her extra, but she wasn't in the mood to see anybody right now. The only light source was a single candle, a single flame burning bright, and filling her nostrils with the scent of wax.

			What a day! She was worked up, tense, and full of frustration.

			Throwing her clothes on the bed on top of the ''Sword of Songs'' which donged in protest, she rinsed her muzzle out in the basin of water.

			''Sigh''.

			She blew out the candle and then lay on her side, smoke drifting through the room, the red cinder on the wick fading into darkness. A huge yawn shook itself out of her, and she winced as her muzzle opened wider than it was probably supposed to.

			Shifting around, she tried to get comfortable. No luck. With a groan she got up and began pacing back and forth, her memory and the faint glow of her alicorn giving her enough information to walk forth and back, back and forth, between the two beds.

			Klepnos damn it!

			When she was ''this'' worked up she'd get drunk. Now impossible. Or have a woman. And that was impossible at this damn place too! Hmph!

			Or was it?

			She flopped back on the bed and looked down. Yvarra had never done it from this side before, but then she'd certainly practiced enough.

			And she was never going to get to sleep without doing ''something''.

			She poked down ''there'' with a finger and her eyes opened wide.

			This could work. It had better.

			An hour she was curled up, fast asleep.

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	She ''knew'' the hall way had been straight.		She ''knew'' the hall way had been straight.

	And, she knew ''now'' that the ~~hall way~~ curved.		And, she knew ''now'' that the hallway curved.

	What ''was'' this place?		What ''was'' this place?
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	Not able to do anything else, she resumed walking down the passage. She had no idea where it led, but she also ''refused'' to go back to that room. Yvarra didn't take gifts, didn't take handouts. She made her ''own'' way!		Not able to do anything else, she resumed walking down the passage. She had no idea where it led, but she also ''refused'' to go back to that room. Yvarra didn't take gifts, didn't take handouts. She made her ''own'' way!

	''You took the'' Sword of Songs a voice whispered in her mind.		''You took the'' Sword of Songs, a voice whispered in her mind.

	''It's a tool. A tool loaned for a job''.		''It's a tool. A tool loaned for a job''.
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	"One more thing." She reached into a pouch and pulled out the cut scrap of cloth. Pulling it out, she unfolded it, and slapped it down on the open book, the faint symbol facing out. "What is this?"		"One more thing." She reached into a pouch and pulled out the cut scrap of cloth. Pulling it out, she unfolded it, and slapped it down on the open book, the faint symbol facing out. "What is this?"

	"Trivially? A piece of black cloth, wool I think, with a sewn design. No clue what that dye is from."		The mouse picked it up. "Trivially? A piece of black cloth, wool I think, with a sewn design. No clue what that dye is from."

	Yvarra snorted.		Yvarra snorted.
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	"Yup. Nothing to worry about. The watch will take them out when they get around it. Now, if that's all, I am ''very'' busy-- things to catalogue, books to organize-- ''Important'' things to do. If you think you can handle it, there are literacy classes--"		"Yup. Nothing to worry about. The watch will take them out when they get around it. Now, if that's all, I am ''very'' busy-- things to catalogue, books to organize-- ''Important'' things to do. If you think you can handle it, there are literacy classes--"

	Yvarra snorted, and the rattattat of a ~~metaldrum~~ on her back agreed with her. "Miss-- I am ''quite'' capable of taking care of myself. And, if I saw a ''need'' to read, I would ''not'' need your charity to learn how. In fact--"		Yvarra snorted, and the rattattat of a metal drum on her back agreed with her. "Miss-- I am ''quite'' capable of taking care of myself. And, if I saw a ''need'' to read, I would ''not'' need your charity to learn how. In fact--"

	But the owl had already closed the book and launched herself back into the air.		But the owl had already closed the book and launched herself back into the air.
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	~~{{add\|~~As Yvarra left the library, she realized that the hallway looked-- different.}} Different from what she'd come in through. But-- She didn't have much of an option though as there was only one way to go. It seemed like she walked for hours, the only sound her footsteps, the only scent her own, and the stinking tar of the torches. A part of her wondered who replaced them, as she could detect no sign of anybody else having been here. That made no sense, but then nothing around here seemed to do so.		As Yvarra left the library, she realized that the hallway looked-- different. Different from what she'd come in through. But-- She didn't have much of an option though as there was only one way to go. It seemed like she walked for hours, the only sound her footsteps, the only scent her own, and the stinking tar of the torches. A part of her wondered who replaced them, as she could detect no sign of anybody else having been here. That made no sense, but then nothing around here seemed to do so.

	She was ''really'' beginning to hate this keep.		She was ''really'' beginning to hate this keep.

Michael Bard at 10:50, 26 January 2008

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Michael Bard: Many more little edit changes throughout -- this should be close to the final version

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Michael Bard at 10:50, 26 January 2008