Subject: Re: [porc] A change is in the sky.... Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 04:32:53 +0800 From: Mea Culpa To: "dagrfall@ods.com" JAMES R DAVIS wrote: > >And so a new day broke over Menevia, and I thought it 'd be nice to > >have a day of rest after all that had happened, and we only had 4 hours > >traveling left to my ship, I do wonder though if we're ever gonna make > Sentinel > > Waking from deep sleep in mid-afternoon, Catris and I were refreshed. It > was only a few hours to nightfall, so I made my way to the bar and > commenced to make a pig of myself again, as the change left me ravenous. > Catris picked at her food, as she was not hungry. Changing into a > hatchling is less strenuous and stripping on the system. While I ate, > Mea lectured me on the force of gravity and told me that we were just > hours from her ship. Her normally quiet, calm voice was rather strained > and loud, as she had to get over my chomping and slurping. > > Finally sated, I pushed the platter away and said "Let's wait a few hours > more to leave. At nightfall, I will turn into the dragon again, and we > can cover four hours of travel in minutes." Mea and Zarth reluctantly > agreed, while Catris knew I would have to carry her, and Adeline was > ecstatic about being able to experience flight again. (When we came to > Tamriel, she lost her powers of vampiric flight.) > > Packing everything up, we stopped on the road just outside of that town. > I dropped my pack, removed Catris' and pulled her by the wrist away from > the others. I stripped off my robe and she disrobed as well. The sky > was clear and as the moon peaked above the horizon, the change hit us. > Catris was still a small hatchling in dragon form, but I was a grand > silver wyrm. Her change was slower than my own, and as she struggled in > pain, I tore at the ground with my great claws. Finally she stood up and > gathered our discarded clothing in her claws, far more dexterious than my > own. I lowered one wing and everyone climbed on my back. Catris moved > into my right claw, as she was smaller than the palm of my hand then. I > felt a series of leather straps wrap around my chest and the scales on my > back. My companions were lashing themselves to me. > > Once they were prepared, I crouched down, the muscles in my legs wadding > into tight balls, then leapt into the night sky, headed for Mea's ship, > anchored in the Iliac Bay. > > ~Lord Jemalas Tamislane of Thornwood, Ruler of Kalisis > JDavis109@juno.com > And so I found myself on the back of a gigantic Wyrm in the middle of the night, you gotta admit a girl can get her self into strange places, I mean if anyone would have told me that i would be sitting on the back of a Dragon, well it's likely I would have referred him/her to the local Priest specializing in inner cranium defects. However I've done a fair bit of climbing and levitating in my time ( remembering the peak of Castle Sentinel fondly ) so that after a couple of hours the newness of flying in this style wore off, and I started to ponder if Jemalas in this form would fit on the poop deck of my ship, I mean I've got a ship but it aint a ocean going square rigged caravel, if you see my point. Apparently, Zarth was enjoying the flight tremendously, as he was singing from the top of his lungs all the way, I couldn't understand a word of it, may chance it was a language unknown to me, he had taken of his mask, to more fully enjoy the pleasures of true freedom, I guess, in any case, I saw the contours of Illiac bay slowly but surely getting more defined ( this is one of those occasions when you really appreciate Infravision, and I promised to ask the others if they too had night vision ). With the Bay now in sight I tried to convey my worries about the size of my ship and Jemalas's present form to him, let me tell you it isn't easy yelling into the wind doing the Gods know how many leagues an hour, but I tried. "Jemalas" I shouted as loudly as I could ...................................................... -- Regards Mea /\ /vvvvvvvvvvvv \----------Sacre-Noir------------------------. `^^^^^^^^^^\^ /ŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻ \/ +-----------------------------------------------------------+ | "Vegemite" the power of love... | +-----------------------------------------------------------+ | "I didn't do it, it wasn't my fault" | +-----------------------------------------------------------+ |Homepage: http://geocities.com/TimesSquare/Labyrinth/6161/ | +-----------------------------------------------------------+ Mea Culpa Fighter - Cleric Toujour L'amour Mea Culpa Fighter - Cleric Toujour L'amour HTML Mail 1st Villa South of the Angry Porcupine Work: Would be very upsetting Vanshire Fax: N/A Menevia Home: Australia + 0411 116587 Winzip Netscape Conference Address Tamriel Additional Information: Last Name Culpa First Name Mea Version 2.1