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Rebecca's mouth dropped, which showed perfect white teeth. She stared at Dalamar, and said, "What?! I can't do that! I'm not a-"
Dalamar smirked. "Not yet, child."
"I'm not a child."
"I'm calling you that until you tell your real name."
"All right. It's Rebecca. Happy, you little-"
"Yes, I am. Now, Rebecca, I came for a reason. You must go to Palin Majere."
Back at the funny place with the nutty gods…
Solinari looked at the heading and said, "Young lady, if you don't change that sign right now…"
*Gulp* Okay then, back to the gods…
The three gods listened in shock.
"She can what?" Lunitari cried.
Nuntari listened, and smiled. "So the ghosts are as scared of her as they would be of Raistlin. She will be very useful to us."
Solinari chuckled. As she gains more magical power, the radius of her live magic zone will grow to encompass all of Krynn. "On the up side, our mages can use magic around her."
The Red and Black Robed gods nodded.
To another person on the same plane…
He opened his eyes, and smiled. She was there. But, would she return the magic to Krynn, or hoard it?
No, he thought. Rebecca wouldn't. She's too- too noble to not share. She would feel a kinship with all the wizards since she has read those *&^&% books.
The door opened, and the man sighed. It was morning.
A dark seductive voice purred, "I thought I'll test a new torture on you. You relive memories, and I'll start with the night after your Test…"
On a ship…
Dalamar leaned over the side for the fifth time in a hour.
Rebecca rolled her eyes as she helped a sailor tie a rope. It's funny that Dalamar can get seasick. I wish I had a camera.
"Ralime, can ye willing to play a game of bones?"
Rebecca smiled. "Okay, Cherf."
A dwarven fighter that who on board wasn't having as bad a time as Dalamar. He had the crap beaten from him by Ralime and her rapier.
"You little brat! How can you fight like that?" the dwarf asked, annoyed.
"My name is Ralime, not 'little brat.' And at my school, you could learn that kind of swordsmanship."
The dwarf laughed, and Rebecca hollered at the top of her lungs, "Land ho!" at the same time as the man at the crow's nest did.
**
Dalamar glared at the dwarf as they stood before the Smiling Dragon Tavern. "No, you will not come."
"Dalam," Rebecca snapped back, "We could use a fighter, and Blackforge is a good one."
"I'm not traveling with a dwarf."
"Then, bye!" Rebecca said, smiling evilly. With that, she turned around and walked away with Blackforge.
"Where are we going to?"
Rebecca said, "To Solace." She looked out upon the bay, and smiled. "I hope it's like what I think it's like."
**
Palin shuddered, and he blinked twice. A middle-aged man, in white robes, stood before him.
"Palin, one of your kin will come for teaching. You'll be able to use the Art after you begin teaching the young Majere. Good luck." With that, the man vanished, without a trace.
"The only Majere I know that can use magic is my son… unless, there's one I don't know about…"
Back to that other person on the same plane as the gods… (Any ideas about who it is?)
He woke up, bathed in sweat and, at his groin, another 'fluid.' He breathed, "It was true. But she left for another world. I can't believe it! I have a daughter!"
Rebecca's mouth dropped, which showed perfect white teeth. She stared at Dalamar, and said, "What?! I can't do that! I'm not a-"
Dalamar smirked. "Not yet, child."
"I'm not a child."
"I'm calling you that until you tell your real name."
"All right. It's Rebecca. Happy, you little-"
"Yes, I am. Now, Rebecca, I came for a reason. You must go to Palin Majere."
Back at the funny place with the nutty gods…
Solinari looked at the heading and said, "Young lady, if you don't change that sign right now…"
*Gulp* Okay then, back to the gods…
The three gods listened in shock.
"She can what?" Lunitari cried.
Nuntari listened, and smiled. "So the ghosts are as scared of her as they would be of Raistlin. She will be very useful to us."
Solinari chuckled. As she gains more magical power, the radius of her live magic zone will grow to encompass all of Krynn. "On the up side, our mages can use magic around her."
The Red and Black Robed gods nodded.
To another person on the same plane…
He opened his eyes, and smiled. She was there. But, would she return the magic to Krynn, or hoard it?
No, he thought. Rebecca wouldn't. She's too- too noble to not share. She would feel a kinship with all the wizards since she has read those *&^&% books.
The door opened, and the man sighed. It was morning.
A dark seductive voice purred, "I thought I'll test a new torture on you. You relive memories, and I'll start with the night after your Test…"
On a ship…
Dalamar leaned over the side for the fifth time in a hour.
Rebecca rolled her eyes as she helped a sailor tie a rope. It's funny that Dalamar can get seasick. I wish I had a camera.
"Ralime, can ye willing to play a game of bones?"
Rebecca smiled. "Okay, Cherf."
A dwarven fighter that who on board wasn't having as bad a time as Dalamar. He had the crap beaten from him by Ralime and her rapier.
"You little brat! How can you fight like that?" the dwarf asked, annoyed.
"My name is Ralime, not 'little brat.' And at my school, you could learn that kind of swordsmanship."
The dwarf laughed, and Rebecca hollered at the top of her lungs, "Land ho!" at the same time as the man at the crow's nest did.
**
Dalamar glared at the dwarf as they stood before the Smiling Dragon Tavern. "No, you will not come."
"Dalam," Rebecca snapped back, "We could use a fighter, and Blackforge is a good one."
"I'm not traveling with a dwarf."
"Then, bye!" Rebecca said, smiling evilly. With that, she turned around and walked away with Blackforge.
"Where are we going to?"
Rebecca said, "To Solace." She looked out upon the bay, and smiled. "I hope it's like what I think it's like."
**
Palin shuddered, and he blinked twice. A middle-aged man, in white robes, stood before him.
"Palin, one of your kin will come for teaching. You'll be able to use the Art after you begin teaching the young Majere. Good luck." With that, the man vanished, without a trace.
"The only Majere I know that can use magic is my son… unless, there's one I don't know about…"
Back to that other person on the same plane as the gods… (Any ideas about who it is?)
He woke up, bathed in sweat and, at his groin, another 'fluid.' He breathed, "It was true. But she left for another world. I can't believe it! I have a daughter!"
