Well. No-one said to stop, so, after many months, I'm going to keep going.
Hmm...
I don't own anything etc.
After about four days, everyone except Daine and Harry had finally made there way
back to the ruins of the central foyer of the palace. Alanna was controlling the
meeting:
Thayet: "ahaaaaaaaaaaahaaaarghhhhhhhhhhh"
George: "I've got an idea-"
Duke Gareth: "So much for your hangover pills, Buri..."
Alanna: "SHUTUP!"
Thom: "This is all too preposterous for words."
Myles: "Where'd you come from? Haven't seen you for ages."
Thom: (derisively) "*I'm* not so stupid as to-"
Thayet: "ARRRrrrrrrrrrrhgrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Buri: "You know, it's all very quiet out there."
Raoul: "Eureka, I have found it!"
Duke Baird: "It is time..."
Alanna: "SHUTUP!"
Lil' Thom: "I have a bleeding gash across my forehead."
Gandalf: "I knew I shouldn't have become involved in this."
Gary: "My pet leopard is turning *green*."
Alanna: "Riiigggghht. Anyway, I suppose now we have to go rescue Jonathan."
Thom snorted, "Personally, I don't see why we have to go to all the trouble. I mean
*I* would make a perfectly good, if not better, replacement," he said, "Until, of
course, such a time as when the true heir is of age," he added hastily, seeing their hostile stares.
"Of course we have to rescue him!" shouted Thayet hysterically. Alanna patted her
arm soothingly, and said, somewhat reluctantly:
"And of course we will, Thayet. Now, you go upstairs and separate your
children from the roof, yes?"
"Alright," sniffed Thayet, and walked forlornly away up the crumbling staircase. " Now-" began Alanna,
"I propose a fellowship," Cut in Gandalf, "The Fellow ship for the King!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And so it was. No-one could think of anything else better to do, and so the fellowship
was as follows:
Alanna the Lioness,
Gareth of Naxen junior,
Myles of Olau,
George of Pirate's swoop,
And Thayet of Conte,
For mortal men, in their crumbling halls,
Gandalf Greyhame,
Thom of Trebond,
And Harry Potter, (who had turned up somewhere in the proceedings looking very
much worse for wear)
For extremely doubtful sorcerers, in their portals from nowhere,
And Daine Sarrasri,
For no one particularly, in the land of animals.
And so there were nine walkers/riders/flyers to set out against one crippled sorcerer.
"What about Father? Why isn't he coming?" asked Gary,
"Oh, he and Buri can look after the palace and restore the population while we're
away," said Alanna absently. Thom looked incredulous,
"Restore the-"
"Shutup and concentrate on lighting our way."
"Why should I take orders from a-"
"I may be suffering from rather gruesome psychological problems right now, but I am
the leader of this fellowship, and what I say goes!"
"Hang on a second," said Gandalf, "I am the most experienced fellowship member
here. *I* should lead!" Alanna waved her sword around at the weary fellowship,
"Who votes for Gandalf to lead?" Harry, in a fit of stupidity, raised his hand. It took
George, Gary and Myles to restrain her from decapitating him. Alanna looked slightly
shocked at her display of violence.
"Maybe it would be better if I didn't lead. I have some things to think about," she
said, staring around vaguely. She directed her horse Planetsun to ride a little apart
from the group. George's horse, (Alanna had insisted on naming him
Moonstargalaxy), strained at the bit. No one said anything else, and they proceeded to
gallop leaderless into the sunset.
I don't own anything etc.
After about four days, everyone except Daine and Harry had finally made there way
back to the ruins of the central foyer of the palace. Alanna was controlling the
meeting:
Thayet: "ahaaaaaaaaaaahaaaarghhhhhhhhhhh"
George: "I've got an idea-"
Duke Gareth: "So much for your hangover pills, Buri..."
Alanna: "SHUTUP!"
Thom: "This is all too preposterous for words."
Myles: "Where'd you come from? Haven't seen you for ages."
Thom: (derisively) "*I'm* not so stupid as to-"
Thayet: "ARRRrrrrrrrrrrhgrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Buri: "You know, it's all very quiet out there."
Raoul: "Eureka, I have found it!"
Duke Baird: "It is time..."
Alanna: "SHUTUP!"
Lil' Thom: "I have a bleeding gash across my forehead."
Gandalf: "I knew I shouldn't have become involved in this."
Gary: "My pet leopard is turning *green*."
Alanna: "Riiigggghht. Anyway, I suppose now we have to go rescue Jonathan."
Thom snorted, "Personally, I don't see why we have to go to all the trouble. I mean
*I* would make a perfectly good, if not better, replacement," he said, "Until, of
course, such a time as when the true heir is of age," he added hastily, seeing their hostile stares.
"Of course we have to rescue him!" shouted Thayet hysterically. Alanna patted her
arm soothingly, and said, somewhat reluctantly:
"And of course we will, Thayet. Now, you go upstairs and separate your
children from the roof, yes?"
"Alright," sniffed Thayet, and walked forlornly away up the crumbling staircase. " Now-" began Alanna,
"I propose a fellowship," Cut in Gandalf, "The Fellow ship for the King!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And so it was. No-one could think of anything else better to do, and so the fellowship
was as follows:
Alanna the Lioness,
Gareth of Naxen junior,
Myles of Olau,
George of Pirate's swoop,
And Thayet of Conte,
For mortal men, in their crumbling halls,
Gandalf Greyhame,
Thom of Trebond,
And Harry Potter, (who had turned up somewhere in the proceedings looking very
much worse for wear)
For extremely doubtful sorcerers, in their portals from nowhere,
And Daine Sarrasri,
For no one particularly, in the land of animals.
And so there were nine walkers/riders/flyers to set out against one crippled sorcerer.
"What about Father? Why isn't he coming?" asked Gary,
"Oh, he and Buri can look after the palace and restore the population while we're
away," said Alanna absently. Thom looked incredulous,
"Restore the-"
"Shutup and concentrate on lighting our way."
"Why should I take orders from a-"
"I may be suffering from rather gruesome psychological problems right now, but I am
the leader of this fellowship, and what I say goes!"
"Hang on a second," said Gandalf, "I am the most experienced fellowship member
here. *I* should lead!" Alanna waved her sword around at the weary fellowship,
"Who votes for Gandalf to lead?" Harry, in a fit of stupidity, raised his hand. It took
George, Gary and Myles to restrain her from decapitating him. Alanna looked slightly
shocked at her display of violence.
"Maybe it would be better if I didn't lead. I have some things to think about," she
said, staring around vaguely. She directed her horse Planetsun to ride a little apart
from the group. George's horse, (Alanna had insisted on naming him
Moonstargalaxy), strained at the bit. No one said anything else, and they proceeded to
gallop leaderless into the sunset.
