Peredhil

But inside the Cabaret, the air is cool. Peredhil looks happily around. Guido the Bodyguard is talking to Guido the Bartender. Nuncio is standing at Elrond's back, scratching idly at the the blond wig still fixed to his pate. Elder Zool's portrait is talking to Loremaster Jechum in low tones, while Orlan is idly whittling chocolate into bunnies and other shapes - some not so recognizable. Doctor Evil, lolling at a table, smiles faintly everytime he and Elrond's eyes happen to cross. The wheels and cogs of many ideas spin behind his impassive gaze. His confidence is rather disconcerting. As always of late, several of the Zadowns are around, although very subdued at the moment. Peredhil frowns faintly, but can do nothing about the situation. Gwaihir has taken his stack of parchments to a table in the shadowy corner. His Quill is worn to the nub as he works and reworks each line, searching for the perfect meter and word, building poems from his heart. Not for him the quick scribbles such as Elrond enjoys. The faintest glimpse of Yui in the shadows behind Gwaihir, then gone again. The Huntress has many hidden paths through Shadow and shadows, this must be an intersection she uses frequently. All in all, it is a lovely day so far, wondering who will come through the door and spend some time next.

Peredhil saunters into the rubble of the Recruiter's Office followed by his sons and Body Guards. Elladan and Elhohir begin straightening furnature and pictures as Guido and Nuncio grab brooms. Peredhil strides up to the wall behind the desk and pulls his Pen from an inner pocket (Guaranteed to write on any surface!). Dearest Founder, he writes on the wall, The egroup site has been left behind Myfamily is gone over, ThePenisMightier ThenTheSword Was deemed simply crude. This Mighty Pen-Site is the one and only, You've found it now - with 'than' Permit me to break the hairy-knuckled bonds Of your grammatical jailor's brawny grasp. Peredhil summons Power and uses the titianium quill tip to slash the Runes of Release around the stanzas. A Portal opens to Ozymandias languishing in the grip of Confusion and the verse flees down the into his cell, providing a Map. Stepping back, Peredhil tosses the Pen into the Portal as it begins to implode, hoping it will reach the Founder. Sensing a faint contact, he knits his brows together in intense concentration, pouring his very essence into maintaining the spell's power - even as a brief smile of nostalgic pleasure plays across his face. "Hurry," he whispers in strain, "Hurry!" An azure flash paints a sudden stark shadow against the ceiling as if a phantasmal train were running the rails of the pathfinder spell. Elrond Peredhil was blown away as the spell collapsed birthing the body of the King. Peredhil was back on his feet in a flash ready to raise the Ringed hand when the Founder's chest shuddered into gasping life. As Peredhil turns, he sees that the clutter and rubble has been removed. With Ozymandias carried by the Giant Guinea Pigs, the party then exits out the back door from whence they came before Wyvern can return. (Edited to comply with the Founders post. ) Edited by: peredhil31 at: 7/19/01 4:50:10 pm

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