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[sythyry]

Nendrai Rampage [16 Hispis 4262]

I am never going to get this Enchantment project done. And today was particularly annoying, since the actual Enchantment was going fine, I just got interruped, seven days through the week.

Ptefshi came charging into the Enchantment room, and pretty much grabbed me and started shaking. "Sythyry! Sythyry! You must come quickly!"

"Why, why?"

"Your nendrai has gone berserk! She is teleporting forward and back over the city, and creating the most horrible and dangerous elementals!"

"She's not my nendrai," I said. At times of utter emergency and nendrai attack, there is nothing more important than being entirely clear on minor semantic points. At least, there's nothing that helps more than that, so you might as well do it if it amuses you, you're doomed anyways. "What are the elementals doing?"

"Circling around and around, over the city. We've closed the gates, and turned on some extra protections," said Ptefshi.

"I'll be there soon, and see if she'll talk to me."

Here are the elementals that I wrote down. There were some more standard ones too.

1. A seven-headed, seven-legged ostrich, the size of a enraged gazebo and nearly as dangerous.
2. A giant winged bear (looking rather like Loukerax) armed with a pair of golden clubs (looking rather like chopsticks) and wearing a golden helmet (looking rather like a bowl).
3. A burning-maned lion with a scorpion tail, striding dangerously on the air.
4. A winged chalice of water wreathed in lightning bolts.
5. A carcanofex whose spiral horn is made of flames, and set about with space distortions, so that it was hundreds of feet long and would slither past many sorcerous defenses.
6. A reflection of light off of ice (with no actual light source or ice to hand) capable of inflicting terrible wounds.
7. A very big mole armed with a very big glass broadsword and a very big teleport spell.

So, enchantment ruined. City besieged. Still no Orrenfriend.

I looked up at the bear, and up at the nendrai, and shouted, "What are you rampaging about? Those stolen things?"

Comments

[zhaleskra.livejournal.com]

Do you suppose she's going to do this for the remaining two days? Or continue indefinitely until her items are returned?

At least she came in on her own, so no one can legitimately accuse you of doorwaying.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

She's not in the city. She's over it.
More later.

[zhaleskra.livejournal.com]

My point still stands, er, . . . hovers? Whatever.

[kensan-oni.livejournal.com]

I, of course, and dreading the worse, and that is that ... (her? I can't remember) sweetheart has rejected (her) fully, and she is going on a rampage cause she is distraught, and angry, and want's to blame the Sythry for not doing more to help (her) for doing more then just give out treats.

[mattlazycat.livejournal.com]

Hee, I was thinking it was quite the opposite - that she's showing off (or practising showing off) for her sweetheart, and Sythyry can offer her a poptaloop and ask her to practice on some other city, giving him another opportunity to seem terribly powerful, impressive and praise-worthy to the duke, which he will somehow fail to capitalise on ^.^

[calamitous-cani.livejournal.com]

And how dangerous, exactly, IS a gazebo, enraged or otherwise?
Some nendrai seems not to have heard the story of the Sleeth Who Never Fell, or if she has, hasn't taken it to heart.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

I don't know that one either.

[calamitous-cani.livejournal.com]

It's one I heard as a child.. maybe it is regional?

A Rassimel wanted to become a great acrobat, and he heard stories about a Sleeth who was so skilled that nothing could make her fall from a precarious perch. He sought her out and eventually found her, reclining in a sunbeam atop a narrow branch in a tree.
"O Sleeth," he called out, "Are you the one who's skills are so great that nothing can make you fall?"
"I am," said the Sleeth. "Why do you come to find me here?"
The Rassimel boy was cheered to have discovered this master of acrobatics. "I want to learn how I too can never fall from any perch!"
The Sleeth stretched on her perch and smiled a big Sleeth smile. "That is not a hard skill to learn. Maybe I am teaching you. It is very much a hard skill to explain."
The Rassimel bowed his head. "I will do anything to learn this skill from a master like you."
Just then, a surprising gust of wind shook the tree the Sleeth master was sitting on. The Sleeth dropped from the branch as the wind swung the branch back and forth, spinning crazily through the air, and landed splayed out in a disastrous position for an instant. Then she stretched herself out coolly, arching her back, and smiled up at the Rassimel who could swear that surely the master had fallen from the branch.
The Sleeth looked about calmly, and picked up a snack she had left in a bag beside the root of the tree. "As are hearing," she stated, "I never fall."

The Rassimel boy was surprised, and bowed his head. "I understand now, o Master Sleeth." And he went on to become a great acrobat. And while sometimes those watching his acts would be amazed at how skillfully he dove to the ground from precarious places, he became legendary in his own right for never once falling.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

That's certainly a good story!

[waywind.livejournal.com]

I like that story! Thank you for sharing it.

[tuftears.livejournal.com]

Agreed with the others, an excellent story!

[chipuni.livejournal.com]

*applause for the story!*

[kris-schnee.livejournal.com]

I've heard that an adventuring group from somewhere right near where I live (though others say it's right near where they live) encountered a gazebo that only one warrior realized was a deadly foe. The tale of their battle has become legendary.