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Xenograg's last thought as he falls asleep is of his missing Ostego sword. Its loss, even temporarily, brings deep regret and sad memories. Xenograg sleeps...and dreams of the past.

He awakens the next morning, troubled. The dreamed memory kept replaying over and over, but never past a certain point. Something about that nags at his consciousness--the dream was about the death of Ch't'ze the Ostego. Xenograg realizes he has been repressing that memory for years. He sees this now and feels the grief anew. He tries to drown the grief by working a long, hard day over a forge.

That night, Xenograg dreams the same memory. Again, it stops at a set point and restarts. Since no one dreams the same dream twice, Xenograg heeds the portent. This memory is important; its unremembered end is the key. What happened to him after Ch't'ze died? Xenograg knows he must know.

Queen Teleperien has a full schedule today, so he will wait until dinner to ask for her help again. She had gazed into Xenograg's mind once before with her serene elven eyes to help him rediscover a lost memory. Hopefully, she can do it again.
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As she leans against the alcove door that lead to her private garden, Teleperien watches as her good friend Xenograg levitates about a foot off the floor, deep in meditation. She doubts it not that he senses her.

Two nights before she was wakened from her sleep to tend to his injuries inflicted by the wraiths. Candles were hurriedly lit, waking a servant to bring water and light the fire in the guest room. While she put forth her powers to bring healing that was more to his spirit than his body.. she saw many buried memories. She knew instinctively that one would be the answer to his dilemma; how to combat the wraiths. Which one.. only he would know, if he was ready.

She breaks from her reverie as he lowers slowly to the floor. It still fascinates her to see him to do this. Straightening she watches as he awkwardly rises while favoring his bad leg.

Addressing him, she’s her usual direct self. “What do you plan?”

He looks up at her without surprise. “I know there is a way to fight the wraiths better.” Xenograg taps his temple with a finger. “It is in here, I just….” He breaks off making a face of frustration.

Tele nods in agreement. “It will come to you.. but only when you are ready to receive that knowledge.” She doesn’t doubt he is ready, but he must know himself. She waits to hear his reply. He frowns thinking then as if he makes up his mind immediately he turns to her. She is aware of Amaltea in the room. Tele turns to greet her then turns back to Xenograg.

“Do you want to help me look in here? I feel I most have it.. a memory.”

She expected this however she tests him. Tele answers slowly.. “I can.. but the cost may be high. Are you ready to face that memory?”

“You have told me.” That she could not deny. Xenograg goes on. “I would not ask if I did not believe this to be vital.”

“I will.”

Xenograg moves to set two chairs facing each other. They sat, Tele reaches across to take his hands.. then closes her eyes. Entering his conscious mind has grown easier as she has healed his wounds time and again so she is familiar with his blocks and his pathways. Suddenly they stand outside a memory. It is one Tele has not seen before.

A battle. It is one Xenograg does not wish to remember. Personal loss .. pain. Tele gently moves the barriers Xenograg has built around this memory. Pushing him a little further she now is fully in and sees it objectively. A foe of horrible darkness looms in front of Xenograg and a tall creature with strange eyes and Tele could see that he was a wizard as well. The foe is a match for them both, and she could sense a surge of battle lust around her as well as a sense of dread and foreboding.

Xenograg’s companion seems to be weakening and as if a veil is removed slowly to reveal what is behind.. wings.. talons.. not fully a bird.. not fully human. The companion is struck down from the sky and falls to the earth to its death. The monster now faces Xenograg and before the monster can strike.. Xenograg fades away to a shadow..

Tele feels his renewed grief and the terror that would have stricken any man and left them groveling… however as a shadow the fire attack passes through Xenograg’s body without harm. He then flees. The memory fades like a dream.

Opening her eyes she pulls away. Xenograg’s eyes were filling with tears of the renewed grief.

“Gods.. Ch't'ze and Nemesis!” He looks up as he pants from the effort. “We did it! I buried the grief and forgot all that.”

“You did it.” Tele corrected him. “I only assisted. Come.. we have work to do. You will need a sword.”

They stand together and as they walk quickly to Tele’s private armory she gently questions him. “Who was the wizard warrior?”

“Ch't'ze. An Ostego. It is his cloak and sword that I carry.”

She looks at him. To carry the weapon of a friend was a mark of great loyalty and kinship that reaches beyond family and time.

“He must have been very dear to you.” She remarks.

“He was a good companion, even if he hid the truth from me.”

Tele reaches an ornate cabinet, richly carved with ancient Valinorean Quenya runes. She opens it as she looks at him. “That he had wings?”

He nods in reply. “Yes, his race. I was searching for them you see. After his death, I looked through his books and papers. I learned that Ostego excel at illusions.”

As he explains she pulls out an ancient scabbard with more runes and inlaid pearl. He stops talking as he sees what Tele holds out. She sees the look on his face and gives a slow smile. She lovingly draws out the blade.

“This came with the crown. Illuvator is the sword of the house of my father. This is a sword from my mother's side. Nartelemna is its name. It means Silver Flame.”

“I...could not possibly...”

“A sword unused is worthless.” Tele answers as she turns the mithril hilt towards him. Slowly he takes the sword and turning it this way and that to study the detail of the craftsmanship. It gives her pleasure to see him appreciate exactly what he held.

“A sword of the Eldar. Not just any Eldar sword, either.” He looks up embarrassed but holds his hand out for the scabbard. Tele hands it over.

“Use it well.”

He slowly sheathes the blade and replies.. “Until I recover my own. Thank you lady.”

He swings the sword belt around his back and buckles it on. “I will have to get used to this. He smiles.

“I think you will grow to like it.” Tele replies.

“I mean the belt. I have to get a new baldric.”

Tele chuckles as she closes the cabinet door. Xenograg suddenly chuckles himself.
“What?” Tele asks with a grin.

Xenograg points his finger and says with mock sternness, “This does not make me your champion or such thing.”

“I would not think such a thing..” As she feigns shock.

“Now shall we go find my swords?” As His humor sobered at the thought of the loss of the blades. Tele gathers her cloak and looks at him.

“Yes I’m ready.”

She walks with Amaltea as Xenograg strides ahead.. to see if the blades can be recovered.
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((Started in Temple of Divine Light))

“Alia Anor has arrived and she is installed in her rooms. She seems content and happy.”

Tele looks up to see Constance and Tom the Hobbit standing in the door of her study. She smiles and gestures for them to come in, taking this opportunity to stop and set her pen down.

“Very good!” Tele replies with enthusiasm. She stands and walks to the door. “As she is being entrusted to us to care for, I’ll go welcome her.”

The elf makes her way down the hallway with a serene gracefulness with almost makes her appear ethereal.

“Mother!”

Tele pauses and turns to see to her daughter Erwyn and Christie make there way to her from the staircases that lead from the upstairs apartments. Tele smiles in welcome. Erwyn was growing less and less content to remain in the confines of her rooms, the stables and where Christie took her to ride. Almost as tall as her mother Erwyn bore more resemblance to her father Nomrah than herself. Her hair was more of a yellow blonde than the almost silver white of Tele; sky blue eyes, her face though long as like Tele’s was more rounded and her chin less pointed, a dimpled smile and Nom’s impish sense of humor. She however held the telltale signs of an elf of the Eldar, long tapered fingers, the ears that seemed to be sculpted to a point and the graceful movements that accompanied her movements. She is truly a beautiful woman-child.

“I am to visit our newest guest. Would you like to come with me?” Tele invites and Erwyn smiles and nods in agreement. The trio walks together down the hallways discussing the small matters of this and that until they reach Alia Anor’s room. The door is open and Tele knocks on the doorframe gently. Alia looks up. She and the chamber maid assigned to Alia were unpacking her belongings.

“Welcome to Eldicor. I am Teleperien, your mother’s friend and this is my daughter Erwyn..” Tele gestures toward her daughter then Christy. “And this is Christy, her governess.”

Alia nods deeply to Tele and to Erwyn then less formally to Christy. “Please, come in.”

They spend a few moments chatting of her travel to Eldicor and of her mother Alais. Finally Tele decides it is time to leave Alia in peace.

"Please join me when we dine, I would enjoy your company." Tele invites with a smile. Alia nods shyly, and with that Tele leaves her room to return to her own apartments with her daughter and governess.
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After the arrival of Alia Anor, the next several days were spent in comfortable routine. Alia spent a lot of her time exploring the small village of Sawary and would saddle a horse and ride about here and there. One concern hung on Teleperien; she noticed restlessness in her guest. Tele gave her as much freedom as she needed, but unknown, or known to Alia she had elves over look her movements, not to spy but to keep her safe.

Early one morning as Tele sits in her study, a knock comes to the door. Tom the hobbit, the seneschal, sets down his quill and makes for the door and opens it. Two guards stood alert on either side of Alia. She stands shyly but determined.

“Alia Anor, please.. come in.” Tele gestures as she sets down the book she held in her hands. Alia gives a quick curtsey and steps into the study. She comes directly to the point.

“Lady, I have need to go to RhyDin town.” Alia says. Tele looks at her but doesn’t answer immediately. Alia takes this for a negative response.

“I was told you have a way to travel that would shorten my time, I will return before the day is over.”

“Aye.” Tele says. “There is a way. I was not going to deny your travel Alia Anor. I was considering your mother’s instructions.”

At this Alia seems to bristle but does not respond. Tele ignores this and continues. “I will send an escort only to keep you safe. I was charged with your safety and you must at least submit to this.”

Alia nods in ascent though in Tele’s eyes a bit reluctantly. Tele moves to a small box on the desk and opens it. She retrieves a small stone and hands it to Alia.

“Drop this on the ground and a portal will open to RhyDin town, and when it is time to return, drop the stone on the ground and a portal will open to Eldicor. Be certain to pick the stone back up or you will have a long walk back to Eldicor!”

Alia smiles widely and curtsies again and starts out the door. Tele calls after her. “Be certain to inform Xenograg! He will want to know.”

Alia turns and nods then is gone.

Tom remained quiet during this but breaks his silence. “Lady, forgive me for saying so, but I think it is a mistake to allow her to go.”

“Tom, she is not a prisoner here. I am charged with her safety, not to lock her away.”

The conversation ends and the rest of the morning is spent dealing with the problems of the realm.
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After an absence of two days, Xenograg steps through the magic mirror into his rooms in Eldicor's palace to find a royal page there, obviously waiting for him. Xenograg immediately knows something is wrong.

"What is amiss?" he asks the page.

"Her Majesty is missing, My Lord. She did not return from the City night before last."

"What?!" Xenograg's emotion reaction races from fear to anger in an instant. It takes another moment for discipline and reason to reclaim mastery -- over-mastery. As has happened in many crises before, Xenograg crushes his feelings under a mental slate already being marked upon with plans, contingencies, and calculation.

"I am to escort you to Princess Erwyn and Lord Borin immediately upon your arrival."

"Lead on, then. Wait, you say Princess Erwyn is here?"

"Yes, My Lord. She arrived yesterday."

"I see. Oh, what of the girl, Mystic?"

"Your ward is also here, My Lord."

"Two pieces of good news, at least. Lead on, please."

( Cross-posted from "Silence." )
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“The general Xenograg has arrived Lady Erwyn.”

The young princess looks up from her mother’s documents. She is trying to find a clue as to what happened to her mother. Borin sits with her. Borin stands.

“Please show him in.” Borin says. Erwyn knows the dwarf well enough that she can see he is very upset. Xenograg enters the study.

“I’m pleased you’ve come.” Erwyn says as she rises as well. “Please forgive me if I'm direct however I was told she left for the city looking for you. I hoped to know if she found you. I believe she was concerned about Mystic’s dark dreams. Did she find you?”

The princess grasps her hands tightly together waiting for an answer.
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Xenograg enters the room and bows to the princess of Eldicor.

"I learned of Her Majesty's disappearance but five minutes ago, Your Highness. I have been away in the north and have not seen your mother since the day before yesterday."

"I see," is her disappointed reply.

"I mean to return to Rhydin City immediately in search of information. Someone has to have seen Her Majesty." It is Borin who responds to this.

"I expect Captain Gwindor will also seek the City."

"My residence and retainers are at the Captain's service."

"Thank you, General," replies Princess Erwyn. "Please begin your search at once." Xenograg bows again.

"At once, Highness."
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Sulrin let his mount make it's own way on the Elven road. He had left Mellor yesterday, heading south to announce his return to Lady Teleperian. His assignment in RhyDin Towne had been accomplished without insident. But on that thought, his mind paused, then he let a smile play briefly on his face. Well, perhaps there had been an unlooked for event....or even two. At this he even laughed, causing his mount to toss his head and dance in step a pace or two.

Yes, indeed, the occasions had been happy ones, for all their unexpectedness. He had caught the eye of a very special woman, and finally, she had caught his. There had been a slow courtship, but they had found that they suited each other very well. And from that bliss a child had been born. Now Rachel and Limele both dwelt in Mellor. He had been hesitant to bring up the subject of returning home to the Elven community hidden in the vales north of Castle Eldicor. Rae had expressed some doubt as to whether or not she would be accepted by his family and people. He had done all in his power to reassure her and could only hope it would be enough. His heart had sang when she broke the news that she would be willing to travel with him across the high pass. He had told her that they would not travel until the passes were clear of the winter snows and Limele was old enough to travel safely. In his heart, his little family came first.

He had no doubt that his family would embrace his family with open and loving arms, and he was right. They adored Rae and little Limele had won all hearts with her first coo and smile to her grandparents. And the small community had taken his wife and daughter into their midst and hearts. He had stayed in Mellor some weeks helping Rae get settled and spending as much time with her and Limele as possible. But now it was time for him to take up his responsibilities once again, and so it was, that he now approached the castle gates to announce himself and seek audience with the queen.
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Xenograg returns to Rhydin City via his magic mirror accompanied by Captain Gwindor and another Ranger. A band of Rangers are riding from Eldicor to the city. Xenograg arranges accommodations for them all in the Dojo.

Answers are found that night in the Dueling Annex. Dmitri witnessed Teleperien's abduction and identifies Vanion as the culprit to Xenograg, Gwindor, and Sylus. Gwindor questions Dmitri almost to the point of interrogation. Xenograg has to calm both individuals: Gwindor of his impatience, Dmitri of his (justified) resentment.

Vanion. Abduction seems an odd tactic for him. What does he want?

( Cross-posted to The Streets > Royal Demands )
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The flaming message in the sky was simple, direct, and noticeable by any who looked up that night:

THE RANSOM FOR THE ELDICOR QUEEN'S LIVING RETURN IS MY TEMPORARY ACCESS TO THE KEYS OF EARTH AND WATER.

Obviously from Vanion, broods Xenograg.

'The Keys? How are we to get access to those?' Xenograg does not know. That is not borrowing a Duel of Swords baronial ring like he did that time. Access to the power of the Keepers is just that: power.

'Vanion needs them for something, but what? Perhaps I should just ask him,' muses the Darelir. The Archmage Challenge is tonight, and the last thing Vanion will do is forfeit by absence.
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The Arena was filled with people, and as I walked into the room, I could feel magic in the air. The child was there, I felt her immediately, and as I folded my hands into my sleeves, I could see her tense at my presence. Good, she fears me now, as well she should. I will lure her again, I will finish what I started with her…. Oh yes.

As I walked silently toward a table, many sets of eyes followed my path, mostly they were worried about the child, but as I walked past an old elf, I sensed magic tied to the Eldar, the oldest of the elven kind, with strong ties to magic, and my mouth watered. He would be my victim this night.

I looked hard at the child, let them think she was my aim, and I glanced at her arm for the welt from the blood tendrils, but she wore long sleeves, and they were not visible, but I watched her cower. The vampiress glared daggers at me, and I taunted her, “Vampire, what a surprise to see you.”

She gave me a calm smile as the old elf glanced at me, “I do spend time at the Arena. Study your enemies not to get such surprises Shahai.”

I gave her a dismissive wave of my hand, “I do study my enemies. It was a polite phrase and nothing more.” I know that she considers me her enemy, and I know that she is protected by Daigotsu, for the time being. For now, there must be a truce between the vampiress and myself.

I let my soul shimmer at the boundaries of my body as I watched the child, but my focus remained on the old elf, Captain of the Eldicor guard he’d called himself. He gave me a quick study and dismissed me as uninteresting, so much the better, he’d underestimated my abilities. I rose silently, reaching for the obsidian dagger within my sleeve and moved toward the rings, keeping myself to his back, I moved in on him.

As I reached him, my soul shimmered and I leapt into his body, shoving hard at his soul in his state of unreadiness. I ripped and tore at the anchors of his soul. I could hear Dimitri try to warn him, but it was too late, I had a blood tendril wrapped about his wrist. He was mine in that moment.

Dimitri dove at my true body, but I was safely housed within Gwindor’s body, and I heard Xenograg as he rose, unsheathing Nartelemna. I wound several more blood tendrils around the old elf as he sought to push me from his body… his soul diving deeply within, and he invoked the protection of the Valar.

He growled at me, “I have no fear of you, Leave me!” Ah, but it is not as simple as that. With my own feral growl, I ripped that much harder at the anchors of his very soul, and shoved the obsidian dagger toward his throat. A guard captain would be wearing mail, and I had to go for exposed flesh, or risk a failed blow with the dagger.

Vanion was involved in a match, but I heard him ask if he could be of assistance, and in my current situation, I could use whatever aid he could provide, and abruptly I felt the dark power of the vampiric elf flow into me and I ripped one last time at Gwindor’s soul, but he began to fight back, and the glow from his ties to the Valar began to weaken my hold on his body. That and the fact that Dimitri had begun to attack the blood tendrils, as had Xenograg. I threw a tendril around Dimitri’s arm, but he worked first on the ones I held Gwindor with instead.

Rage gripped me hard as despite the assistance from Vanion, I was outnumbered 5 to 1 and I had to protect my real body, I slid from the elf’s body into my own as Dimitri thrust a rune dagger into my stomach. Gwindor shoved at me, seeking to put distance between us.

Xenograg stood before me with his blade drawn, “Shahai, are you incapable of controlling yourself?”

I snarled at him, and found Gwindor’s blade pressed against my throat. Xeno’s words cut through the red haze of hate, “This is neutral ground, you will behave or leave!”

Dimitri stabbed at me again, and I shoved my elbow into his face, hoping to break his nose and stun him. He grunted and stabbed at me again, “Don’t do that again.”

Xeno leveled his blade at me, “Desist and the others will too!”

He is a liar, to quit now would mean my death at the hands of a mob. I slid my dagger under Gwindor’s chin even as his own was cutting the thin flesh of my throat, and I could feel my own blood dripping from the wound he’d laid there. I dug the point of my dagger in just behind his jaw and he went still. It was a stalemate, each of us had the other with a blade at our throats. The difference being that mine would shatter into thousands of shards that he will never get completely out, and will leave him tainted and vulnerable to my touch.

“Let me go,” came his words, ground out in fury, and so I did, but not before shoving the dagger deep into his throat, just behind the jawline, up into his mouth just under his tongue. The dagger splintered, and he staggered back.

I gave Dimitri a malevolent look and raised my hands, shoving at the obsidian shards that reside within his chest, driving them deeper, forcing them closer to his beating heart. I was assailed by several blades, one from the elder Kurgen, and one from Dimitri, but the pain in Dimitri’s chest broke off his attack, and it was then that I moved into the shadows, seeking my escape, but Dimitri threw the rune knife and it landed in my body, only falling to the floor as I moved into the darkness and home to the Citadel.

At the Citadel, I would recover. The wounds, while bad enough, were not lethal to my kind. With a cold smirk, I knew I would face Gwindor again.

(cross posted in Duel of Magic, Return to the Citadel)
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Xenograg is summoned to Dojo Darelir late Sunday evening to find Gwindor and Artemus waiting for him.

"I can guess what you two are here for," he says after greeting them.

"For you," is Artemus's reply.

"I have heard that magic is dampened within the temple,"

"I heard as much from the Vampire, Xenograg," agrees Gwindor, referring to Rhaine.

"Yes, it is," is Artemus's confirmation.

"So I went shopping today," announces Xenograg with a smirk. He turns and leads them into the dojo proper. On the floor is a small polymer crate bearing the arms and markings of Drachen Walde Industries. Next to the crate is an armor stand supporting a long hauberk of shining mail. The workmanship is exquisite. Xenograg reaches down and picks up Azjah's trademark D.E. -- the .50 Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol. "Gwindor, I know you are unfamiliar with firearms, but they can be quickly learned." Xenograg demonstrates loading and unloading the weapon. Gwindor is dubious.

"That will make a lot of noise," comments Artemus. "Did you purchase a silencer?"

"I considered one, but none of the other models were heavy enough caliber."

"I think I will stay with my blade and arrows," refuses Gwindor.

"Very well," answers Xenograg. He sets the pistol back into the crate beside the grenades. "I did get black clothing for us, too, Gwindor." Artemus is already wearing black spiked armor with half-plate leggings.

"Have you?" quips Gwindor. He is wearing his usual white tabard with the golden tree of Eldicor device under a dark grey cloak.

"Is a good idea for stealth."

"I have my mail. I will wear it under these dark garments."

"Magic will be prevented from being cast while we are there, but it will not hinder enchantments all ready on us," Artemus informs the other two. "Rhaine said there is a silencing field. Magic cannot be cast."

"Indeed? Thank you for making that distinction. Do either of you wish any magical augmentation?"

"I do not require any," replies Artemus. "I can cast a spell over us to link us in mental communication. If stealth is what we want, no point in speaking where others can hear."

"I need none," replies Gwindor as well. Xenograg takes off the caftan he is wearing. Two (female) retainers walk over and help Xenograg put on the mail hauberk. It hangs to his knees.

"Your armor is strangly familiar, General," comments Gwindor with a half smile as he takes off his tabard and folds it carefully. He puts on the black garments and then his cloak.

"A gift from Teleperien." Xenograg ties on a black topcoat the same length as the hauberk. The mail armor of neither warrior can be easily seen. Gwindor's cloak is hooded. Xenograg pulls a cowl over his head. Gwindor buckles on his swordbelt again. A retainer helps Xenograg with a swordbelt of his own; a baldric being unsuitable for this mission. The belt also has an empty holster and filled magazine pouches. Xenograg finishes arming himself.

Artemus takes a dark cloak from his pack and pulls it on. It has holes for his arms and slits for access to weapons. He then pulls out a small container, inside of which is dark paint. Artemus runs the paint over his face and part of his hair. Those areas now seem to have distorted features, making his age and gender hard to determine.

"Want to try some?" offers Artemus to the elf. Gwindor nods and takes the container. He carefully applies the paint to his exposed skin with similiar results. Xenograg declines.

"I am ready," states Artemus.

"As am I," is Gwindor's reply.

"How are we travelling?" asks Xenograg.

"The Temple is a half days ride from Rhydin," answers Artemus as he pulls out a small object. "Once we are outside the city, I will call out transport.[/color]"

"The outer gate is not far from here," Xenograg mentions. Dojo Darelir is near the city wall -- as is not in the best part of the city.

"Transport? We will not be riding horses?" inquires Gwindor.

"No horses. Better."

"The night is wasting, comrades," Xenograg says, looking at each of them.

"Let us go."

"And may the gods watch over us," is Xenograg's prayer.

"May Mystra kiss me," from Artemus.

"Elbereth varyaillume," from the Eldar.
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Trotting at first within the city, then breaking into a full run once they were clear of the crowds. Gwindor noted the ease which Artemus kept with them as he sprinted without effort. He admired this and wondered what enchantment was used to achieve this feat. He didn’t think long upon this however, his mind was upon his queen. He had sworn loyalty to her.

Yet he would not tell another, the concern went deeper. It was not his place to declare himself for he was only Captain of the guard. He pushed aside these thoughts.

After sometime mayhaps a half day ride they arrived at a clearing, there hovered a ship.. one that Gwindor had never seen the like before. He had seen ‘spaceships’ afore during his brief and seldom trips to RhyDin, but this one was unique. It landed slowly, a sleek ship that was dark in color and kicked up a gust of wind as it landed. Gwindor held up one arm over his eyes to shield from the dust. Xenograg dismounted as soon as the ship landed and the door opened. Gwindor followed suit yet with some reserve. He removed his rook sack, quiver, bow, and long sword from the saddle. He sighs.. and caresses his horse’s magnificent neck.

“Eldicor..entulesse-varna” he whispers in the horse’s ears. The horse nuzzles Gwindor then nods and snorts as it stomps into the dirt. Immediately it turns and trots off. Xenograg watches with a question on his face.

“I sent him back to Eldicor. He will be safe.” Gwindor answers. Elves love their horses. It is almost a psychic bond.

“Come. Time’s wasting.” Artemus calls. Gwindor looks at the ship then enters. He looks about with the usual curiosity that only an elf can show. The interior had lighted panels that gave soft beeps and buzzes along dark grey chairs that looked rather comfortable. Artemus pointed to a seat for Gwindor and the elf gingerly sat, adjusting his assorted weaponry. At once tendrils wrapped about him.

“Elbereth.. what is this?” Gwindor cried out.

“It is for your safety.” The calming voice of the ship entered his mind. Gwindor’s eyes went wide. He looks at Xenograg who is in the chair next to him, calmly waiting for whatever calamity that will befall them. Not wishing to appear a coward.. He sits back.

This was to retrieve his queen. He only hopes he can survive this unusual method of transport.

He understood Llewyss GreyMantle when he once told Gwindor. “Give me a trusty horse any day.”
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( OOC Note: Teleperien's rescue is continued in Royal Demands. Several posts have been moved from this thread to that one for clarity. )
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