Subj : Re: SIGILS, Move 9: On the Road Ag--For the First Time? To : All From : jcb26@cornell.edu Date : Wed May 03 2000 03:22 pm From: Joseph Betzwieser Subject: Re: SIGILS, Move 9: On the Road Ag--For the First Time? YHL from a friend's computer: >To: Yoon, Kym, Jasper, and Brad >Subj: SIGILS, Move 9: On the Road Ag--For the First Time? > >OOC: First off, I'd like to introduce y'all to Brad McDermid. He's not Hello, Brad. To Andrew: *children*?! I admit college students are pretty immature , but... >The following applies to Reishala, Goemuss, Jasper, and Heathryd: > > You allow follow Rethel back down the ladder, and he tells you to meet him by >the gate. He's going to go get supplies from the pantry, and then you'll be on >your own. [Is that "you all follow..."?] Rei heads over to the gate, looking around curiously. > About ten minutes later, Rethel comes out of the house bearing enough food, >you judge, for about three days. Terylin comes storming out after him, bearing >bedrolls. Rethel's face is red with anger, and Terylin is yelling at him. >Rethel gets to the gate, and drops the food. Then he turns to await Terylin, >who trudges forward with the bedrolls, eventually dropping them beside the >food. His face is still red, and Rethel has been taking deep breaths to calm >down. Rei watches with some worry, but isn't sure what she can do. > Rethel looks over at the rolls, of which there are six. ''You can take one of >those back, Tery. You're not coming.'' > Terylin spits beside him, ''and why not, eh? You said yourself you might need >another strong arm. You asked Jerome to come along, why didn't you ask me?'' > Rethel snaps. ''I didn't ask you because you've been after my sister to marry >you for two years now, and when she finally says yes, you're eager to turn >around and head off to get killed,'' he yells. ''You're going to stay here, >marry my sister, and bloody-well love her! It isn't easy to make Chalta happy, >but you seem to have done it. If you die, it'll kill her. And neither of us >wants that. Now get back in the house.'' Ah, thinks Rei with a nod to herself, and a sad smile. > Terylin's face slowly returns to its normal colour, and he looks at Rethel, >sadness in his eyes. ''You know how hard it was to get through to her...to make >her trust me. After...after the incident with Yole, it set us back and it was >almost impossible. I couldn't have done it without you Rethel. You know that. >And you also know that if you die, it'll break her just as much as if I do.'' >He grips Rethel's arm in farewell, then goes back into the house. > Rethel turns back to you, straightens his coat, and hands each of you a >bedroll and food. ''Now, if I remember rightly, we were headed east, were we >not?'' She nods and shoulders her supplies. "I'm ready," she says soberly. Cheer seems inappropriate after that exchange. > The journey is uneventful. By the end of the day, you've arrived just outside >a city. Passagar, according to Rethel. About a kilometer out of Passagar, you >passed by a pair of mansions across the road from each other. One looked >abandoned and seemed to be falling apart, while the other was healthily upkept, >with a high wall around it. Almost like a small castle. You'd even sighted a >wagon heading up the road to the gates of the mansion. [Andrew: tell me if the memory flash below is inappropriate and I'll change it to something else.] Rei remarks to no one in particular, "There must be a tale about those two houses." Suddenly she's reminded of a story--from her childhood? She says slowly, savoring the sudden rush of words, "The sun is set, the night is here and there's a tale for you to hear. Two houses by the seashore stood, one of coral, one of wood..." [I thought: _Tale of Two Cities_ in microcosm? Nah. ] >Rethel decides that its probably best to make camp outside the city with other >travelers, rather than pay the fee for an inn. His final reason is ''I also >don't think it would be too good of an idea to sleep in the barracks, given the >non-soldier women. No offense, ladies.'' Rei shrugs. "I have no desire to sleep in a barracks anyhow." She wonders how "safe" other travellers are, though, if there might be problems at the barracks. She asks Rethel, "Who's standing watch? I'm willing to wake up whenever needful." [Rationale: she's nearsighted, but you don't have to be a hulking warrior type to keep an eye out.] She sets about with camp preparations. YHL -- |Fidonet: jcb26@cornell.edu |Internet: ad&d@conchbbs.com | | Standard disclaimer: The views of this user are strictly his own. | Conch, Net 106's Public Access Internet Gateway --- # Origin: (1:106/357.99) * Origin: ConchGate (1:106/357.0) .