Fantasy Lands-Gandesha-Let's Roleplay!

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(sorry for the delay, I find it very hard to get the energy to deal with multiple characters and really long posts)

Myrrdhyn closed her eyes briefly as the other carried on with his monologue... something seemed to be draining her energy tonight and she could not fathom what it was.Shaking herself slightly, she reopened her eyes and glanced briefly at the tall man before having a quick look at the swords he had laid on her table so carefully. 'Beautiful...but not as beautiful as my Excalibur', she said, smiling wistfully.

As he continued to speak, she walked purposefully across to the far side of the room and took from a concealed hole a ring. It gleamed blue and gold and had an inscription on it in old celtic language. Returning to the table, she indicated again for Quatermass to sit down which he did(sorry, wasn't sure if you had sat down). She placed the ring on her right index finger, turning it nervously, but paused as the other mentioned two particular people she was familiar with. A chill swept over her and she shuddered and turned to face away from him, eyes seeking out faint lines that criss crossed the heavy plaster of the place she had taken the ring from.

'Maybe you do not remember because you are not meant to remember', she said softly, voice trembling slightly, 'Some things are best left in the past, lest the cause chaos for the present'.
Turning back to him, she lifted her hand towards him, ready to start the healing he apparently so needed, when a sharp pain shot through her mind. Grabbing hold of the chair he was sat in, she turned her gaze to the door, almost expecting someone to enter, but no-one did. Of course, this was a purely telepathic link, albeit with some unusual qualities.

A loud buzzing sound began to permeate the air around her, and she moved to stand before Quater to see if he was aware of it. He was clearly aware of something, judging from the look of discomfort on his face, but this was more. Turning away and taking a few steps, she pushed her fingers against the sides of her head, trying to stifle the intense sounds, totally unable to hear anything else. It must have been a good ten minutes before the noise faded and she made out the words 'Time track' before her head exploded with pain and she fell to her knees for the second time that night.

As Alaric was racing physically towards Myrrhdyn and Quatermass, he was dismayed to find his mind confronted with a horrifying vision. "I can't seem to do any thing right," he muttered. "But this should have worked after I cut out the feedback..." His voice trailed off as he realised what must have happened. The words, "Timelord! Or WAS it?" and then, "OK, you've got our attention. Where are you?" leaped unbidden into his by now quite ravaged mind. His attempt to cut off the communication from the earlier version of himself must have, in violating so many laws of time, provided the perfect portal for the thing-that-had-formerly-been-an-aspect-of-himself enabling it to establish its own link with the two people he had been trying to befriend, but who probably might not want much to do with him now. He knew he would start to get confused thinking about two alternative Alaric's - one simply himself an hour or so earlier on his timeline, the other the distillation of all that had been evil in him. He was relieved to sense that Quatermass had dealt with this problem, albeit by the drastic means shown in the vision.
"In the forest north of Gandesha, just at the edges of it, should be about nine hundred Gandeshan yards away from where I can sense you." He was using a less intrusive form of communication now; instead of entering the mind it simply caused his voice to carry a little further. He sprinted the last stretch, not daring to use any faster methods; the risk of further damage to the fabric of the universe was now simply to great.
"I realise you may not be all that pleased to see me right now, but I do owe you an explanation. And I need your help. I think there are some things you need to know sooner rather than later...."

"Damn!" muttered Quatermass as he realised Myrrhdyn left. She hadn't seen his regeneration. And then there were those words that had entered his mind. He hated telepathy. He hated it even more so when people used it on worlds where there were actually mobile phones.

"I'm coming. Just wait a moment!" he yelled to thin air, hoping his will would carry it to the person giving the telepathic discourse....

....Alaric.....


....where did that come from? Mental feedback probably.

He quickly wrote a note in Mutamemetic Omniscript (which automatically translates for anyone reading the note) for Myrrhdyn.

Myrrhdyn,

Sorry for the startling events that have just occurred. I am alright now, although apparently I am needed about 900 yards north, in the forests. Apparently this guy wants your help too. If you can give it, please do so. I'm sorry for forcibly absorbing your mental uplink, but if I didn't, your brain might've fried. It should be back to normal by now.

Once this is sorted, I'll do what I can for payment for your services. You may think you haven't done any, but you have.

Quatermass

After putting the note down, Quatermass slashed open a hole in time, and ran at it. Of course, in doing so, he forgot about relative motions. He skidded to a halt, trailing fire behind him, near Alaric.

"Ow! Hot! Hot! Hot!"

Alaric narrowly avoided being set on fire. Instead, he managed to extinguish the flames using a technique relatively simple to do for a former Scientian monk and current Shaft'ur knight, but very difficult to explain.
"Was that really necessary?" Alaric grumbled. "I was not directly responsible for that malign presence just now. Admittedly I am indirectly responsible, but that is rather a long story... Well you see, basically there is an entity loose on this world that was once a part of me. It has limited (though fairly devastating) power on this world, as no doubt you may have observed. Basically it appears to be linked to at least a fair number of the stranger than usual events around here - you may have noticed creatures resembling ogres and orcs; what is worse it managed to set up a chain of events destabilising this world, moving it toward entropy. It was quite a gradual process at first, but now it has been needlessly accelerated by the actions of a rash youth called Aaron..." He broke off. "Well a fair share of the blame is mine. By the way, some friends of yours, Dibble and Tom I think it was, are not in quite such peril as they were - do not ask me how I know about your connection with them; I have however seen them recently; they are with Irial, Sindri and Marie on a vessel able to pass through the heavens. Sindri's motives are not yet all clear to me. Still I suspect Ra'a Ruach, the entity of which I spoke, may seek common cause with the soul-gobblers. There is not time to explain much more. Where is Myrrhdyn?"

((And regarding the trailing fire bit, I was imitating the "Back to the Future" fire trails, although, cause they were made by feet going at speed, it was more like how Rincewind arrived in the Agatean Empire in the Discworld novel Interesting Times, or Solidus Snake using his 'accelerator' in Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty.))

"No cake.." Marie said, looking around. She paused, looking through the ship and thinking. All that was mentioned did not seem appealing for she had a strong craving for a home-made macaroni and cheese with cracker crust. She remember once staying at an earthling's home and dining on such a delicacy that she now longed to wonder if these humans had the same cuisine.

"Score!" she said, finding what seemed to be a kitchen. She wandered inside, looking through the fridges and other places, seeing that they were nearly empty. Frowning she looked, thinking more and more until something strange happened. Before her eyes appeared a heaping baked sheet of the delicious melted cheese and crackers mixed about with noodles. It was as if something in the back of her mind granted the wish of food and soon she grabbed it, smiling in content.

"Hey guys, I found some food." she called back, smiling.

In the darkness of her secret room, Myrrhdyn stood motionless, simply surveying the array of instruments and artefacts that lines shelves from floor to ceiling. A small stepladder stood at the ready, lest she need anything from a higher shelf. There was a low hum of the combined motors and machinations of various useful, and not so useful items that she had gathered over the years and millenia...oh, her old friend Quatermass was not the only one who could pass through the barriers of time...she could also, but her methods were slightly different and maybe slightly more efficient. There were a few more risks attached, however.

Sighing, she picked up a metallic object that resembled a cross between a screwdriver and an undefineable something else and dropped it into one of the voluminous pockets in her robes before heading back up to where she had last seen the man she was supposed to have healed. She could feel his lifeforce crackling again, even stronger than before, and felt rather foolish for having reacted as she had done...but she had forgotten just how resilient and inventive this man could be.

He was gone... and a note lay waiting for her, hastilly scribbled and barely legible, but a note nevertheless. She also noted that he appeared to have dropped something in his haste to leave. Picking up the note, she also picked up the odd looking coin from the floor and pocketed both. Simply holding the note had been enough to let her know of it's contents...a gift she had had since a child, and occasionally useful, but not one of her MOST useful abilities.

Twisting her hands together briefly, and with a last glance around the room, she focussed all of her considerable mental energies on reaching out through the misty fabrics that composed time and place to Quatermass and the newcomer who had so inconvenienced her. It didn't take long before she touched a mass of recognisably chaotic thoughts and looped her essence around his aura in order to pull herself in... the method worked well, but had the unfortunate effect of an elastic band pulled too tight. She rarely arrived in an elegant and composed manner. However, it was worth the brief discomfort because her method had proven itself time and again to be unintrusive and not cause any problems, or even awareness in the one she used as her target point.

With a deep breath and her eyes wide open, she visualised pulling herself along the invisible, telepathic threads that would lead her to her destination. Within seconds, she found herself flying through a maelstrom of colours, arms pressed tightly to her body...this was the turbulence before the heavy landing that awaited her. Finally, the colours and the confusion broke into shards around her and two figures became faintly visible just ahead of her. With all effort, she swung her body to the left in mid flight and focussed on slowing herself down just enough so that she wouldn't do too much damage, and closed her eyes, praying it would be something soft she would land on.

The airship slowed down and descended as it approached Greystone. The large village was bustling with country folk, who disliked the City. Sindri had kept a room in The Shire, the most expensive of the three inns. He pressed the steam pressure release, and the steam was vented into an ice crystal chamber. He threw down the anchor, and entered the lift basket. "I must collect something. There are several stores here, which I am going to visit as well. I won't be long..."
Sindri pulled on the ropes, bringing the basket down. In a few seconds, he was down to the ground. He had taken the fire crystal for the engine, so no-one could move the Airship without him. None of them knew that though. The sky was a white colour, with a few dark clouds in the horizon. Might be a storm coming... Sindri hurried, walking from the clearing where the Hermion was moored, and across the stone bridge, towards The Shire, which was a tall, four storey building.

((my last post suggested that Marie may not have control of the artifact but it may try to fulfill her wishes if they are strong. Here she wanted something to eat and now she's got it x3 ))