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Gandalf_theGrey · 02-03-2003, 09:39 PM

* Gandalf stopped short where he guessed he remembered the shadow-boundary to be from his earlier mapping expedition with Holly. Motioning for those with him to stop, he raised his staff as light burst from it. * Why, there's only four castle residents here! There ought to be thirteen! This calls for stronger measures ...

* Reaching into an old weather-stained sack, Gandalf took out several tube-shaped cylinders. One he stuck into the ground. Another, he loaded into the first. Bending near, Gandalf touched off a spark against a small hole in the tubing, then ran back out of the way. The company experienced a crackling flash that careened dizzily upwards before exploding overhead: *

* In the Stately Stables, Daerohil the stable lad leapt up from the middle of a haystack of dead brown grasses he'd raked for himself two weeks ago and had been using to play hide-and-seek in ever since ... only no one had come to find him. Until now? Daerohil ran lightly above the ground towards the source of the loud echoing boom. *

* Maladil, ever alert for attacks against his realm, jumped up from his rotten bed with a trembling startle of fury. Grabbing OrcBane from its resting place leaning against the fireplace mantel, he raced sword in hand to the castle door and stood therein. For his own curse held him faster than the others, keeping him trapped within the building so he could not take a single step outside onto the surrounding grounds. Maladil scowled at the combined light of staff, candle, and lantern assembled before him. *

* The man-at-arms Guilin came forth. And Tiroedrath, the door-warden, left his post upstairs outside the dungeon to come out and see what might befall. *

* Gandalf counted again. Eight, which left five ghosts missing. Well, perhaps they were on their way. Meanwhile, the rods and more music might attract some of these eight closer ... Gandalf addressed the company with these words: *

Each of you, light the tip of one of your rods with the flame of a candle. Like this, watch me! Could Menelduliniel and Estelarion could provide another song, with Hinura accompanying them?

* Gandalf used his staff rather than a candle, and soon the rod crackled like a miniature firework on a stick, sending a harmless color of golden sparks out like a small tree of light. The wizard looked around for Kenelm, wondering if he'd come. *

* Various members of the company busied themselves with the lighting of rods. Poppy Took, who held no candle, lantern, nor any rods, clung tightly onto the sack of gold entrusted to her. *

* The black war steed Midnight backed several paces away from the group, watching warily and wide-eyed, looking in the direction he'd seen Peri go. *

[ February 03, 2003: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]

02-03-2003, 09:39 PM	#11
Gandalf_theGrey Visionary Spirit Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 633	* Gandalf stopped short where he guessed he remembered the shadow-boundary to be from his earlier mapping expedition with Holly. Motioning for those with him to stop, he raised his staff as light burst from it. * Why, there's only four castle residents here! There ought to be thirteen! This calls for stronger measures ... * Reaching into an old weather-stained sack, Gandalf took out several tube-shaped cylinders. One he stuck into the ground. Another, he loaded into the first. Bending near, Gandalf touched off a spark against a small hole in the tubing, then ran back out of the way. The company experienced a crackling flash that careened dizzily upwards before exploding overhead: * * In the Stately Stables, Daerohil the stable lad leapt up from the middle of a haystack of dead brown grasses he'd raked for himself two weeks ago and had been using to play hide-and-seek in ever since ... only no one had come to find him. Until now? Daerohil ran lightly above the ground towards the source of the loud echoing boom. * * Maladil, ever alert for attacks against his realm, jumped up from his rotten bed with a trembling startle of fury. Grabbing OrcBane from its resting place leaning against the fireplace mantel, he raced sword in hand to the castle door and stood therein. For his own curse held him faster than the others, keeping him trapped within the building so he could not take a single step outside onto the surrounding grounds. Maladil scowled at the combined light of staff, candle, and lantern assembled before him. * * The man-at-arms Guilin came forth. And Tiroedrath, the door-warden, left his post upstairs outside the dungeon to come out and see what might befall. * * Gandalf counted again. Eight, which left five ghosts missing. Well, perhaps they were on their way. Meanwhile, the rods and more music might attract some of these eight closer ... Gandalf addressed the company with these words: * Each of you, light the tip of one of your rods with the flame of a candle. Like this, watch me! Could Menelduliniel and Estelarion could provide another song, with Hinura accompanying them? * Gandalf used his staff rather than a candle, and soon the rod crackled like a miniature firework on a stick, sending a harmless color of golden sparks out like a small tree of light. The wizard looked around for Kenelm, wondering if he'd come. * * Various members of the company busied themselves with the lighting of rods. Poppy Took, who held no candle, lantern, nor any rods, clung tightly onto the sack of gold entrusted to her. * * The black war steed Midnight backed several paces away from the group, watching warily and wide-eyed, looking in the direction he'd seen Peri go. * [ February 03, 2003: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]