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Rhiannon sits in her room, a second night relieved that Caden finally stopped crying. This time, Lance had been the one to eventually make him stop, but when Lance had tried to talk with Rhiannon after, she wasn't able to say much before closing herself in her room again. "I.. I really like Lan...

Rhiannon sat at the edge of her bed, her knees curled up to her chin, and stared across the room at the little basket that sat there. Inside the basket, a small child of no more than 18 months slept, his dark hair framing a small, neat face. So little... so innocent... and there's no one to protect ...

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- (crossed out) I haven't been able to finish my story, but I will try to come to the reading, if I can. I sent my poem to you by dove, in case I can't be there after all. http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/devrahliioness/r...

Congratulations and good luck to you both, and to Lance. I will try my best to be there.

I would like to enter both the story and poem contest, if that's allowed. When must the entries be in by?

Rhiannon Fayed

I had that problem too, but it was because I wasn't getting much of the signal.

Everything is so confusing.

I've neglected writing in this book for a while, because I was too busy with my studies at the Academy. So, yes, the archmages did accept me after all. It is always strange to me how much can change in a short period of time, and already since my last entry, things have changed so much. Grief is a f...

Please, I wish to confer with the archmages again concerning the magic academy, for the day we met I was unwell, and feel that I was misjudged for potential.

The previous words have been scribbled out, and new ones written. If my vote counts, having elven blood from my grandmother, I want to vote for Avareniah, Isilwen, and Thalodos. I know that Avareniah was not officially listed as a candidate, but I think she will be best. http://i34.photobucket.com/a...

I still feel certain that the archmages must have been wrong. After all, have people not told me that they can feel potential within me? I will speak to them again, on a day when I am feeling better, since I was after all weak and ill on the day that I spoke with them. I am fourteen now, and I know ...

Today I talked to the archmages. They said I could never become a mage. I guess this is hard for me to accept, to absorb. For a very long time now, I have dreamed of such a thing. However, fate works in strange ways. When my mother had first begun telling me about the gods, I was fascinated, and the...

I would like to join the VMA, please.

This diary bears a similar, but evolved handwriting from the old one, which no longer exsists. It has a blue cover, with nothing written on it. In the inside cover are two letters only: "RF". Inside, some words are written... I don't know what made me think to pick up writing again. I des...

Rhiannon nods delicately and whispers very softly "I know it must be in there somewhere, the gift of love from her. It's just that it gets buried; it gets buried with fear and doubt, and with all the mistakes I know I am making." The young girl's face reflects a deep worry: but about what...

Rhiannon lets the elfess take her hand, and then as she speaks a small smile begins to form, and when Avareniah mentions her mother, the little smile breaks into a full beaming one, a shine of innocent childhood showing through the heavy look in her gray eyes. "Th...thanks, Avaren-- Ava,"...

Rhiannon watches the new man inspect the elf's wound, anxiety evident in her large, clear-gray eyes. "I did the best I could," she says softly, "I hope I did allright." She turns her gaze away, shyly, where it settles on the elfess Rhiannon knows is called Avareniah, but hasn't ...

The girl looks young, and has a pale face with wide gray eyes, and long black hair. She is very thin, and still helps the elf to sit up with a gentle hand on his back. "I am Rhiannon. You are in Trollsbane right now, and you have been hurt. I do not know by who or what, but you have a bad woun...

Rhiannon nods a grateful thank you to Dei, and then very slowly and gently, to ensure that it does not choke him, she pours the contents of the bottle into his mouth. The healing potion is very strong, and he may find that he has been healed to some degree. At any rate, the bleeding should be stopp...

The dark-haired girl looks up first. "Please, go to the castle and get a medico," she says desperately, "I don't know if I can do this by myself." The little girl looks overwhelmed, but determined. She holds the healing potion to the elf's lips once more and coaxes him to swallo...

"Illegal things" as you are suggesting require no code changes or anything like that. All you'd need to to is have some of the leaders of the established towns deem something illegal, and boom, it is.

Poots wrote:I like the lock picking idea, but don't rush the gm's.

It's not the GMs that would implement it, it's the developers. And I do think they are doing more than their fair share of work right now

The girl looks at the wound for a moment, and then carefully removes some dried firnis from a little jar. She had seen her mother do this countless times. She knows she just has to copy what Caitlin had done. "Oh Mommy, please help me save him," she whispers again to the heavens, and then...

Rhiannon nods gratefully to Dei, and bends over the elf again, touching his shoulder gently once more, and speaking low into his ear. "It's just me now. Please, will you stay still? I promise I am not here to hurt you. I'm only a little girl, see?" she tries to say lightly. Meanwhile, she...

The girl, perhaps a bit more clever than he might have estimated her for, narrows her eyes. "You're lying," she states flatly, "The only healing rituals are done by druids or priests, and I can tell that you are niether. Now please, if you have any respect at all for life, let me hel...

The girl jumps back with a fright mirroring the wounded elf's fear of her as the new man arrives, and she watches him carefully a few seconds. After a moment, she frowns, realizing that the man is moving his hands around the elf's body when the only evident wound is on the elf's head. Gathering her...

A smallish, skinny girl no older than fourteen, and perhaps even a bit younger, slips within the gates of the ruined town. She has left some of her things behind, which is her official reason for returning to the town, but in truth she wants to stand in the library a moment and remember the lovely ...

I want to come to the meeting too. Is it only for adults? I can behave as an adult at the meeting, if I may go.

... This is all my fault, isn't it?

--Rhiannon