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 Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 4:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 4:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 4:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 7:48 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2005 7:50 am
---------------------------------- Progolo's eyes slid out of focus as he stared at the page of the large tome he was reading about the history of Society of Summoners. Progolo had always loved to read, no matter how boring the book, but this was the level. Though he was no author, he found himself criticizing the text in a very technical way. "Repetitive, far too repetitive...hmm...whoever wrote this book...had no flair at all...No tone, either..." Progolo mumbled as he read. Taal, Myrrh, Kuntu, and Kununo were piled around his feet, enjoying their afternoon naps. Even Yaraif was asleep in his pocket. They had long since become bored with Progolo's silence as he persued the book. Speaking to himself was the only thing that was keeping Progolo himself awake. Taal suddenly raised his head and peered out the window, his ears flicking. Progolo raised his eyebrow. "What are you looking at, Ta?" Scrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech!Flump!Clatter.Thud.Progolo jumped, along with the rest of the group. They stared wildly upward as something that was large and shrieking hit the roof. Whatever it was bounded down the side of the house and landed loudly just outside the door. Tk, tk, tk. The sound of something knocking on the door sent the menagerie into panicked chaos. Yaraif and her minions fled up to the second level, and Taal, dragging Myrrh, dashed into the bathroom, leaving Progolo to confront whatever it was outside. Bewildered, Progolo put the tome aside and carefully opened the door. "Mystaven!" Progolo gasped, in glee. "Just look at you! Wow!" Taal and Myrrh peeked out of the bathroom, surprised at the note of happiness in Progolo's voice. Rarely had they ever heard or seen so much exceitment in him. Curious at the cause, Yaraif floated down from the upper level, trying to get a look at this 'Mystaven.' A large creature sat on the stoop, preening its huge black wings with its beak. Progolo was fretting over it, asking it thousands of questions and commenting on its exquisite beauty. The creature looked deeply pleased. Yaraif ventured a little closer, in awe. Its sleek head swiveled towards her in an instant. "Master Progolo, I believe you have pests," said a silky voice. Yaraif bolted into Progolo's pocket. "Oh...no, this is Yaraif," Progolo explained, prodding at the quivering lump in his shirt. "I was entrusted with her shortly after you left. Won't you come in? There are some others I'd like you to meet." "Well..." crooned the voice, which was surely coming from the winged beast. "I don't know...will I fit? You know I don't like tight places..." "Only the doorway is small." "Very well." With a motion that was as smooth as poetry, Mystaven stood and slid into the house, pulling his wings in tightly to avoid hitting them against the walls. ------------------------------------------
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 10:50 am
------------------------------- Progolo's charges all sat huddled in a corner, watching Mystaven as he chatted casually with their owner. Everything about him was intimidting; he was huge, sleek, and refined, from the tips of his pointed ears down to his four curled talons and all the way out to his delicately tufted tail. Every now and then the large gryphon would glance their way, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "You know, I think I'm striking fear into the hearts of your little pets," Mystaven chuckled smoothly. Progolo waved his hand dismissively. "They'll get used to you. They never take kindly to newcomers. I don't know how the'll react when the Aerandir emerges. By the way, how did you find me out here?" "Oh, I've been delivering a few messages for the Society, and I just overheard your name. This witch of a man is always complaining about you, for some reason." "Took, I imagine." Progolo murmurred. "Hm? You know him?" "Took is his name, I'm sure. I hardly know him, yet he's trying to get me in trouble." "Have you offended him?" Mystaven asked delicately. He kept his mismatched eyes trained on his master, watching for his response. The fur on Mystaven's back rippled. "Anyway..." he said, making a sound in his throat. "I heard Took talking about a new project out on these islands, and found out you were here." Progolo decided that he could mull over Took and Sahin later. Concealing his suspicious nature for the time, he instead asked "So, are you done with your training?" "I am. I'm now a fully-fledged message deliverer," Mystaven purred. "I had to deliver to Siberia last week." "Really? That sounds exciting," Progolo sighed. His mind was beginning to stray back to his glory days of valor, of life-and-death-situations... "I suppose. But I've decided to come and see if I could help out around here. Especially with the young one on the way." The gryphon nodded towards the Aerandir jars. Progolo suddenly felt as if he was an expecting mother. "Two young ones," he corrected, bemused at the sensation. "That thing under the tree will emerge into a smaller Aerandir around Christmas." "Interesting. So, how do you like the other Aerandir? And their keepers? Are they giving you any trouble?" "I wouldn't know. I've been tied down here, taking care of these critters." Progolo indicated the group, who cowered further into the corner. "The red one, Taal, is a pyrokinetic Griff. The blue Nyokii, Myrrh, can't walk. I've been working with her, but it could be awhile before I can get her up and about. Oh, and this one likes to get in trouble," Progolo caressed the pocket where Yaraif hid. Mystaven stood and padded over toward the huddled group, splendor hovering around him like a cloud. He nudged Myrrh with his beak. She cheeped in alarm. "Careful...she doesn't take alot of handling..." Progolo cautioned. "Hm...I could help you with this bunch. This Myrrh just needs a bigger gryphon to show her the way. The others are so terrified of me...I don't think there will be any problem." Mystaven fluffed up his feathers. "You think so? I don't know..." "Well, I'm positive. You go explore a bit. You're going to be living here for a long time, you know. You might as well know this Island inside and out." "But-" Mystaven spread his wings, suddenly looking much larger than he really was. "I insist. Don't worry; I'll take care of them." "Thanks Myst." Mystaven sat down, and began cooing quietly to the others in a language Progolo didn't understand. The man shrugged to himself, before slipping out the door. ----------------------------------
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 9:15 am
I decided to look around the lodge first, and possibly find the man named Anthony Blakewell. He wasn't there, but I did find something else of interest. Apparently, Aerandir have a 'wisp' stage, during which they require specific objects. Since some of these items are in short supply out here on Ar'Idil, two owners, one of which was Chao, had posted lists in the lodge, asking other Keepers if they had the items they needed. Chao needed ribbons, and a gryphon named Gael needed a piece of metal.
I was in a for a surprise when I returned home to fetch that broken flute key and a few of Yaraif's ribbons. All of them--Yaraif, Myrrh, Taal, Kuntu, and Kununo--were seated quietly around Mystaven, who was reading to them from a storybook that lay open on the floor in front of him. Every now and then he would pause, and Yaraif would turn the page.
The English was probably going over their heads, but they seemed to be fascinated by his colorful voice and gestures. None looked more interested than Kuntu and Kununo, though. They stared hungrily at the book, as if wishing they too could read.
I found the broken key and two ribbons Yaraif wasn't using, and sealed them in envelopes. I delivered them to the right houses quickly, and then returned to witness the miracle. By the time I had returned, they had dispersed. Taal was napping upstairs, Yaraif was painting a piece of paper on the floor, and Kuntu and Kununo were still staring avidly at the open book. As I drew closer, Yaraif held up her picture.
"Rupkstiskin." she gurgled.
Rumplestiltskin. "Did you like that story?" I asked her. She nodded, and returned to painting.
I found Mystaven sitting on the couch, dangling his tail down enticingly to Myrrh. Myrrh swiped at it awkwardly with a clumsy paw.
"Mystaven, you're a genius!" I told him.
He laughed. "Yes, indeed. By the way those little ones there--" he lifted an elegant talon in Kuntu's and Kununo's direction, "--are a subspecies of Eoghan Slenin. Where did you get them?"
I told him I had found their eggs in the park. He explained that a large group of similar egg had gone missing from the training center around Easter, as some kind of prank.
"They've imprinted on Yaraif," I said to Mystaven, a little bewildered.
"Well, they're known to do that. They aren't quite as intelligent as normal Eoghan Slenin like me, so they can't speak. But they can still learn to read and write, with a little help."
That explained their keen interest in the book. "So, are they reading that book now?"
"It's too hard for them, but they're trying."
Needless to say, I was facinated. I thanked him for his help, and was delighted to hear that he would be happy to help out with the roost. I'm so glad...this arrangement will make it so much easier to take care of the griffins and, of course, the Aerandir...
-Progolo Dgagn
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 2:49 pm
Winter Event
------------------------ Quote: Ar'Idil Thread Page 10, Ar'Idil Lodge Thread; Pages 13-17The volcano on the island of Ai' Ilyn erupted, forcing all keepers and Aerandir to stay inside their respective lodges. Progolo took Taal with him to the Ar'Idil lodge, while Mystaven took the rest of Progolo's charges to a further island. Afterwards, Progolo returned to his home to assess the damage...
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 3:10 pm
--------------------------- Progolo looked cautiously around the house. Nothing seemed to be broken...nothing had even fallen over. He had so little furniture, that he dared to think that his was the only house in Setone that had remained intact. Outside, the sun set in vibrant shades of red, throwing his house into harsh light. He peered out the window at the lingering dust clouds, wondering if they were toxic, and hoping that Mystaven had kept the others safe. What if the stuff was poisonous? Everyone out on these islands, including the animals and plant life, could be dead by morning. Your imagination is running away with you again, he scolded himself. Taal anxiously wound around his legs, too stressed to sleep. ---------------------------------
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 3:27 pm
------------------------------------ Mystaven nudged Myrrh, who was sleeping under a palm tree. "Wake up. It's safe to go now, little one." Myrrh stirred and stared blearily out over the water. In the distance, plumes of dark smoke still rose against the blood-red sky. "Shaking and smokies all done?" Yaraif asked, her purple eyes wide and questioning. Kuntu and Kununo sat closely beside her, also looking nervous. Mystaven unfurled his wings and crouched low, opening the large carrying bag he had slung around his shoulders. "Yes. Now come, it's time to go." He nudged Myrrh inside, along with Yaraif. The distance was too great for the Kun-kun to fly. Once the two were safely tucked in the delivery bag, he motioned to Kuntu and Kununo, and the three of them launched into the sky, headed for Ar'Idil. --------------------------
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 2:53 pm
Yet...
I'm not sure...
Anyways, I couldn't sleep. Instead, I re-organized my house. Mystaven flew to Oifig an Ploist and borrowed a magic pocket similar to the one Took used, and brought me a few more pieces of furniture from my house in Barton. Somehow, he came across Mr. Sahin, who offered to help me move the pieces of furniture that were too heavy to move myself. I was glad for the help, especially since I had decided to put that bulky desk of mine upstairs. I wouldn't have been able to without the extra muscle. I was a little surprised at his eagerness to help, considering our tentative first meeting, but I didn't sense any friction...
He left around 2:00 in the morning, once all the furniture was moved. For a while after that, I just sat stiffly on the couch in a sort of daze, before I decided I had best write all these happenings down. My lids are beginning to get heavy, so I hope I will fall asleep soon. My mind is so restless...
-Progolo Dgagn
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 5:57 am
Official Document Dear Progolo, I am happy to note that the accomodation you were allocated has now reached a stage which is suitable for your Aerandir items to be placed together within a single bottle. This will allow for them to "merge" - admittedly, however, this process may take some time. The reason I am writing to you is to confirm that we have a name for your Aerandir for our records. Further study of the evidence gleaned from your artifacts has shown that it is 76% likely to be female. I included this information with the hope of perhaps aiding you in choosing a name. If you could get back to me with haste I will arrange for all of the formalities to be completed so that we may start you on your way as an Aerandir guardian. Yours sincerely, Anthony Blakewell, Ar' Idil Administrator.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 5:58 am
Quote: Anthony, I can hardly write from excitement! However, there is one thing that troubles me...One of the jars was accidentally broken recently; I put the flamingo feather in a different jar, but I'm uncertain as to what effect this may have on the unborn Aerandir. The thought that I may have unintentionally harmed the Aerandir sickens me, but I wasn't able to find you earlier to inquire of this. Hopefully assuming all is well, I'd like to name the Aerandir Kalarune. Anxiously awaiting your reply, Progolo Dgagn
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 5:59 am
Anthony Blakewell Dear Progolo, I don't believe that there should be any ill effects as, to my knowedge, nothing of significance occurs until the two items are placed within one jar. I guess we shall see when the little thing greets the world. I shall drop by at some point today to put the two items within the same jar and so on. Yours, Anthony.
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Anthony Blakewell Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 6:12 pm
Apologising for his lateness and the fact that he couldn't stay, Anthony quickly trasferred the items from Progolos jar into the remaining original jar. He had a quick look over the one which Progolo had used and felt that it surely couldn't have caused any damage.
Either way, they'd soon see. He bid his farewell to Progolo, leaving him with a snapshot of the Aerandir-to-be.
Your new tag is in the first post of your journal.
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