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Site News / DoM comes to the RDI
« on: February 19, 2008, 12:56:50 AM »
Duel of Magic will now be in the RDI chat on Tuesdays!

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Tales of the Cat / Re: Coming Home
« on: February 12, 2008, 11:42:21 PM »
After extinguishing the lamp, he slid under the covers as well, an arm was slid about her shoulders as he moved to get comfortable against the pillows.

'Sleep well...'

He nearly whispered... and then lay there, feeling her nestled against him, listening to her breathing, breathing in her scent... until he drifted off to sleep himself.

Tales of the Cat / Re: Coming Home
« on: February 12, 2008, 08:47:39 PM »
Taking a deep breath, he let her scent wash over him, ending up somewhat lost in the moment. Until she spoke..

'Sleep?' A nod.

Slowly he unfolded his arms from about her and took her hand in his. 'Stay here, with me?' It was no order, but a simple request. One he should have made weeks, if not months ago.

Tales of the Cat / Re: Coming Home
« on: February 12, 2008, 08:12:32 PM »
'Do?' He took the towel from her, rising to move to the door to the other room, her fingers trailing from his wrist as he did. He tossed the towel with the others for the laundry. He turned and looked back to her. 'It is nothing you need to worry about. He will not risk his own life to return. And I think he knows I will find him should he try to send others.'

'Either way,' he said as he took a step back to her, sliding his arms lightly about her shoulders, drawing her into an embrace, 'it is not something you need to worry over.'

His head tipped forward slightly as she looked up at him, and he brushed a kiss to her forehead and softly spoke, 'I will not lose you like that.'

Tales of the Cat / Re: Keeping up with the Jones'
« on: February 12, 2008, 07:55:38 PM »
Waking somewhat late by his usual standards, but still a bit on the early side, he ventured down to the kitchen to get something to eat.

Finding the note left for him he leaned a hip against the bar as he read it.

He could not help but wonder what Eless was up to this time... and was quite unsure of just what a mischief-making misfit was, and was pretty sure he was better off staying that way for now.

Upon reading the final paragraph, he almost glanced upwards, towards the room in which she was currently sleeping. He considered sending word back to Piper, but S'jira would be up and about on her own before long, and could assure all of her current state.

Tales of the Cat / Re: Coming Home
« on: February 12, 2008, 06:56:45 PM »
He nodded and move to the other room. From one of the wardrobes he fetched some bandaging material and a clean towel. "Stand up please..." he said as he came back in to the main room. As she did, he took a seat on the edge of the bed and motioned her close.

"You will need to get rid of this for the moment..." he motioned to the night shirt he had brought for her, and held out the towel "... so you don't freeze entirely."

She took the towel, and as the night dress was lifted over her shoulders, the towel was wrapped about her waist. He tried not to stare, but his gaze could not help but linger on the exposed curves for a moment before he had her step closer. Reaching out his fingers traced the ribs under a rather large bruise on her side.

His hand nearly flinched aside as she let him know he found the 'one' with a sharp intake of her breath. His eyes moved to hers, "I think it is just cracked. It seems to still be in place. Mostly."

He moved his hands to her hips and turned her about, scowling at the welts across her back. Fortunately, they did not seem to be too deep, and the bath seemed to have cleaned them well.

'We will need to keep an eye on these for the next few days... '

He started winding the long bandage about her mid-section, pausing to have her take a few deep breaths now and again to make sure he was not binding it too tight. In just a few minutes the ribs were tightly wrapped, the end of the bandaged tucked in to keep it in place.

'There. You should take it off for a bit in the morning, then we can re-do it about mid-day.'

RhyDin Election / Re: OOC Thread
« on: February 12, 2008, 06:26:56 PM »
[quote:0489afd932="Shauri"]I know some people think it's unfair to have more then one vote per player, and I understand that... but I think its even more unfair for players to be allowed or to take advantage of a situation and make more votes then other players are being allowed. I don't care who they are.

What's the difference if we're being allowed one vote or five... we should all get the same chances. At least with five, or three or two... some people get a chance to let their characters make a vote, or to let those who have more then one player using the same computer to have their own vote, too. [/quote]

It's never been said that we would limit the voting to one per IP address. There are lots of folks on here that are known to have multiple players in an address, and to the best of their ability, Amal and Xeno and Des have taken that in to account when figuring out the fairest way possible to deal with this.

Is it a "perfect" solution? No. But like just about everything we do here, it is the solution that works best for the most folks involved.

Tales of the Cat / Re: Coming Home
« on: February 11, 2008, 10:04:04 PM »
He was aware of where she was at all times. From the sounds of her breathing to the scents that drifted out of the adjoining room. Her footsteps, approaching, then retreating.

"You are so quiet." he heard her say.

He turned slightly as she approached the doorway again, just in time to look to her face as she spoke again. "I.. am sorry."

A brief flash of anger passed through him. Not towards her, but towards the one who could put her through such, and yet make her feel as if it was her fault.

Standing, he moved towards the dresser. "You have nothing to be sorry for 'jira." He steered her towards the chair before grabbing the plate of food and sitting on the chest at the foot of the bed, holding the plate to her in offering.

"You... " The words were not coming easy... they had been in the back of his mind for awhile, and they were reluctant to yet come forward. "you mean so much to me. I am sorry I could not get there sooner, that I could not have prevented it from happening. But it is over now."

He watched her take a few tentative bites of food. "It pains me to think of what you went through, and I will do everything I can to make sure you never have to go through that again."

RhyDin Election / Re: OOC Thread
« on: February 10, 2008, 10:57:43 PM »
So while we got an Admin pulling what they believe are multi votes they think are being cast by the same player, how do they know for sure?

Right now, we're watching things based on IP address. Not perfect, but it gives us a decent idea of what's going on.

And I wish we didn't even have to worry about this, but based on the fact that a single IP address is currently accounting for nearly 25% of all the cast votes....?

There is only one other IP address that was used for more than one vote, and I personally know both players behind the names.

Basing this on an IP address is the closest thing we can do to registering voters, and help minimize the issue of "stuffing the ballot box".

Site News / Site Down for Maintenance 02/09
« on: February 07, 2008, 10:04:07 PM »
The Dragon's Mark sites will be down from approximately midnight-4am, 2/9 (Friday Night/Saturday Morning) so our hosting company can do some maintenance on the servers.

The chat for the RDI is currently on a different server however, so you can still reach it by going to

Tales of the Cat / Re: Coming Home
« on: February 07, 2008, 06:34:59 PM »
He stepped out of the room. Closing the door behind him, he leaned back against it. His head was swimming with thoughts that raced in many different directions.

He had been trying to deny what he had been feeling, but after the last few days he was not sure how much longer he could. The thought of her being taken and hurt, or worse. The fighting he did with himself to keep from just springing in to that camp... the fight now to keep from just going and hunting them down anyways.

The fact that he was here, tending to her instead of doing just that was maybe the most telling thing of all.

A slow breath was let out and pushed from the lean and moved downstairs. A few hellos were exchanged as he moved through the common room to the kitchen, only to emerge shortly with a plate stacked with smoked meat, cheese, and fruit, along with a half-loaf of bread. A couple of mugs were hooked on a finger by their handles and a bottle of juice was grabbed with the other hand before he left the bar area and moved back upstairs.

Passing his own room, he moved down the hall to hers and let himself in. There was a lightweight gown or something laid out on the end of the bed, a night-shirt perhaps? He tucked the bottle under the arm holding the plate and grabbed it before stepping out again.

Upon returning to his room he could smell and feel the warm moisture in the air. The plate, mugs and bottle were set on the long dresser across from the bed, the night-shirt on it at the edge nearest the doorway.

After grabbing some meat and cheese and an apple, he returned to the chair, leaning back in to it and put his feet up on the chest at the foot of the bed. He tried to keep his mind from wandering too much as he picked at the food and waited for her to finish with her bath.

Tales of the Cat / Re: Coming Home
« on: February 06, 2008, 10:39:35 PM »
He almost scowled at her words.

'No. Nobody was hurt.' He stood and took a step towards her. 'I do not think he will be bothering you again. If he knows what is good for him.'

Reaching out, he brushed a few stray bits of hair from her face, finger tips lingering a moment as they stroked down her cheek.

He turned and stuck a flint, lighting a lamp on the nearby dresser.

'I am glad you are back, but you should get cleaned up, and we should tend to any...wounds.' He motioned to the tub in the adjacent room, 'Go. Take your time. I will go get some of your clothes and bring them here... and some food.' He lit a taper from the lamp and held it out for her to take with her.

Tales of the Cat / Re: Coming Home
« on: February 06, 2008, 10:13:10 PM »
Sounds, the rustle of cloth, a slight gasp cut short. They came to him during his dreamless sleep.

His ear twitched and his eyes slivered open. Those were the only movements made by him. Quickly they adjusted to the now dark room, slivers of light filtering in as the moon was rising over nearby roof-tops.

" 'jira..." He spoke quietly as he saw her pause, seated on the edge of the bed.

Opening his eyes fully he shifted in the chair, sitting up.

'How... are you?' he asked as he looked to her, suddenly quite unsure of what to do next.

Tales of the Cat / Coming Home
« on: February 06, 2008, 09:10:28 PM »
It was a bit after 11 as he crossed the bridge and turned up the road that would take him to the Red Dragon Inn. It had been a slow walk back to town. S'jira had dozed off to a fitful sleep as he carried her.

He entered the Dragon from a back door, pausing only briefly to speak with one of the stable hands. Making the arrangements for the other half of the promised gold to be sent southward. A description of Gracus and his men was given, along with a message of thanks and some extra gold for the tavern keep there.

Then up the rear staircase he went, taking her to his room. Somehow, with her still in his arms, he managed to pull back the covers and lay her in the bed without waking her.

As he stood there for a few moments, just looking down at her, he could only imagine the pain Gracus had inflicted on her in the short time she had been taken. He knew there were wounds that would need attention, but for now, if she was able to sleep he figured it best to let her.

He could use some himself, he though, as he moved to the large arm-chair near the foot of the bed. He turned it from it's usual position facing the window so it faced the bed and slumped down in to it. After a moment of trying to get comfortable, he reached behind his back and pulled the large knife from it's sheath and dropped it to the floor beside the chair before settling back again.

He sat there, watching her. Watching the slight rise and fall of her chest with each breath. It was not sounding as bad as it had last night. Hopefully the ribs, if any were broke, would heal ok.

He was relieved that he was able to return without anyone getting hurt. Not that he had not wanted to tear into everyone in that camp... but the risk of S'jira getting hurt, or worse, was too great. He knew Gracus, or at least his type. He doubted this was the last he would hear of him. It may be a while, but he was sure he would get an opportunity to turn the tables on him at some point.

His gaze stayed on her, watching her, until they finally drifted closed and he too got some much needed rest.

Tales of the Cat / Re: A Woodland Encounter
« on: February 05, 2008, 08:32:36 PM »
He waited a few moments, watching as the two woman moved past him. He could feel S'jira look to him, but did not, could not turn his head at the moment. His gaze remained locked on Gracus until they were on their way down the path to the road before he turned and slipped in to the brush, heading north and west from the encampment.

He was out of direct view when he turned to his right towards where he had left the gold. It was just a few hours ago, but already it seemed like days. He crossed his own trail from earlier, from when he approached the camp from up-wind. The breeze had shifted slightly with the rising sun, but he could still smell the fire burning, and faint voice of Gracus barking out orders still reached him.

Half a dozen times or more he had paused in his trek to see if he was being followed. It didn't matter if they were watching him, but he was not about to be caught unaware at this point.

In short order the gold was found and he turned south again. He angled further eastward now, finally turning back to approach the camp from the opposite side from which he left. Edging around a large pine he was actually surprised to find all the men still in the camp. He had expected Gracus to send a pair to follow the women.

Moving further in to the wood and out of sight he broke in to an easy run, skirting the down-wind side of the camp and towards the main road. He was there and waiting for just a few minutes when the women came into view coming down the path. He walked up to meet them, holding out the bound sack of gold.

'Give this to him, and remind him the rest will be waiting at the Unicorn. Someone will find him.'

The girl, whose gaze remained cast down nodded as he handed her the gold and reached out for S'jira, supporting her.

'And tell him this time it was business. Next time it will be personal.'

The girl said nothing as she turned and hurried back down the path. He stood there, S'jira leaning into him as his arm about her waist supported her until she rounded the first bend in the trail before looking down to meet S'jira gaze. She started to speak... but he cut her off.

'Shh. We can talk later. For now let's just get you home.'

The arm about her waist slid up under her arms, the other hooked behind her knees as he lifted her into his arms. As he turned back towards the road S'jira wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her head into his shoulder. Her breath was arm against his neck, but it was raspy to his ears. She was hurt... so he moved as quickly as he dare as to keep from jostling her too much. With a brief glance to the sky he figured it would be close to mid-day by the time they reached the Dragon once again.

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