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Post by jagan on Jan 28, 2005 9:52:15 GMT -7
The Master Three strangers enter town, a man and a woman, both heavily cloaked and a cat, wearing only black fur and carrying a heavy crossbow and pack of arrows. The man speaks briefly with one of the townsmen, who is shortly seen on the town wall screaming to passersby of the invasion of evil. The people turn away so as not to look into the face of madness.
The strangers take a room at the inn. “What did you say to that townsman?” the woman asked.
“I told him only the truth.”
The Cat started to snicker, “ Since joining the forces of Chaos, I have not had a dull moment!”
“Who was he? Do you know, Master? “ the woman asked.
“He is the one they call Edge. He is sincere and good. He will work well as the one to help us execute my plan, Jagan. We shall attend the play tonight and the plan will be set in motion. ”
Later that night at the performance, the trio was sitting calmly in the front row. Edge was also in the audience, unaware of their presence. As Edge watched the actor onstage it appeared that his neck began to elongate and slowly his head began to turn …grotesquely and completely around. Blood ran in a steady trickle from the side of his mouth . The actor started to scream and ran off the stage into the audience and onto the street, his head facing backwards.
As the they witnessed this gruesome scene the audience began to panic and ran out of the theatre where even more atrocities could be seen on the street. Bodies began to fall as they lost control and became more and more distorted; arms and legs elongated and heads turned backwards. Screams and wails deafened the night. All was chaos.
Edge, still seated in the theatre, could see the three strangers sitting together and chatting animatedly. They appeared as if nothing had occurred out of the ordinary, and he began to feel that they were at the centre of the madness.
He walked into the street to see body lying upon body on the road. He became more and more angry and vowed vengeance against the perpetrators of these obscenities.
“Well,“ the Master said, calmly, “I think that went well, don’t you?” And with that the trio left the theatre and made their way back to the inn.
The anger began to overtake Edge’s mind as he started to run. He ran and ran until he reached the river and could go no further. At the river's bank he screamed until hoarse. Finally, unable to run any further and feeling completely defeated, he fell exhausted to the ground.
A passing peasant found him lying on the riverbank, cold and wet. He helped him up and slowly they made their way to the cottage of the man.
He and his wife put him into the one small bed in the cottage. For hours, fever-ridden and insane with fear, Edge raved about the atrocities he had witnessed at the theatre, passing between consciousness and an uneasy sleep.
“What is that about?” asked the peasant’s wife.
“That I can not answer, madam. I was to town today and all the talk today was how great the performance was and how Trik was a natural born comedian.”
“And nothing odd in the town? No bodies or panic ?” “Nothing at all.” he shook his head, “Oh, some strangers at the inn. One of them is a huge cat. “
“A huge cat you say?”
“Hmmm….yeah, a cat.”
[with apologies to Mikhail Bulgakov]
__________________ The spirits white as lightening Would on my travels guide me The stars would shake and the moon would quake Whenever they espied me.
With a host of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander, With a burning spear and a horse of air To the wilderness I wander.
By a knight of ghosts and shadows I summoned am to tourney Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end- Methinks it is no journey.
-Tom O'Bedlam's Song
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Post by jagan on Feb 4, 2005 2:07:48 GMT -7
The Fish
The cat feeling a little pang of hunger, (and what cat doesn’t? ) decided to go downstairs for a bite to eat. He orders himself a jug of beer and a large cooked fish (head on please). He finds himself a table of jovial partyers and invites himself to sit down. “They call me CatDragon as in look at what the ‘Catdragin!’ Pleased to make your acquaintance. I see you all have CTC insignia on. What does that mean, friends?”
“We are a brotherhood that follows Chaos,” replied the one called yaWn.
The cat could see he was a Lich and a powerful one by the aura. “Fire and ice! Excellent!” he thought. “This will work out nicely I’m sure.:”
Just then the fish arrived at the table. It was huge, with the head on as requested and garnished with lemon and dill. The waiter set the platter on the table. Everyone was staring at it aghast. All but yaWn got up from the table in disgust, retching loudly.
The cat pulled a knife from his bag, “ Will you join me sir, the fish looks delicious ?”
And as the Catdragon and yaWn began to devour the fish hungrily, the others stared at them in disbelief as they devoured the head of the innkeeper.
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Post by jagan on Feb 4, 2005 2:09:36 GMT -7
A CONTEST The illusions do not fool you my friend,” the Cat was picking his teeth with a fishbone.
“There are few things that fool me. I see through most trickery. I am something of a shape shifter in my own right, good sir. Your master, he is a follower of Chaos is he not? But not Chaos himself, surely?”
Catdragon was momentarily speechless. “You knew I was not alone. You are perceptive, good sir.”
“You travel also with our clanswoman, Jagan, do you not?”
“She is with us, true sir.” The Cat was becoming a bit unnerved. “ I propose a contest of sorts. We undead have no magic but I am something of an illusionist as your clanmates saw.” He wiped his knife on his arm and returned it to his satchel.
“I am game for a contest,” yaWn stood up from the table. “Shall we go into the town?”
And with that our two friends left the Inn and walked out onto the street where they stood watching the townsfolk come and go for a few moments.
‘Watch this,” whispered the Cat in a conspiratorial tone. He walked over to a street vendor selling potions.
“ Do you have an elixir that will cure my master who has been ill these many long years, my good man?” the Cat inquired of the vendor.
“But of course good sir. This elixir will cure most every disease and scourge known to mankind and is good for your livestock as well!”
The Cat picked up the bottle and examined it with interest. “Hmmm…but it is very expensive is it not?” he set the bottle down. “Will you take this staff in trade?” And he produced a staff from what seemed like thin air.
The vendor nodded with alacrity and took the staff from the Cat. He found himself suddenly holding a large cobra that was hooded, angry and hissing loudly.
“I’ve been bitten!” screamed the vendor, "You have surely killed me, sir!” The vendor was filled with terror.
“You have your potion. Cure yourself!” The Cat turned his back and walked away, smirking. The vendor in his panic knocked over a lantern. The oil began to spread along the cobblestones and the flames with it.
YaWn nodded to the Cat. “Let’s walk up to Cora. They have some of best ale in the county and waitresses to match.”
CatDragon agreed and as they walked up the road towards Coradale, the town of Byrrendell behind them began to burn. But they were too engrossed in their own conversation and jokes to notice.
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Post by TheCatMasterDrgN on Feb 5, 2005 9:20:22 GMT -7
Without a doubt, one of my fave stories on the board, besides my own that is..,
I'm having no luck finding the Master and Margarita around here, shopkeeps are acting like it's rare or something, lol.
Thanks for rendering this visible! I'd register, but certain possible diehards might CRY BIAS and Loose the Dogs of Ballbusting and Drama on me, lol. {Some folks cannot differentiate between friendship and allegiance it seemssss...,}
Woops, did I jussst ssay that in BOLD?!?
{And his infinite nothing ever prologues..,}
[Applause!]
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Post by jagan on Feb 5, 2005 15:19:32 GMT -7
Edge
The peasant couple found they could no longer look after Edge. They were unable to cope with the unrelenting delusions and outbursts and finally had him taken to an asylum for the insane in the town of Byrendell.
Once inside the asylum, Edge continued to avow to the atrocities he claimed to have seen. The staff shook their heads and kept him confined to a locked room. He paced constantly and upon hearing anyone outside his room, either in the courtyard or in the hallway, would start to yell.
“I have seen damnation and the master of evil has dealt his hand upon us! Please, we must stop him or the evil will spread.! Stop Him! Please , please you must stop him!” And he would pound on the doors and walls.
Finally the keepers would come and give him a potion to make him sleep. And only then was his soul quiet.
The staff began to give him the paper, pens and ink he requested. He wrote furiously and when every inch of the paper had been covered with his scribblings would clamour for more. He wrote the same story over and over.
Not too many days after he first arrived at the asylum he awoke from horrendous dreams and because his mind was still numb from the drugs, it took several minutes for the delirium to subside. He could smell smoke. But from where? He could hear yelling and screaming from the streets through his small high window and from the hallways much commotion and shuffling. The keepers were shouting at people to leave the building.
But he was alone and locked in. He began to wonder if he had been forgotten? He cried for help but no one came to unlock the door. Smoke was now coming in through the small window and slowly curling down the side of the wall. But it was too high. He could not reach it. He tried to look through the small slot in his door but it too was locked. He pounded on the doors. No one came.
"Is this to be my final damnation?"
At last exhausted and defeated he sat on the bed and waited for the inevitable.
Meanwhile, our two friends CatDrgn and yaWn had arrived at the pub in Coradale. The Cat had drunk quite a few shots of pot still liquor. He was having trouble focusing on the chess board before them. He sat and stared as his black queen repeatedly attacked yaWn's white knight and pushed him off the board and onto the floor.
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Post by jagan on Feb 5, 2005 15:23:02 GMT -7
BOOKSTOREThe Master and Margarita__________________ The spirits white as lightening Would on my travels guide me The stars would shake and the moon would quake Whenever they espied me. With a host of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander, With a burning spear and a horse of air To the wilderness I wander. By a knight of ghosts and shadows I summoned am to tourney Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end- Methinks it is no journey. -Tom O'Bedlam's Song
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Post by jagan on Feb 5, 2005 15:31:24 GMT -7
The Manuscript
Edge could hear the clinking of keys and looked up to see someone standing in the shadows of the room. “How did you get in here?” he asked, somewhat startled at the appearance of the stranger.
“The nurse is very absent minded. She left her keys lying on the desk a few days ago and I picked them up.”
“But if you are have the keys, why haven’t you escaped?”
“But to where ? I have no where to which to escape."
“Did I not see you at the theatre the night of all the great disasters in town?” Edge, waved his arms back and forth to clear the smoke in the room and the cobwebs in his mind.
“I was there. They sometimes call me the Master.”
“But what happened?”
“Can I let you in on a little secret?”
“Yes please do.”
“Chaos created the disasters.”
Edge considered this for a few minutes. “But Chaos does not exist.”
The Master looked at the piles of paper on the floor. “In your writings he does.”
“ The doctors say they are only visions.”
“Sometimes the truth is seen only by the mad.”
“I am not mad.”
“No? Well ok. If you say so." The Master nodded. '' At any rate, you must follow me away from this smoke and fire.”
“Let me get my manuscript so it does not burn.” Edge started to pick up the scraps of paper.
“Manuscripts don’t burn.”
And Edge found himself standing in front of an open door. Alone.
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Post by jagan on Feb 5, 2005 15:34:39 GMT -7
'Manuscripts Don't Burn'
YaWn stood up so quickly and had his hand on his throat so fast, that it seemed to Catdragn that he had become a flash of light.
YaWn was looking directly into the Cat’s eyes and as he did so his own changed from icy blue to glowing red. The Cat gulped loudly. “I have displeased you somehow, sir?”
YaWn’s grip tightened, “you cheated the game! Throwing the pieces on the floor!”
“Please, your grip is choking me! No! It was not I! The pieces themselves have life! I Swear! I saw it!”
Both yaWn and the Cat turned to look as a cloaked stranger, laughing loudly approached. It was the Master. YaWn released his hand on the Cat, who still under the magical wrath of the powerful Lich, was unable to move.
“Release him, yaWn, it was I who animated your little game. It is so tedious, that game, a little blood and guts liven things up, No?”
YaWn’s face relaxed and his eyes returned to their former blue iciness. The Cat rubbed his neck and took a breath of relief.
“Byrendell has burned but I have the manuscript written by the righteous one.” The Master looked at the two of them as if they were naughty school children. “I don’t suppose either of you two jokers know anything about the fire?”
“It makes no matter. I have the story and it will serve my purposes well. It seems that they have found themselves a “messiah”, those followers of the light ….that thief and halfling they call Grimm. The more they believe this trash the easier it will be to destroy them. “
The Master tossed the manuscript on the table. “Make this known to all.”
“yaWn, I need a little terror from you. You know what to do. A little healthy fear and the belief in this false prophet.’ he chuckled, “Their minds will weaken and our lord Chaos will take back easily what has been stolen from him.
“Edge is a good man and powerful, he does not know it yet, his mind is still clouded, but he will repent and find his way back to the Dark master.” And with that the Master had dissolved into the air and was gone.
The Cat picked up the papers and looked at them briefly. He nodded at yaWn.
“Manuscripts don’t burn
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Post by jagan on Feb 5, 2005 15:36:47 GMT -7
"What Would your Good Be Doing if there Was No Evil?"
CatDragon and yAwn decide to make their way over to Slyythra to pass out copies of the manuscripts. But since copying manuscripts was slow work and few people could read anyway, they were often seen on the town square reading out loud to the crowds.
“They are eating this stuff up,” yawn commented to the cat as they walked back to the inn just as dusk was approaching.
The Cat was grinning, “It’s my mastery of the spoken word, my good man! I pull them in bit by bit and when I am done they think they have been pleasantly entertained and harmlessly mesmerized. What they do not know is they have been hypnotized.”
“That’s brilliant, my friend, a few stories about their lost heroes and presto, they have key words imbedded into their collective psyche with which we can control them.” yaWn laughed quietly while contemplating the consequences of their plan.
“The beauty of it is we are telling them their own stories written by their own bards and every story weakens them a bit more.” CatDragon was watching a mouse run along the stone wall as he spoke.
YaWn cast a quick death spell and the mouse was completely gone. “No mousing for you inside the town walls”, he told the Cat, “you know how that frightens the womenfolk to see a creature your size chasing a little mouse. “
“I did notice that they look at me with disgust when I toss them in my mouth as if they were peanuts,“ the cat snickered, “but I can not resist the delectable little morsels.”<br> YaWn gave a hearty laugh, “That they are, Cat, that they are! Come on inside and I will buy you a pint of fine ale.” With that yaWn put one hand on the Cat’s back and the two entered the pub in good spirits and joined a table of revellers who begged them over to share their beer and tell more stories.
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Post by jagan on Feb 5, 2005 16:10:11 GMT -7
Without a doubt, one of my fave stories on the board, besides my own that is.., I'm having no luck finding the Master and Margarita around here, shopkeeps are acting like it's rare or something, lol. Thanks for rendering this visible! I'd register, but certain possible diehards might CRY BIAS and Loose the Dogs of Ballbusting and Drama on me, lol. {Some folks cannot differentiate between friendship and allegiance it seemssss...,} Woops, did I jussst ssay that in BOLD?!? {And his infinite nothing ever prologues..,} [Applause!] Mr. Cat, You may be interested in another novel by Bulgakov, also a satire on the Russian government at the time, 'Heart of a Dog'. The dog represented the common people and was to say the least, nasty and vulgar. Bulgakov was an elitist. He hated the peasants. What he wanted was freedom to write and express ideas. Equality of the masses and the Socialist ideas of the time were not part of his vision for Russia at all. Anyway, the novel is odd and quite enjoyable. A lot shorter and less complex than the Master and Margarita, though.
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Post by jagan on Feb 6, 2005 0:31:13 GMT -7
AZAZELLO'S CREAM
Jagan sat alone in her room in the inn at Byrendell. Luckily the inn had been untouched by the fire that day although she herself had been nearly overcome by flame and smoke. She was on the square when the panic ensued. But the Master had found her and brought her to safety.
That was hours ago and now it was late and a full moon shone in through the undraped window. All was again quiet in the town.
A small oil lamp on the desk glimmered and sparked casting a dancing red glow on the letter she was writing. The late hour combined with the mesmerizing light caused a sleepiness to pervade her body and she turned from her writing to look into the sky. A dark ominous shadow had begun to darken the moon and she began to feel uneasy.
She reached for a jar of cream that had been given to her by the Master. 'Azazello’s' cream he called it, “after the fallen angel who taught women to paint their faces,” he’d laughed. She opened the jar and began to rub it onto her face, then on her arms and sleepily as the moon grew darker, all over her body. The fragrance and soothing softness of the cream nearly putting her into a trance.
Returning the jar to the night table and stopping to untie her hair, and peering into her large silver shield she came to a shocking revelation: She had no reflection! She held her hands up in front of her. She could not see them!
“My gods, I am invisible! “
This was terrifying! This was freeing! She laughed hysterically or anyone who might have heard would have so said. She danced and spun herself around the room, all the while singing, ”I am free! I am free! “ She threw off her robe. “ I must see this work.” She ran down the stairs and into the courtyard. No one seemed aware of her presence. She stood in front of a sentry and waved her hands in his face. He continued to stare off into the distance completely oblivious to her. “This is amazing and no doubt a miracle of sorts”, she tried to consider to what purpose she had been given the cream.
“I must see yaWn,” she thought as she made her way to the stables. “He will know. Yes, I am sure he will know.” When she reached the stables she made another incredible discovery. She could move through locked doors. She found her horse and led him into the town square.
As they left the town walls behind, the sky darkened and the moon was totally eclipsed in shadow. Her dark gray, dappled steed, already skittish, reared up briefly, but she was able to calm him and the two of them made their way to Cora Dale.
Once inside the town, she went directly to the pub at the inn and there she saw the Cat and yaWn sitting with a large boisterous group . The Cat was telling stories and everyone would clamor for more each time he stopped to refill his glass. All were in good spirits. YaWn was on the far end of the table and would interject with an embellishment or humorous addition to the tales. Mostly though he seemed lost in his own thoughts and a little aloof from the loud revelers.
Jagan leaned over next to him and whispered , “Meet me upstairs.”
YaWn nodded and excused himself from the table. The Cat looked at him quizzically for a brief moment nodded and continued with his stories.
As Jagan entered the room upstairs in the inn, she realized that the cream had to begun to wear off. She looked around and found a shirt in one of the pack’s left in the room by CatDrgn and yaWn.
When yaWn entered the room he saw Jagan, wearing the shirt, seated on the room’s only chair and looking out the window as the shadow began to float away from the moon once again.
“It’s an eclipse, Jagan. Some people think they are an omen of evil and change.”
She held up his cutlass, which she had been holding and considered the soft gleam of moonlight on the blade.
“Jagan is gone, yaWn. Only I remain. E. Jagana. Born of fire. Servant of Chaos. Sheltered by the dark lords.
We have much work to do.”
YaWn nodded.
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Post by jagan on Feb 6, 2005 0:36:33 GMT -7
CHAOS' GRAND BALL
Midnight was approaching; they must hurry. E. Jagana had a dull memory of candles and a jeweled pool. As she stood in this pool two attendants doused her with a thick warm liquid. She felt a salty taste on her lips and realized she was being washed in blood. The mantle of blood was exchanged with another -thick transparent and pink- she began to sicken with the heavy scent of rose oil. She did not remember being dressed in this delicate gown of golden mithral fibres. Or who placed the royal diamond tiara on her head. It was very heavy and kept shifting. She considered her reflection dimly outlined in the large silver shield propped up against the wall.
YaWn and the Cat stood on either side of her. But the discomfort she felt in these fine clothes and jewels was compensated by the deference with which they began to treat her.
“Never mind… never mind …you must wear it Queen. There is nothing you can do.” muttered yaWn. He adjusted the crown and stepped back. “We must hurry!”
“Allow me, Queen, to give you one last piece of advice. Among the guests there will be many different sorts.!”
“Oh, very different!" interjected the Cat.
“But no one, my Queen,” yaWn continued, “must be shown any preference! Even if you do not like someone - I understand you will not show it in your face! That would be unthinkable! He will notice it! You must be kind to him…kind. The Mistress of the ball will be rewarded 100 fold for that. And also don’t ignore anyone! Just a smile if there is no time to speak.”
E.Jagana stood still and nodded in agreement. Her head was spinning. She held on to Catdrgn for balance.
The Cat and yaWn were both also dressed in their finest arrayments and walking on either side hurried her downstairs to the ballroom. Once in the ball room she could hear the minstrels loudly playing. Servants dressed in livery lined the walls.
“My dearest, E. Jagana, come join me while I greet our guests.” A buttery voice purred into her ear.
Jagana offered her hand, he held it lightly, and bowed gracefully. When he looked into her eyes, she felt slightly weakened by his overwhelming charisma.
My Lord Chaos,” she whispered as she allowed him to lead her to their places.
*with apologies once again to Mikhail Bulgakov*
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Post by jagan on Feb 6, 2005 0:41:02 GMT -7
CHAOS' GRAND BALL
As E. Jagana followed Chaos to their appointed spots, the room fell silent. She could hear a low purring resonating in the throat of the Cat who was standing near by. He nodded and as he did so she looked to her left to see yaWn standing just behind her. Suddenly the shouting of a town sentry broke the silence.
“Twelve O’clock and all is well!”
The small group of minstrels was now an orchestra and with this announcement they began to play loudly and with much gusto. A seemingly endless parade of guests began to arrive. At first there were the members of her own clan, many of whom she had not seen in many weeks. Each in turn bowing or curtseying, and after an exchange of pleasantries entered the Great Room. All the guests were given grotesque masks that represented demons and monsters of legend or notorious figures of history.
Other guests began to arrive, some from rival clans, some were friendly to her own clan. She greeted them all cordially and Chaos spoke to each in mesmerizing tones that seemed to quell their apprehensions. Then it seemed to E. Jagana that actual historical figures began to appear before her. How did she recognize Morgan LeFay? Was it the Coat of Arms on her Heralds’ livery? E. Jagan knew her to be a powerful witch of great power and evil. And in person, great beauty and charm.
“I am delighted, Hostess-Queen to be invited to the Grand Ball of the full moon.”
“And I am pleased to meet you ..very pleased indeed. Do you like champagne? “ And E. Jagana motioned for the servant to offer a glass.
“What are you doing ?” The Cat yelled into her ear, visibly agitated. “You will cause a traffic jam!” Morgan reached out a hand to E. Jagana but as she did so, yaWn firmly escorted her into the room.
A wall of people began to advance.
“I am delighted to see you,” yaWn spoke softly in a monotone.. “We are delighted ….her majesty is delighted.”
“Delighted!” exclaimed the Cat.
Yawn, gave the details of each guest's notoriety as they entered the hall one by one. An hour passed and then another and the tiara seemed to become heavier and heavier. “These things happen in waves, your majesty,” the Cat told her, “and it seems to have crested and is almost over.”
E. Jagana turned her gaze across the room which was now crowded with bizarre figures; some were dancing and some conversing amongst themselves in small groups. The heaviness of the crown she wore, was distracting and the heady smell of wine in the room was disorienting. She could see Chaos slowly and deliberately descending the grand staircase, making another entrance. And as all eyes were turned towards him, a loud cry arose from the crowd. She could see someone fall near a column in the room and blood was oozing from a wound in his chest forming a pool beside his body.
In the confusion that ensued, yaWn quickly took her arm and led her through a doorway out of the room. Confused and dizzy, she allowed herself to be led and they entered another room. Still moving quickly, he pulled her through, yet another doorway and E. Jagana could see that they were once again in the Grand ball room.
It was empty. Not one of the crowd remained. No body. No blood on the floor. Chaos was standing next to her.
“For your most kind assistance this evening, you may be granted one wish, Milady,” he told her as he took her hand and bowed slightly towards her. “I am most grateful for your help.”
As Jagana lifted her eyes to meet his gaze, she heard the voice of the same town sentry she had heard what seemed like hours before.
“Twelve O’clock and all is well!”
No time had passed! She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, she found herself standing in her room at the inn. She was dressed in nightclothes and she could see the Cat and yaWn sitting on their packs with a chessboard between them amicably arguing over the last move.
“ I am sorry E.” yaWn said quietly, “Did we waken you?” He seemed to be holding a heavy tiara in one hand.
“What will your wish be, Queen?” Asked the Cat.
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Post by jagan on Feb 6, 2005 2:22:03 GMT -7
"THE POWER I SERVE WILLS FOREVER EVIL, YET DOES FOREVER GOOD"[/b]
The Master sat at his desk in their shared room at the Inn. An oil lamp flickered a dim light and he wrote furiously, in his tight cramped, style.
E. Jagana, sat in her chair, facing the window and once again the full moon shone on her through the window, as it had a month before on the day of her transformation. She was holding the black queen chess piece in her hand turning it over and over.
YaWn and the Cat were seated across from each other at a small table, chess board minus the black Queen, set up between them.
The Cat was fidgeting as usual; yaWn was almost motionless.
"Move the pieces with your eyes, not your hands, yaWn," the Cat demanded. "I can see you have the power now."
"What do you mean, 'with my eyes'?" yaWn asked. "Look at the piece, then look where you want it to be."
"Is that possible, Cat?"
"Yes. She wished it on you. She gave you the power. I can sense it in you. Your power will be very strong. Yes, very strong."
YaWn advanced the white pawn one space. "I can do it." he whispered.
"She gave you the power from Chaos. You are the one now."
"He also made her Queen."
"What of the Master?"
"He writes our fate."
"Why give me this power, Cat?"
"Because, there is a chance you may never use it. The fact that you do not care means you will not abuse it."
"What does Chaos want from us?"
"I think he wants loyalty."
"To him?"
"To each other."
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Master, is it time?"
The Master looked up from his writing. "Time for what, my Queen?"
"Time to return. The clan needs me. We must return." E. Jagana regarded the chess piece in her hand intently.
"Yes, the story is almost written. Where is the Cat and yaWn?"
"They...they were just here. ... you do not know, Master? You have lost control of them haven't you? and me?"
E. Jagana, dropping the chess piece, stood up and grabbed the papers from The Master. She looked at them for a long time, frowning. Then set the blank pages she had been regarding so intently, carefully back in front of the Master.
"We are free now, Queen. All of us. He has set us free. I am no longer condemned to write our fate."
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Post by RAIVEN on Apr 14, 2005 15:03:16 GMT -7
This story is posted on the Metaphorum, CatDragn's forum. Here is a comment from there: The Metaphorum'Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming, saying' something about a queen. There were peasants singing' and drummers drumming' and the archer split the tree. There's a fanfare blowing' to the sun that was floating on the breeze'.'After the Goldrush'- Neil Young
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