<font color=orchid>Rong Er

It was all words, all images, then a torrent of mesmerising song before her, bombarding her failing senses as she rested against the soft pillow, fighting against the sandman and trying to focus her attention on Lyulfe.

I mustn't... ~ Her head nodded, then jerked back as her eyelids raised momentarily ~ ... what was it I mustn't? ~ She felt her limbs falling asleep, snoring gently against the snug blankets and beckoning her to give in ~ ... I've got to stay awake... ~ To her dreamy mortification, she found herself yawning aloud ~ ... why do I need to, anyway?... I... danger... ~ Half-mumbling, she found her mouth opening again. This time the pull was so strong, she knew she was losing the battle.

"... don't need...(yawn)... sleep..."

In her last moment of consciousness, she thought she saw a flare of brilliant colours. Then, all was darkness.</font>

EDITED: To remove repetitive words "she thought". I wrote this piece at a time when I was really exhausted, so it largely describes my own experience [img]graemlins/biglaugh.gif[/img]

[ 02-01-2004, 05:55 PM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]

ooc:
Look at me, Im a limp pickle :D

ooc- *pokes the limp pickle* eww, kill it [img]tongue.gif[/img]

ic- Once he was sure that Rong Er was fast asleep, Lyulfe sung a song of protection over her. With everyone seemingly out to get her, it wouldn't be safe to leave her in this vulnerable state. He glanced down at his hands and stifled an exclamation. His hands were covered with flesh-coloured scales, and his nails had grown longer and sharper. After concentrating for a moment, he glanced down at his hands again and sighed in relief. He looked normal again.

Lyulfe got up and strode to the door, testing the protection song he had weaved. After nodding in approval, he walked back to Mormegil's room, pausing only for a moment as he overheard Rumbin. Lyulfe continued on determinedly. <font color="darkseagreen">This bodes ill for the travel... It's a good thing I set up that connection with Rong Er...</font> he thought to himself before stepping into the room.

<font color="darkseagreen">"Well, are we going to do this or not?"</font> Lyulfe asked with impatience. Skye raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She knew his worry was distracting him.

<font color=steelblue>Mormegil

Morm woke up, and looked around. He was lying on his back, and felt as though he had a hangover. He could feel the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead to tickle his ears.

He sat up.

That was the wrong thing to do. Instantly, he was aware of the need to vomit and as he looked about, he saw no place to do so discreetly, before it was too late. He let if fall to the floor beside him. It drained him of his energy. He gagged for a long time, blood mixed in with the bile. Finally, he was able to get a grip on it and lay back down...where he closed his eyes and wished he had died. What the hell was with those needles?</font>

OOC: sorry I haven't posted in a while folks, haven't had internet access over the weekend - don't ask - long story. At college right now - will post later - when I've had a chance to actually read all over the posts rather then scan. That, and I'd like to speak to Skye. *pokes her* hint, hint. [img]tongue.gif[/img]

Plaxica after he had dragged Rong Er onto the ship left her in the elves care and went to dry himself. About 20 minutes later he came out of his cabin in dry clothes and spotting Karthias on the deck asked him: <font color="red"> "How is Mormegil? I think we will have to ask Rong Er about the antidote soon. What do you think? </font>

ooc>>Also was away at the weekend, seems I got back just in time though :D

ic>> <font color=#00FF00> i think that would be a very good idea. last I saw of him he was in a bad state, I hope he pulls through. Maybe we should go and check whats happening, although Im not sure there would be enough room for us in his cabin, it seems everyone is there. How about we go and try to manipulate Rong Er into telling us how to cure him. we can try and sneak in, what do you say? I want to put an end to this, we came here to fufill an adventure, yet we are not even near our adventure and already we are suffering casualties, I dont like this "Rong Er" one bit! </font>

[ 02-03-2004, 11:57 AM: Message edited by: RoSs_bg2_rox ]

OOC>>>Sorry to invade your post, RoSs. I could not read the 3333CC font color, so I changed it to what you have been using for a while. Is that ok?

[ 02-02-2004, 02:15 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

<font color=orchid>Rong Er

The breathing is steady, and a serene expression suffuses her countenance as she falls into a deep, uninterrupted slumber. Anyone looking at her motionless body can hardly believe that she had been capable of such aggression only about half an hour ago...</font>

ooc- *sighs* and I'll continue to wait for the captain to give Skye permission to work on the two "victims" -.- pm me Cal, I'm not usually on at the same time as you [img]tongue.gif[/img]