She enters her cave... -- Dancing Ice Cave

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Date Posted: 11:43:56 09/30/01 Sun
Author: Azeraj
Subject: She enters her cave...

and closes the portal leading from the Dark Myst Realm. Then, she sends out a mind call...

::Skandrellion, what is it?::

The air shimmers before her, and forms a gryphon, one wing drooping.

~:I was out hunting when I was ambushed by a large group of faeries. I killed of injured most of them, but my wing is severely damaged. I believe it is broken, but it is hard to tell. Rris, Ssern, Ffreth, Farrl, and Derrth were off hunting, and I couldn't find them with my mind. As gryphons can not heal themselves, though we can heal others, I had to come to you.:~
::We will have to do something about the fct that you can not heal yourself. But for now...::

Azeraj reaches far within herself, swiftly bringing out the green power drifting within. Diving mentally into the bone, she examines his wing. "Broken in three places...," she murmurs. Swiftly reknitting the bone, she re-emerges, releasing her healing power and allowing it to re-submerge within herself. Then, she uses Communicate for the second time since she returned, feeling for the rogue Faeries. Come... come now, and you shall be forgiven. Come to Azeraj, Hurry, Come... She feels them coming, moving as one, then the air before her shimmers, and suddenly there are Faeries everywhere, perched daintily along the walls, on crystals, on Skandrellion...

::Who is your leader.::

A young female with flaming eyes flies off of Skandrellion's back, to hover indignantly before Azeraj's eyes.

~:I am.:~
::Why did you do this thing?::
~:He was invading our territory. He was a threat, so we took steps. That is all.:~
::What is your name?::

The young queen hesitates before answering, and Azeraj slightly exerts Communicate.

~:My name is Asuri. Queen Asuri.:~
::I see. Will you and your people relinquish any former loyalties, aside from to yourself and to the kingdom of Faerie, and serve me?::
~:Yes, My Lady.:~
::Who are your commanders and how many do you govern?::
~:Our tribe consists of 457 fully trained warriors or all the elements, including myself and my commanders, Lady Azeraj. My commanders are four, Buri of Life, Rami and Saij of Earth, and D'ser of Fire.:~
::Very well, Asuri. You may go.::

The faeries suddenly vanish, showing no trace that they had been there only moments before but shining particles in the air, catching the light� scales of their wings.

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