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Tom Noon's Tale
NewEuropa
In Chaos
Voyages of the Nones
Meanwhile...
Destine
Mother Goose Chase
Ancient Oz
Varkard
Adventures of the Munch
Lanthil & Beyond
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We left our heroes at their ranch on Hellene, having recently acquired
several new guests. They are survivors or descendants of survivors from
the dragontrooper raid on Destine, which scattered Destinos and other
folk of the nephilim all over the geography and history of a world
dominated by draconian races and called Yazatlan.
This whole problem is getting bigger than we feel we can handle by
ourselves, so we decide the next thing to do is start attending the
Councils in Vinyagarond. That way, we can get a better understanding of
how things stand with Lanthil and the New Blood, who are likely to get
heavily involved in this business with nephilim and dragons.
Since Braeta first showed up between the first and second councils, and
since no one seemed to recognize her, we invite her to not court
timelock by trying to attend the First Council now. She readily
agrees. Instead, we'll take Desmond as a representative nephil. He
agrees cautiously, remarking that, as a member of the outcast Nephil
Remnant, he's not someone Alvirin is supposed to do business with.
that's all right; Alvirin doesn't show until the Second Council.
The gargoyle likewise showed up between councils, so Tom casts a glamour
on it, disguising it as a large raven.
Mirien likewise prefers to stay away, for chronological reasons.
So, after letting everyone relax and sleep a night, we all get dressed
up and step into the Emerald Metaphor, which still has a door parked in
the front room. From there, Tom opens the other door into the back yard
at Vinyagarond. It's night there. Instant jet-lag. Oh well. We see a
couple of figures vanishing around a corner. Tom supposes them to be
Nick and Alag, whom he dropped off some days ago (for him), or a few
seconds ago (for them).
We step out, and a voice hails us: "Chris, is that you?" No, it's us.
She recognizes all of us except Desmond and his "raven," which is what
we wanted. We tell Daewen that Desmond is here to get some
"time-dependant information" from Chris and leave it at that. She
doesn't press it, probably suspecting a time-twist is involved. She
greets Desmond, then greets his "raven" with a hearty caw in Ravenish.
When the gargoyle just flinches and blinks, she blushes. She could have
sworn it was a sapient raven. (Half right. It's sapient.)
She tells us we can use the Grey Room and the two next to it (only three
rooms for ten of us, but space is short here at the moment) and sends us
in to meet the others. We wander through a few halls, hearing distant
laughter, and come to a large parlor. There we find:
Aelvenstar, Daewen's husband, an elf from the real Middle Earth.
Jonathan and Melusine, elves and two of Mirien's five parents, he a
former Worldbender, she born a fay in ancient Crete.
Trisarin, an alien and the fifth of Mirien's parents (the other two
being Aelvenstar and Daewen), now inhabiting a body made of pure glamour
and looking like an animated golden statue.
Lorelei McHerron, a Deryni enchantress, originally human, and a veteran
of the Diadem campaign, like Tom. Also like Tom, she was on the
adventure to New Europa.
Eglantine and Connor, who met and married in the Dream Time, long-time
friends of the family.
Hot on our heels enter:
Alag, an elf from Worldbender Middle Earth, and Daewen's grandson.
Chris, an elf, but originally a human time-traveler, and Lorelei's
husband.
Nick, an elf, and son of Lorelei and Chris.
Zareba, known as "Z," Nick's wife, a fay, and veteran of our trip to New
Europa, where we acquired Katrina and Robbie.
Daewen enters and says we're now only waiting for the other Daewen (her
clone), Moranna (her daughter), Suliemon (Moranna's husband), Glorian
(her granddaughter), Mithriel, and Mirien. (Ah, no wonder Mirien didn't
want to come ... again.)
Except for some of the folk fresh from Hellene, everybody knows
everybody. We all mutter distracted hello's, nod, smile, and wander off
into groups based on current relative sequence. Sometimes, you've got
to wonder if time travel is really worth it.
Tom and Chris converse nervously for a bit, decide they're probably
twisted, and bow out. Tom gravitates toward Nick and introduces
Desmond. Dafnord joins them, and Tom lets him do the explaining while
he tries to work out some of these damned sequences.
Dafnord explains about refugee nephilim, and not telling Daewen yet, and
has Desmond recite the bits of epic he recalls about the cities of
refuge for the nephilim, in the Kaf mountains.
Nick says he's heard a bit about this during his time at Alvirin's
court, but he wasn't really paying much attention. The mountain homes
are reminiscent of Olympus. He then wonders about how real Olympus was,
and how many versions of it there may be scattered about.
Nick also explains that, officially, Faerie ignores the remnants, fay
and nephil. He knows there are some unofficial people who negotiate
repatriation of fay remnanteers, but it's all very under-the-table and
indirect, as only court intrigue can be in a court about 24 million
years old.
At this point, Moranna (also known as "Vanessa" or "the Fan Esse")
enters, with her husband Suliemon ... and their son Morniesul. Our
heroes have met Morniesul, or they will. That is, they've met a much
older Morniesul and went on an adventure to the Terraform Reach with
him. This is an earlier edition, and not nearly so mellow. He finds an
armchair, settles into it, and starts in on a solid sulk.
Suliemon greets Dafnord, whom he hasn't met. Dafnord, on the other
hand, has met (a future edition of) Suliemon, some decades hence in
Lanthil. Fortunately, Dafnord is naturally tight-lipped.
This arrival of fellow world-hoppers reminds Tom that he left the
pantope door hanging open in the garden. He excuses himself and runs
out to move it to the rooms they've been assigned. On entry, he regrets
to note dewy footprints entering the door. And not leaving. Damn.
He exits the other door, into Hellene, and asks the house computer if
anyone has shown up. Not that it's noticed. He then yells hello, gets
Greywolf, and tells him not to be startled if anyone unfamiliar shows
up. Greywolf -- whose startle probably got used up in the last two days
-- nods. Tom then contacts Mirien telepathically and warns her. She
promises to keep a lookout.
Tom returns to the Metaphor, turns the Hellene door to a window
(belatedly) and looks around the pantope. No one is in here. Except
Salimar, dozing in her bucket, in the tent. He sighs, moves the door up
to the Grey Room, and gets out.
Someone cheerfully hails him from the depths of a wingback chair. Since
this is the third or fourth such encounter with her, Tom is barely even
surprised to find Runyana (a daughter of Daewen who hasn't been born
yet). She's curious about any "dirt" flying in the rooms downstairs.
Tom hasn't much for her, except that Lorelei and Chris are, naturally,
sharing a room, but, unbeknownst to Daewen, currently time-twisted with
each other. That's good for a giggle. Runyana is less amused by the
news that someone has wandered into the pantope. When she learns Tom is
working on the nephilim problem, she can say little more than "Oh!" and
"Don't worry, it all works out in the end." Which is about as much as
Tom really wants for omens. He goes back downstairs.
Tom resumes his telepathic links and informs the others about the
trespasser. Markel and the gargoyle/raven volunteer to guard the door
in the Grey Room against further mishap.
Meanwhile, aboard the pantope, Salimar has been roused by the comings
and goings. She emerges from her bucket, shapes up, and contacts Tom
telepathically. Tom briefs her and asks her to retrocog the pantope's
recent history.
She complies, and beholds something kinda primate in an offbeat way,
followed by something goblinish, chased by a young elf-woman with a
broom, swatting at the first two, which Tom interprets as a couple of
Low Petty Fays. All three vanish into the ranch house.
Tom, who has done nothing but re-enter the parlor and stand stock still
while the switchboard runs in his head, now turns around and goes back
to the Grey Room. There, he passes through the pantope, goes back to
the ranch, and tells Mirien what to look out for. Then he comes out
again, with Salimar in tow. Back to the parlor.
Meanwhile, in the parlor, Kate approaches Morniesul and asks him about
giants in a general way. Or demigods. He doesn't know anything and
never breaks stride in his sulk.
Tom approaches Lorelei, who bounces him to Jonathan. Jonathan doesn't
know about the cities in Kaf, but reaffirms Nick's remarks about lots of
Olympus mockups, and suggests the archives in Elvencrown, or the
university library in Dwarrowgard, as places Tom could find out more.
The Elvencrown archives might be a delicate job, though, since "day
books" and "chronicles" are terribly de classe and gauche in a culture
that deliberately ignores dating.
Dafnord continues talking with Suliemon and Moranna. He shows them his
sword, Umbra, and tells them the story of its creation by him and Tom in
Chaos' Rim. On the subject of nephilim, they remark that they've met
a nephil, one Tethycles, in the Dream Time. He was a shipwright,
cursed, when Atlantis sank, to stay on land since every ship he boarded
would sink until Atlantis rose again. He was able to break the curse in
the Dream Time, when a Dream Atlantis rose. They don't know where he is
now, but we could look him up.
Dafnord goes on to tell them about Destine and remarks that the refugee
nephilim, should they get rescued, shouldn't come here. Across the
room, but linked on the telepathy net, Tom swallows his hors d'oeuvre
wrong and coughs convulsively. He never dreamed of bringing the
nephilim to Vinyagarond! He goes to the bar for an atypical brandy.
Salimar buttonholes Trisarin, the only other alien here, but gets no
information beyond "Hi." She then tries Aelvenstar. They get to
talking about the Raids that were (and are) bringing elves here from
Worldbender Middle Earth. Daewen started them, her children continue
them, and thus cause her the current crop of headaches, which this First
Council is supposed to do something about.
From there, Salimar moves to Melusine. She is, in fact, an example of
the fay remnant, having been born in Crete after the last great
severance of Faerie from Earth. Melusine therefore knows a fair bit of
remnant history.
Robbie moves in at this point to ask her about nephilim. Unfortunately,
she is "only" 5000 years old, and that's after the nephilim mostly
departed. Robbie asked her how she managed to return to Faerie, being
of the fay remnant. It's tricky. Daewen came here first and was
specifically given permission to stay by Alvirin. Melusine and Jonathan
came because Mirien is their daughter as well as Daewen's (and
Aelvenstar's and Trisarin's. You see, they-- Oh, some other time.)
The upshot is that she is here by a sort of benign neglect. It's one of
many reasons to consider moving elsewhere, like Lanthil. Alvirin has
let us know he rather likes that idea.
Given this state of affairs, Melusine recommends we not discuss Desmond
and his folk a lot while we are all still in Faerie. Robbie suggests
that we could all adjourn to the ranch on Hellene, if we wanted to have
such discussions.
Around now, the parlor starts to empty, as most of the folk head up to
bed.
Updated: 7-Oct-06
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