showdown

     Daraman circled the house from the air, checking for any signs of guards or hidden traps.  So far he hadn't seen anything, or anybody for that matter, near the house, but it was early still, dawn still breaking, and the tauren had chalked up the inactivity to it's occupants still sleeping.  Fairly confident that he wouldn't be immediately overwhelmed by guards either before or after his mission, he gently steered his undead gryphon to the ground, dismissing it as soon as he dismounted.  Moving up to the small house, axe in hand, he caught a glimpse of movement against the dim candlelight of a nearby window.  He quickly ducked beneath it, pressing himself against the wall of the house and waited for several tense seconds for a reaction from the inside of the house.  After not hearing any cries of alarm or the sound of anybody going to check, he decided to peer inside the house and see what awaited him inside.  As he looked inside

((This letter arrives to its named recipient.  There is no return address.  The outside of the envelope is stamped with the seal of the Kirin Tor. Now you know why Eren took that ring a few blogs ago...))  

To The Professor

(( Originally posted 2006/01/26 )) 

I woke with a start, the recollection of my nightmare fading already. I am sure it had something to do with Stratholme. I relocated Tabaqui's pillow to the ground and moved a bit away, so I would not wake her with my pen scratchings.

((Takes place the day after "...And Know When To Fold 'Em." Enjoy!))

((Takes place immediately after "Know When To Hold 'Em..."))