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littlemanpoet · 01-17-2005, 06:42 PM

Maegeleb stood over the sleeping Roy Edwards, the one his enemies called Raefindan - red headed man. He watched the young man's dreams. Maegeleb had sent Roy's mind to the vale of Nimrodel and Maegeleb again, pleased with the growing sympathy of Nimrodel's maidservant, and thus of the Elf Lady herself. Well and good.

He searched the young man's mind again, looking for the stuff of the future. He had found that the best way to do this was to allow him to dream as his mind wandered in sleep, and in that way Maegeleb happened upon things that he would not have looked for. Such as this strange tube, long as an Elven arrow. It spit out a piece of stone with an accompanying sound like a clap of thunder. He searched Roy Edwards' mind for more about this, and learned of black powder, and triggers, and rifling, and little holes for the stones in a shiny plate, which slid into place when the tube was cocked, and with careful aim, the stone shot from the tube faster than an arrow, and as true to target as any Elven shot. He had found it. He would have to find the things he needed to make one. The design was simple.

Raefindan awoke and was upset. The swamp elf was standing nearby, looking north. The ground was covered with a couple inches of snow. He remembered his dream, and was more certain than ever that he had to find a way back to the future. Maegeleb was turning him into a dangerous library of facts that could be used to harm his friends, and not only them. All Maegeleb had to do was put together the assembly line he had seen earlier with the rifle..... Raefindan shut his eyes and grimaced, and tried to force himself not to think of it. Anything else! Mithrellas. Dark hair, raven blackm and her face as beautiful as ... well. ... an Elf!

"What is this assembly line?" Maegeleb asked. "And what might it have to do with .... what did you call it? Rifle?"

"Never mind." Raefindan was hungry, and his muscles were tight. Cloak or no cloak, his limbs ached with cold.

"Ah, I see. I could build many rifles on this assembly line, create an army." Maegeleb grinned.

Raefindan sighed.

01-17-2005, 06:42 PM	#629
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Raefindan Maegeleb stood over the sleeping Roy Edwards, the one his enemies called Raefindan - red headed man. He watched the young man's dreams. Maegeleb had sent Roy's mind to the vale of Nimrodel and Maegeleb again, pleased with the growing sympathy of Nimrodel's maidservant, and thus of the Elf Lady herself. Well and good. He searched the young man's mind again, looking for the stuff of the future. He had found that the best way to do this was to allow him to dream as his mind wandered in sleep, and in that way Maegeleb happened upon things that he would not have looked for. Such as this strange tube, long as an Elven arrow. It spit out a piece of stone with an accompanying sound like a clap of thunder. He searched Roy Edwards' mind for more about this, and learned of black powder, and triggers, and rifling, and little holes for the stones in a shiny plate, which slid into place when the tube was cocked, and with careful aim, the stone shot from the tube faster than an arrow, and as true to target as any Elven shot. He had found it. He would have to find the things he needed to make one. The design was simple. Raefindan awoke and was upset. The swamp elf was standing nearby, looking north. The ground was covered with a couple inches of snow. He remembered his dream, and was more certain than ever that he had to find a way back to the future. Maegeleb was turning him into a dangerous library of facts that could be used to harm his friends, and not only them. All Maegeleb had to do was put together the assembly line he had seen earlier with the rifle..... Raefindan shut his eyes and grimaced, and tried to force himself not to think of it. Anything else! Mithrellas. Dark hair, raven blackm and her face as beautiful as ... well. ... an Elf! "What is this assembly line?" Maegeleb asked. "And what might it have to do with .... what did you call it? Rifle?" "Never mind." Raefindan was hungry, and his muscles were tight. Cloak or no cloak, his limbs ached with cold. "Ah, I see. I could build many rifles on this assembly line, create an army." Maegeleb grinned. Raefindan sighed.