Lord Flame Stryke wrote:
> Lord Flame Stryke <FlameStryke@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote in
> news:Xns9A22C93C2430CDragonFyre@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
>> In the centre of an endless meadow bowl, a stage appears. The meadow
>> appears smoothly slanted, and perfectly round, until closer inspection
>> reveals that it is, in fact, tiered and lopsided, with one flat side,
>> almost clifflike, while the other sides are, in fact, perfectly round.
>
>> The tiers are large enough -- and small enough -- to fit every denizen
>> of, and visitor to, Alfandra, each in a spot that is so comfortable to
>> them, it is like it was built exactly for them. The entire bowl, and
>> the area around it, is carpeted in grass so full, thick, and green,
>> that it has an almost mattress-like quality to it. Even the cliff
>> side is carpeted in the same grass, which helped the farr-off illusion
>> that it was round.
>>
>> The stage is a castle turret. It is raised off the ground, but even
>> so, every spot in the front of the bowl has a clear view of it. Even
>> were the smallest visitor to the meadow seated behind the tallest,
>> still both would have a perfectly unobstructed view. But whether that
>> is because the smaller was raised or the larger was lowered is
>> impossible to tell, as the tiers themselves do not move, nor do the
>> visitors sizes change.
>>
>> On the stage stands a black dragon, one known to many, and friend to
>> all. He speaks, seemingly in a normal tone of voice, as no echoes
>> permeate the air in the bowl, yet all in and around Alfandra can
>> clearly hear the proclimation:
>>
>> "Come, friends. Come and see the results of the competition in March.
>> Come see one of your own receive his long-awaited reward."
>>
>> The black dragon lays down on the stage to wait. Although no time is
>> spoken, all who hear the words intuitively know that the event will
>> occur on Sunday, as the time is told in the "Real World" in the
>> Western hemisphere.
>>
>> The black waits, apparently asleep, yet taking note of everything, to
>> await the coming of the people, and, especially, the one receiving the
>> reward.
>
> As the day dawns, sunny and bright, with only a few wisps of clouds to
> mar the perfect blue of the sky, the black dragon awakens once more.
> Beckoning to one of the watchers, he speaks softly:
>
> "Come, my friend. Your reward is long overdue."
>
> Although he is speaking softly, all within the bowl can hear clearly,
> and all throughout Alfandra, and wherever the magic of Alfandra still
> lives, all those can clearly hear as well.
>
> As the second dragon steps onto the stage, the black once again speaks
> out:
>
> "My Lady Viriatha de Cordova y Elenia has offered a reward for the
> person who posted the most relevant posts in March of 2007. The winner
> of that contest now stands before you.
>
> The reward should have been forthcoming long before this. I have been
> direlict in my duties, as I have been waiting for my long-absent mate to
> once again brighten this realm with her presence. However, that happy
> day has not yet arrived. Know, however, that my Lady Viriatha, although
> absent in body, is here in spirit, and in thought.
>
> And so, it is my honour to present this--" and as he speaks the last
> word, a tightly wrapped scroll of parchment appears in his hands "--
> Scroll of Nobility to the winner."
>
> With that, he hands the scroll to the other dragon on the stage with
> him.
>
> "All welcome Alfandra's newest member of the nobility, Lord Draco18s!!"
>
> He applauds the other dragon on the stage with him, offering handshakes
> and hugs, first to Lord Draco, then to all the others who have attended,
> before backing off to allow Lord Draco the stage, and the
> congratulations, to himself.
>
>>
>> Lord Flame Stryke
>>
*peeks about noticing the big silver body vanished from beside him and
quickly learns why* Murrp!, congradulations Draco18s!
-Dafydd Edward Dragon
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