NRPG: Is this ok Barb?

**Dyanisa**

Dyanisa's eyes snapped open, glazed with fever.  She shut them briefly 
as the faint light coming from beneath the door stabbed at her eyes and 
sent knives through her brain.

Something was missing.

She tried to sit up and after a long painful moment, managed.  She sat 
there, gasping and shaking with cold, the room spinning crazily.

What was wrong again? she wondered.  Her thoughts kept slipping away 
like sand through the fingers...  Sand.. there had been a lot of sand 
and rock and...

Rememberance hit her like a brick in the head and for a moment she 
forgot how to breath.  Was it real or was it just a horrible nightmare?  
Only one way to find out.

Dyanisa slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed, stopping every 
so often for the room to stop spinning.  Her bare feet touched the cold 
ground and she nearly blacked out as a massive shudder ran through her 
body.

Gritting her teeth, she stood up.  The next thing she knew, she was on 
the ground, curled up in a ball as her stomache slowly settled itself.
Dyanisa focused her bleary eyes on the closet and half crawled, half 
slithered towards it.

She blacked out a few times, but she kept going, hanging onto 
consciousness by will power alone.  It took a few bumps for her to 
realize that she had  reached her destination.

Somehow, she managed to open the closet and pull out her boots.  She 
nearly cried when she saw them.

Dirt and grime was so embedded into the leather that they looked to be 
dark tan.  Dyanisa looked back towards the bed and saw the basin of 
water on the table beside it.  She'd never make it.  

She spit on them instead an started rubbing in time to the throbbing of 
her head.  Time lost meaning and the room  lost definition as she 
cleaned them, the only thing keeping her awake was the desperate need to 
know.

After a while, Dyanisa forced her eyes to focus and looked down.  A dark 
spot, half the size of her palm jumped out from the boot, shining.

The faint look of hope that had been present on her face vanished as 
horrified recognition set in.  It hadn't been a dream, she really was a 
monster...

**F'garin**

F'garin picked up the little oil lamp that had been placed outside of 
Dyanisa's room.  It had become a rather permanent feature when it had 
been discovered that the light caused the sick dragonrider pain.

Grumbling to himself, he lit the thing and quietly walked in and shut 
the door behind him.  

He felt a moment of panic when his eyes adjusted enough to see that the 
bed was empty.  No, there was no possible way that she could have left 
the room in her condition. 

F'garin shined his tiny lamp around the room, his eyes widening with 
suprise when he saw her near the closet.

<Why are you suprised?> Tilal asked sleepily.

{I just didn't think she would beable to get that far...} he replied, 
hunkering down to look at what she was holding.  {Boots?} he asked, 
confused.

<What about boots? *yawn*> Tilal said with out the least bit of 
curiousity.  <Never mind, don't tell me.  I'm going to go to sleep... I 
expect to be oiled when your shift is over.>

{Of course,} F'garin said testily.

He walked over to the bed and put the lamp there, shining its feeble 
light as best he could over towards the closet.

Then he went over, picked Dyanisa up, and made his way slowly towards 
the bed, hoping there wasn't anything on the floor to trip on.

**Dyanisa**

Monsters danced and mocked her as she struggled in their burning grip.   
Sand swirled around her like a bed, rough and abrasive... It flowed over 
her, trying to suffocate her, burn her...  Rough hands pried something 
from her, something important...

A horrid monster had them but they were hers!  She needed those things, 
those brown blobs in the monster's hands... They could save her...  
Drive all the demons away.

She struggled out of the sand and lept after the monster...

**F'garin**

F'garin managed to get Dyanisa into bed with out major mishap, even when 
she started struggling.  He was worried though.  Her fever had risen 
dramatically and she looked like she was suffering from Laprin's 
disease, a fairly uncommon children's disease.

He'd never heard of anyone getting it past the age of 10...  Still, 
Dyanisa had the easily identifiable red splotches around her eyes and 
cheeks, fever, raspy breathing, light sensitive and most likely her skin 
was extrasensitive as well.

F'garin gently covered her with a sheet and gently pried the boots out 
of her hands, they were absolutely filthy.  He turned the lamp so the 
light was facing the door and started to leave.  Herin should check her, 
with her fever so high she was in real danger.

A muffled crash sounded behind him and he half spun on his heel, 
glimpsing burning oil slide down the hald overturned table onto the bed, 
before Dyanisa tackled him.  They fell like a heep of bricks to the 
ground.

**Dyanisa**

Her foot hit something, but she ignored it as she grabbed the monster 
around the neck.  They fell for what seemed like forever...  Dyanisa 
cried out as her arm and hand scraped against the floor, her voice 
hoarse and soft in her ears...  An awful crack echoed right in her ear 
and the monster went limp in a strangely familiar fashion...

A scream rang through her skull and around her blood poured from the 
monsters...  For a moment there was silence, like the silence before a 
kill... kill... 

The monster was-

Inhuman keening shook the world and she opened her mouth to cry along 
with it...

The monster was a man and was dead and she had killed him.

She started to cough... it smelled so funny... Light flashed before her 
eyes, searing, burning them like the fire that coursed through her body 
before it turned to ice. Somebody was screaming and then there was 
nothing.
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NRPG: All right, F'garin and Tilal are dead, F'garin with a broken neck.  
The bed is on fire, though it is most likely smoldering and smoking 
instead of really blazing. And the light is presumably whomever came to 
find out what happened to F'garin opening the door.  Any questions? :)

Name: F'garin : deceased
5'9", lightly built, tawny hair, 32 years old, gray eyes, full beard, 
balding.  Warren born, healer, joined Tilal at 18.  Easy going and a 
charmer but he is careful not to hurt people.
Tilal: vermillion with green and yellow stripes, average size, 
notoriously lazy, likes to joke.

Submitted by,
Bridget Olson
Dyanisa and Sienra
F'garin and Tilal

Bridget Olson 
Dyanisa and Sienra *Daere*
Inagua and Myacura *Geode*
Nalin and Trefoil *Whiteriver*
N'dovra Leriamtiq *Ralengarde*
Ens. Sirosa Badei *USS FARADAY*

"Life is only as limited as your imagination."*



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