[Melgorehn's Reach, Moon Chamber]
You are in a vast, domed enclosure cut from the native rock of the mountain. The floor is perfectly smooth but the vaulted ceiling is chiseled in an array of gothic designs. In the center of the room sits a single onyx altar. You also see a round shaft cut into the floor of the chamber.
In the room, you (Tizzrah Labandita). Also in the room: Lord Woolph who is seated.
Obvious exits: out.

Look at Woolph.

You see Lord Woolph Emonds the Human Ranger.
He appears to be in his 40's, has shoulder length, wavy silver hair, hazel eyes, and tanned skin.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a single red rose in his right hand and a shot of whiskey in his left hand.
He is wearing a gold ring, some imflass brigandine armor, an amethyst amulet, a camouflage fur pouch, a black spidersilk vest, a camouflage vultite shield, a cobra skin weapon sling, a golden Phoen sash, a forest green cloak, a forest green glaes spider charm, a myklian tooth necklace, a green chameleon earcuff, and an enruned serpent ring.

You recite:

"I stepped into a world of dreams and saw such wonders there
I choose who I would want to be, created from thin air..."

You recite:

"Then sword in hand I stumbled forth, bewildered but entranced
I bumped into to a human Woolph, we kissed, we killed, we danced..."


Woolph says, "Hey that human woolph is me right?"

You nod to Woolph.

You touch one finger to your lips.

You say, "shh."

Woolph says, "oh sorry"

Woolph slaps himself on the forehead.

You grin.

Suddenly a beam of moon light peeks through several tiny holes in the intricate ceiling and converges in a star pattern upon the altar. The light carries with it a strange shearing sound. The onyx of the altar begins to glow faintly blue.

PERCHANCE TO DREAM, AGAIN

I stepped into a world of dreams
and saw such wonders there
I choose who I would want to be
created from thin air

Then sword in hand I stumbled forth
bewildered but entranced
I bumped into to a human Woolph
we kissed, we killed, we danced...

He held my hand, he touched my heart
his laughter pulled me in
His words spun music 'round my mind
and held me to his spin...

So many days he healed my pain
so many nights I cried
At any sign of trouble
he was always by my side

So often romance beckoned me
so many times I soared
Until I'd hear a mocking voice:
"You cannot fly!" it roared

And each time I'd come crashing down
hed gently hold my hand
He'd listen to my tales of woe
and always understand

"To die, to sleep, perchance to dream"
for death or slumber serves
For open eyes, a beating heart
dreams can be life's reverse...

Though this world be a wondrous dream
In love and friendship, nae
I love my deartest human Woolph
much more than words can say.


Copyright © 1997.
Sara Michele O'Sullivan
All rights reserved.

"Gendflor Silveryn" (above)
Copyright Stephanie Pui-Mun Law,
2002. All rights reserved.
Used with permission. Thank you!

For J.A., the old soul
of Lord Woolph Emonds,
Ranger, Elanthia