h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

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*THe High Lord enters and walks over to Ignatius.*


Are you ready friend...you will be fighting your own kind just so you know.


*The dragon bows and raises his head.*


*The High Lord leaps on and in moments they are out of the room and flying high.*

*Enters and unsheaths his katana and throws it hard at the wall. IT goes in about a foot deep.*


*He screams loadly in a angered voice.*


*Ignatius stands up and flies off to leave his friend alone for the night.*


*The high lord stands there with his muscles bulging from the anger inside of him swelling.*

*Throws open the door*

Ok it's just you and me now, let's clear the air

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Turns around yelling. His anger getting to him, he taps into his magic and a violet aura forms up around him swirling in a pool like manner.*


You at the moment. Always contradicting me. I didn't get this position on being an idiot. IT WAS OUR TIME TO STRIKE! We could have gotten the gateways set up and wait for everyone to be healed and then attack. Now look at us. I had asked for volunteers to go to the outpost to set up the first gateway. But you thought I was preparing for a full scale invasion.

Damnit Shaylar! I am trying my best to keep the Dark Alliance off Imardins back.

I know what you were planning but the only Illusionist we have is Aaylia and maintaining that illusion would have killed her, you must think these things through, yes you want to strike, yes you want revenge, we are not ready, we have a handful of powerful magician's that is all, we need to get the apprenitises trained, we have been lucky so far, we need to be prepared

And as for contradicting you it seems that I'm the only one with the bal...................erm nerve to do it

*The aura disapates.*


*His shoulders slump as if hes been carrying a ton of weight.*


Maybe your right...


It's just been difficult to deal with the DA and all thats been going on around here...I'm sorry ive been snapping at you. I just havent gotten much sleep.


*He walks over and sits down in one of his more exequsuate furniture.*

*Her anger disappears*

My Lord

*She crosses to him and crouches beside him*

Why do you not see the healers or at least have a quiet word with Lady Lumien

*She runs her hand across his shoulders*

all you need is to sleep

*Runs her hand over the back of his neck*

Would you like me to help, I learned this from Omar he used it on me when I couldn't sleep

I'm sorry for my actions My Lord

I'll take any help I can get to sleep. I don't even remember the last time I was asleep.

Ok I'll help, I'll need you to take off your shirt um the top half of you needs to be um bare

*Blushes at the memories*

*He stands up and takes off his robes and slings them onto his bed. He then unstraps his breastplate. Throws it onto the floor with a load thunk. His longsleeve shirt is torn a little bit but he takes it off. He sits back down and lies down, and unstraps his boots.*


What is it your planning to do?

Massage, it's a very effective method of relaxation

*Starts to run her hands along his spine and across his shoulders*

Omar was a Eunach in the King of the Eastern Lands Harem, the erm practises he observed he wrote down in a book, this is one of them, the women used it on the King after he had been in battle,, he gave thhe book to me when I came of age, I erm.................I..................um..............I've never had the opportunity to try out the more..............um...........phyisical practises but acording to Omar the King had a smile on his face for days

*Giggles*

*Runs her fingers over his neck*

it always relaxed me

*The High Lord turns his head as his eyes begin to droop.*


I can see.....*Struggles to keep his eyes open.* why......


*In moments the High Lord is on his back sleeping the most deepest sleep hes ever had. If an attack was to happen the high lord would prolly sleep through it.*

*Shaylar smiles*

Works every time

*Takes the Wolfskin cover off the bed and runs her finger down the High Lords chest, then covers him up*

Good night My Lord

Leaves for her own room*

*Snores....*

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*Faller enters and lies down next to the High Lord's bed*

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*Knocks on the door*

My Lord may I come in