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DRAGONMOUNT

A WHEEL OF TIME COMMUNITY

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Ta dah!

 

Kivam met the bus in the parking lot of a local Chipotle. Emp ordered two burritos (one for each hand) and sat with him at a table. “Brian, my kids asked if you were on drugs. Care to explain?”

 

Emp sighed around a mouthful of burrito. He swallowed. “Man, if I had a nickel… I could have gotten three burritos! What were we talking about?”

 

Kivam sighed and picked through his corn chips. “You called me spouting some nonsense about Seggie murdering Jason and Claire so his bored, underemployed wife could take over Dragonmount. As if he’d need to go to all that trouble.” He looked straight at Empy. “You realize this sounds completely insane? And if it’s true, we need to go to the police. Otherwise we’re an accessory.”

 

“Yeah, I don’t know about that. Yveva picks out my clothes. But I do know I’m in over my head. I need guidance. A goal of some sort. I’m floundering here. You always seemed to have an idea…” Emp took another bite of his burrito, then washed it down with more burrito.

 

Kivam sighed again, then reached into the satchel he had brought with him. He took out a leather folder with gold foil edging and flipped it open. “There is one thing I know. Something that will take control of DM away from the Liangs.”

 

“Do we want to do that? I mean Kathana still seems okay.”

 

“Do we really want to work for a woman who doesn’t even notice when her own husband becomes a psychotic murderer?”

 

“Point. Okay, what you got?”

 

“Jason was working on something big a few months ago. He kept dropping hints on Twitter.” Kivam pulled out some papers and handed them to Emp. Emp looked at them, trying to juggle the papers and his two burritos without smearing guacamole all over everything. He failed.

 

“These are the plans for DM 8” he said quietly.

 

“Yup. A DM that runs smooth and never crashes.”

 

“It’s a myth. DM has been crashing for twelve years.”

 

“Nope. It’s real. According to this, Jason figured out the problem. There’s some code that’s missing somewhere on the backend. “

 

“Code?”

 

“Yeah, I don’t know what it is. I’m not a developer. But according to Jason’s notes, he put it on a thumb drive ten years ago and lost it.” Kivam leaned back on his bench. “So I guess we need to go to California and ransack Jason’s house. Maybe dig up his backyard.”

 

“No, I know where it is.” Emp said, crumpling up his empty burrito wrappers. “Get on the bus, Kiv. We’re going back to Atlanta.”

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oh a few pages back you mentioned Magic cards and trapping Brandon in a van. found this while trolling (no not the bad type of troll :rolleyes: ) through his website

 

I kind of cringe whenever she asks that, since—for some reason I can't explain—I just don't like card games. (Note: there is one shining exception to this, and that's Magic: the Gathering, for which I have a voracious hunger. I can never get enough of those silly little cards. Must. Have. More.)

 

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i still think he'd find it finny :laugh:

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I've always intended to come back to this.

 

The problem is, I've actually written more than I intended. I started off with a rough outline and a clear ending point. I hit that point, decided I didn't want to use the joke that would have been the punchline to the whole story, and kept going. So now I'm completely off the map and trying to figure out how it ends. Once I know the ending again, I can work my way backwards and fill in the rest. But I haven't forgotten about it.

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The bus pulled off the interstate and onto the crowded surface streets that surrounded Perimeter Mall. Strip Mall City, where urban planning goes to die. Tenan had managed to force Empy to give the keys back and ably negotiated the eye-searingly pink touring bus through the mid-afternoon traffic. He guided the bus carefully to the parking lot of the fabulous Crowne Plaza Ravinia, host hotel of JordanCon, the premiere convention for fans of the Wheel of Time series.

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"Wow." said Luckers, looking about in awe at the dozens of fans lounging about the hotel entrance way, some already in costume.

 

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"I've always wanted to go to JordanCon." The Australian Admin whispered. "I didn't think it would happen for me. Why, not only can I meet Brandon Sanderson and the rest of Team Jordan, but I can also meet JordanCon Guest of Honor, David Coe!"

 

"Really?" said Kivam. "David Coe you say? I'm personally interested in meeting the Hugo nominated writer Eugie Foster. I hear she's hot."

 

"What's wrong with you guys?" Emp said. "You both sound like a commercial for JordanCon. Next thing you know, you'll both be talking about Jamie Chambers, the JordanCon special guest game designer responsible for the Serenity and Battlestar Galactica RPGs."

 

"Alright, blokes." Corki said. "Enough with the product placement for JordanCon, the greatest fan convention on Earth even if it isn't located in London. We're here on a mission. Emp, you made us come here. Why?"

 

"Uh, yeah. I guess I did." He looked down at his burrito-less hands for a moment to collect his thoughts. "Yeah, see, eventually every one who knows what's really going on goes to JordanCon. My plan is to grab anyone who looks even vaguely connected with Team Jordan, lock them in a hotel room and make them tell us what's going on. "

 

"That's your plan?" Kivam said, raising an eyebrow. "We traveled all this way just to kidnap someone? Again?"

 

"Actually, kidnapping hasn't worked out that badly for us so far." Luckers interjected. "I got to meet Brandon Sanderson after all."

 

"Well, you better grab your butterfly nets, because Jason Denzel is standing right there looking decidedly not corpselike." Kivam pointed to the registration table in the lobby.

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I'm pretty sure this is why they invented the internet.

 

You'd think I'd like the parts with me the best, ya know, as a narcisist.   In point of fact though every mention of Joram makes me giggle like a schoolgirl.   He was the angriest man ever...and was awesome for it.

 

JD,

Loves necroing old threads...and also crazy chicks.  And also poker...but still mostly crazy chicks.

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