Cyrion
Confessions of a dragon-loving Dwarf
by Juri Memmert

Updated: October, 12th, 1997

Cyrion to Holis:
"Yes, yes, relax now, Holis, and keep your mouth shut, I'm trying to tell a story.

Holis to Cyrion:
"A story, a story... what story... that story ?"

Cyrion to Holis:
"Yes, I'll tell that story too."

Cyrion, under his breath:
"Can't an old tired dwarf get some peace and sleep anywhere, anymore ?"

...
Expectant silence answers him

...
Low whisper from Jadawin:
undecipherable to the outsider

Cyrion (loud):
WHAT ? What do you mean by: 'We are online' ?!

Cyrion:
shocked silence

Cyrion:
Hrumphh !
Well, as I was saying, I'm Cyrion, Paladin of the most mighty Iorak from the Clan of Poetschke

Silent giggling from all around him, seemingly out of nowhere
Cyrion to C4:
C4, stop this nonsense, NOW !

The giggling stops
As I was saying, I am Cyrion, Paladin of most...

Pink butterflies start to gather around Cyrions head. He whips his head around to glare at C4 (and sending a butterfly tumbling from his nose to the ground) only to find C4 fully absorbed in eating chocolate ans strawberries. Still angry, he looks around to find the origin of these annoying little pests, which have already begun crawling into the strands of his beard.
Helpless laughter from all others, because Cyrion is, by now, covered over and over with butterflies.

"Iorak's beard!!", Cyrion shouts

He freezes in mid movement. The still visible part of his face grows pale and his eyes widen.
Odo drops to the ground, gasping for air and helplessly shaking with laughter.
"Cy... Cyri... Cyrion h-has forgotten to pay his tribute to Iorak's temple, again !", he finally gasps.

Meris and Jadawin exchange knowing glances. It wasn't the first (and probably will not be the last) time, Cyrion was reminded of his duties to his church by such ocurrances. Last time, half his beard fell off and roses grew, wherever he went - thorny roses.
Neither could explain, why Iorak, Smith of the Gods, chose to remind Cyrion of his duties with flowers, butterflies and suchlike. He simply did.

Cyrion kneels on the ground, praying
Hello, Iorak, anybody home, or is it just your answering machine again ? ... What's the matter with you, run out of patience because of such a tiny amount of money ? ... Don't you remember that I just created a beautiful shrine in your name ? ... Oh, six months, you say ? ... Ah, well, don't make such a fuss about so little gold. ... I'll pay in the morning. ... Sure, I'll send some cookies as well. ... Send some greetings around. And bye for now. until tomorrow.

Cyrion rises, without butterflies and with renewed dignity.
As I was saying, I am Cyrion, Paladin of the great Iorak, Smith of the Gods, Sender of Butterflies and Friend of Holis's cookies. I am from the Poetschke Clan.
I have come here to tell my story of high adventure, honor and valiant combat.

"Valiant combat!" , Holis whispers, Jadawin and Meris exchange amused glances
Ah well, the first time, I met Jadwin and Meris, they were on their way to a small village. I came just from a low hill north of the road they traveled, where I had helped building a temple for Iorak.
We met on the road and traveled together into the village

"Where's the funny part, the one, where you step on that puma.." , Holis exclaims
Anyway ... we banded together, after we defeated a vicious mountain lion, which had tried to rip a chunk of meat out of me.

"Only after you stepped on him!" , Holis shouts, laughing
A withering glare from Cyrion
Dear Holis, would you please allow me to tell my story ? Thank you.
Now, where was I, oh yes. We checked in at a tavern and Jadawin and Meris told me about their mission. They were, at that time actinc as messengers for a wealthy merchant and carried a small chest to a neighboring lord. Since they seemed a bit lost on their way and in need of some strong guardian, I offered to lead them to their destination and to help with theit burden.

"I hired you as a guard for the chest and you wanted not only an acceptable salary but one third of the whole reward. The only thing, you wanted to carry was your share of gold" , Jadawin remarked dryly
We came to an agreement and henceforth traveled together.

"You do remember the Elf-Demons, do you" , Meris interjects
That's another story, please let me continue mine, now, before I fully loose my patience.
So, we traveled to that lord, recieved our payment and I gave the tenth part to the newly built Iorak temple.

Cyrion, with a pressed, angry voice, speaking fast:
And we lived heavily ever after !
That's it, I'm done with this rubbish, get me out of here!

Cyrion teleports away, the rest of us drops to the ground, holding our bellies and laughing...
The story of the Elf-Demons
Cyrion to an invisible audience (obviously practising a speech):
About two years ago, we were on a foray into the hills west of Ar, whe city, where we had made camp at this time.
Some strange occurences on the whole peninsula led us to believe, that one of our old enemies, a guy, we falsely thought to be Lorgalis, was at work again.
Having scores to settle with this elf, we were looking around to find some clues to what was happening around Ar.

Please send me a messenger pigeon.

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