Trivial Pursuit

Background: As a vandal has been skulking around the Hall for several
sevendays scrawling messages insulting Apprentice Master Broccal, Flail
and Sr. Apprentice Kylee went out of the Hall to stand guard against
repeat offences. Jr. Apprentices Jecharra and Dathon were just talking
to them, along with a mysterious blue firelizard, when the vandal struck
again! Dathon, being suddenly seized with stomach cramps (too much blood
in his caffeinestream), went into the Hall to seek relief. When he came
back out, here's what he saw.

Log taken by: Jr.Apprentice Dathon on Friday, March 14, 1997, around
midnight EST.

Jecharra shouts, "Kylee!! Flail! Here!" They come out between heavy
  breaths.
Dathon looks blankly at Jecharra. Wha?
Kylee starts running towards Jecharra's yells and gets knocked over by a
  dark shadowy shape. She lands on her behind with a thump.
A slight whuff escapes the figure, it totters a minute and continues on
  its wild escape.
Dathon quickly catches on and looks wildly around for any sign of the
  vandal.
Flail lets out a cry as the figure leaps from the bush. He dashes after
  the figure heading towards it as it knocks down Kylee.
Dathon yells for assistance as he pursues the figure.
Jecharra looks over her shoulder at the Thump. "Oh!" she narrowly misses
  a tree as she continues her pursuit.
The shape dodges Flail and jumps over a few bushes managing to put
  distance between it and all of its pursuers. A mad cackling trails
  behind it.
Soula glides out of the Weavercrafthall through the double-doorway to
  the south.
This firelizard chirples excitedly, looking at her surroundings with
  avid curiosity. 
Dathon sprints as hard as he can after the figure.
Flail skids to a halt as he reaches Kylee, kneeling beside her as he
  looks her over worriedly, "are you all right?"
Jecharra hikes her skirts immodestly and turns into a full-fledged
  sprint.
Dair chirps excitedly, trying to chase the figure himself.
Kylee looks a little dazed. She looks up at Flail pitifully. "Not
  again."
Dathon yells "Whose is the flit? Get it to chase!"
Dathon continues pursuit.
The figure pounds up the road towards South Boll.
[OOC] Flail says 'uhh btw OOCly the figure could be Broccal.. :)'
Dathon skids to a halt with a disgusted growl. "He may be a nasty piece
  of work, but one thing I can say, he's FAST."
As Jecharra puts her long legs to use, she looks up to the blue, "Show
  me where he is, beauty!"
The dark shadow pounds into the jungles surrounding Boll.
Dair zooms somewhere near the figure, chirpling the whole way until
Soula suddenly calls a piercing query to him.
Dathon, having caught his breath, gives chase again.
Flail sighs at Kylee shaking his head, he gently helps her to the feet
  looking around as everryone dashes off towards South Boll, "will you be
  ok here? I better go help chase him"
Kylee pushes herself to her feet with Flail's aid. She nods hurriedly.
  "Go."
Dathon, fixing his eyes on the figure, collides heavily with a rather
  large tree. A redfruit falls on his head as he looks around, slightly
  dazed.
Flail nods to Kylee, turning around he starts to give chase again,
  slowly beginning to close the distance between himself and the other
  pursuers.
Jecharra zooms past Dathon, and hears the heavy boots of Flail coming up
  behind her.
Soula and Dair exchange a quick spate of gossip, catching each other up
  on what's went and excited the pets.
Dathon manages to avoid crashing into the tree again and continues
  pursuing the figure.
Flail glances around frantically as he draws nearer to Jecharra, panting
  out hoarsely he mutters in her general direction, "where.... are...
  they..?"
Jecharra lets her gaze slide up toward the firelizards and silently
  urges them, though they are strangers to her, to hone in on this nasty
  creature in front of her.
Jecharra says nothing, but manages to point at the unsettled dust ahead
  on the roadway.
Dathon cathes up with the other two pursuers and looks frantically
  ahead, trying to spot the vandal.
Soula and Dair wing off in the direction that the figure was last seen.
Jecharra slows momentarily to catch her breath, and then speeds off
  after the winged ones.
Flail merely nods his head in reply to Jecharra his gaze now upon the
  dust cloud, he begins to pant loudly as he chases but doesn't slow down,
  the gap between them and the vandal slowly begins to close...
Dathon is already growing short of breath, but keeps on doggedly
  running. As you can see, he never won any prizes in the Hold's
  footraces.
Dathon looks up as Flail nears the quarry.
Jecharra lags just behind Flail, spitting at the dirt he kicks up in
  turn.
Dathon pounds up the trail slightly behind the two of them, with dust
  everywhere.
Kylee goes home.

Flail makes a diving tackle after the figure, a cry escapes his lips as
  the figure dodges to the side, he lands on the roadway with ooof the
  breath driven from his body
Dathon trips over Flail and lands face down in the dust.
Jecharra cries out in frustration at Flail's near miss, and renews her
  efforts, calling on all her strength to continue. In desparation, she
  calls, "STOP!" with all the authority she can muster.
Dathon watches impotently as the figure pays no heed.
Dathon gets up, dusts himself off and gives chase once again.
Jecharra veers off to the side of the roadway, no longer able to take
  the pain in her side and in her feet.
She bends over, hands on knees, heaving with her efforts.
Dathon closes on the figure and takes a swipe at it with the tapestry
  roll in his hand, but hits nothing but thin air.
Flail slows to a stop he nearly collaspses down clutching at his sides
  as he takes in huge breaths, he glowers in the direction that the figure
  has disappeared in
Dathon drops to his knees with a growl. "Again!" 
Markaus wanders up the road from South Boll.
Dathon looks at the new arrival with some asperity, wondering if HE
  was...
Between heavy gasps, Jecharra bellows, "Hey, ...did you... see who
  was....running the other way?"
Markaus looks at the scene developing, and watches.
Jecharra runs her fingers through her curls, wiping at her wet forehead.
Markaus takes in what he sees, and tentatively approaches, "Is there a
  problem? Might I be able to help?
Dathon looks wearily at Markaus. "Not unless you saw who was going the
  other way... he's probably long gone by now.
Markaus waits for a few moments, to let them catch their breaths, "So...
  what happened? Might I ask?" he looks to each individual.
Dathon snorts. "He got away again. We HAVE to do something about this!"
Dathon OOCs. "Like putting a WANTED notice on the Weavercraft web
  page..."
Jecharra points back at the hall, "Someone," she points up the road
  toward the hold, and then covers her eyes in frustration. "A
  vandal...scralled on our Hall walls...about our Master..." she sighs.
Dathon looks at Flail. "He doesn't look well."
Markaus turns to the third individual and takes in his condition.
Jecharra bounds over, "Did you hurt yourself in that tackle?"
Flail is on his knees, head down, panting heavily trying to take in air,
  he shakes his head somewhat at Jecharra.
Jecharra holds out a hand to pull him up.
Dathon leans over. "If only he wasn't allergic to klah..."
Jecharra huh's. "That part, I missed!" She looks at Flail for an answer.
Flail reaches up to take Jecharra's hand, he lets her help pull him up
  shakily to his feet. Sighing, he looks around the path.
Markaus asks, "So... you had a vandal? Great. This whole world seems
  plagued by some pretty bad people." he shakes his head.
Jecharra turns back to the stranger, taking in his hulking size for the
  first time. "Could you put out the word at Boll?"
Flail waves Jecharra's glance away with his hand "Its nothing, just Klah
  and I don't go well together."
Dathon scowls. "Now if we had a harper here..."
Dathon continues. "NOW..."
Markaus shrugs to Dathon's words, "Sorry sir, I don't happen to be a
  harper." smiles, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
Jecharra thinks to look down at the state of her gown and slippers. "Oh,
  Fall and Fire!"
Dathon notices, then looks at his own clothes and realises that they are
  now greyish tan from traildust.
Markaus asks, "Um... you three aren't used to chasing people are you?"
  he chuckles due to his nerves.
Jecharra looks back at the surrounding men, still pink with her previous
  effort. She smiles slyly, "Guess that's why I came to Weavers: Just whip
  up a new one! Well, long distance, no, but my legs are usually in good
  working order!"
Flail grins over at Markaus shaking his head stilling try to catch his
  breath, he grimaces down at his clothing trying in vain to brush the
  dust off
Dathon leans against a tree at the roadside and sighs. "When will we
  EVER catch that sharding deadglow?"

					-Jr.Apprentice Dathon