Fanfiction: Medley of Favorite Authors Remixed

Ryan waited quietly to the right and behind the King.  Both of them Heralds and with immense power.  The gathering nobles and couriers were pleasantly talking, oblivious to the anger that Ryan as King's Own held in check.  Ryan had several Gifts.  The greatest of these was mindspeech, both receptive and projective.  Then he had the rare ability to touchread.  A handy Gift when working with the network of spies he had established both within and without Gryphon Heights.  Right now he had purposefully let down his shields and allowed the unguarded thoughts of those in the room to filter in.  Not exactly unethical, but close enough to make him uneasy. "Uneasy is a good sign," his Companion, J'Terma, whispered in his mind.   "And that is why I Chose you, because I knew your character would be sound against the temptation to abuse your Gifts."   "I struggle with it more than I should.  Just knowing that we are wasting time on nobles ...

Base Gift Mindspeech  (Bonded/Animal/Receptive/Projective/Truthsense) Dreamspeech Bardic Gift Creativity Talent  (Vocal/Instument) Farsight Foresight  (Personal/NonPersonal/Split-scond/Event) Touchreading Healing Empathy  (Bonded/Animal/Receptive/Projective/Tactile) Doublesight  aka Healer's Sight Fetching  (Firestarting) Mage Gift Magesight  aka Othersight (Magesense only) Earthsense Mage Channel http://valdemar.wikia.com/wiki/Herald - A link to various Herald information. http://havenofvaldemar.proboards.com/thread/1115 - A link to Gifts in particular.

Herald Michael and his Companion Herbert walked swiftly up the street.  It was a race to be sure, but public image was important and having a Herald and Companion flying straight to the castle would alert any nearby citizens still out at this time of night that something was up.  If the wrong person connected the location they were coming from to the event that would unfold in the morning, then his informant Tamoe would be at risk.  So they walked.  Swiftly. The roads in Gryphon Heights spiraled around the base of a hill.  The hill itself housed manors and villas of the upper middle class, lower wealthy, and wealthy in quiet neighborhoods.  They were decent and modest and as you went up the hill, they became more expansive: in building, lawn, and once there were walls then those too.  Several main roads fanned out from the gate of the palace grounds out in all directions.  Along the way were check points where walls and their gates were outgrown...

Tamoe rested against the tavern's wall, watching folks coming in and out.  She was not easily noticed with her plain brown dress and tangled brown hair.  If the shadows didn't hide her, then her young age of 7 certainly did.  No one in the evenings took notice of children when they were just trying to relax after a long day at work.  Those there bolstered each other with tall tales and laughter easily given after sweating and toiling for a living during daylight hours. With dusk upon the town, the evening breeze of spring filtering in, Tamoe also gave the appearance of relaxing.  In reality she was not.  Part of a spy ring, and disguised as a common poor child, she was listening intentionally and watching closely to all that happened around her.  Specifically the two near the fireplace.  They were hushed tones but careless and she could lip read every word. Barefeet comfortable on the worn wooden floor, she leaned back and through her tangled ...