Quintessentially Quilly

Welcome to Three Word Thursday #53. Please join us in our weekly romp as we try to rescue lost and forgotten words from the dusty halls of antiquity. If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used these bygone words. You’ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.

This is my story. All the other players posted theirs May 6th.

The Words:

• delenda: n. things to be erased or blotted out
• imbroglio: n. an intricate and perplexing state of affairs; a complicated or difficult situation.
• tantivy: adj. swift, rapid

The story in full.

From episode #52:

Vernal pulled his sword as well. “I know who hails us,” he said. “Do not answer. And do not turn your back on me.”

Evaard turned to look at his page. Vernal trembled violently. “You shall die!” He roared and his brown eyes flashed silver. “I-I-I can’t c-control him!” Vernal appeared to be fighting against himself.

“Drop the sword,”Chevall said softly.

“I cannot!” Vernal answered. Again his eyes flashed silver and he lunged toward Evaard.

~*~

Tantivy, Evaard leaped aside.  Chevall stepped forward and struck Vernal on the wrist with the butt of his sword.  Vernal cried out in pain.  His sword clattered to the ground.  Evaard stepped in and grabbed Vernal by his uninjured arm, swung the boy around, and pinned him to the cave wall.

“Release him,” Chevall said.  “The pain should have driven the Mage Warrior away.”

“Tie me up!”  Vernal responded.  “He is growing stronger and he will be back.”

“What an imbroglio this is!” Evaard exclaimed.”Will Vernal ever be free of this curse?”  The exclamation was said in frustration, but hearing the words gave everyone pause.  The two knights stared at Vernal.

Vernal stared back at them in horror.  “What is to become of me?”

The willow branches rustled and parted.  A large purple dragon’s head invaded the shelter.  “Troga!”  All three humans cried out the name.

“What news have you?”  Evaard asked.

Troga’s thought-speak answered.  “The Mage Warriors didn’t pursue me far.  They turned back to follow you, but I’ve managed to slow them down.  I’ve singed them all and fairly toasted a couple. As far as I can tell, they are searching for the eggs and the hatchlings, as are we. ”

“I thought that the tradgematopolist was in league with the Mage Warriors,” Chevall said, “But if what you say is true, then he must have double-crossed them.”

“Aye, and he’ll die for that!”  Vernal roared, struggling to be free.  Evaard leaned on him a bit harder.

“What is this?”  Troga’s soft mind-speak was concerned.  She stepped further into the shelter, sniffing at Vernal.

“Careful now,” Cheval said.  “A Mage Warrior has possessed him.”

“In that case,” Troga responded.  “We must perform a delenda.”

~*~

The 3WT #54 words will be:

• jejune, adj. lacking nutritive value; devoid of significance or interest
• gawp, v. look with amazement; look stupidly
• roil, v. to stir up, make cloudy, disturb, rile

Got it? Good! In that case: Your story is due on: May 27th, 2010
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