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<Fried_Wookiee> A woman's voice drifts from behind the man. It's imperious, and clearly brooks no dissent. "Kill it, Sandren. What are you waiting for?"
<*Sandren*> "But milady... it may know things we wish to know."
<Mike_Holmes> Lukirawa tries to shake off his grogginess, but does not make any sudden moves. Yet. He tries to assess the situation first, patiently.
<Fried_Wookiee> Sandren, clearly the name of the man in the shiny armor, is standing over you, holding out his hand. A gem is embedded in the palm of his hand, that emits a pulsing white light.
<Fried_Wookiee> On his left arm, a shield made of crystals held together in a shiny silver setting is held back, ready to bring into play if it should be needed.
<Fried_Wookiee> Glancing around, you can see that there are a few other people nearby besides the unseen woman and Sandren.
<Mike_Holmes> Lukirawa decides that it would behoove him to get a better position. He leaps up quickly, bringing up his naginata as he does. "I'm afraid this it isn't going to be that easy to kill," he says in a gutteral version of the Young Language.
<Fried_Wookiee> Sandren leaps back and takes up a guard position behind his shield. It starts glowing with the same pulsing white light.
<Mike_Holmes> "What are your kind doing in our woods?" Lukirawa challenges. A moment later he regrets his rashness, considering the odds against him should it come to a fight.
<Fried_Wookiee> Behind him, you can see a lovely young woman with a similar gem in her forehead. She is wearing an outfit of red and white dyed leather, flatteringly cut. She draws a long, silver blade from the scabbard at her belt.
<Fried_Wookiee> "Fool!" she says. "Look what your hesitation has earned us!"
<Mike_Holmes> Likirawa shrugs at her, in mock apology.
<Fried_Wookiee> Sandren ignores her. "We're just here to recover what's ours... that's all." He nods towards the crystal pillar.
<Mike_Holmes> Likirawa's eyes go back a little, but his head doesn't turn. "The pillar? Yours? I'm afraid that there's a spirit here who may not agree with your idea of who owns it."
<Fried_Wookiee> "Nonsense!" says the woman.
<Fried_Wookiee> "Let's hear him out, milady. If the pylon has been... influenced in some way, we should know about it."
<Fried_Wookiee> Lukirawa hears the soft sound of movement in the sand behind him.
<Mike_Holmes> He spins around just in time to avoid being ambushed, and takes a few quick steps back out of the way. "Like I said, it's not going to be that easy..."
<Fried_Wookiee> The man behind you has a haunted look about him, as if he hasn't smiled in years. His black hair hangs limp from his head, and his movements under his gray cloak are spare.
<Mike_Holmes> Lukirawa doesn't like the look of this "hairless." He keeps his eyes on this one.
<Fried_Wookiee> Sandren waves the man off "Achur... go on back to the wagon." Achur sheathes his blade and backs away slowly. The woman growls impotently.
<Mike_Holmes> "You should know that I'm expected soon. There may be others like me...no, much larger than me, really...on their way to find me," Lukirawa says, not quite believing it himself.
<Fried_Wookiee> Sandren says, "We'll deal with that if and when the time comes. For now it is you, and us. Is there any way we can convince you to stand down, or must it come to a fight?"
<Mike_Holmes> "It's you who invade our land, and threaten to kill defenseless sleepers," replies Lukirawa. "I have no wish to fight."
<Mike_Holmes> Lukirawa lets his naginata fall to an "at ease" position.
<Fried_Wookiee> The woman steps forward, emboldened. "We've come to retrieve what is ours. You can just tell your... spirit... to get out of the pillar."
<Fried_Wookiee> Sandren looks frustrated at his lady's sharp tone.
<Mike_Holmes> Lukirawa raises his eyebrows at the notion in a bit of surprise. "I wish I were like the legendary Irkimirikar, and able to defeat such spirits in battle. But I do not wish to remove it, or have the power to do so."
<Fried_Wookiee> Sandren blows out a frustrated breath. The lady harumphs. "Well then, we'll have to bring it with us, spirit and all," she says. "Sandren... kill it if it tries to interfere." She turns her back and walks out into the trees.
<Mike_Holmes> Lukirawa's eyes do the same thing as before at the suggestion that they might kill it. He's tempted to simply let them try. But not helping the spirit of the pillar would be no way to show it respect. He frowns a bit and says, "You underestimate the spirit. In addition it has more allies than just myself, and we are not willing to even let you try to destroy the spirit's residence."
<Fried_Wookiee> "We don't want to destroy it," says Sandren. "Just move it."
<Fried_Wookiee> He makes a placating gesture with his right hand.
<Mike_Holmes> Lukirawa looks at him sardonically, "Would it be OK to move one of your god-houses? You'd be taking the spirit away from us. But this does not matter. You won't succeed."
<Fried_Wookiee> "You have to understand... this isn't supposed to be a sacred place, here. It's just a laser bridge."
<Mike_Holmes> "A what?" asks Lukirawa.
<Mike_Holmes> He gets the feeling he's being told stories to put him off guard, and looks about him to be sure that other one isn't sneaking up on him again.
<Fried_Wookiee> "A laser bridge. There's another one, just like it, across the borderland." He points in the direction of the grey mist at the edge of the world. "When activated, they create a beam of light that makes it easier to get across. Shall I show you?"
<Mike_Holmes> Lukirawa looks incredulously at this hairless. What was his name again, Sandren? Hard to remember as they all look the same.
<Mike_Holmes> He tries to come up with a response, but nothing is forthcoming to his tongue.
<Fried_Wookiee> "Here." He turns slightly, and holds his hand up to the pillar. He concentrates, and a beam of white light jumps from the crystal to the pillar. It flares to life, and a beam of light appears, high in the air, piercing the grey fog of the Wall.
<Fried_Wookiee> "Laser bridge," he says.
<Mike_Holmes> Luirawa is taken quite aback by this. "How do you do this? What spirit do you know here? Or is this the work of one of your gods?"
<Fried_Wookiee> Sandren shakes his head. "No gods, no spirits. It's just the nature of the crystal itself."
<Fried_Wookiee> Achur and the lady come running. Achur has a sack thrown over his shoulder that jangles and clatters.
<Mike_Holmes> Lukirawa turns to ensure that Achur isn't doing anything nefarious, but is curious about the commotion. He takes a step nearer to ensure that he hears what they say.
<Fried_Wookiee> Sandren notices them coming and holds them back with a gesture. The lady grumphs.
<Fried_Wookiee> Achur sets down his load.
<Mike_Holmes> Lukirawa gets an idea. He starts forward as if to examine what Achur has...his real intent, however, to get close to the lady.
<Fried_Wookiee> Lukirawa lunges for the lady, grabbing her arm, pulling her close in front of him, and drawing a short knife to hold it to her neck. Achur and Sandren freeze, caught totally off guard. Then the lady begins to speak, just a few syllables, and suddenly her leathers jump with energy. Lukirawa feels like he has been struck by a lightning bolt... which he has, sort of.
<Fried_Wookiee> He falls to the ground, muscles spasming. The last thing he sees before falling unconscious is the self-satisfied smirk of the lady.

<Fried_Wookiee> Travelling with Ben has been no picnic whatsoever. He knows nothing about travelling safely in the forest, and makes far more noise than he ought to. He also whimpers at night when he can't sleep, and snores when he can.
<Fried_Wookiee> That being said, Scrofa has decided that keeping him in the cage was probably the better choice. At least this way he can't make trouble.
<Fried_Wookiee> After a few days, you reach the Great Road, the road built when the Crystal Pylons were strung through the forest ages ago.
<Fried_Wookiee> The Laser Bridge is not far, perhaps another day of travel.
<Fried_Wookiee> Camped out by the pylon, you find a young woman sitting on the ground and writing in a heavy book with many pages.
<Fried_Wookiee> She's pretty, with long, tangly hair and a dress made of deerskin.
<Fried_Wookiee> She doesn't look like a native.
<Joel_Shempert> Scrofa sets down Ben's cage, and motioning to Aithne to stay back, he approaches the woman respectfully, his companion yerti watching his back warily
<Joel_Shempert> "Many pardons for this intrusion. . .are you a guide for the borderlands, or have you other business in the wood of Lorenai?"
<Fried_Wookiee> "As a matter of fact, I am," she says. "I am Limga, I am a Wanderer. Do you travel, sir?"
<Joel_Shempert> "Yes, I am on an errand of importance. I will appreciate your services."
<Fried_Wookiee> "In which direction do you go? I am on my way to the city of Polimet."
<Joel_Shempert> "that is fortunate, for this is our destination as well."
<Fried_Wookiee> "Excellent! It is always better to travel in company. May I ask you a question?"
<Joel_Shempert> "yes?"
<Fried_Wookiee> "Why are you carrying a man in a ball?"
<Joel_Shempert> Scrofa's eyes are downcast. "the man is very sick. It is my duty to return him to his home city to find help. He is contained so that his affliction will not spread."
<Fried_Wookiee> "Oh, my... I'm not sure I can help you with that. We're not supposed to bring sick people across the borderlands. What does he have?"
<Joel_Shempert> "it is. . .unknown. We believe he brought it with him from Polimet, and so seek a cure there. Please. . .I must protect these lands with my life, and if I cannot remove this plague and stop its spread. . .I have failed."
<Fried_Wookiee> "Mmmm.... alright. If it came from Polimet then there can't be any harm in bringing him back there."
<Joel_Shempert> A respectful bow. 'You have my gratitute."
<Fried_Wookiee> She packs up her book and slips it into a sack on the handcart. "Do you mind sleeping here tonight? I like to camp by the pylons, when I can."
<Joel_Shempert> "that would be fine, lady. . .? I'm sorry, forguve my rudness. I am Scrofa of Barrak, and your name?"
<Fried_Wookiee> "I am Limga. Pleased to meet you." She inclines her head politely.
<Joel_Shempert> Scrofa nods. "My companion is Yerti, and we escort the princess Aithne of Pirkas. The poor victim's name is Ben."
<Joel_Shempert> Yerti glares a bit at Scrofa, obviously annoyed that he is so free with information.
<Fried_Wookiee> She nods, solemnly. "I wish we could have met under happier circumstances."
<Joel_Shempert> "I as well."
<Fried_Wookiee> She takes another sack from the handcart. "I have food, but not a lot. I wasn't expecting to feed anyone else."
<Joel_Shempert> Scrofa begins to speak, but Yerti beats him to it. "We have our own privisions," she says, politely, but curtly.
<Fried_Wookiee> She nods politely, again. From the sack, she produces some bread, sausage, cheese. She also has a waterskin in the cart. She perches on the edge of the cart to eat it.
<Joel_Shempert> Yerti and Scrofa set out to lay their own campsite, Yerti subtly positioning it away from Limga and her cart. A small tent is erected for Aithne, Scrofa and Yerti laying out bedrolls to flank it devensively. Ben is positioned to the tent's side.
<Fried_Wookiee> The night passes uneventfully. In the morning, you find Limga neatly disassembling her meager campsite and packing it on the handcart.
<Joel_Shempert> Scrofa insists on personally inspecting Aithne's affliction, which is hidden by linen wrappings abouther limbs. he checks arms, legs, and throat, soothing with damp cloth and salve, while Yerti stands watching the tent, her face unreadable.
<Fried_Wookiee> Aithne seems to have recovered somewhat, but the markings have spread, once again. Just as before, there is now one more of the strange glyphs than the day before.
<Joel_Shempert> Scrofa tries to hide his concern, as badly as he hides his affection.
* Quits: Mike_Holmes (Disintegrated: Mike_Holmes)
<Fried_Wookiee> Limga stays to herself, off to one side, though concern colors her face.
<Fried_Wookiee> Aithne bears the pain stoically. She says it doesn't hurt much, but she has never been good at lying.
<Joel_Shempert> Scrofa looks at her sadly. "Princess. . .you had a life of happiness among the treetops. Forgive me."
<Fried_Wookiee> Aithne just smiles. "For what? I did this to myself."
<Joel_Shempert> "And for what? For who? I am unworthy of such a sacrifice."
<Fried_Wookiee> "I know you're not... and before this is over, you will too." She smiles. "I trust you."
<Fried_Wookiee> Yerti shakes her head and starts rolling up the tent.
<Joel_Shempert> Scrofa looks to her gratefully, though still sad. "I pray you do not trust in vain." And with a deferential nod, he turns to greet Limga.

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