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Holmes: Inside the purification chamber, Isadora notes that she's being followed closely by Aysha.
Isadora turns to face Aysha-Bird. "You said you had information."
Aysha-Bird: "I was here, the first time. I know what goes on; what must be done."
Isadora: "Tell me."
Aysha-Bird pulls out a Lyre, decorated in the style of the ancients, covered in dust. "I trust you can play?"
Isadora: "I skipped those lessons," says Isadora with a shrug.
Aysha-Bird: "It is pretty simple. The tune was so that even the tone-deaf Terian could replicate it. Here, listen."
Aysha-Bird plucks out a simple melody on the lyre.
Isadora listens, head tilted to one side, then nods. "What went wrong the first time?"
Aysha-Bird: "Terian was sloppy. He missed a word, he missed a note. He failed to purify himself properly."
Aysha-Bird finishes the melody and begins speaking the Words in the old tongue.
Isadora listens carefully so that she can duplicate the patterns.
Isadora: Isadora takes the lute and follows Bird's lead when he's done. Her attention to detail is quite good when she concentrates, and she manages to follow through the places that were meant to trip her--but she has to devote all her attention to it, and so misses the undertones of the coaching.
Aysha-Bird smiles to herself. Isadora certainly wouldn't be able to follow all that, and she left out one important syllable that will bring it all down. She's so self-assured that she misses Isadora 'tripping up' at exactly the right moment to put the syllable back where it should be.

Holmes: As Isadora passes inside of the temple to the purification chamber, where the pool awaits her, Okhfels becomes aware that Gaurombadaurr sounds odd as Alshor continues to beat the big drum. Looking at Alshor, together they consider what the beating means. And it becomes clear to the both of them that the drum seems irritated by something. Searching the rhythm further, it becomes apparent that what's annoying Gaurombadaurr is, in fact, Aaron.
Okhfels: "Just stop beating it, Alshor. I don't think we'll be needing it again for a while."
Okhfels: Okhfels maintains his vigil outside the purification chamber, with his back to the opening.
Holmes: Alshor replies, "I tried to stop quite a while ago."
Holmes: He seems somwhat distressed.
Okhfels: "Well, that's no good."
Egani shows some interest.
Okhfels: Okhfels looks around for Fahd.
Holmes: Fahd, Okhfels finds, is staring intently at the drum already, a look of concern on his face.
Okhfels: "Well?" asks Okhfels.
Egani looks to Fahd as well.
Holmes: Fahd turns, "It's not happy. I think that it will not cooperate until Aaron has been removed. It senses something about Aaron it does not like,"
Egani: "Can it be spoken with?" Egani looks skeptical.
Okhfels: "I'm with the drum. The thing doesn't have a part to play in this affair anyways."
Egani: Turning to Aaron, "Do you know why the drum is objecting to you just now?"
Holmes: "I think it has to do with the source of my essence generators," Aaron points at the birds in his chest.
Egani: "Perhaps it's their affiliation with the White Wood..."
Okhfels: "That would do it."
Holmes: Aaron, characteristically logical, nods his agreement with the assessment.
Okhfels: "You should probably go, Aaron. The drum is right. There's no room for anything that might have connections to the white wood here."
Egani peers into the space between realities where he can watch the eb and flow of essence trying to figure out if something has changed.
Okhfels: Okhfels talks to Aaron while Egani peers into the Ether. "Aaron... are you going to go?"
Holmes: Aaron waits for Egani. As he does so, Egani can see that there's a coming rift. The drum is probably reacting to what appears to be similar essence sources coming from out of the rift. The rift, unsurprisingly is an invisible tear that's making the too-near White Woods adjacent to this world. An expansion of the hole that Nabin emerged from before.
Holmes: And it's getting larger at an alarming rate.
Egani: "Folks, we have a problem. Okhfels, can you see to it that Isadora does whatever she can to hurry up?" Gesturing in the 'direction' of the rift, "Fahd, can you see a disturbance there?"
Okhfels: Okhfels pauses. He's not sure it would be a good idea to hurry Isadora.
Holmes: Aaron asks Egani, "Okhfels says I should go. Shall I?"
Egani: Egani is distracted but answers absently. "No, no point, the drum is confused by the attack that the White Wood has launched."
Okhfels: "Attack? What kind of attack?"
Okhfels: Okhfels draws his sword.
Egani: "But do send an image of the White Wood attacking to the Brothers. We need to get the word out."
Holmes: Aaron nods. As he does so, the drumming grows louder and faster and somehow more angry.
Egani: "It's a rift between the worlds speeding toward us. In essence it is giving access to whatever is in the Woods to us, in here."
Okhfels: "That's not good. Can you stop it?"
Egani steps out to the wagon and picks up the head of the ancient queen. "What can you tell us?"
Holmes: "They come," she babbles, "all of them."
Holmes: "Beware!" says the empress's head. "She will sing!"
Okhfels: While Egani consults, Okhfels gathers the combatants that have come with him into the spirit world before the entrance to the purification chamber.
Egani: "Can we slam the door?"
Egani: "Can we close the rift off before they arrive?"
Egani carries the head over to Aaron where he attempts to talk to the birds in Aaron's torso.
Holmes: The Empress responds, "We could try to close it....or..."
Holmes: She seems entranced by the birds.
Holmes: "These would offer a pact, wizard!" she relates. "They will help us, if we give them sanctuary in the temple, protection from the White Wood. Not just these here, but all the birds of the White Wood."
Egani: "Truly? What would that mean?"
Okhfels: "It would be a trick!"
Holmes: "We could dispose of the Lady in Black, eject her soul from in me, and destroy it," she raves.
Holmes: "The birds can do it," she says in glee.
Egani nods. "How could we know this is no trick? Why would the birds seek sanctuary?"
Holmes: "They were once true birds, corrupted when the forest became corrupt long before even I reigned over the world," she relates."They would be free of the sorcerer."
Egani: Turning to Okhfels. "They're coming. The Lady in Black, who stores her soul in this head is coming with them. We could fight and likely die. Maybe this is our chance, though. Since we can't stop them from coming, we could pact to provide sanctuary only after they destroy the Black Lady's soul. What do you think?"
Isadora: "Thank you," Isadora says to Aysha-Bird as she steps back out of the chamber, flexing her cramped hand.
Holmes: An eerie keening emanates from the White Wood.
Egani: "Isadora, we have a situation."
Okhfels: Okhfels tries to judge whether he can trust Egani.
Aysha-Bird arrives.
Isadora: "I am positively stricken with surprise. What is it?" says Isadora, her customary sarcasm contrasting weirdly with the faraway look in her eyes.
Aysha-Bird: "Another situation?"
Holmes: Apparently Elle doesn't like the word situation? Or is it the wailing from the White Wood that has caused her eyes to glaze over, and for her to thrust her spear at Isadora's back?
Okhfels: Okhfels, concentrating on Egani, doesn't notice.
Egani: "Isadora!"
Okhfels: "I don't know, Egani... this doesn't sound... huh?"
Holmes: "This is our chance, wizard!" she says. "Her voice is a conduit to pull her soul from within me!"
Holmes: The head cackles with laughter.
Egani: Egani stares at the surreal vission of Isadora being stabbed as he responds to the head. "What will happen to the soul when she sings?"
Holmes: "See it there now, fool?" somehow with it's eyes, the head indicates a direction, and, indeed, Egani can see the essence of the Black Lady's voice manipulating Elle like a marionette. A very impressive display of power and control.
Egani: With no time for a comitte meeting, Egani calls out welcoming the birds to Green Lake. "Birds, we shall grant you sanctuary. You shall be protected among us and shall serve our cause and we yours. Now help us to free you from your mistress and together we will destroy her utterly."
Holmes: From the distant rift, the birds rise from the White Wood. Now Egani can see why they chose this moment. The rift open, they can escape. As they rise, they rise not as tiny green birds, but like eagles of gold light that soar towards the temple by the hundreds.
Holmes: The rest of the questers struggle with Elle, who missed Isadora on the first attempt. As the birds come down, the control of Elle wanes somewhat providing an opportunity. But Elle fights like a tiger, still.
Holmes: Between interference in her mind from Bird, and Okhfels cutting off large avenues of escape, and even Lana baring her retreat, eventually Okhfels catches Elle, who kicks and screams ineffectually.
Okhfels: Okhfels wraps his arms around Elle, holding her arms to her chest, and her legs out to the side where they can't get him.
Aysha-Bird a quick, brilliant smile of thanks before looking warily back to Elle.
Holmes: As he raises his head to get it out of the way Okhfels sees past Isadora that there are a large number of spirits from the city coming down the causeway.
Egani: As the Lady in Black's threat is distracted by the others, Egani realizes now is the time to attack her very soul. He does so on every level. As he drive his sword tip through the queen's skull and into their shared insides, he draws at the essence in the powerful container and thrusts with all his might at the ensorcelled soul. In the back of his mind he hopes that perhaps his friends will provide some assistance, but they seem to be bus
Holmes: From the White Wood comes the sound of a scream of terrifying magnitude.
Egani is shaken to the core by the scream of his victim.
Holmes: When Egani can look up again, his head ringing with pain, he sees that he has her soul, the Soul of the Lady of the Black Armor of the White Wood. Apparently instinct took over, and he used an accidental ritual he learned recently. The soul is in the blade of the planes.
Isadora bares her teeth in a smile at the distant woods, taking the scream as a sign of wounding.
Holmes: As she does so, she notes out of the corner of her eye, the approaching spirits.
Holmes: She can see with her Spirit Face, that these are not the Rhiani supporters or anyone else from home. These are the spirits of the people of the city. One stands forward to speak to Isadora.
Egani looks from his newly infected blade to the ruined head. Oddly, bile rises in his throat and he vommits to the side.
Okhfels: Okhfels narrows his eyes and steels himself, weathering the psychic storm
Holmes: "You would make of our memory something of use to you. But do you deserve our memory that it should be your tool?" says the man, robed in blue with many layers.
Isadora turns away from the wood to the approaching spirit, stepping forward herself and addressing him. "Your memory has changed me, and I would honor it. What standard will you hold me to?"
Holmes: "Are you Isadora of Kaitaine? The same who puts people on bells?" the spirit asks.
Isadora: Isadora's spine stiffens almost imperceptibly. "The same."
Holmes: "If you treat the dead this way, are you honorable enough to be here now? Why should we not simply close this world to you?" it demands.
Holmes: Marvars, standing not far off says, "Yes, yes, that's why she had to leave Kaitaine, she dishonored her house!"
Holmes: "Took a vendetta too far!"
Isadora: "I am not the person I was in Kaitaine. I... think I would stop before the end, if I had it to do over again." Isadora looks surprised as she says it. She adds, "But excuses without repayment are hollow, and I will submit to your judgment if that is what you require."
Holmes: Elle looks at Okhfels, and he realizes that she's struggling differently now. Still angry, but not with lethal intent.
Okhfels: Okhfels puts Elle down. "Are you alright?" He still has his hand on her shoulder... just in case.
Holmes: "Also, you slay men without trial near here," he says. And a different memory unfolds showing Isadora running a non-resisting Salast through out in the swamp.
Okhfels: Okhfels knows that Isadora can handle questions of honor without him. She's the one teaching him about it, isn't she?
Holmes: "And the third dishonor, slaying your closest ally," it says, and the scene unfolds like the other, but this time showing Isadora killing Sebastian, running him through from behind. A gasp comes from the Rhiani warriors still there.
Holmes: "How do you answer these charges? Have you honor?" it demands once more.
Egani walks around the memory-visions, checking them out.
Egani: Egani, trying to escape his discomfort through curiosity is more muttering to himself than anything. "Salast doesn't count! He was wicked."
Aysha-Bird finds her esteem of Isadora rising with each memory played back; most especially the last one, with Sebastian.
Isadora smiles crookedly. "I regret two things: the sacrilege upon Orhan's temple, and that the swiftness of my anger led me to put my sword through Sebastian's back instead of looking him in the eye. Their deaths were no dishonor, unless you strip the word of all meaning." Her eyes blaze as she finishes--she sounds scornful, not defensive.
Holmes: The spirit seems to sense something deep inside of Isadora. She may have made mistakes in the past, but her heart is honorable. And that is what these spirits care about.
Holmes: Seeming satisfied, as the spirits retreat, Fahd nods, apparently completely comfortable with these sorts of spirits, and looks ahead.
Holmes: "Isadora, I think the Ikaiti should stay here, and not ascend the temple. They are not of our stock, and that may matter," he says matter of factly.
Holmes: Everyone can sense the deflation of the Ikaiti troops who just witnessed their leader pass a test.
Holmes: No doubt they will be less honored if they cannot come along.
Isadora: "They must come, *because* it matters," Isadora counters. "They are of my stock, and part of the thing we are building."
Okhfels: Okhfels nods.
Holmes: Fahd looks at her doubtfully but senses her determination and does not challenge Isadora. "As you say."
Holmes: Just then he seems to be struck by a wave of memory from the past. After a moment he turns and tells them. "There was a consort."
Okhfels: "A consort?"
Holmes: Fahd nods. "One who held the other gem for purification."
Holmes: "Somebody will have to play that role," he says. "I sh..."
Holmes: He ceases.
Isadora: "Who was Terian's?" Isadora asks, hoping for an easy answer.
Holmes: "A woman, very beautiful," Fahd says.
Okhfels grumps, disappointed.
Holmes: Fahd looks at Okhfels expectantly and defferentially, wanting to say something.
Okhfels: Okhfels gives Fahd the "What?" look.
Aysha-Bird: "I am ready."
Holmes: Fahd looks at Aysha-Bird, not exactly startled, but not expecting that. He thinks for a moment. "There are many who could do this part. Who would you want, Isadora?"
Holmes: Aside to Okhfels, "Neorut's part in this quest is done here..."
Aysha-Bird: "There is no one else purified."
Okhfels: Okhfels whispers, "Is the purification important?" He looks very unsure of all this.
Isadora is temporarily at a loss for words, torn between Bird's argument and her trust in Okhfels.
Aysha-Bird: "This is my chance to put things right."
Okhfels: Okhfels steps forward. "If Isadora is Terian, then I can be Terian's consort."
Holmes: Fahd, looks at Isadora for a choice.
Isadora passes a hand over her face, sighing, then looks to Okhfels. "I want you with me, but the Sorcerer will come for us, and there's no one I trust more than you to hold the line. Will you stay and do it?"
Okhfels: Okhfels sets his jaw and nods.
Okhfels: Clearly, he's not pleased with this situation, but he accepts it. "We will defend you, as always."
Isadora locks eyes with Okhfels, and a terrible look flashes across her face--like she thinks she's made the wrong choice, but can't back out now. She nods to him, and then turns to Fahd. "You should come with me."
Holmes: Fahd nods and comes forth.
Holmes: Moments later, they have accomplished the purification ritual, and are readying for the next station.
Holmes: As the pair emerge, Belnif, having taken up a position on the periphery of the island early in the quest, comes now running up to Isadora. "I have a message for you, but I would not deliver it. I am honor bound to tell you I have it, however."
Isadora frowns as she tries to parse the announcement, then she says, "If it's important enough to interrupt, I'd hope it's important enough to deliver."
Holmes: "It certainly has weight, but if I tell you, it will threaten this quest," he says.
Holmes: "That said, I trust you," he continues.
Egani butts in, "What if you told me?"
Holmes: "I don't know that it would do much good...I will say that the message is from the goblin king, the earth demon of the deeps," he says.
Holmes: "Which is why you should refuse it, Isadora," he turns back to her.
Egani: "Sounds like it can wait." Egani wanders off.
Holmes: "That is not true," he requires an answer now. "Simply say no, Isadora."
Okhfels: "The quest is everything, Isadora. When that's done, we can deal with anything else."
Holmes: "Yes, listen to Okhfels," says Belnif. "This is wisdom. Heed not the words of demons, no matter how true they be."
Isadora: "If the message is short, give it to me," Isadora says impatiently.
Okhfels: "Women!"
Holmes: "Very well. The demon king makes you an offer. If you deliver unto him the gems....for he has wanted these all along, for the spirits of the gems are somehow kin to him...if you give these to him, he will bring the spirit of Sebastian back to life," he finishes.
Okhfels: "Oh, pfft. If that was important she wouldn't have killed him in the first place."
Holmes: "Though I'm sure we could require Sebastian's return first, this is obviously something that we have to deny, m'lady," says Belnif not quite completely sure.
Isadora stands still for a moment, then shakes her head. "The answer is no," she says in a distant voice.
Holmes: Belnif nods, satisfied. "The demon lord will be furious. But I don't think he'll come. I"ll stand guard against his approach, however."
Holmes: He runs off to take his post again.

Holmes: Leomar realizes that he is lost amongst the buildings of the city when he looks about and realizes that they are now mountains.
Leomar: "Well... Hmm. I prefer the mountains to the city anyway."
Leomar: Leomar looks around to see if the soldiers are still with him.
Holmes: One of the soldiers is lost, it appears. Another sticks very close to Leomar. "Where are we?" he asks.
Holmes: The place looks somehow familiar, but Leomar can't put a finger on it. As he turns, he just manages to see the spirit bear as it attacks.
Leomar: "I'm not enti - oh dear."
Holmes: The bear has eight arms and four mouths, and comes down on Leomar like a ton of bricks.
Holmes: In a surge of power, Leomar stabs the bear-thing, and it runs off. Not really injured, but simply no longer interested in this game. As he stands there, he notes the soldier looking at him in horror. Following the soldier's gaze, he realizes that his side is torn open badly. Suddenly the pain hits him, and he doubles over.
Holmes: The soldier comes over to check him out. His face ashen he says to nobody in particular, "We're dead, we're dead...Eissa, goddess of the next world, I commend myself into your hands..."
Leomar: "Would've been...fine with a...magic sword..."
Leomar: Leomar continues weakly "We aren't dead...yet...soldier!"
Holmes: The soldier helps him sit up, and suddenly the landscape changes somewhat, and Leomar sees his village...or a spiritual representation of it, not far away. That's why the mountains are familiar. Somehow he managed to run through the spirit world all the way home in his mad dash to find the assailant.
Leomar: "See! This...is my...village! You're...fine!" Leomar looks less confident, though.
Leomar: "I...however...might have been better with Eissa."
Holmes: Working on his wounds, Leomar realizes that they're simply too bad to fix. Deciding to abandon it before he bleeds too much more further, he gets up. From this vantage, he can see something going on in the village.
Holmes: Two things, actually. One is the village shaman with an opening to the spirit world.
Holmes: The second, is that the earth demons are closing in on the village from every side. The shaman told him about this. The leader of the goblins is a demon of the earth himself. It looks as if he's decided to take the village at long last.
Holmes: Take the people's spirits.
Leomar: The shock helps Leomar gather himself. "What have my people done? I had it under control!"
Holmes: Leomar realizes that coming here was not his work alone, He hears the chant of the shaman, and he knows that he was called here from afar. The shaman gestures for him to come fast.
Leomar: Leomar breaks into a stumbling run, as fast as he can.
Holmes: It takes a while, but finally he arrives. The shaman, he notes, does not seem to have a plan. Instead he looks to Leomar having no idea what to do. "We are lost, lordship. What should we do?"
Leomar: "They must have been provoked. Was it Orinalias? No, wait, this is not the time for recrimination."
Leomar: "We never had a chance against them! Never! This was what I was preventing!"
Leomar: "And now, escape is clearly our only option."
Holmes: As if she heard her name, Orinalias comes out from hiding, towards the shaman. She notes Leomar through the opening and stops for a moment, shocked.
Leomar: Leomar pauses, mirroring her stunned expression.
Holmes: Her eyes narrow, "You! What are you doing here?"
Holmes: Then her expression changes, "Are you here to lead the warriors?"
Leomar: "It appears I'm here to fix this disaster you've engineered."
Leomar: "I'm leading the warriors to survival."
Leomar: Leomar quickly considers the possibilities for retreat. Into the hills? Through the spirit world?
Holmes: The demons are emerging in the mundane world, and for the moment the spirit world seems far more safe. But the pain in his side says that this may not be entirely true.
Leomar: Leomar makes up his mind. "We're evacuating through the spirit world."
Holmes: "What?" Orinalias responds. "You run off, and now you think you can merely return, and just start ordering people around? With crazy notions of fleeing...to nowhere? Where would we go?"
Holmes: "If we stay here, perhaps we can fight through to Zahn hold, and the dwarves give us shelter?" she's obviously grasping as straws.
Holmes: The warriors, sensing her leadership and the ritual begin assembling the village defense nearby.
Leomar: "'Perhaps?' 'Perhaps?' Perhaps half of us would die here, and the other half when the dwarves refuse to let us in!"
Holmes: Looking back at Leomar she notes his injuries, "Like you're in any shape to lead, too."
Holmes: Leomar does note a tiny bit of compassion come into her voice just there.
Leomar: Being reminded of his injuries brings them back into the forefront of his mind. He winces.
Leomar: "I'm... I'm fine. But...Orinalias...I need your help here. Please don't fight me on this."
Leomar: "Everyone respects you, and they perhaps don't... Give an order for retreat."
Holmes: She looks at Leomar like he's some pathetic pup for a moment, and then turns her back to him. She shouts to the men, "Protect the women and children! Be ready to give your lives, and we shall prevail!"
Leomar: That look cuts Leomar far worse than the wound.
Leomar: He stands, stunned for a moment. Then, suddenly appreciating the coming slaughter, he steps through the portal.
Holmes: Orinalias looks over at him, questioning.
Leomar: "If I order them to ignore you, our people will be split between two leaders and will surely die then."
Holmes: "So you'd kill them rather than see me lead them?" she looks into his eyes looking for somebody familiar to her.
Leomar: "I - that's not what I'm saying at all!"
Leomar: "Orinalias, their best chance is in the spirit world!"
Leomar: "But if you're too... If you can't see that, then... I have no choice but to join you in this."
Leomar: He pauses a moment, and then adds "If you leave."
Leomar: "Take the women and children into the spirit world. There's a place called Green Lake... The soldier on the other side is from there. Maybe he can lead you back."
Holmes: Looking at Leomar, she sees his determination, despite his grave injury, to stand with the people of his village. She is moved. As demons close on them in the distance, she says, "No."
Holmes: "No, the village needs it's warriors," she continues.
Holmes: "We will all go," she relents.
Leomar: Leomar's eyes widen in disbelief. "Orinalias..."
Leomar: "Orinalias, truly you should have been the Lord Protector."
Holmes: She looks deep into his eyes, and embraces him as she begins to cry. Still mindful of the danger, however, she calls for the retreat over her shoulder. The shaman starts shepherding the people into the way between worlds.
Leomar: He returns her embrace, briefly but fiercely, then pulls away and lends his voice to the call to flee.
Leomar: As he does, storm clouds gather unnaturally fast, and lighting begins to fall on the approaching horde. Leomar hopes it will slow them a little.

Holmes: Teodric is called into his uncle's chamber, having been pulled away from a fascinating magical siruto match. He notes, as he enters, that there's a somewhat transparent individual floating in the room, otherwise dressed as some high level clerk or something.
Teodric: "Yes uncle, can I help you?"
Holmes: His uncle, fat, but muscled under that, stands pointing at the apparition and says, "You don't think it strange, Teo, that there's a ghost in my quarters?"
Teodric: "I thought if he were worth my attention you would tell me, uncle. I must confess I am curious."
Sebastian: Sebastian offers a ghostly smile and sketches a bow. "I do apologize for the intrusion, sir. I doubt you remember me, but I do happen to work for you."
Teodric: Teodric cracks a small smile, "Well then you doubt correctly, I have little cause to remember those that work for me." The smile dissapears "Perhaps you can explain the intrusion? I was enjoying a rather good siruto match, that is probably over now."
Holmes: "Really? And what's your message?" he asks.
Sebastian: Sebastian looks slightly embarrassed. "Well, before my, well 'death' is probably appropriate, I had a letter written, but I fear it was not sent. I am here in regard to your investement in Lord Melvars' Green Lake enterprise.
Holmes: "Answer my nephew," he bellows.
Sebastian: "Ah, well, the short version is that the entire enterprise was pretty much a scam. I can go into details if you wish..."
Teodric: "I do wish."
Sebastian: "The flowers that Marvars was supposedly harvesting? Turns out they didn't have nearly as high of an ROI as he advised you. In fact, they were barely paying for operations. He actually set up the colony for political reasons. I don't think you'll be seeing a return, actually."
Teodric: "I gather you were ineffective at protecting our interests. Seeing as how you appear to be less than healthy."
Sebastian: Sebastian looks a bit distant, "Ah, yes... That. I must admit it came as something of a surprise. The local colony administrator, Lady Isadora, seemed like a rather steady woman. For an Ikati. Then she stabbed me in the back... quite literally."
Sebastian: Sebastian fingers the rent in his coat.
Teodric: Teodric turns to his uncle "Clearly we must shut down this operation. We do not run a charity organization for political activists."
Sebastian: Sebastian nods. "Oh, I'm not sure if the news has reached you yet, but you're down at least one skyship from this operation too.
Teodric: Teodric turns bright red with anger, "WHAT? This is an outrage. Uncle, this can not be tolerated!"
Sebastian: Sebastian quirks an eyebrow, "Due to the nature of the magics that sent me here, I am able to take oner person back if you wish to send a representative. I don't think skyships are going to be able to make it in for the time being."
Holmes: Teodric's uncle looks at Teodric. "You said that the match is over, right? Then I can't imagine why it shouldn't be you who should go,"
Holmes: His uncle has been looking for a way to either test Teodric, or to get rid of him for quite a while now.
Holmes: His delight at the situation shows on his face.
Teodric: Teodric is taken back "But but uncle.... I couldn't possibly... the masquerade ball is next week. I would miss my poetry circle..." Teodric continues to stammer his protests.
Holmes: His uncle's look says that Teodric's protests will not sway him.
Teodric: Teodric hangs his head, convinced he can not sway his uncle "Very well uncle, I will go."
Sebastian: "Do you need anything before you go?"
Teodric: "Perhaps if my uncle will afford me the opportunity, I would need some time to gather a few personal possessions. Do I need provisions of any kind? A tent? How backwards is this place?"
Sebastian: Sebastian smiles ironically, "A tent is a wise idea. There is only one house, but it is currently occupied. Also, I believe they were renevating some of the ruined buildings, but I do not know how that has been proceeding. On account of my indisposed condition.
Teodric: "hmm ok a tent. I suppose I should bring my sword. I would hate to end up in your condition. Wait here, I will return."
Sebastian: Sebastian smiles again and leans against the wall.
Teodric: "Uncle I will take my leave then, and return shortly." Teodric turns and quickly leaves the room.
Holmes: Teodric's uncle watches him carefully to ensure he doesn't bolt.
Teodric: Teodric mentally steels himself for the ordeal he is sure he is about to face "I will show him ... and my father"

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