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Alquas: "So just what is so important, dear Kani?" says Alquas, waving his arms expansively. "I was making friends."
Alquas: He regards her unsteadily.
Holmes: "Come here," she says to him, and goes to embrace Alquas. There's an odd look in her eyes.
Alquas reciprocates the embrace.
Alquas: "Meyjji Kani, honey-sweet, is something wrong?" he says, breathily. He smells of brandy.
Holmes: As the world begins to fade, Alquas notes a man standing in the armor of a Prelate just behind a screen, peeking out. He has a large grin on his face.

Holmes: Chimrea, now obviously on the other side feels something strange. At first it seems like it's the environment... some sound is missing. Then she realizes what it really is. Her heart is no longer beating.
Chimrea holds a hand against her throat for a moment, fingers looking for the pulse that her head already knows won't be there. "Until dawn," she whispers--that's how long she has to finish the task and find her way back to her body.
Chimrea looks around searchingly for the spirit she has to guide.
Holmes: There is a spirit of a woman, a Vajaari woman by the look of her, nearby. She seems not to know where she is.
Holmes: Surely this isn't the one...
Chimrea looks past the woman, keeps looking, but finally frowns and steps toward her. "Are you lost?" she asks, trying to put some of Fahd's authority in her voice.
Holmes: "Uh, where are we?" she says. "I can hardly see you, and not much else."
Chimrea: "I'm dead," Chimrea says, finding it surprisingly easy to say. "Are you?"
Holmes: Khwe-kor realizes that he's been chasing the moon spirit for far too long now. Looking about him, he realizes that he's never been to this part of the spirit world. This is what they always say, 'Don't go off the path." And here he's done it. He's lost. Up ahead, however, he sees a pair of people.
Holmes: The woman gets a horrified look on her face, "If I am, then surely this is one of Z'taar's hells for those who disobey!"
Khwe-kor covers his mouth with his half-mask so the strange gods will not steal his spirit, and goes to see what they are.
Chimrea: "This is the Endless Plain of the Swift Stallion," Chimrea is saying to the woman as Khwe-kor approaches. "No hell."
Holmes: "It's all dark to me!" she cries.
Chimrea reaches for her hand on impulse.
Holmes: The woman takes her hand in response. "Thank you."
Chimrea: Catching sight of Khwe-kor from the corner of her eye, Chimrea half-turns toward him. She's a very young-looking woman, dusky in complexion, wearing a dress from Kaitaine but with trinkets of bone and leather danging around her wrists and necklaces. "You aren't dead too, are you?" she asks him, a little desperately.
Khwe-kor looks at Chimrea's eyes and decides she's not a spirit after all. Khwe-kor is from the people of the river, golden-skinned and greenish-black of hair. He's wearing ritual spirit hunting garb, which is to say a sarong of blue-and-gold brocaded fabric and a delicate rattan breastplate and vambraces, shaped like armour but made in a very open lattice. Hanging from the breastplate are many small stone amulets.
Khwe-kor: "I don't think I am dead."
Khwe-kor: "Are you dead?"
Chimrea nods to Khwe-kor's question. "I'm supposed to guide a Rhiani spirit to the Hidden Bonefields. But... I don't think either of you belong there." Her tone holds a note of hope for contradiction awash in a sea of resignation.
Khwe-kor: "I was on a hunt for the moon, over in the river country. Where is this place?"
Holmes: Another spirit seems to be fading into being, holding the woman that Chimrea first met.
Holmes: Chimrea recalls the answer to the question about the locale, as the newcomer fades into existence. They stand now at the end of the great wadi, through which the Erstwhile River Spirit runs. Following it should lead to the Blue Rock.
Chimrea: "We stand in the track of the Erstwhile River Spirit, before the path to the Blue Rock," Chimrea says, pointing with her free hand as she finds that her gut knows the way. "In the flesh world, I came from the city of Green Lake, where the dream orchids grow."
Chimrea: She looks at the newcomer curiously, wondering how busy this night will become.
Holmes: Alquas looks about, and notes that he's in some very strange, dark, land.
Khwe-kor: "If you know a way back to...home...I'd like to accompany you there. I don't think the gate I used is still open."
Alquas: "What.. I?"
Chimrea: "Oh hell," Chimrea says very, very quietly as she recognizes Alquas.
Holmes: Kani says, "Alquas, noo!"
Alquas: "Did I pass out?"
Holmes: "No, the Praelector... he shoved me out of my body somehow. Did he use it somehow to get you?" she says.
Alquas blinks, very slowly.
Alquas: "Your... your body?"
Alquas: He looks about.
Chimrea: To Khwe-kor, Chimrea explains, "I don't think I can find my way back until I've guided a spirit to its rest. If you would accompany me on the task, I would be deeply grateful. But... oh, dear. I don't know where these two are supposed to rest."
Alquas: "Chim-reah!?"
Chimrea says to Alquas, "This is a horrible question to ask a friend, but are you dead?"
Alquas: "Not unless your brandy is more powerful than adverised."
Alquas blinks again.
Alquas: "Wait... the Praelector?" He turns back to Kani. "He was at the inn? And he... forced you out of your...?"
Holmes: To both Chimrea and Khwe-kor, there is a subtle difference between Alquas and Kani. In fact they note the same difference between themselves. That is, the men seem to be possessed of more than spirits. The women are spirits only.
Alquas takes a moment to collect himself. Fortunately, he doesn't seem to be drunk any more.
Alquas: "Chimrea, I fear there is... magic afoot. Our... we are not dead, but we have been... displaced?" He looks back to Kani.
Khwe-kor nods. "I'd be honoured." He turns to the young lady. "Will you come with us?"
Alquas: "Hold! We will go nowhere as yet. If indeed we have beenn... dislocated from our bodies, we would find our way back to them. But first I must attain some bearing.."
Chimrea: Bolstered by Khwe-kor's agreement, Chimrea comes to a decision and squares her shoulders. "We should go to the Hidden Bonefields. Old Man Spider will know who among us is dead. If we try to return with someone who belongs on this side, horrible things could happen."
Alquas regards Chimrea. "You always seemed wise beyond your years to me, Chim-reah. You have experience in this... domain?"
Chimrea debates trying to pretend to more expertise than she has, then decides on the straight truth. "I'm an apprentice to a shaman of Rozgar. I'm here to awaken my fetch. So I have experience, but I'll need the help of all of you."
Khwe-kor nods. He hasn't bothered to notice Alquas yet. "You know the way? I will steer the ship if you can direct it."
Chimrea: "We take the river towards the Blue Rock. When the banks grow barren, we leave the river and look for the canyon where the crows nest. Going through it, we'll find the fields."
Khwe-kor has quit (Ping timeout)
Alquas regards them both sceptically. "This is the plan? We follow vague directions and speak to an arachnid? Is there not a more... rational approach?" He reaches for his bottles, of instinct.
Chimrea: "If you're going to talk that way around Old Man Spider, you'd be safer staying here--even though I'm not sure I can find you on the way back," she warns. "We're not in the flesh world anymore, Alquas. If you're really going to take me seriously, now would be a good time to start."
Alquas: "There is ground here, and air. This may not be the world as we know it, but it partakes of the same essential essence. I can find bearing with this."
Alquas raises an eyebrow
Alquas: "We may not be in the flesh world, Chimreah, but some things are constants."
Khwe-kor takes his knife and cuts and splits some branches to make a raft.
Chimrea takes a breath as if to retort sharply, then thinks better of it. "Why don't you take bearings while we handle the raft, then?" she says reasonably.
Alquas pauses a moment, then produces a tiny vial of sand from beneath his robes. he scatters the contents on the ground beneath him, and sits.
Chimrea: Chimrea, who privately suspects that the woman is dead but Alquas is not, decides not to disturb him with further details and goes to help Khwe-kor ready the raft.
Khwe-kor lays out a rectangle of branches and then ties on smaller pieces in the enclosed space in a seemingly haphazard manner. He occasionally pulls an amulet off his breastplate and fastens it into the raft. He is making a sacred barge, whose frame forms a map of the world.
Alquas traces geometrical patterns in the sand, and pours a small drip of another vial over the patterns. The sands react...
Chimrea: "Who are you?" Chimrea asks Khwe-kor after a few minutes of watching him. "You don't exactly look like a stranger here, yourself."
Khwe-kor: "Name's Khwe-kor. I hunt god."
Khwe-kor: "This isn't too different from the river world, I think, except there it's less dark and the birds are more like fish."
Alquas smiles as the sands snake in patterns to form a simple contour map of the geogrsaphy, although it's an open question as to whether the map is creating the geography or just describing it, in this place. In any case, a route is laid in burning silver sand.
Alquas stands with some satisfaction.
Alquas: "I have a route."
Chimrea: "Does it start with the river?"
Chimrea calls the question back over her shoulder at Alquas as she mulls over Khwe-kor's reply.
Alquas: "Indeed, yes. So if you are making a craft we should be honoured to partake of it for that section."
Chimrea: Still turned away from Alquas, Chimrea rolls her eyes.
Alquas: "Alternately I could part the waves, perhaps. Or walk across."
Chimrea: "Good, because we're finishing now and we shouldn't delay too long here."
Khwe-kor: "You know that man? Is he...does he...something wrong?" He taps his temple, indicating the brain.
Chimrea shakes her head at Khwe-kor. "He's, ah, new to these parts. Also touchy," she adds in a discreet volume.
Alquas surveys the landscape for a while, and then catches himself.
Khwe-kor nods. "I don't seem to recall your name."
Alquas: "Kani, how are you?" he says, belatedly. "Fear not, for I am sure I can resolve this situation."
Holmes: Kani looks at Alquas, wanting to trust him, but feeling that something is awry.
Chimrea blushes. "I'm so terribly sorry. I'm Chimrea," she says, making a little curtsy to Khwe-kor and Kani.
Alquas: "The Praelector's magicks are powerful, yes, for no doubt Z'tarr goes with him, but he will not be expecting my counter-attack.
Holmes: Above, Khwe-kor, alert to this sort of thing, notes that a cloud has formed over the wadi. He sees that it is full to bursting with sorrow. It will cry soon. And the Erstwhile River will come.
Chimrea: She holds a hand out to Kani and smiles. "Alquas and I will look after you."
Alquas: "His distrust of the teachings of Shaanvajar will be his undoing. He will not expect me to be capable in this regard."
Alquas looks pleased with himself.
Chimrea: Chimrea, who isn't entirely sure what Alquas is talking about but isn't about to press the conversation, keeps her mouth shut.]
Khwe-kor whispers to the cloud, "Brother, you look hurt! Tell me what is wrong, let me dress the wound."
Alquas turns to Chimrea. "How improper of me! I have not effected introductions!"
Holmes: "I cry for the dead. The tears of the living come into the air of this world and fill me," the cloud replies. "I must spill to heal."
Alquas: "This is Kani. She is... a servant, erstwhile of my father's employ."
Khwe-kor turns to Alquas. "Wait. On the raft first, talking after." He points at the cloud.
Alquas: "We fear rain?"
Chimrea: "I'm glad to meet you, Kani," Chimrea says, feeling guilt squeeze her heart but reaching to take Kani's hand again and help her onto the raft.
Alquas sighs. "Very well. Come, Kani, let us board the craft."
Khwe-kor: "We are in a wadi."
Alquas does not recognise the term, but doesn't admit to it. He just nods, wisely.
Holmes: There is a crack of thunder, and the cloud splits open.
Holmes: The downpour is sudden.
Khwe-kor addresses the cloud again, as the rain begins. "I cannot talk with you now, brother, but I will return and we will visit and make friends."
Holmes: The cloud seems to nod as it discharges the river spirit on the land here.
Holmes: Suddenly the raft is raised up, and surges forward.
Alquas watches the man talk to clouds in faint bafflement.
Chimrea clings to the raft, looking ahead and around with hungry eyes.
Alquas watches the waters pass by dispassionately.
Agnes is now known as clweeks
Alquas watches the waters grow ever more ragning with some alrm. Trying to maintain a graceful balance, he unstoppers a phial of oil and pour it on the water, muttering a few words...
Khwe-kor allows himself to be knocked over onto the raft and carried away.
Holmes: Alquas sees the essence of water somewhere in the river, and calms it's raging nature with a spell designed to do just that. This makes it easier for those on the raft to stay atop it.
Holmes: His oil makes small circles of shining in the water, and it seems to slide by smoothly.
Holmes: Khwe-kor dissapears around a bend ahead of the raftt.
Holmes: The ride, despite Alquas' spell, is still not placid. But somehow Chimrea's spirit rolls on with the changes in the height of the river. With only slight signs of being moved by the tears below her.
Chimrea: "Khwe-kor!" Chimrea calls as he's swept ahead, but she loses sight of him. She thinks he can take care of himself, and she's increasingly sure that she has to stay with Kani.
Alquas: "Odd, he almost seemed to want to fall in..."
Alquas shakes his head. "We have a route to follow, dear ladies."
Chimrea: "I think he'll be all right," Chimrea says, only a little uncertainty in her voice. "But now we have to watch for the right place on the bank.
Holmes: Chimrea recalls that going down the wadi is the less taken rout. Many go the way of the penetrating sun. But this seems right.
Chimrea: "That big rock ahead," Chimrea calls. "We'll slow for a moment when we're past it, as the water eddies. Push us toward the bank then!"
Holmes: Once on the shore, Chimrea notes that the Blue Rock seems to be not so far off. Only a thousand miles off, instead of a million. The next stage of the trip is to trek the featureless plain to the Blue Rock.
Chimrea: Chimrea looks down at the raft where they've beached it, then shrugs a little helplessly. "We leave this for Khwe-kor, I guess. We have to go that way--I hope your map agrees...?" She points toward the rock.
Holmes: Alquas can see that the featureless wall ahead is a thin point. Here is where he's suppose to cross back.
Alquas: "my map indicates there is a.. potential crossing, by this wall."
Alquas: "This is not my usual experise, but I will seek to open a portal."
Alquas carefully pours out a circle of a silvery powder, the same sand he used earlier.
Alquas: "At Shaanvajar they theorise that the barriers between worlds are illusory, and what we percieve as distinction represents merely a different vibrational mode in the finely taut fabric of reality."
Alquas scribbles a few lines of equations, and accordingly draws a few lines through the circle.
Alquas lights the powder circle on fire.
Chimrea watches with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.
Alquas: "In chemistry we see the essence of things laid bare, the commonalities between here and there... earth, water, air and fire... the constituents of all."
Alquas casts another handful of sand over the flaming pattern, raising sparks.
Alquas: "By harnessing the elements, we become masters of these essences. That is the lesson of alchemy."
Alquas: "And with the essneces raised, the vibrations will be quelled, will dance to our tune, and the barrier between that and this... will crumble."
Alquas: At this last word, he raises a defint palm toward the centre of the circle, and pushes.
Alquas: The world yields to his hand.
Alquas: With a kind of triumphant glee, /me pushes, small flames forming about his stiill sand-dusted hands as the borders between worlds are burned.
Alquas: "Behold!"
Chimrea: "You're good," murmurs Chimrea, forced to admit the sense of his magic, at least provisionally.
Alquas: "Kani, Chimrea, we shall part this domain! Let us pass through!"
Alquas strides through the flaming circle, brimming with confidence.
Chimrea: "You first," says Chimrea, smiling to cover the fresh guilt that twists her gut.
Alquas: "Kani, take my hand!" he says, thrusting it back through.
Alquas: "Hurry, girl, the portal will not last forever!"
Alquas has taken no note of his new surroundings - he fixates on the view through the portal, and Kani.
Alquas: She reaches out her hand, tentaively, but does not push through.
Alquas: She pushes, and the flames roar back brighter and turn blue at the edges.
Alquas: "Kani!"
Alquas: Finally, the fire evelops the portal temporarily, burning her outstretched hand. She springs back, and looks back with terror in her eyes.
Chimrea bows her head for a second, wondering if Alquas will ever speak to her again after this. Then she lifts her head, extends her hand toward Kani, and says, "If you can't cross the flames, I know a safe place where we can go."
Alquas: "Chimrea? What is the... what is the meaning of this?"
Alquas: "Don't take her! Why can she not return?"
Chimrea: "She doesn't belong on that side anymore," Chimrea says, understanding Fahd's remove in a way she never has before. "She has to stay here."
Alquas: "What does that mean?"
Chimrea: "She's dead."
Alquas: A pause.
Alquas: "Impossible."
Chimrea: "It's not impossible," she says quietly, evenly. "It happens to everyone sooner or later."
Alquas: "The Praelector had no reason to..."
Alquas: "i will find her body, and mine. She is alive. You will see. Stay! Do not leave the portal's vicinity!"
Alquas looks around for the first time, and notes he's IN his body.
Holmes: Down a hill, Alquas can see the forms of the buildings of Green Lake.
Chimrea fears to stay, because she knows that time is running out for her to return to life. But it would be so petty to abandon Alquas' attempt to save her own skin...
Holmes: Alquas notes, too, that he's not far from his father's camp.
Alquas: "I will go to the inn, I will find her body, and I will return. If the portal will hold.... we will restore her!"
Chimrea: When Alquas has gone, Chimrea faces Kani and takes the other woman's hands in her own, squeezing for emphasis. "Kani, you must come with me to see Old Man Spider. If Alquas is right that you don't belong on this side, we'll come back to the portal and he'll fix you up. But it's very important that he not try to bring you back if you're dead."

Tez shudders lightly as the warmth of liquid power washes over her, tugging at her soul, whispering for her to open up to it, draw it deeper, make her stronger. To please Him, as he watches her in the light of His Blood Moon, surrounded by the sussurration of snakes as they turn towards her.
Tez gasps, siezing the essence of Shira and taking it into herself, along with the chill of knowledge that Akalatan is part of her, and grows stronger.
Tez: --
Tez sits at the table of the inne, looking somehow both more vibrant, and more pale, than ever before. "I hope He's not mad." she frets. "Shira was mean."
Agnes: "He?"
Tez points upwards, at the moon
Agnes: "I don't think he's mad."
Agnes: "He's not a cuddly bunny, right?"
Tez: "No... but she was His priestess..."
Agnes: "I'm guessing this is all part of his plan. Y Ou ? probably proved you were the chosen one by serving her blood up to Him."
Tez: "but... I thought..." she stares at Agnes, then her gaze drifts to Kerem, "I wasn't...supposed to."
Agnes shrugs. "So, remember when I was asking about my blood and the elfish plague?"
Agnes: "I keep having a dream about by blood saving them, but I don't get it. Are you sure there's nothing you can do?"
Rahkleth crosses the floor of the inn, snagging a tankard of something from the bar as he goes. He sticks his nose in the cup and sniffs. He grimaces as he joins Agnes at her table. "This stuff smells like my boots after a 3 day hike." Rahkleth blushes a bit as he sit. "Sorry to interrupt. Pay no mind to me."
Agnes leans into Rahkleth's bulky frame and hugs him. "Hey, big guy."
Agnes: "I was just asking Tez about ways to help cure the elfish plague. Did you know it seems to have something to do with me?"
Tez eyes the new guy curiously, distracted from her worries. "Hi. Who are you?"
Agnes looks surprised. "You don't know Rhakleth?"
Tez squints. "Maybe. Don't think so."
Rahkleth blinks. "You? You're a little annoying sometimes but I wouldn't call you a plague." He gives Tez a little nod of his head. "I'm Rahkleth. You?"
Tez smiles, "I'm Tez. She's got poison blood." she informs him.
Rahkleth: "She what?" Rahkleth says. "How the hell would you know that?"
Tez: "Saw it." she slumps back in her chair, and bites her lip. "Can't fix it without blood."
Agnes: "It couldn't be that strong a poison -- you tasted it and didn't die."
Tez giggles. "It's not that kind of poison."
Agnes: "What do you mean by 'without blood?'"
Rahkleth: "She did what? When?... um, how?"
Tez: "Brandy?" she says hopefully, trying to sort out all the questions.
Agnes looks at Rahkleth. "What?"
Tez sighs. "I can't fix it, without the magic. In the blood. Kerem's. And, she let me taste it... to see... what was wrong." she thinks. "Yes."
Holmes: Rahkleth notices, of all people, Fazeris wander into the inn.
Agnes: "Kerem's blood? Why?!?"
Tez shrugs helplessly, "I don't know. It's just right." she gnaws on her lip, returning to her familiar expression of general confusion "But I'm not supposed to use the blood magic. It's evil."
Agnes: "Evil is tied to the ends, not the means. If you use blood magic to help people, it's good. If you use it to hurt people, it's evil."
Rahkleth: "Nah. I've got some goat urine here." Rahkleth shows Tez the tankard. He takes a second look at the door as he notices someone out of the ordinary.
Tez sniffs the tankard, and follows Rahkleth's gaze to the man, "Oh, it's Chimrea's fathhrrrrriiieend." she coughs. "Yes...so... maybe... I uh. should. Learn more."
Rahkleth makes a face. "Doesn't say much for Chimrea now does it?"
Tez: "She has a nice house, with a spirit. And cider."
Agnes: "How much of Kerem's blood?" Agnes ponders her options.
Rahkleth: "Just what every girl needs." Rahkleth takes a drink from the mug and forces himself to swallow the liquid. "Gah... make that the urine of a very sick goat."
Tez touches the tankard for a second before deciding against that trick she didn't quite learn last time she was in the bar. He probably wouldn't like blood any more than goat piss anyway. "Ummm Not all of it. Maybe. Probably not."
Rahkleth stares at the tankard for a second after Tez touches it. Suspicion in his eyes, he sniffs the liquid again.
Tez did not, in fact, do anything to it. she notes the suspicious look, and stares at the table
Rahkleth: "Agnes... pick another inn next time. I may have this one burned as a public service."
Agnes: "You didn't have to order the swill."
Tez: "You picked the wrong ale." she mutters. "Try the "amber" kind."
Rahkleth: "I didn't." Rahkleth says. He points to a guy at the end of the bar. "I swiped it from that guy when he wasn't looking."
Agnes: "The guy who wipes the tables? Huh."
Tez: "Oh, so /that's/ what the smell was..."
Agnes: "Why couldn't you use Teodric's blood? He's not using it. Or maybe that Tethite whore..."
Tez: "I could, but it wouldn't work as well..."
Rahkleth: "Hey!" Rahkleth turns to Agnes. He dumps the 'ale' out behind the table. "Why are we taking people's blood. They might miss it... and no messing with my Tethites."
Tez: "I dunno. I've only looked at a couple people's. Maybe... Rahkleth's would work too."
Agnes: "Same problem with Kerem, I like them and they're using theirs."
Agnes: "It's OK, Rahk, we're trying to find a way to keep everyone happy about it."
Rahkleth narrows his eyes at the two ladies. "Am I going insane or are you two sitting here planning on killing some random person? What in the hell for?"
Tez: "I didn't say I was going to kill anyone." she says, wounded. "Just use some blood. People make more!"
Agnes: "No, not killing them, just using some of their blood to save Islitarialind. How can you just let her die?"
Agnes blinks back tears.
Rahkleth: "Oh..." Rahkleth nods. "Why didn't you say so? Who's blood would be good?" He smiles as he considers the elven woman. "I'm sure I can convince them to part with some."
Tez looks startled at the sudden change of heart. "I could see if yours is good. Then we could use both, and need less from each."
Agnes: "Teodric still seems like a good candidate to me."
Rahkleth jerks a thumb towards Fazeris. "Would his do?"
Agnes giggles.
Tez: "I could check," she says, not really getting the joke
Rahkleth: "Please, do." Rahkleth smiles. "That'd be about as perfect as I could think of... but I doubt the gods like me that much."
Tez stands and walks over to Fazeris. "Hi! Can I have some of your blood to see if I can save the elves with it?"
Agnes watches in disbelief.
Rahkleth: "I like her. She's so subtle."
Agnes gets up and follows tez at a distance to watch the interaction.
Holmes: Fazeris, engaged in ordering drink, looks at Tez with bewilderment. After a moment to see if she seems serious, he says, "Er, sorry... using it all at the moment. I'll need it even more after this."
Holmes: He picks up the drink brought to him.
Tez looks disappointed, "But I'm a Chimrea's friend. You should help me."
Holmes: Fazeris, taking his first sip, has to lower the cup quickly so as to avoid doing a spit-take. After another pause like the last, he says, "I... is Chimrea here?"
Tez: "No, but she'll come back. Just a little, like maybe this much?" she holds her fingers apart
Holmes: Fazeris frowns. "Why don't we just wait for her, then," he replies, still very wary.
Tez rolls her eyes, "She doesn't even know who you are. Well she does, but she doesn't believe it." she plops down at his table.
Holmes: Fazeris' eyes open very wide. He looks around, not wanting to be obvious, and chooses the following query, "Would you want to go over to a private table to discuss whatever it is you think you're talking about?"
Tez shrugs. "Can I look at your blood?"
Agnes continues to watch and listen from ten or twelve feet away.
Holmes: Fazeris stands straight looking Tez up and down. "I don't know... can you?"
Tez cocks her head to one side, "Well. Yes, actually." She stands on top of the chair so she can be tall.
Agnes is now known as clweeks
Tez pokes him with her finger, staring intently in his eyes. After an uncomfortable moment, she drags her nail over his skin, drawing a small amount blood, then plops back into her seat, and stares at that instead. She mixes it with some of her own blood, knowing it well enough to be able to pick out his blood from hers, and chants softly, the prayer to Akalatan, the diagram to compare the blood to what she knows of the plague.
Holmes: She becomes vaguely aware that Fazeris had his rapier drawn, and pointed at her throat even before she began mixing the blood with hers. He watches her with morbid fascination.
Holmes: "What's she doing"
Holmes: He shouts at the others, keeping one eye on Tez.
Khwe-kor is now known as wilows-sleepy
Tez sighs and turns her head, looking up at him "Told you already. Nobody listens to me. I just want to see if your blood is right to save the elves."
Tez licks her fingers thoughtfully. "Hm. Interesting. Are you going to stop pointing that at me?" she pokes the rapier away with the tip of her now-cleanish finger. "You have good blood for the ritual."
Holmes: Fazeris' eyes roll back into his head, and he goes back for his drink, letting his expensive bit of steel drop to the floor.
Tez picks it up and lays it back on the table in front of him. "So, you'll help, then?"
Holmes: "No," he says, looking at her like she's crazy. Then, possibly fearing magic, he picks up his sword with his non-beer hand, and backs away from her.
Tez: "I was right about you and her." she nods. "How come you don't want anyone to know?"
Tez: "Hm... maybe I can use hers instead."
Holmes: Fazeris guesses what she's talking about, and, consternated, comes forward again. Pushing up against her to get them out of earshot of the others, he says, "I'd appreciate you not discussing my private life's detail with everybody in Green Lake."
Tez grins. "I haven't told everybody. How come you don't want them to know?"
Holmes: "Because it's probably best if everybody thinks that she's Okhfel's daughter, no?" he says to her in hushed tones. "And what of Isadora's reputation?"
Holmes: "Think, woman," he says.
Tez thinks for a bit, then says brightly, "So you'll help me then?"
Holmes: Fazeris' eyes narrow. "You're not threatening me, now, are you?"
Holmes: He hefts the rapier in the hand that's not holding on to Tez.
Tez bites her lip. "I don't think so. Should I?"
Holmes: "You are more confounding than the courtesans of Marquis Greensward's court, madame," the emphasis on the last word is meant to be sarcastic.
Tez: "You're funny."
Tez: "Anyway, don't you like elves? They're nice. Tall."
Holmes: Fazeris shakes his head at the comment, looks at his drink, and thinks a bit. "There isn't any money in this venture, by any chance, is there?"
Tez: "I think Agnes has some."
Tez: "I guess we could sell the cure to them, but that seems a little mean, don't you think?"
Holmes: Fazeris shrugs. "Maybe."
Holmes: "Where's Chimrea?"
Tez: "Hm.. not sure. I left her here when I went off to get tortured." she frowns. "I thought she'd be here when I got back." She plays with her braid, "Maybe she's in the market, or in the field with the dead horsemen that possess knives."

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