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===<big>Book Six: Taking of the South Wind</big>=== ====<big>Fort & Venki; Thrice Crowned Bards & the Lullaby League</big>==== *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' As he reaches for his Trumps at the same time as Donovan reaches for his own...Time seems to slow down for Realmer. Much has happened in short order and he is trying to not get swept away by it all. He knows something is wrong with Bob beyond a Charm... the way Bob quoted-- no, misquoted his Directive Compellings, including Tesara in them. Being charmed is one thing, but 'rewriting' Compellings is another entirely... and Tesa shouldn't have that level of skill, yet. He suspects someone else may be involved, and the list was short; Conf, Tolknor or Av Reet were at the top of that list. And if someone is involved, it could explain Tesa's behaviors and actions. Regardless, he has to treat Bob as a liability and Tesa as a Competitor, possibly hostile. And Sadashi could have been forced to go against her will, and thus a captive or hostage... but equally possible a Competitor as well. And which Spiral was she going after? Or were the two of them working together in an attempt to take both Spirals? He needs to get to the Spiral of the South Wind quickly and Time was not on his side. As he considers his attack strategy, Realmer reviews his choice of team members; Gangdis, loyal, experienced, excellent warrior, great tactician... Dorna, fierce, capable, young and strong... Carston, solid, practical, some Magic skills... he pauses as he comes to Fort; though he is a great warrior and sorcerer, and they have trained and fought together, and they share a common interest in Tesa... he is a Mercenary, and his loyalties may be a problem. Realmer knows he has ties to Tolknor, Tesa's Great Grandfather, and possibly to Conf, Tesa's Father. The few others that come to mind don't measure up or they don't like him enough to help... or Realmer just doesn't trust them enough to bring in on this mission... so, he may just be the best man for the job for and Realmer was going to have to make a firm contract to keep Fort from pursuing his own or other agendas. And where in the Abyss is Giovanni? Tesara's Protector seems to have disappeared as well... and Bob didn't mention him, nor Julian or Gangdis... little to no time for that now... but he should at least ask... at some point. Realmer considers that the Team could use a Royal Escort, five should be sufficient; a show of support from and affiliation with the King of Adagalasck, and it might help in other ways as well. Knowing the exact path to the Spiral of the Wind from the arrival point will be vital for speed and success; Realmer will ask Julian to use an Illusionary Cantrip to assist in his description before being transported... and he will inquire about the path to the Stair Spiral as well if Julian knows it. Also knowing who, by name, is in what position of power, by title, and who Realmer should and should not make contact with or seek support and help from... again, questions for Julian. But first... Realmer snaps out of his reverie. He has two Dragonskin Trumps in his hand; one of Carston and one of Fort... he stares at the Dragonskin Trump of Fort with intent and awaits contact. *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort answers fairly quickly, “Ah, Realmer. Well met.. hey, I found our masons. The great spuds never heard of us. Totally wiped. I checked their homes. A half dozen of the real magic books are gone. Guess what replaced them? Corwin's Chronicles. The Tales of Prince Caine. The Plays of Prince Bleys. Hilarious...So, whats happening for you?” *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Much. For starters, I have need of your services for a mission or two... I'm sure we can arrange some form of payment that is to your liking... including land and title if all goes well. I'm in Adagalasck. Can I buy your services? Are you willing to negotiate? Can you come through? Time is of the essence." *'''Michael James Watson''' "Pull me through." Stepping through, "I just met a new kinsman of yours. a girl named Alvah, Delwin's daughter. They walked into the Palace Commons in North Riding. Shes got a strong whiff of wizard about her. Anyway.. I'm more or less at lose ends. Give me a silver as a retainer and lets here what kinds of problems you have." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer sticks a hand deep into a pocket of his Robe and withdraws a handful of Amber Goldwings and hands them to Fort. "Consider it your retainer, a gag order not to ask questions about why you're here with anyone until the last member of the team arrives and I begin the dialog... and an option to pay you to not act against me if you refuse my offer once you know the details." He looks at a Dragonskin Trump in his hand then looks up and says, "Oh, you remember Sir Gangdis of the Elites, from your visit to Blomsia at the Embassy, and I'm sure you met Julian then as well, but he was not yet the King then, so... King Julian of Adagalasck, Fortunadas of Wall and CHAD. And this is Kae Dorna ag Brolic also of the Elites. Give me a moment and we shall talk details." Realmer looks to the Dragonskin Trump of Carston with intent and awaits contact. *'''Michael James Watson''' Carston appears looking worn. "sir? Well met. Are you in realm? Ive forces in the field moving. West winders. I've also hired a few specialist. What is your status?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Carston, I am in realm at King Julian's estate and I am in need of your services. I will pay you handsomely, land and title if all goes well. I'll explain once you're here. Can I pull you through?" *'''Michael James Watson''' He nods, "Give me 10 minutes and I'll wrap stuff up here. Can you get me back here?" When Realmer calls him back he comes across. Nods to Fort. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' “Thank you both for joining me on short notice” Realmer says, looking to Fort and Carston. “Here are the pertinent details: Within the last... day or so by Amber's Time, much has happened here in Adagalasck that has upset the power structure here and things are already happening fast; I have accepted leadership of Clan Kalota of the Odaraxta, the Clan Hagalta once led. The South Wind and the South Stair are available for the taking due to a Family incident that stripped Emiliesa of the South Wind of her powers, leaving a power void. There was an assassination attempt on King Julian that failed; it was led by Hiroaki, son of Borlak. We have reason to believe the Flowing Horde, led by Borlak is coming here to Adagalasck to wage war. I have also been given the rank of General by King Julian, but no current assignment. Many things are already in motion both inside and outside the Realm.” Realmer was mostly looking at Fort as he spoke, as Carston is mostly likely aware of some or all of this already. But as he continues, he looks between the both of them. “It is my intention to take a small Strike Team to the South Wind and walk the Spiral first and gain the Seat of Rulership for the South Wind; Julian will be able transport the strike team into the general area. We will face forces that may be fractured and confused due to the loss of their Bond with their Ruler. There may be others in the local area that are somehow aware of the power void and may be moving to take the Wind or the Stair. I would like to get both, but the Wind is my primary target, the Stair is secondary. But this will not be easy or clean as we have some opposition; Krelat of Clan Shaxta, once he hears of the power void, will certainly move his forces to the south and try to make a claim on whatever he can. We also have a definite competitor for the Stair and or the Wind; a party of two who shall remain unnamed for the time being. They have about a three hour lead on us at this point and are traveling on a pegasus at great speeds and bypassing any and all geographic hindrances with ease. And in the process, my Familiar, Bob, got Charmed by one of the two unnamed competitors and is currently considered an enemy. He also reported on his last contact that he is currently unable to transport for some unknown reason, which is to our advantage. I have since shield my mind from him but I don't think he is aware that anything is wrong. The team consists of the two of you” he looks to Fort and Carston, “as well as Gangdis, Dorna and myself. King Julian can provide us with some tactical information about the area and the forces and the route to take to get to the Spiral of the South Wind.” Realmer turns to Julian. “And I was hoping you might provide a small escort, say five of the King's Royal Guard... and a royal symbol or letter of decree... to show your support of my claim to the South Wind. It might go a long way to making things go smoothly.” Realmer turns back to Fort and Carston and asks, “So, are you both in? Or do you need to hear more before negotiating and accepting?” *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort says, "Ok, king Julian. First, congratulations and condolences. Secondly, I've a warrior eager to make his name crushing a major force. He is well suited to making a mess out of Borlak's army...hell do it to make a name for himself. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Fort, I didn't bring you here to negotiate with King Julian regarding the Borlak matter, I brought you here to negotiate with me on taking the Spiral of the South Wind. There will be time for other deals later, especially if I am successful. So, are you in and if so, what is your price?" *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort ponders, pulls a tankard and sips, for dramatic effect. "I'm not open for business this time. This time i have my own problems and my own interests. First, the problem, and it is for King Julian. What Random doesn't understand is how fragile CHAD can be. Its a business empire made up of a lot of people who believe in their own power to rule 'The World." Arch mages, Saints of Battle, Kings, Warrior Priests. And at a certain point giving them gold and magic items doesn't satiate them. As long as they were in the Tosa/York shadows with a belief that nothing lay beyond them many of them felt they had achieved their goal. Me included. As a Thrice Crowned Bard, i believed i had reached the top. I had no plan to touch the World Stone so there wasn't much else for me." He paces artfully. "But once we knew about Amber, and a few of the people from the Tosian bubble had made it out before such as Tolknor and Conf, Hazarda and Timothy Elhue, friggin Guiness and Deblico, rumors of new realms made some mighty people come with CHAD to Amber. One of them in particular received a huge shock. At a reception a diplomat from the Golder Circle realm of Begma was introduced to one of my problem children and the man said, 'Excuse me, can you repeat that? I'm afraid i have never heard of you or your world.' Suddenly he had countless realms that had never heard of him. Now he wants to change that. He has taken it upon himself to take a quarter of CHAD, who only joined CHAD because he did, and is marching out of Amber to find new worlds to conquer. I only barely convinced him to that the Crown of Azcala would look good on him. Your highness, would you like me to steer 200,000 raving lunatics lead by a titan at Khan Borlak?" *'''Michael James Watson''' "As for me, i like the work. Not the killing, I'm not necessarily a psychopath. I'm a scholar. A musician. A teacher, and a bard. While there are always books to read in York, at a certain point i repeat myself. I was the Chief bard, the Crowned Bard, of Tosa, York, and the Merchant's World. That made me an administrator as much as a teacher. Now I find new worlds. I can't become Crown Bard of Amber till Random gives me that crown. And i want it to by my 5th. Quint Crowned Bard..I like that. But i need a 4th one. So, I am here offering my service to Adagalasck, with an understanding that at some point, when i have learned enough, met enough people, been recognized for my knowledge here, created a legacy of education and scholarship here, the Lords of the 4 Winds, led by King Julian, will grant me my 4th Crown. I'll be the first Quad Crowned bard. To get there, i can't serve for coin. I must serve for knowledge." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer nods his head up and down slowly, a slight smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes, he chuckles as he looks at Fort. “Fortunadas Enright, you crafty old fox. Bold moves and tempting offers. I should have expected such.” He turns to Julian and his face and demeanor are more serious. “Julian, I know the Titan he is referring to; I trained with him on Rasak and served with him on Adledross. His name is Alexandir kos Korag and sending him and 200,000 of his loyal fanatics against the Flowing Horde and Borlak does sound like a solid plan; I have seen Alexandir fight and lead men and it is truly an awesome sight to behold. As one of your Generals, I would advise we take full advantage of this situation and employ Alexandir and his Lunatics post haste. But I also advise caution in dealing with him; he could be problematic for a few reasons. He is egotistical and arrogant. He loves being the center of attention and he loves fighting. When challenged, he mostly relies on intimidation and his physical and combat prowess to solve matters. He only obeys orders and respects authority when it suits his needs. And there will certainly be a problem if...” he pauses slightly, “when, he finds out about one of the previously mentioned unnamed parties being here. We can discuss that matter later.” “Now, regarding Fort wanting to one day be The Crowned Bard of Adagalasck...” he pauses again, this time for effect, looking like he is thinking. “I don't believe there is one, that I am aware of. And if he wants to be paid in knowledge, then that just saves us the coin, so to speak. And I can think of no better way for him to gain knowledge about the land and regions, peoples and customs, legends and lore of Adagalasck, than to travel the lands and meet the people. And assisting in the current political matters and the coming war could be quite informative as well; one can learn a lot about people during times of conflict and change.” Realmer gives Fort a knowing glance, then continues. “And once he has gathered all that knowledge, he can bring it to the soon-to-be-built, Adagalasck Campus of the University of Fantalin. As the soon-to-be Chancellor of said University I would like as much knowledge about all of Adagalasck and it Peoples to be recorded and stored at the University and be including in the teachings, as well as the standard courses Fantalin offers, including Magical Studies and... I think... maybe we should add Bardic Studies as well. And as the soon-to-be South Wind, hopefully, once the knowledge is acquired and his reputation is solid and name is known far and wide, I would gladly support Fortunadas Enright's petition to be The Crowned Bard of Adagalasck.” “He is exceptionally capable in personal combat, tactics, strategy, multiple magics, and many other fields of expertise. He is a fast and creative thinker, a wealth of knowledge and he knows lots of people and has many contacts. He is certainly an asset in several regards and him wanting payment in knowledge of Adagalasck helps us as well, with the University and you personally as the King; you will be able to learn even more about your Kingdom and its Peoples to better understand them so as to better Rule them. And I'm sure during Fort's travels he will tell the tales and sing the songs of King Julian of Adagalasck." "And if you need a second opinion, on Fort or Alexandir, you could ask Sir Carston here; he was also there on Rasak and Adledross with us... and he has known Fort longer than I.” Realmer pauses again, for effect and for Julian to think a moment. “So, Julian; what do you think?” *'''Michael James Watson''' Julian ponders a moment but knows his answer without thought. "Sir Carson, what think you of Alexandir?" Carson says,"Sir, I was born on Tosa, in the reign of the Emperor. One of the hardest things about serving in CHAD wss accepting that Alexandir was a fallible man not an god of creation. I was in His presence rarely but was knighted by proxy before him and given the blade I fight with from His hand. Issuing him Orders on Adledross always seemed like telling the waves to stop or the moons to set in the East. I only saw him humbled once, by Fort. Though in fairness, I felt much the same, as a common adventuring knight, to suddenly be on first name basis with Fort." "If you can gain the service of such men, take it. But....". Looking nervously at Fort then to Julian," prepare a stair to imprison them in need. Especially Alex." Fort chuckles, "Ah Carston...To see you all grown up. No longer a raw trainee in the army or Wall or adventuring in the picked over ruins of Eldimior and suddenly a man of means able to suggest imprisoning the God Of War or the High Priest of Venki without the slightest religious twitch is wonderful. I promote you to Commander without Portfolio, CHAD Main Force Legions. Julian, expel me before imprisoning me as Commander Without Portfolio Sir Carston the Mighty suggests. I'll go quietly. Oh, but put Alex in a small box. Its safer not to give him titan axe swinging room" He laughs...Carston blushes. *'''Michael James Watson''' Julian looks to Realmer."You will be busy. Would you relinquish the Deanship to Fort? It seems he might be a better director of such a enterprise. " *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "I agree with you Julian, Fort would be a better choice to head up the university here. But I would still like to be involved, perhaps teaching Magic. And though I believe that Aries would like some say in the matter, I don't believe he would object." Realmer glances at Carston then back to Julian. "And I agree with Carston; you should have a few Stair Realms prepared as prisons just in case they are needed. And I would also highly recommend that you confer with King Random and Lord Marshall Benedict regarding Alexandir." *'''Michael James Watson''' Julian agrees, "I have a place in mind. Slow time. Day there is a year here. Give them a month long vacation and we can get a lot done on our side. Its tempting to lure Borlak in and put them both in the box. Alright, Fort... is it your intention to offer your fealty?” Fort nods, "Conditionally. Tolknor has my primary fealty but he is the definition of flexible. I have obligations to Lop and CHAD, but they work both ways. I would have to be convinced putting Alex on ice was the only choice. And no fealty to you extends to being Fealty to Random. My agreement with Random is long term. I hold fealty of a wide range of people across many worlds. I am a thrice crowned bard but currently only hold the crown of the Merchant's World, something of a Tosian grand bazaar that serves a few thousand worlds and a number of connected shadows." "I am the High Priest of Venki. That relationship is locked binding Venki and I through the World Stone, though i never touched it. I took the role to help a friend who bit off more then he knew. He will be here within the hour. With him will come my wife. I assume you will understand that my relationship with her transcends mere fealty. As such, being such, I stake my faith if you will have me so." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Oh... and speaking of fealty..." Realmer turns and looks to Julian, "Since you made me one of your Generals and I will hopefully be the Master of the South Wind soon... Will I need to swear fealty to you as well? You know that I hold fealty to Amber and King Random first, of course." *'''Michael James Watson''' "If you wish. The winds don't typically swear to each other. Rulership is so flexible they rarely have a king. But I would take it. I am depending on personal connections rather then flimsy ones." *'''Michael James Watson''' "In the mean time. You should move. Fort, will you go with him?" He nods, "Indeed. I look forward to seeing the place." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Excellent! Glad to have you aboard Fort. So Carston, I know it's just a formality but I should ask, are you in as well? Unless King Julian orders it, I am giving you the option to not go on this Mission with me. But I would really appreciate your help." *'''Michael James Watson''' Carston looks at the company he is in. "No risk, no rewards. My staff can handle the logistics here, I hope. But the fight is in the south. When do we leave?” *'''Michael James Watson''' Julian takes them to the Wind Hall that he uses as his throne room. He speaks to various people but makes them walk with him to talk. He introduces Fort as Dean of the new university and a military advisor." As they go Carston talks to military people and its clear there is some political struggle among the West wind military, below the level of Julian and Realmer. Clearly there are people who try to give Carston advise-orders that Julian ignores and lets Carston deal with. Fort looks around and remembers every face, every conversation in every room he steps into. He is smiling mischievously." "You know, Realmer, its been a long time since i was challenged by new surroundings. I feel like a young adventurer!" Julian takes them down a series of stairs waving off questions. Realmer suspects where they go. Reaching a large wide door it opens for Julian. In side are several sorcerers that Realmer knows. They nod deferentially. But it is the spinning colors that takes everyone's attention. The Spiral of the Four Winds Spins in its 4 colors over the inscription on the floor. As Julian approaches the winds subside. Fort looks at it intently..”May I approach it? Examine it closer?” Julian nods, “This is the Spiral of the Four Winds. This is the West Wind, warm breeze that brings growth and health and quiet sleep. It is the warm night. It grants the Basic Accord-the ability to use low order magics. It is a High Order inscription that allows the use of High Order magics. Realmer has seen the North wind, the bringer of cold. Correct? What do you think, Fort?” He looks amazed like Realmer has never seen him before. Kneeling on the floor, an inch fro mthe border to it. His own magics can tell him nothing about it. Fort stands. “Impressive sir. I do hope you will allow me to study it. Its been a long time since I needed to study a power!” Julian nods.”You may study it. It is not dangerous to assay. This spot here is the start.” Fort walks over and looks closer, “I can feel it, barely. Like an embrace..” *'''Michael James Watson''' Julian nods. “Please. Study it all you like. My sorcerers here are hide bound by generations of tradition. Realmer is one of the few sorcerers from outside the world who bears the Spiral. I am afraid I am not much of a mage. I will need people to teach me how to use this construct I now possess. You have my permission to assay it. Now.” Fort turns, stand, stunned.. “Ah..ah. Really?..a High Order Inscription?....Made by the Jewel of Judgment. May I?” Julian smiles, “Do I need to push you?” He shakes his head, smiling. Stripping his gear off, setting it into bags of holding and handing all his gear to Realmer, he is naked to the room. Julian says, “You don't need to walk bare.” Fort smiles, “My gear is fine tuned but all of it is over a lower level of reality. I dare not risk this construct being insulted by them. Or de-magicking them.” He inhales, smiles deeply and sets his foot to it. The winds follow him. Surround him. Embrace him. Color him. He walks slowly, relishing the experience. Feeling the great power invade him. His greatest imprint, the Pattern of York, is a pattern made from a shadow of the Jewel in a Shade where Amber fell. He feels himself enlarged in the embrace. As Julian and Realmer watch, Julian says, "You've walked the North Spiral already. Walking this one will add some warm weather effects and connect you to this Wind too but Nina says sometimes they get confusing. You are going to take the South Wind if possible. You can risk the confusion if you like." *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort reaches the end of the Spiral. Stepping from it he stretches out his arms widely. Inhaling as if it was his first breath. He laughs loudly and deeply. Stepping over he puts his hand o n Realmer's shoulder, reaching up. "Well, that was worth the price of admission! I can feel my other imprints almost whimpering.. I can feel the sorcery I had racked on the York Imprint almost itching to cross over and upwards! I have so much reading and exploring to do! I'll rack as we go!" Julian laughs, "Good to hear! But we aren't done. Realmer, wait a moment. Just incase you have complications." Turning he looks to the man in the far doorway. "Carston. Come here" Carston shakes his head and walks up. "I've never seen such a thing. Its incredible." Julian says, "Its even better from inside. You start here." Carston looks to Julian, "Ah what?" Julian says, "Walk the Spiral, Sir Carston." Fort turns and smiles broadly and wickedly. Carston pales. "Me? no...I'm not a mage.. I mean yes i know a few spells but i almost never use them." Julian says, "You bear the Second Accord. I'm not sure you ever used any of its powers." Carston says, "That was just study, to serve Realmer better during his embassy.. It wasn't.. this.. I never saw the one in Blomsia." Carston looks to Realmer, his eyes wide. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Before Fort finishes walking the Spiral and Carston is called over, Realmer says to Julian: "I will risk it; the additional connection and imprint will be worth it. And I am sure I can handle the confusing aspect Nina mentioned; I bear two nearly identical Pattern Imprints. When I walked the Pattern in Amber, my Ambir Imprint was not erased or absorbed... the new Amber Imprint... overlaid the Ambir, but somehow I still bear both. We will see how I fair soon enough." Once Fort finishes walking the Spiral and Carston is called over, Realmer smiles proudly at Carston and looks into his now wide eyes, nodding his head in approval. "As you said, 'No risk, no reward.' This isn't like walking the Pattern, as you can see Fort handled it well and seems refreshed. And you are certainly ready for it. With your attention to detail, you will make an excellent Sorcerer. You're well on your way; you already have access to more Low Order Spells than you realize. While on Adledross, you were present for most of my Magic Lectures and Lessons, including many of the High Order ones... so, you already know most of what you need to Weave and Hang Spells, you just need the ability to do so and a place to Hang them; and THIS" he points to the Spiral, "will give you access to both. That and a few refreshers on Sorcery." He pats his shoulder and smiles warmly. "Go ahead, risk it." Realmer turns to Fort, after returning his gear and he is fully dressed. "I'm glad to see your Adventurer's Spirit has returned and that you're all fired up; I'm going to need a strong second in command, like on Adledross; things could get dicey rather fast, and things are already complicated. Now that you're fully onboard, you should know the identity of the two previously unnamed competitors that stole a pegasus and Bob; our mutual friend, Tesa Resa, and Julian and Nina's daughter, Sadashi. They are headed to the South Wind and may be attempting to claim one or both Spirals. I think Tesa somehow Charmed Bob, perhaps something to do with her new powers emerging. We will get to that shortly. Once Carston is done, I'm going to walk the West Wind Spiral, but I shouldn't need you to hold my gear, all of it is High Order, most based on the Pattern... most of my Low Order gear was lost when I walked the Pattern in Amber the first time... I was so excited to walk it I forgot what Dworkin had taught me and... well, poof, naked and sans magical equipment." He chuckles. "So I spent decades studying and crafting even better gear. It all held up perfectly when I walked the North Wind Spiral." He shrugs. *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort says, "Bob...ya... well....about that....Ah..." Fort turns to Carston, "Carston, don't delay. Fortune favors the bold. CHAD has over a million members in the warriors ranks and only my particular mentality allowed me to pick you out of a crowd. You were picked out of the horde because you happen to be a native Tosian and in Wall when we were hired. You were not a lot different then thousands of high level fighters then. However, you had drunk a large number of Ur-vile potions; Strength, Dexterity, Constitution. Typical for the fighter classes. Yet,for some reason you also drank Intelligence and Wisdom ur-vile potions.. Its personal but I always wondered why? There were mages in your adventuring group. Good ones. How did you end up drinking what clearly they should have claimed?" Carston looks nervous, 'It was my pick..We had raided into Eldimior and hit a stash of magical treasures. Wands, several Staves, Mind flyer skulls..I had no use for those so on my pick I took the ur-vile potions. They complained but it was my pick, they understood.. You understand, yes? I rolled a low party pick and there was nothing left but Intelligence and wisdom potions unless i wanted a wand... So i took them. I could have sold them back at Wall but i had plenty of treasure.. During the party picks there was no point for that. So I took them." Fort nods, "And you became smarter. Wiser. You started reading war manuals in the Library of Wall. You bought war tomes on the Merchants world. Geographies. Books on mathematics. Physics books from Mac's Bar. Histories of Paradox and the Wars of Discord.. Its all in your record. Hell man, its on your character sheet. You were always planning for bigger things. But I hardly knew you till you caught my eye with the Port Tosa business after we came to Amber. That's why when a request by a royal of Amber came for a soldier we sent you. Smart, wise, strong. Ambitious? So. It worked. You learned a lot your first time here. Enough to get sent to Rasak. Gained not just skills, but friendships, loyalties... You wanted to piss with the dragons, well now you can. Walk the fucking Spiral NOW!!" He inhales deeply, looks to Julian for permission. Seeing it he sets his foot on the Spiral. The winds surround him as he walks. Julian says, "Ur-Vile potions?" Fort nods, "Ur-viles were a race of horrors on the world of Paradox. They made these thick black potions. Highly magical treasures. They raise natural attributes permanently. Changed genetics. Once taken they could not be removed. The common ones were Strength, Dexterity, Agility, Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma. There is a certain toxicity to them and a life dose is only so many. But a person can drink several dozen easily enough. I've drank a dozen of the intelligence, wisdom, and charisma ones each. As well as a half dozen of the others each before they stopped effecting me. Carston's record shows he took a dozen Strength and Dexterity and Constitution ones, a handful of Agility, and at least three Charisma. But he also drank 8 of the intelligence and 6 of the wisdom and that is unheard of for a warrior unless he wants to split class into mage or cleric. He never did till coming here. As he said, a rich magical horde. Wands on Tosa may be used by anyone. So they are particular prized. Wizard's Staves on Tosa combine powers offered to them, so they are prized by wizards too. I have one. Realmer, when you hired a bodyguard one was chosen with a unique collection of life choices that made him possibly suitable to gain powers and experience from serving you. We were right. He served you well. Now serves Julian. But....there is no resigning from CHAD. There is just no longer taking new commissions. His hire card is full now." Carston steps free of the Spiral and falls to his knees.. Dizzy. as the powers of the Spiral fill him. *'''Michael James Watson''' Julian says, "Ur-vile potions? That's why so many of the people in CHAD are on par with Amberites in strength, Endurance. Why they understand Warfare like Amberites. How their mages manage high order sorceries using the Broken Pattern and the Mal at Reiss. They drank these potions. Are their many more?" Fort shrugs, "Adventurer claimed them all. Then Paradox disappeared. When paradox was dissolving CHAD got several million people off the realm and a lot of adventurers but the Ur-vile were gone. Their potions had been traded or seized for thousands of years and spread across the realms of Mac's Bar. But when Paradox dissolved adventurer raided to find them all. I suppose shadows of them could be found now." Carston stands. Steps near Realmer and leans his head in and whispers.."Thank you." Carston stretches.."Ready for duty!" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer listens to all the new information about Carston with great interest. When Carston leans in and whispers his thank you to Realmer, he slides an arm around his shoulders and gives him a one-armed brotherly hug and whispers back, "You're welcome. You've earned it." He releases Carston from the one-armed embrace then looks to Fort with his head slightly lowered, his left eyebrow furrowed and his right eyebrow arched. "And what exactly did you mean by: 'Bob...ya... well....about that....Ah...'? What do you know, Fort?" Realmer is anxious to walk the Spiral and get to the South Wind, but even more anxious to know what Fort might know about Bob's predicament. He continues to stare into Fort's eyes with intent and a look of 'I'm waiting' on his face. *'''Michael James Watson''' "What do I know? Lots of things. Zillions of things. As for Bob...Its mental directives were changed and its protective of Tesa? She doesn't have the power. Her father does. He works through proxies. He can see through the eyes of animals. Control them at distance. Like the hearing his name in shadow thing. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer sighs and eases his gaze upon Fort a bit, then nods his head. "Her Father. Yes, I had considered him the prime candidate once I also realized that Charming Bob was one thing, but altering his Directives... I was sure that was currently beyond her. So now the questions are: Is Bob to be trusted and is Tesa also under some of her father's directives or just making a powerplay of her own choice? And one other thing you should know, Fort; Tesara of Amber has walked the Pattern, and some of her hereditary powers are starting to surface. Think on that as I walk the Spiral." Realmer turns to Julian and bows his head respectfully. "With your permission, Master of the West Wind." Then he steps up to the Spiral as the others before him did and he studies the Inscription, carefully noting the differences between the West and the North Wind. *'''Michael James Watson''' Julian nods. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer sets foot upon the Spiral of the West Wind and walks it as the others did. He observes the differences in the experience from this Spiral and the North he walked years ago. *'''Michael James Watson''' The feel is similar but warmer. He doesn't feel like he is being rewritten just brushed. The passage is easy and he feels the warm wind on him as he leaves the spiral. Julian says, "When I stepped off this one I felt like I was finally home some how. It's why when Dworkin broke the charm I stayed." He asks, "Alright. Whats your plan? How will you get there? Tesa is on griffin back. She had no teleportation powers. You can get there faster?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' The warm wind of the West gives him a different kind of shiver than the cold wind of the North did, and he sighs with comfort instead of sharply exhaling. He smiles at Julian. "That feeling of Home came for me the instant I set foot in Adagalasck; the darkness of daylight, the electricity in the air, the feeling of power everywhere..." he inhales deeply and lets it out hard. "I love this place. And I feel honored to have walked two Spirals and will feel blessed if I get to walk and claim the South Wind." "The Plan. First; how we get there: Julian, you said you could transport us to a point near the South Wind, about five or so at a time. Send the five of us first" he looks to Fort and Carston, then Gangdis and Dorna near the doorway; he motions them over. "And if you can spare the troops, send five of your Elite Soldiers or equivalent soon after; we could use some backup in cases things go badly and the combat becomes a numbers game... though I do have a couple of spells and a magic item that will help with extra troops if needed. But if you cannot spare the troops, then our five man team should still suffice; mostly I want them to show the support of the King and West Wind... every advantage helps." "I want a Five Pip Formation (like on a die; Adledross thing) with Fort and Gangdis to the fore and Carston and Dorna to the rear. If there is a Team B, they will follow or lead as needed; Spear Tip or Reverse Spear Tip Formation based on position. We are to move fast and avoid combat and killing at every turn; the people we encounter may soon be my subjects and loyal followers, best not to make a bad first impression. If we must engage in combat, it will be running combat until we achieve our goal of The Spiral of the South Wind. Once there; combat will be defensive to protect me while I walk the Spiral. Again, I repeat; avoid killing at all costs." "Julian can brief us on the route from the arrival point to the South Wind Spiral... and the Stair Spiral. Our primary objective is to Claim the Spiral of the South Wind before anyone else... me having the Key will make that mostly assured. Our secondary objective is to claim the Stair Spiral; if that is not possible, so be it. Once the Spiral or Spirals are walked and Claimed, then we can work out the logistical details of my Rulership with the local Lords and Administrators." "Julian; over to you. Then questions and advice, then we depart." *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort says, "Realmer, you have Arlo's card. I need to talk to him for a moment. I need to call in a favor and get him to transport a couple specialists. 20 warriors. Once Arlo gets them here, Julian can pass them to us there. Will you call him for me? A contact trump won't do." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Ummm.... yeah.... Arlo and I have never really been on good terms with each other, and even more so recently with the whole Hiroaki thing... perhaps it is better if you do it yourself." Realmer pulls out his Deck, shuffles through and withdraws and hands over, Arlo's Trump to Fort. *'''Michael James Watson''' Julian, "I'll do it. bide a moment." Soon Fort put his Hand on Julian's upper arm. "Yes.. I need that favor. Two part. Yes.. First,a couple hours ago I sent word to Venki that i need him and his cadre. There will be twenty of them. They travel light. He will bring them to the castle and should be there any.. ah... good. Excellent. The second.. I need the blade you showed me. I know.. You said.. I know.. Title does not pass. So recognized. Thank you." Moments latter a elven looking young man steps through, an extraordinarily beautifl harp in his hands. Behind him come a group of all descriptions. Some young, some older, some human, some elven, a dwarf and a half-orc. All with musical instruments and blades on their sides. Lastly Arlo steps through and the gate closes. He nods to Julian, sees Realmer and gives a curt nod. Arlo says, "Fort, this is pushing it. I didn't get permission. If it gets lost I'll be in serious trouble." Fort says, "I know..Its on me. If it gets lost i'll find it.. If it gets destroyed then...damn.. tough." Arlo hands a wrapped bundle to Fort. He sets it on a table and unwraps it. Grasping the grip he raises the straight blade. He says, "Wayfinder." *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort looks to Realmer."We can't be late and we can't take a wrong turn. King Julian, Lord Realmer, this is Venki Fairhand. He whose song flies like the summer winds and shakes like the winter storms.” Venki turns, with a musical voice says, "Oh for the love of rum, stop that..I had to spend a month curing people from a conversation with friggin Reltorious.. My pleasure, your majesty. May my song calm hard hearts and my blade quell violent ones" He extends his hand and Julian shakes it. Julian says, "I assume you are a bard? As are they?" Fort says, yes, "He is a Thrice Crowned bard, as am I. His pleasure is the arts of peace." *'''Michael James Watson''' Venki looks to Fort and says, "The Fox is taking the long way. But she was as shocked as I. You don't usually tell me its an emergency. Whats the issue?" Fort says, "We are seizing a tower and starting a university. I need you for both." The orc says, "Siege and Song? My kind of war!" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Wow. Quite the Following, Fort. Oh, niiiiice. I know that Blade; quite handy." He eyes Wayfinder then glances to Arlo, nods to him respectfully, and looks back to the Sword of Power and recalls the last time he and Arlo both stood over Swords of Power together... in the Dungeons decades ago with Vander and Benedict and Random... Realmer still wonders where exactly that valley filled with dead bodies is located. "Venki; Well Met by Moonlight and Magic. Thank you in advance for your assistance in this matter. I'm sure I'll get to know the rest of all of you soon enough." He glances at all the new faces and makes eye contact with each if possible. "Venki, this is Sir Gangdis of Cogswell, Sir Carston of Wall and Kae Dorna ag Brolic, the rest of my team. We will be departing soon; time is of the essence and not on our side." *'''Michael James Watson''' He nods and stops on Carston.."Carston of Wall. Carston Brak? You smell different then i remember. " Fort says, "He just passed through a high order construct. " Pointing to the Spiral.. Venki looks to it.. Venki examines it, "Its like Plymouth.. A squiggle.. Completed. Incredible.. Father would love to see it." Fort, "Later. In years to come. Ready your team. Sir Realmer, at your command." *'''Michael James Watson''' Arlo steps to Julian, Pulls a bundle from a bag of holding, "With regards to King Julian from King Random. A gift for the realm." He pulls the blade and sheath and hands it to Julian. "Coinspinner." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Another Sword of Power. Feels like a Family Reunion... certainly a remembrance of the past. Odd." Realmer shakes his head and looks away from the Sword and around at the men and women around him about to undertake a mission for him, and the Realm of Adagalasck. "Thank you all for coming on short notice. The goal is to get me to the Spiral of the South Wind before anyone else; a Spiral like this one." He points to the Spiral on the floor that all can obviously see. "Our objective is to do this without killing or maiming anyone, and preferably without combat at all. The peoples and beings we will encounter may soon be my subjects, I would prefer my introduction as their new Ruler not be bloody. We will move fast, and now..." he looks to Wayfinder, "we will move true and without error. We have competition; a pair of young women on a Pegasus with a great head start, more than half way there from here by now, I would gauge. We will transport out in teams of five, my team first. I keep my plans simple for a reason; better not to over complicate things. But one last thing; right now, each of you, take a moment and think about anything that might go wrong, so if it does, you won't be surprised by it and you will be ready to spring into action." He pauses intentionally for a moment and thinks of a few of his own and then looks around the room of faces again. "Let's move out. Julian; at your discretion, begin transports." Realmer does not move, but looks to see if his team moves into position before transport. His Bone and Vine Staff 'appears' in his left hand (sleight of hand: Bone Wand up sleeve, SS to Staff) then he draws his Clan Blade with his right hand and holds the katana with the blade pointed downward before him. *'''Michael James Watson''' Venki looks to his group. "Ok, Lullaby League, tune your weapons." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "I'd forgotten how interesting it is traveling with a Bard, let alone a group of Bards. This should be an experience worth telling tales about." He chuckles. ====<big>The Citadel of the South Wind</big>==== *'''Michael James Watson''' Julian nods and transports and the first group which arrives in lush jungle before a huge stone door. Pealing the door open looks out to a long greensward and dozens of towers made from giant hollowed trees. Fort says, "Ironwood Trees... Hollowed out Ironwood..." Between and among the towering trees the land if filled with battling Orcs and Adasks. Among them clusters of Humans and Fey, most firing arrows from balconies in the ironwood trees. Looking among the battles below he sees Adask banner for the Bannerlords of the Trexcat and Solox Adask. Carston says, "White Hand, Mauled Dog, Drumheads, and Broken Wheel Orc tribes." Dorna draws her blade, "This wasn't the war I was sent to fight but it's the one I have." Fort draws Wayfinder. "Figures.. Hi, diddle diddle, straight up the middle." Moments later the 5 Adagalasck Elites arrive. Fort looks to Realmer... "Now what, Mon capitan?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer looks sideways at Fort. "Actually, it's 'Mon General'. But I'll forgive you this time... Corporal." Realmer pauses for comic effect then turns his head to look at Fort full on and smiles and chuckles. Then he turns his attention back to the battlefield before him. "We wait for the rest to arrive then we move out; fast and furious. Unless someone can provide an aerial view and find a less combat-filled path that doesn't take us too far afield... straight through, a running battle, attack only if needed, evade and defend until we are clear. This is not our fight... not now anyways; we have another objective." He watches the battle a bit more, looking for not so obvious opportunities, as well as kill zones and ambushes to avoid. "Fort, Gangdis; what do you think? One solid formation to drive our way through? Or.... smaller teams of five to ten, each weaving through where they can, but still keeping relatively close to the other teams and moving in the desired direction, if not the exact path of another team?" *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort says, "Send the Lullaby League ahead of us. They specialize in sleep music. If there is someone out here that can stay awake when nineteen 23rd degree Bards lead by a Thrice Crown Bard sing them to sleep, we should call in nukes." Carston nods his head in agreement. *'''Michael James Watson''' Carston says, "Its considered a sin to Venki to kill someone in their sleep" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "So be it; the Bards in the lead. Adagalasck Elites; you will follow my team in a Reverse Spear Tip formation, covering our rear. No attacking unless needed. No killing or maiming for any reasons. Do not disturb the Sleeping Foes and certainly don't kill them." *'''Michael James Watson''' Venki and his band of drowsy desperados leads across the field of deadly battle. The field of sleeping foes is wide as the music rises. Fort turns to Gangdis and Carston. "Lets collect banners. orc, Adask.. See if it makes them cooperative. That ok, mon admiral de la marine?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer laughs. "Excellent idea. Good way to introduce myself and initiate talks when they come to retrieve them." As they make their way, Realmer snatches up Banners that are near at hand, but he also tries to access his Fey Powers to 'get in tune' with this wooded environment and 'feel' the nature about him as they travel. He also keeps a wary eye for any not asleep, specifically those that might be Fey. *'''Michael James Watson''' The field has no Fey among it and seems to have been mainly an Orc/Adask battle. Fort with Wayfinder shouts directions toward one of the middle ironwood trees. Along the way several dozen banners and clan tokens are gathered. Reaching the ringed roots and stairs to the front door Fort sets the tip of the sword on the ironwood tree. Stepping closer he examines it. "Locked from the inside." he says. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer smiles and releases a spell Hung upon the Sigil of Paragon; a High Order version of a Passwall targeted on the door. *'''Michael James Watson''' The door creaks open and the entrance is filled furniture from bottom to the distant top. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer looks to Fort. "You sure that Sword knows where we're going?" He looks the pile of furniture over and mumbles, "Fireball?" He chuckles lightly. "I do have a spell that will 'animate' most anything, and it is designed for massive numbers of... targets. Once animated I could order them to clear out.... then guard the entrance." *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort looks in and up. "Someone's attic?" *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort raises the sword and points it away, it swings around to the tower of Ikea *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Well then, I guess this is the way. I wonder if the Key Caine gave me might help" he says as he pulls out the Key to the South Wind. He holds it forth to the pile of furniture, hoping something will happen other than him looking like a fool. *'''Michael James Watson''' Off to the left a high backed chair glows. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer points out the chair to Fort and asks, "Do you see that glow? I believe that might be the way." Realmer moves to the glowing chair carefully and moves the Key in close proximity to it, but does not touch the chair itself. If nothing happens; he will touch the Key to the glowing chair. *'''Michael James Watson''' When he touches the chair he sees directly above him a sofa, end on, about 20' up in the tightly packed tower. Fort chuckles, "Oh to be Lord of the South Wind....." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "It kind of looks like a path is being shown to me one piece of furniture at a time." Realmer heads in carefully, and says: "Follow me. Carefully." *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort says, "Ah, Realmer, I can see they get more... ah... ya , ok..." He shrinks to a small fox shape and climbs behind Realmer. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "What was that, Fort? 'They get more...' what?" Realmer moves to the couch then looks for the next glowing piece of furniture to tell him the path. *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort, "Unbalanced. Have you been to Braldig's? Seen his machine? This looks like the inside of a Rube Goldberg machine. Somewhere up there this whole place is going to start spinning to life.” *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer stops a moment and says: "The Sword says we have to go this way. The Key is showing the way through and I'm hoping that it is permitting safe passage as well and prevents the spinning to life thing." Then he looks to Fort / the little fox and asks: "So what do you advise? Have you an alternate plan?" *'''Michael James Watson''' The small fox says, "Short of pulling everything out, I'd say keep an eye out for swinging footstools." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "But of course. I AM an Adventuring Wizard; I am always wary of inanimate objects becoming animated... or actually turning out to be a Mimic or other camouflaged Shape Shifting creatures." Realmer moves on, holding the Key out before him, touching each piece of furniture that it shows to him, then looks for the next. He keeps looking back to see if Fort and the others are following. *'''Michael James Watson''' Carston didn't say anything but decided to guard the door. Gangdis and Dorna look like bulls thinking about ballet. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer urges Light from the Yellow Mandalay Stone in Satura's Ring, lighting up his surrounding and allowing the others to see him and not get lost. As he holds out the Key to see the next glowing furnishing, he calls out what each is to those following, so they know the path to follow. He watches his environment carefully, but also allows his Psyche to feel for danger or threats... though his Ring, Robe and Staff should all warn him of danger if it comes from a living creature with a mind, no matter how crude. *'''Michael James Watson''' Gangdis yells, "Are you sure you want us to climb behind you? It doesn't look like it will hold all three of us." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer realizes that is may not be the best way as he realizes something else. “Everyone stop now. Back all the way out to the entrance. You too Fort; I'll be out soon as well.” Realmer pauses before returning to the entrance and thinks a moment about his realization; that he may well be Attuned to the Key of the South Wind in some way already... that he did walk a Spiral of the Four Winds with the Key in his possession, though it was the West Wind... but perhaps it might still be enough to grant more than just access through actual doors and pointing the way through this maze. He carefully makes his way back out. “I have a thought; another idea I want to try before any of us gets too deep into this maze of furnishings.” Realmer holds up the Key before him, at eye height, then he brings up the Sigil of the Spiral and the looks through it at the Key of the South Wind and examines it carefully. Then he holds the Key out before him, towards the open door in the tree and the blockading housewares, looks through the center of the Sigil of the Spiral and focuses his Psyche on the Key and 'wills' a path to be cleared through the furnishings. Then, if needed, he verbally commands: “Clear the path.” *'''Michael James Watson''' Looking up into the pile of dozen IKEAs poured into the tower, he see through his lens a glowing series of furniture spiraling upwards, a path nailed in place to be surrounded afterwards. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer shrugs. "Well, that didn't work the way I hoped. But now I can see a clear path of furniture nailed to the outer wall; the path forms a spiral. If we all follow the exact same path, and no more than one person on a nailed down piece of furniture at a time, it should hold. So, only crawl on the furniture the person in front of you is on once they have cleared it, and I will call out each safe piece as we are going along." "I don't know what we are going to face once we get inside, so I'm asking for advice. Should I take just my team? Or should I take more? Should we leave anyone here to guard the entrance? Who should go and who should stay?" *'''Michael James Watson''' Dorna speaks, possibly for the first time unbidden since Tesa abandoned her. "I should stand Guard to inform you if foes, including the flying ladies, arrive. I shal;l speak sternly to them.” Venki say, "yon tower is bound wood empowered. What lays within leads above. Shall i see how the tower is topped?" Fort, "If you have the path, thee and me should ascend it. Unless you want heroic theme music the bards are best below. Whatever magic makes the stair a pathway of furniture must fill the remaining space as well. It should go away when the Stair is secured." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Excellent idea, Venki. Dorna, Gangdis; if the young ladies arrive, I would like you to keep them occupied and keep them here at the entrance. Do your best to not let them enter. Carston, you're in command until I return. Fort, you're with me." Realmer re-enters the Stair Tower of Furniture and quickly but carefully negotiates the spiral path, using his Robe of Flight when and where possible to make the trip quicker. *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort climbs behind in the form of a miniature fox. Up and around the tower many times across a huge collection of furniture from across Adagalasck. There seems to be little else in the tower then furniture. *'''Michael James Watson''' Climbing the interior higher and higher Realmer seems to feel light headed. Something about the place is inscribing visions of realms of vast variety in his mind. He sees the small fox near him shaking its head, receiving similar visions. Fort stops, says, "I need to stay here, let you go up alone for awhile.. I am being tempted to run ahead of you. Whoever gets to the top first owns the tower. Go." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "I'll call down to you, once I reach the top" Realmer says to Fort. Realmer continues to move up the spiral of furniture, increasing his speed as he climbs. He knows that Fort said he would wait, but he also said he felt compelled to race ahead. So Realmer moves as quickly as he can in case that compulsion overtakes Fort and he decides to begin advancing before Realmer reaches the top. Realmer is reminded of walking the Pattern, with all of these images of places being flooded into his head. He allows the images to wash over him as he continues up the spiral of furniture, focusing on forward movement, focusing on the climb, focusing on getting to the top. *'''Michael James Watson''' He climbs over an armoire, open, filled with clothes. Going past it the clothes erupt and move quickly around Relmopator trying to dislodge him. His dexterity is enough to move up regardless but he isn't sure it the clothes are trying to dislodge him or misguide him. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer shape-shifts his feet into hands so he can better grip the furniture and not be dislodged by the animated clothing. (Realmer never wears footgear; he prefers to go barefoot. Another Weirdness to add to his list. LoL) Once he has a firm grip with his feet/hands, he pulls out the South Wind Key, gripping it tightly so he does not lose it, and says to the clothing surrounding him: "I am the Key Holder of the South Wind, I am supposed to be here. Stop bothering me and go fold yourself, or something!" Whether this works or not, Realmer will then put the Key safely away and continue to climb. If the clothing still continues to assault him, he will do his best to ignore them and continue on. IF the clothing is hindering his passage, he will withdraw the Clan Blade and begin slicing the clothing into shreds. *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort yells, "Venki tells me the Griffin with Tesa is outside. Landing on the top." Continuing the climb the cloths sort themselves out and are trying to slide over arms, up legs. Looking up the furniture gives way to gardening equipment suitable to the era; shovels, rakes, scythes, hoes, plows, and the like. The ones not on the path start spinning, bouncing off each other chaotically. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer stays on the path and does his best to continue upwards as quickly as possible, using his natural dexterity, his gymnastics skills, and his shape-shifting ability as needed to dodge the clothing and spinning farm implements as they get in his way. He does not leave the path, and does not touch anything other than the furnishings that are a part of the path. Knowing that Tesa is at the top of the tower already makes Realmer increase his speed as continues to climb. *'''Michael James Watson''' He continues up, muscles straining at the precarious balance required by the particulars of the stair. looking up he sees thousands of different archery items from slings to ballista. As he climbs through the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune he climbs into a large open space with smooth mosaic covered walls. As he enters he sees the trail behind him is shifting to stairs along the wall, and the archery and furniture fades away, the pathway comes out to a spiral on the floor ending in a center green spot. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' As Realmer sees the assorted missile weapons ahead he mutters to himself: "This could get messy... aaand painful." He narrows his eyes, grits his teeth and strengthens his resolve as he continues on, keeping firm grip with his hands and hand-feet, never straying from the path, always moving onward and upward. As he clears the weapons and enters the mosaic chamber, he smiles and sighs with relief, shifting his hand-feet to his normal feet... then he smiles again as he sees the Stair behind him become stairs and all other accouterments disappear. He turns back to the mosaic room and focuses his attention upon the Spiral pattern in the tile-work on the floor before him as he continues his spiraling journey that started at the base of the Tower and will end when he reaches the center of the spiral on the floor. He does not stop his forward movement but continues onto and along the spiral until he reached its center. *'''Michael James Watson''' As he walks the tightening spiral he feels the elements swirling around him though no outbursts seem visible.. He starts seeing cities and villages and hamlets and mountain dwellings. He sees an Army on the march hours away in the south. Seeing the clan banner of the Shaxta he thinks he arrived just in time. As he nears the center he sees Fort and Tesara at the entrance to the floor. Fort holds Tesara's shoulder as if she had intended to start the spiral and he made her wait. Getting to the center he feels a snap. Painful, but not distracting.. He hears a scream and recognizes Emilie. In the east he sees Trualta stop in a battle and look south, then directly in Realmer's eye. He salutes with his sword and returns to battling orcs. He feels the cold regard of Nina in the north, angry but quiet. Lastly Julian standing on a balcony looking south. He looks in Realmer's eyes and waves his trump deck. Then it all goes away and he stands in the center of the Spiral Chamber. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer looks to Fort and Tesa and gives them a Hand Sign for 'wait', then he draws out his Trump of Julian from his left sleeve and focuses on the image to make contact. *'''Michael James Watson''' Julian responds. "I felt the final passage. Congratulations, South Wind. Fair warning, Emilie broke loose and is pissed. I suspect Hagalta in the Dungeons of Amber felt it. You have 3 major stairs and two minor ones. The one in Codupia is yours essentially sine it is next to the spiral and it belonged to Emile. She can't get there to contest it. You'll have a South Stair holder in Clitford that is a astrologist of some kind and not a concern. The stair at Coimbia changes hands often so it isn't very stable. There is some problem about there being thousands of loose keys to it. Its a mess but its mostly a local one. Solungia is a small one and rather stable. Sort of a postcard vacation kingdom with its own amusement part. The other is a tiny one. Sort of a fluke I'm told." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer communicates with Julian mentally so that neither Fort nor Tesa can hear what he says. ~"I felt Emilie's rage... and Nina's anger; I'm not making many friends, am I?" Realmer chuckles mentally~ ~"When you say the Stair in Codupia is 'essentially' mine, does that mean I already hold the Stair? Or must I still walk it's Spiral? And could someone else claim it now that I have claimed the South Wind? And what more do you know about the Tiny Stair, its location and its Master?"~ *'''Michael James Watson''' "Well, I dare say Emile hates you about as much as she is able except that she hates Dworkin more, so a win for you. She is certainly on her way to see what kind of mileage she can get out of her death curse. Nina probably hates you to at the moment but she is pragmatic about it. She didn't lose her Stair, Wind, or Husband, and Emilie lost all three." "As for the South Stair at Codupia, well, you are in a copse of hollow ironwood tree. Some are musical instruments. One is the Tower of the Spiral you just climbed. One of the others is the South Stair. You have the key, use it. Climb the Stair. It won't fight you. Open the door and its yours. Unless someone else with a key gets there first. According to Nina there are about a dozen keys to the stair but Emile has most of them somewhere. Probably in the tower you are in now. As for the Tiny stair, Nina says the sorcerer who holds it has the only key and went into the Stair worlds a thousand years or more ago and has not returned. Still, its a stair and a city grew up around it. More of a fishing village with a massive out of scale monument. " *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' ~"Thank you for the information, Julian. As always, your help and support are greatly appreciated. Tesara is here, in the Tower with me and Fort; I haven't had the opportunity to speak with her yet and I have yet to see your daughter, Sadashi. I'll contact you again once I've secured the South Stair. Any final words of wisdom?"~ *'''Michael James Watson''' Tesara says, "Sadashi is in Amber." Julian says, "What?!?!?!" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Without breaking contact with Julian, Realmer walks over to Fort and Tesa, then touches Tesara on the shoulder and says, "Explain; please." *'''Michael James Watson''' "While we were flying down here I got a trump contact from Fiona. I don't remember exactly why but it seemed like a really, really good idea, a really good idea for Sadashi to go stay in Amber till the War was over. Sadashi thought it was a great idea too so she went.. Then it was a really, really good idea for me to come here and wait on the Tower for Realmer. Then Fort came up and he told me it would be a really, really good idea for me to stay with him till we found Realmer. So we came up that bizarre pile of furniture till we got here. It really was a good idea i followed Fort, right? And really good idea that Sadashi went to Amber with Fiona." Fort rubs his lips and steps out of Realmer's weapon range. *'''Michael James Watson''' Julian says, "Realmer, good luck with your war. I have a trump call to make. Keep me informed" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Good luck to you as well, Julian. I'll be in contact soon." Realmer breaks contact and looks to Tesara, tilting his head slightly to one side, then he glances over at Fort with a quizzical expression on his face, then back to Tesara. He brings up the Sigil of the Spiral and looks through it like a Lens and examines Tesara. *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort says, "Once I realized what happened it seemed like the wisest course was to just put her on strings and bring her here." *'''Michael James Watson''' Tesa seems to have had her psyche pinched like an oil press. Tesa says, "OH HEY!!! Dorna is here., Hi Dorna!!!! Did you see me flying on that horse?" Dorna is not amused. Though, she rarely is. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' As Realmer stares at the dichotomy of facial expressions before him; the soft smiling Tesara and the hard dour Dorna, he takes a step back from the pair, drops the Sigil of the Spiral and he remembers why he never wanted to be a Leader of any of sort. He never accepted Leadership of any of his former Adventuring Parties, he never encouraged anyone to be his 'follower' or 'henchman', and he never usurped, claimed or accepted as payment, Title and Lands... all because Realmer never wanted the responsibility of being a Leader. He didn't want to have to deal with the difficulty of dealing with people and their respective differences and points' of view, the hard choices he would have to make, the loss of people under his command or care, the heartache of that loss and the headache of having to take the blame. Realmer was happy to be a follower or advisor, but never the Leader. But that time was over now, it was over the moment he made the decision to attend Benedict's Personal Military Course on Rasak. It was over long before that, technically; he was not completely new to being a Leader. Realmer did it once before, before coming to Amber, near the end of his Adventuring Years when he was a Vampyr and he ruled an Island Castle that he and his Adventuring Party took from a powerful Evil Vampire Lord... though most of the Castle ran itself as the previous personnel remained to keep operations running smoothly. Plus, Realmer does have more experience than he did back then... and he had received Leadership Training and actual Combat Leadership, as well as Ambassadorial work since that time... Yes; that time of not being a Leader was long over, even though this new role of being a Leader had only just begun, relatively speaking. Realmer sighs heavily as his head drops and his shoulders hunch slightly. He holds up a hand gesturing to wait a moment... he closes his eyes and he inhales slowly and deeply in a calming way, his head rising and his posture improving as he does so. He keeps his eyes closed and he ponders in that moment. Again, so much has happened in such a short time, as it usually seems to be for Realmer since coming to Amber all those decades ago. Conf's surprise visit and brief conversation about Tesa before Realmer and she left for Rasak, the Crown's concern over Tesa and Alexandir upon his return from Rasak, the secret visit from Tolknor and learning Tesara's lineage while visiting Tesa in Sanctuary, Tesa walking the Pattern of Ambir on Realmer's 'permission'... and Finndo's, Finndo's trickery, information and advice, Realmer's sudden return to Adagalasck and Julian's plans for a University of Fantalin Campus, Ninaaratres' betrayal and the ambush imprisonment of Aries, the visit to First Step and the sudden offer of Leadership of Clan Kalota and his decision to accept, the sudden release of Aries and the surprise intervention of Dworkin... and the resulting fallout, Realmer's out of character decision to kill Hiroaki in cold blood even though it was justified in Realmer's mind and King Julian's as well, King Random ensuring Satura's safety in Amber despite his anger at Realmer for taking Tesa to Ambir and for killing Hiroaki thus ensuring a reprisal from Borlak and the Flowing Horde, Realmer's sudden elevation to General without Portfolio by King Julian, the odd and extreme behavior made by Tesara while Realmer was briefly in Vulsara, the apparent re-writing of Bob's Directives to include Tesara as a 'Master', Fort's loyalty to King Julian in order to become The Crowned Bard of Adagalasck... which would make it his fourth 'Bard Crowning'. And now, Realmer's walking of the Spiral of the South Wind and the claiming of the title of Master of the South Wind and Lord of Fire, and all the responsibilities that go with it... and soon...hopefully, the walking of the Spiral of the South Stair. Realmer stops his deep inhale, his lungs filled to capacity; he holds his breath for a few seconds, his eyes still closed. There are many choices Realmer must make and an order in which he must enact them. He is fairly confident he can restore Tesa's mind, but not knowing why she was put into this state and by whom makes him want to wait and leave her 'as is' for the time being... at least until he has secured the South Stair and walked its Spiral. He also wants to examine her with the Pattern Lens, but certainly not here, in the Chamber of the Spiral of the South Wind. He considers contacting Fiona to find out what she might have done to Tesa during their Trump conversation. He also needs to investigate Bob's 'new' and/or revised Directives and attempt to figure out how to undo what was done, restore the previous directives and prevent it from happening again. Realmer exhales slowly, controlling his breathing and heart rate, maintaining perfect posture, his eyes remain closed. He takes a moment to consider who should walk the Spiral of the South Wind next, if anyone. Though Fort would be a logical first choice, Realmer is still a bit unsure about him, his agendas and his loyalties. But based on past loyalty alone, Tesa, Carston or Gangdis should be first... but Tesa was problematic for several reasons, especially at the moment... Carston had just walked the West Wind, his reward from King Julian, and still needed to learn Sorcery, so an additional Imprint would currently be superfluous. So it would fall to Gangdis, should he be able, willing and interested; he has certainly earned it, even though he was 'assigned' by the Crown and did sneak off for awhile... but Realmer did ditch him as well, though not intentionally. And even if Gangdis doesn't learn Sorcery or Magery, the Imprint will still be useful, but only IF he is able... another thing to investigate soon. And perhaps he could also use the offer of an Imprint as a pre-reward to earn loyalty within Clan Kalota... Datarik would be the logical first choice there... and maybe one or two of the Sorcerers from the Clan as well, as a start. And he was quite sure there would be those already here in the South that he would need to pre-reward to ensure their loyalty to him as the new South Wind. Realmer finishes the deep exhale, draining his lungs of air, he holds his breath for a few seconds, still his eyes remain closed. He knows his first priority is to secure the South Stair Spiral and he knows he must do it soon... everything else can wait until afterwards. He will have to deal with Tesa and Bob soon after that, assuming another bigger problem doesn't manifest first. Perhaps talking to Fiona before dealing with Tesa might be more helpful. Then the matter of securing and keeping the two Towers, meeting with the local officials of the South, gathering local forces for the coming battle with Shaxta, then preparations for the coming of the Flowing Horde. And still he needs to train Tesara in her Powers and/or get her an Instructor more suited to her newly emerging Powers. And he promised to train Julian in the further use of Magic and the Powers of his Imprint of the Spiral of the Four Winds. Plus, he still needs to get some training of his own, in his newly unlocked Fey Powers... though some of them have already seemed to have manifested, he needs to know more about them and how to control and use them. Realmer breathes in deeply but more normally, exhales normally, then inhales in that way that signifies he is about to speak. He opens his eyes and first glances to Fort then looks at Dorna and Tesa... time to be a Leader and make some of those hard choices. He looks Tesara directly in the eyes, deeply into her eyes, and says: “Tesa, it would be a really good idea for you to stay with Dorna. And a really, really good idea for you to do what she tells you. OK?” Then he looks Dorna in the eyes, though not so intently. “Dorna; keep Tesara by your side and keep her safe until I get a couple more things sorted out, then we will get her sorted out. Take her outside the Tower and meet up with Carston and Gangdis, I'll be out shortly.” Realmer waits until Dorna and Tesara have left the Mosaic Chamber and are on their way down the Stair before speaking with Fort. “Fort; for the time being, I want to leave Tesara 'as is'; I'm not sure what happened to her between the time I left for Vulsara and now, other than her Trump conversation with Fiona, and I'd hate to undo the 'pinch' on her Psyche, which I believe to be Fiona's work, just to find out she has been 'programmed' by someone to do something nefarious. And also for the time being, I don't want anybody else walking this Spiral and this Chamber is off limits to everyone; we will discuss why later. First, I need you to use Wayfinder to find the South Stair; according to Julian, it's nearby in another hollow Ironwood and since I have the Key, he said it shouldn't fight me like this one did. Take half the Bards and Venki with you, leave the other half of the Bards here to guard this Tower for the time being, I'll be leaving Carston and the Adagalasck Elites as well; I'll get some replacements for all of them soon. Once I secure the South Stair and walk its Spiral, I will want to confer with you regarding the current issues of Tesa and Bob and may want your help in the fixing of those things, as it were.” He sighs deeply then nods his head. “Go find me that Tower, Fort; I'll be along very soon.” Once Fort is on his way down the Stair, Realmer will bring up the Spiral of the Four Winds and look around the Chamber for anything out of the ordinary; secret or hidden doors, magical auras, etc., before leaving. Once on the Stair, Realmer will attempt to seal the Chamber by concentrating on the Sigil before him and willing the chamber to seal. Then he will examine the inside of the Tower and the Steps through the Sigil Lens as he makes his way down to the bottom, gathering whatever information he can as he goes. Once outside, Realmer will attempt to 'set the defenses' of the Tower Stair and seal the door, all with the Sigil still up and by force of will. *'''Michael James Watson''' The Spiral seems accepting of its new master.. It seems to want to talk about the wide lands is sends its breezes over. Understanding its method of communication will take time though. So much of it is imagery, lighting, angle.. It does not seem conversational, yet. Time seems slow when talking to it somehow and its a curious feeling.. He feels the forces outside as part of nature like a wave or a hard rain. Part of him feels that an hour passes but the Spiral is busy greeting him. A trump come and Fort looks out, "I have the Stair. The lullaby league has split up to pursue different target groups. I've dispatched three tailed Dragonkin among the Orcs. There are a collection of Trolls. Other then that we have fields of sleeping Orcs. The Fey are trying to surrender to me, and sadly that will make them worship me.. I have connections to Fey back home and its effecting these. We can sort that out later. I feel my mate in the realm. Not near, but here. Dorna and Tesa are in the mix somewhere. Clusters of the Dragonkin must be immune to sleep magics. Other then all that, all goes well on the southern front, le Généralissime." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Good to hear, better than I expected. Hold on for a moment, Fort... and don't let the Fey surrender to you; I'll be there shortly and they can surrender to me" Realmer says. Then he turns his attention back to the Spiral and he attempts to communicate via mental images of him leaving the Tower via Trump Transport, then the interior of the Tower returning to its previous furniture cluttered state and the door closing and sealing. And then an image of Realmer returning after a passage of time. "Thank you. I will return later" he says to the Spiral. "Fort, pull me through" Realmer says as he focuses his attention back on the Trump Contact. Upon arrival he makes a quick assessment of the surroundings. ====<big>Stone Trolls & Troll Stones</big>==== *'''Michael James Watson''' Realmer feels a warm wind smelling of honeysuckle surround him and he is standing beside Fort. A sense of satisfaction fills Realmer that he knows is not his emotion. There is a sense of a overly devoted extremely large animal unaware of its size. Fort nods, and steps back. Ahead are thousands of creatures of all discriptions; elves brownies, nixies pixies and other creatures of the Fey. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer stands tall, his Bone and Vine Staff in his left hand, the Kalota Clan Blade clearly hanging from his left hip, and his pair of NP Daggers plainly on his belt. He Casts a Low Order Magery Spell of the 1st level: Sound Amplification upon himself to amplify his voice so all can clearly hear him without him having to raise his voice. "Denizens of the South, I am the Arch Mage Relmopator Barimen, Master of the South Wind and Lord of Fire. I am the son of Satura and Hagalta, the Grandson of Verna the Primal Adask and Dworkin of Amber and Chaos." "Emiliesa, whom you all know as Queen Titiana and her husband Caine, whom you know as Oberon, have had a great fight and he has left this Realm for his home in Amber. Emiliesa lost her Love Bond with her husband, the Bond with some of her People... possibly some here now, and she lost control over the South Wind and is currently raging across the Realm in anger and despair." "I came here to claim the South Wind, which I have done, claim the Leadership of the lands of the South Wind and bring stability to the Region. And to warn and prepare the denizens of the South for a battle coming to your, to our lands, even now. War Chief Krelat of the Odaraxta Clan Shaxta comes here to kill anyone that gets in his way of trying to claim the South Wind... and he has already crossed into the lands of the South Wind; this I have seen." "I already have the support of King Julian, the Master of the West Wind and Lord of Stone, Lord Trualta the Master of the East Wind and Lord of Air, and the Odaraxta Banner Lord; Xorit of Clan Trixta. Clan Kalota is already on the way to the South, as well as other Clans of the Odaraxta, to help with the problem that is Clan Shaxta." "I ask for your fealty, your loyalty and your help with the coming battle with Clan Shaxta. I will be meeting with representatives from each of the Peoples and Clans of the South Wind shortly." Realmer cancels the Sound Amplification and turns to talk to Fort. "I need to secure this Stair before I do anything else. Then we can look into Tesa and Bob, then begin greeting the long procession of representatives, and then workout some other plans." Realmer moves to the door of the Tower and removes the Key from within his Robe. *'''Michael James Watson''' "Hold Wind Lord of the South." A centaur for woman prances forward, armed for war. with bow and spear.". We acknowledge you as Wind Lord. We came to deny the wind to the foul Orkind. But the stair holds our people. The dark one may strip the powers from the wild queen but he can not take that we have freely given. Our oath and pledge. Stay the stair till the field is secure and words maybe given. If you break the seal, we shall know more of you then just great names. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer stops and turns around then nods to the centaur woman. He listens to her words and considers her request. "I will honor your request, Warrior; my forces will help secure the field of battle before I attend to the Stair. This is my Second in Command; Fortunadas, my Military Advisor; Sir Gangdis and the King's Military Advisor; Sir Carston." Realmer points to each as he introduces them. "If you could advise us of the current military situation, the number and types of forces on both sides and your name, that would be a great start" Realmer says with a sincere and pleasant smile and a nod of his head to the centaur warrior woman. *'''Michael James Watson''' She steps back, "My war leaders will confer with yours. The foe seems in hand to the song of peace but one must be sure." She canters over to fort, goes to her knees and lowers her head to the ground before him. Fort steps back, "No! Do not say it! I take no fealty today. As the Wind Lord hears you and pauses, so should you refrain from actions not easily taken back. Give me no cause to regret coming among you and yours, Great Lady." She rises, looks at Fort seriously, then to Realmer, then back, "We shall bide for the day. Be clear soon, Oath Keeper." She waves and several elves on Centaur back come forward. One of the elves says, "The Orc klans seen calmed and the one who heard not the song fled. Save the Stone Trolls. A branch of a hundred come from the east. They will not fall to the song of Peace as the Oath Keeper knows. He bears mighty stones so he has fought them before." Fort, "How many is a branch?" A centaur says, "10 branches of 5 and 12 Bonded groups of 3." Fort and Carston look at each other. Carston says, "Could they truly be Stone bearers?" Venki floats over as if he is pushed by winds, his fingers lightly tapping the strings of the magnificent harp. The Centaurs and elves all start to bow but stop at a hand sign from their leader. Venki says, "Hey, there is a crapton of Stone Trolls coming from the east! We can't effect them musically of course. Any one have any spare atomic weapons with them?" Fort runs a hand over his forehead and a flap of skin fades away. a 4 colored stone appears and a 5 color beside it, each an inch across. Venki reveals a 5 color stone and an Orc bard with him reveals 5 single color stones. Fort says, "Venki would not mistake them. Not since Paradox fallen have we fought Stone Trolls. To find them here is ... unfortunate. These beasts are massive, house sized, and immune to blunt weapons, damn hard to hurt with edge weapons, and are immune to nearly all magics. They will channel powerful elemental attacks; lightning, fire, cold, concussions with stones, clouds of acid." *'''Michael James Watson''' One of the Centaurs says, "Acid and lightning we believe. The beasts are known in the south." Fort nods. Venki says, "Swell. Ready regeneration magic. Fort, it may be blade work for you and I since we are immune to those attacks. Grezik too, Wind Lord, many common protections against acid and lightning may fail against these. Think of other stratagems." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' He nods his head pauses a moment and taps his chin with the index finger of his right hand, his head tilting slightly to the left, the look in his eyes is far away. "We could use Levitation, Reverse Gravity, and/or Whirlwind type Magics to get them off the ground to take away some of their combat effectiveness... perhaps we could even Summon some Air Elementals if needed." His eyes narrow and his brows lower and knit as slight smile hits his lips. "Heavy gusts of wind could be used to blow the acid clouds away from our troops and back onto the Stone Trolls, not that it would affect them, I'm certain. We could also use simple chemistry to counter the effects of the acid by using a strong alkaline substance, a liquid or power would be most effective I think, once someone is exposed... mostly as a triage thing, but it might help." His eyes widen as he has a sudden thought. "A great metal and/or magical lightning rod could be placed on the field of battle to draw away some or all of the lightning attacks... Orrrrr... one of you whom is immune to their lightning might have to act as that Lightning Rod; attracting the electrical attacks to keep them from the other more vulnerable troops... just a wild thought." Realmer shrugs his shoulders, then he looks contemplative again, strokes his chin a moment then asks generally of those assembled, but mostly Fort and Venki: "When you say 'immune to nearly all magics', are you talking Low or High Order Magics? And does that include Magic Weapons as well as Spells? And what type of Magics or Spells might affect them? I'm guessing the standard stone affecting spells, such as; Stone to Flesh, Rock to Mud, Passwall, etc.... would be ineffective? What about a Disintegrate Spell?" Then Realmer smiles broadly and says, "You also mentioned that only edged weapons have an effective, perhaps I have the perfect sword for the job." Realmer has his Robe deliver the 'Sword of Colossal Excavation' from a pocket within, to his outstretched right hand, via a wide pocket opening on the lower edge of the right sleeve; the sword is still sheathed. Realmer releases the Bone and Vine Staff with his left hand, but it does not fall, and then the draws the Sword to show its wide and unusually long rectangular blade to all present. *'''Michael James Watson''' Venki and Fort laugh. Fort says," Carston, take the excavation blade.Venki has one too. I suspect Wayfinder will function on them. Stone trolls be bound to the earth. Won't fall, won't be torn from in. I saw one using A tree as a weapon" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Can they be bargained with? Reasoned with? Are they even capable of reason or are they mindless brutes? Are they susceptible to mind affecting magics, such as High Order Compellings?" *'''Michael James Watson''' Venki says, with a lilting musical quality to his voice that make people tap their feet rhythmically unconsciously when he talks, "They are not very social creatures, more forces of nature. They echoed the ur-vile in that they had greater intellect in groups with the one at the tip of the wedge having control of the movement on the mass. If the tip is slain the intellect and guiding light goes to another rather then be extinguissssed. Alalaldadalalaldalaaqada!" Fort says, "Though...Tolknor used assumption magic against them at the Battle of the Gorge. I wonder if High Compellings of A High Order would work?" Gangdis says, "You two talked blades, lets talk numbers. How many are we talking about and how soon? 10 branches of 5 and 12 Bonded groups of 3? How does that mean they are arrayed? " He holds the excavation blade as if eager for its use, like holding an item of legend. The Centaur commander says. "10 groups of 5 in a wedge. 12 bonded groups of 3, 1 and 2 behind. Casualties will be high, and soon." Venki and Fort look at each other, but Venki sings the question, "Classic. Can they be here? Stone Trolls? Sky Wedges? Graboids? Maybe Ur-viles?" Fort says, "Break the bonded groups. They will fire in unison. The branches will fire independently with the tip directing them. Lady commander, if we can, scatter them rather then try and fight them. Wind Lord, your idea for high compelling is sound. Beyond that if the wind can move them scatter them, Keep them away from buildings. Crumbling structures, loose stone heals them." Carston says, "The legends of the worldly speak of Great Zatonic throwing them." Venki laughs musically, "Yes! He grabbed them manfully and through them high into the air, to be taken by flyers to great hights. Time to fall distances from the wedges." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer nods his head up and down slowly, a look on his face that Fort and Carston recognize from their time on Adledross and Gangdis recognizes from their time traveling; a look that says he has an idea... perhaps even a plan. "Before any attacks or scattering attempts are made, I'd like to try my Compellings first; if the first set works the second set is sure to and we may not have to fight them at all and I may gain some powerful allies. And since they are a collective intelligence lead by the Tip, then it would stand to reason that I should direct my Compellings at the Tip and if the Compellings are successful they could affect all of them." "If the Compellings fail, I have a powerful combination of High Order Spells I would like to try against them... it may or may not damage them initially, but it might make them more susceptible to damage from physical attacks. Since the 12 bonded groups of 3 will attack in concerted efforts, I will direct the most damaging part of my Spell combo upon them." "However, I will need the field of battle cleared of Friendly Forces before I try either. Once the Fireball detonates, send in the Forces in to Attack and Scatter the Stone Trolls." "Before I leave to meet the Tip of the Branch, I have two Spells to bestow upon any and all that will on be the battle field; an Improved Bodily Defense initially designed on Adledross to defend against Elemental Energy Attacks from Dufiro; such as fire, extreme heat & extreme cold, lightning, and with a small tweak, I can include acid... should only take a minute or so. The second is a Haste Spell; doubles movement speeds, attack speeds and rates of fire for thrown and fired weapons... non-firearms. Each lasts about an hour." Realmer brings up the Pattern and goes to the Bodily Defense Spell Hanging there and makes the necessary adjustments, including changing it to area of effect, then he targets the best spot to get as many to the troops as possible, including himself and his Team, then focuses on the Mandalay Stones which boost High Order Magics before resetting the Lynchpins. Then he drops the Pattern, focuses on his Ring and resets the Lynchpins on the Haste Spell Racked within, also boosted by the Stones and also effecting as many as possible. Realmer floats about a foot of the ground using his Robe of Flight and as he hovers he looks over everyone then looks to his Team. "Any advice before I fly off... possibly to my death?" He chuckles with a smile, but the smile does look slightly grim. *'''Michael James Watson''' Venki looks at Fort, "We can't hold the haste spell, can we? And Wind Lord, fire based attacks may not effect them." Fort says, "Skip the haste for the Tosians. Myself, Venki, the Lullaby league. pity sleep won't work on them. Be prepared for the compelling to work on one then have the guiding intellect leave it. These creatures were created for fighting wizards, if they be truly stone trolls. But take the ones that it works on. Make them walk always from battle rather then try turning them. Their own magical attacks won't effect them. Carston says, "The haste won't effect me?" Fort says, "Carston, my friend, you were not one of the front rankers in the Paradox wars. You aren't addicted to spice. You didn't take the urvile haste potions. Your might came after we arrived in Amber and you took service with Lord Realmer. You don't have to concentrate on walking and talking slowly like some of us do." Fort says to Realmer, "Haste the rest. The protections can't hurt. Then fly, Wind Lord" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer looks to Venki: "I would agree that a regular Fireball would have no effect on these Stoney Monstrosities, great and wise Bard, but it is Elemental Fire I will be hitting them with... or something very nearly Elemental... or even Primal, perhaps. Plus, it is not the Fire itself I am hoping will damage them, it is the extreme cold and then the combination of extreme cold followed by extreme heat that I am hoping with affect them. It's my intent to launch a Deep Freeze Spell first, lowering the temperature in the area of effect, and all within, to Absolute Zero... then end the effect and launch the Elemental Fireball upon the Bonded Groups in the rear. I'm hoping that the extreme cold will weaken them all enough to make them more vulnerable to physical attack... and that the shock of one extreme temperature to the other on the Bonded Groups may actually damage them... perhaps making them even more vulnerable to physical attacks." Still floating a foot off the ground, Realmer turns to look out to the gathered Fey Warriors, making eye contact with many before slowly rising higher in the air, then shouting in a very loud voice: "ALLOW MY MAGIC TO PROTECT YOU!" He pauses, then releases the Improved Bodily Defense Spell upon the gathered horde. "ALLOW MY MAGIC TO ENHANCE YOU!" He pauses again then release the Haste Spell upon the Horde, excluding Fort, Venki and the Snooze Squad. "WHEN THE FIREBALL CLEARS, MOVE OUT! ANY STONE TROLLS THAT WANDER AWAY FROM BATTLE ARE NOT TO BE ATTACKED." A slight pause as he looks upon their faces and rises higher into the air... words of wisdom from Rasak come to mind: (actually, part of the below is paraphrasing Sun Tzu in RL) "'ON OPEN GROUND, KEEP A VIGILANT EYE ON OUR DEFENSES.' FIGHT EFFECTIVELY!" Realmer flies off to the East, at a height above the ground of about 50 feet giving him the opportunity to search the land below and far out ahead more effectively. ~Bob, I know you're out there somewhere; I may need you and your powers at a moments notice, but until then, keep watch over Tesara and keep her safe.~ The Wind Lord of the South continues flying East heading for the Stone Trolls; his plans set, his spells ready, his Staff in his left hand, his other weapons at his belt. It is time to test his mettle, test his magic and perhaps even test his metal. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer brings up the Sigil of the Pattern, a Lens before him, some of his most powerful Spells Hanging upon it. He takes a moment to check the first two Spells to be tried against these Stoney Monstrosities and adjust their Lynchpins for faster Casting. First, the Friendly Compellings attempting to get as many as possible from the front to the back. [Compellings; Friendly: This Spell releases a set of completed Compellings urging strong feelings of Friendliness and Friendship upon one or more Beings. The first part of the Spell includes a mental image of Relmopator, followed by the Compellings. Any Being with a mind capable of understanding can be Compelled to be Friendly to the Caster of this Spell, in this case, Relmopator. Most Compellings require an hour of focused Will to be effective and long-term, but Realmer poured two hours into each Compelling of the Friendly package listed below. Friendly Compellings Package: (7) Relmopator isn't a threat to me, I don't want to hurt Relmopator, Relmopator is my friend, I am Relmopator's friend, I like Relmopator, I believe Relmopator likes me too, Relmopator respects me.] Then, if the first set of Compellings are effective, Realmer will follow it up with the Loyalty Compellings upon the same group. [Compellings; Loyalty: This Spell releases a set of completed Compellings urging strong feelings of Loyalty and Trust upon one or more Beings to be under Realmer's command. The first part of the Spell includes a mental image of Relmopator, followed by the Compellings. Any Being with a mind capable of understanding can be Compelled to be Loyal to the Caster of this Spell, in this case, Relmopator. Most Compellings require an hour of focused Will to be effective and long-term, but Realmer poured three full hours into each Compelling of the Loyalty package listed below. Standard Loyalty Compellings Package: (7) I trust Relmopator, I respect Relmopator, I believe in Relmopator's ideals and goals, I am loyal to Relmopator first and foremost, I will obey Relmopator's commands first and foremost and without hesitation, I will protect Relmopator first and foremost unless ordered by Relmopator otherwise, I will use any and all of my abilities and powers in the performance of my duties and to carry out commands.] Without dropping the Sigil of the Pattern, Realmer focuses his attention back to the land before and below him, readying for the Stone Trolls, hoping to see their power and weakness through the Lens of the Pattern before the Spells must be released. *'''Michael James Watson''' Coming over the rise flying south he sees the force moving rapidly to the towers. Massive of body at 50', muscles looking carved from granite. They have no external genitalia and crude facial features that don't seem functional either. They move in exquisite concert. In their foreheads are a glowing stone the size of a basketball. They seem on a direct course for the Stair. Looking on them with the pattern lens he sees great lines of magical energy connecting them to each other but also leading deep into the earth. As they move he thinks the lines might connect to the center of the world of Adagalasck's core. Behind him he hears Fort, flying. "Yep.. Those are the fuckers. Acid and Lightning. Look, do anything you like. I have to fight them. If Wayfinder can't cut them I'll pull out. Don't take too long. The Colossal Excavation blades chew these things up good. It's yet to be seen what pattern blades can do to them. If the compellings don't work, don't linger. Someone will be guiding them. Their magic will connect to the trolls at the base, at the center of the world. Their force comes from pulling all the natural forces of the planet. Their orchestrator will be pushing his control through the connection at the core of the world.. I hadn't expected these beasts. I may have to leave Adagalask to go to Tosa and collect a few tools to use if this shitbirds are going to be around. CHAD has about a thousand excavation blades and Alex has a few thousand more. I'm going to raid his supplies and he can bitch me out later. Asking for them would just make him want to come. Bad enough im going to get a couple experts while i'm at it. A warrior, and an artificer. Good luck!" Fort dives down, blade out for battle. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer's shock at seeing the massive Stone Trolls causes his eyes to widen and his mouth to drop open. The Arch Robe Godfried the First senses Realmer's shock and slows its flight speed. As Realmer studies the Stone Trolls and their power connections through the Pattern Lens his mouth drops open even further and his Robe slows their flight speed a bit more. "By the Powers of the Universe!" he exclaims aloud. When Fort catches up and begins relaying information, Realmer listens intently but still continues to stare at the Stone Trolls and their incredible power connections to one another and the Land itself. Realmer has never seen anything quite like this before; even the Earth Elementals of Oerth were nothing compared to what he is seeing now. And their connection to the land, to the world's core is just astounding... but knowing that someone or something is controlling them is even more concerning to Realmer. He shakes his head slightly to clear away the shock and amazement, he focuses his mind back on the task at hand and then dives in close, but not too close. He focuses his mind through the Mandalay Stones to amplify his Psyche and boost the power of the Magical Spells. He releases his Friendly Compellings upon the main body of the Stone Troll horde as he flies by. Then he circles back and releases his Loyalty Compellings upon the same group. "Loyal Followers; leave the main group and await my instructions!" Realmer calls out to the Stone Trolls after the Compelling Spells have been released. He flies by and circles back again, flying at them head on as he prepares to launch his next Spell Combo. *'''Michael James Watson''' Realmer feels his compelling slip off the trolls like oil, leaving a stain but no effect. However he senses the compellings running down the power trail to the earth's core and out to the controlling power. It flutters and he feels it briefly cause a distraction in the controlling entity. The 2 of the unified bands separate into 6 individuals. The 50 in the branches turn and focus lighting bursts filling the air around Realmer, bashing into him like an avalanche, reaming him with surrounding abrasive acids like to melt flesh. He feels the regeneration power of Satura's ring rush to heal him as his skin is scoured. He feels his bones exposed in place by direct electrical energy rushing from the core of the planet, and the acid tearing chunks off him as the lighting breaks it lose. He feels the purple mandalay stone surging to keep him together and he feels himself torn apart. He feels himself wrapped in winds as the spiral reaches out to protect its new Lord. Realmer feels pain unrivaled. without thought he puls the Kalota blade in the middle of the acid lightning nightmare and sees a portion of the lightning running into it and sparkling around the place. The whole attack took just a moment but he feels like years of pain was pushed into that moment. Falling, he feels the blade granting free falls so that he lands on his feet. Fort is where he lands, Throwing his arms around him, as the second wave of lighting strikes him in the back. Realmer gets a fraction of the attack in the second blast but hears Fort screaming in anger and joy. He screams..."WE KILL ONE NOW AT ALL COSTS!!!!!!!! YOU NEED ITS STONE!!!!!!!KILL ONE THEN FLEE!!!" He turns, his fine clothes destroyed leaving only bare unharmed skin and magical items, He wades into a group of three grabbing one ant slamming Wayfinder against it as the others turn and fire lightening at him. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer releases a High Order Disintegrate Spell upon the closest stone troll. If that does not work he will use his Clan Blade in an attempt to kill the creature and secure its Stone. *'''Michael James Watson''' The disintegrate hits one near the one Fort picked to attack. He sees the beast crumble into sand, not the elimination he had expected. He sees the sand combining in moments but a flash of reasoning makes him think it might take a few minutes to reassemble. Wind comes to his mind, almost unbidden and blows hard on the falling pile of sand.. scattering it and making the minutes to reassemble become hours. In the pile he sees a glowing stone hot as near molten glass. Fort rains blows in a flurry that shows just how many attacks he can get in a round if not restrained by the arbitrary masters of Adledross. Realmer is reminded that for all his magic and bardic chatter he was a quad, so he grew to power as a fighter as much as anything. He sees the chunks Fort strikes off fall to the ground and start slithering back into place as he takes another round to hack more off. He reaches up and pushes his hand into a rocky crevice carved by the blade in its head and strikes a quarter of the head off, including the stone. When the stone is pulled away the troll crumbles to gravel. Realmer sees that and reaches to grab the molten stone. Pulling it from the sand, the sand stops moving and lays like dirt. Fort turns, grabbing realmer to his chest and launches into the air. The next Electrical attacks, several rounds of bursts all hitting him mainly but tearing at Realmer in places Fort's small body can't block. Fort flies fast. The stone trolls only minutes away as he lands back at the Stair. He looks to Venki, "It will have to be you. Relmopator and Carston. We have two stones. Venki looks in horror at Fort. “No!! NO!!!! Call my father! Call Digan!!!! They have the talent for it! I've only done it a few times! You do it!!!!” Fort says, “We don't have time to call and explain it and have them take their time getting here. And I need to keep them in place and you know it!!! So, suck it up, my sweet Lord of Song and Wind. I'll hold them down. You cut.“ Carston looks at Fort, “Wait! I didn't volunteer for tha....” he stops as Fort puts his full attention on him. He steps up and helps Carston to the ground, sitting astraddle on his chest, holding his head in both hands, putting the basketball sized stone on Carston's chest, between his own knees. Venki steps up with a angry weeping look on his face. Pulling a small short knife he falls with his knees on either side of Carston's head. He says, ”First stone-Left position...” He slams the knife hard in the the left side of the forehead, and with a twist, takes an inch of skull out, exposing the brain. Carston's fear and pain is controlled by Fort but is felt by all those present watching the operation. The Centaur leader is wide-eyed seeing something out of ancient legend before her eyes. The Master of Song and Wind takes the troll stone and places the giant thing on the new hole soothing it with a whispered melody of acceptance and harmony. It immediately shrinks to fill the gap in the skull. Venki then surrounds him with healing magic as the stone connects to the brain. Fort mentally releases Carston who screams in pain. Fort leans back, pulling Carston to a seated position with Fort sitting over his legs. He holds his head, turning it to face upwards, “Carston...Hear me.. Think at me.. You have a itch on your forehead.. You have no hands. Itch that bitch with all your thoughts...” Carston screams and a bolt of acidy lightning shoots a yard into the air, dripping green around the bright white electricity. Venki says, “Its a start.. But the protections are the important thing right now.” Fort stands, leaving Carston to fall limp to the ground, panting. He looks to Realmer and the basketball sized stone in his hands, “Next.” *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer watches what Fort and Venki do to Carston with the interest level and clinical Detachment of a surgeon watching another surgeon at work. Where others may be cringing or squirming at what is happening to him, Realmer observes the process without showing any apparent emotions. Realmer clutches the Troll Stone to his chest and lays down on the ground while looking Fort in the eyes. He takes a deep breath, grits his teeth and says "DO IT!" Then he prepares for the extreme pain. *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort straddles his chest and slams his Psyche into Realmer's. Oddly, with this direct assault, Realmer feels that he and Fort are evenly matched in Psyche. Letting Fort in he feels his body controlled as he looks up in to Venki's eyes ,looking into his own. "First stone-Left position..." After that is pain. His body is already shredded from the lightning and acid in it and he can feel the acid digging away at his flesh. The frontal skull opening is just another piece of ongoing excruciating pain. Suddenly he feels like he is riding lightning. Electrical contacts across his body. He smells the sour scent of acid ruining meat. Then the pain from the lightning and acid disappears. The pain in the head remains but the difference takes his breath away. He feels himself sat up, held againts Fort. in his mind he hears; "Realmer.. you saw Carston. You have an itch on your forehead and you have no hands. Think at the itch as hard as you can." When he does he feels a sense of electricity coming from all over his body to his mind. A scent of the bile, puss, and digestive juices and contents flowing out his nose. He thinks and a feeling like a satisfying fart erupts, like a migraine instantly going away. Venki says, "Nice! Nice control. thats about 40 meters.. He'll get it quick but the protections are in now.. Get some healing in him. Fort slips back, smiling a little too flirtatious a smile, "That was quite a shot you fired.. So manly...Listen to my song. You won't sleep. Carston; get the blade and get to the front, damn your hide. Scowl at me later. Venki; go with him. They will be here in moments. He used a Disintegrate spell from a high order frame. Stone Trolls are going to hate that. Madam Centaur; you and your forces follow them, herd the Trolls to them till Realmer and I can get there. We will need 5 minutes." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer gets to his feet slowly, rolls his head around as though he is stretching out his neck then rolls his shoulders, then his entire body shutters for a moment. "Wow, that was excruciating. Fort, when I attempted to lay the compellings upon the stone trolls I could tell that they were being controlled through lines of force coming from the core of this world. I felt someone or something at that core controlling the stone trolls. A mind of some sort. Perhaps we can use that to our advantage. Maybe if we were to combine our psychic might and attempt a Mind Touch to that mind at the core through the lines of energy going through the trolls perhaps we can stop this whole process and gain control of the trolls or at least stop the controlling mind and get them to scatter more easily." *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort looks at Venki who nods, "Ok, do we have time to call Zatonic and Digan now?" Fort shakes his head. "Go start the fight. I'll use one of the priority summons on Zatonic and Geata. Realmer, do you have anymore disintegrates hung?" He pulls out a deck of cards, pealing off one from the top. The face is blank. "Zatonic and Geata." Moments later a gigantic man, though not a titan like Alexander, but a massivly muscled man, and a small angry looking woman arrive. They are holding large chunks of meat. Clearly they were disturbed in a meal. THe man looks and says, "Fort, this better be important. I was busy." Fort says, "Relmopator, this is Duke Zatonic and his charming wife Duchess Geata. This is Relmopator of Amber. We are in Adagalasck. Realmer here just got that stone in his head." Geata says, "There are Stone Trolls here?" Fort nods. Zat smiles. "Arm up then. Boots and saddles." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer bows his head respectfully to the new arrivals. "Duke Zatonic. Duchess Geata. Well Met and welcome. Your assistance is greatly appreciated and shall be rewarded." Realmer turns to Fort. "Unfortunately, that was the only Disintegrate Spell I had Hung; if I had more time to.........." Realmer trails off, a distant look in his eyes. Then a sly smile slowly spreads across his face. Then his smiles disappears and his eyebrows go up, then the smile returns. "Bob." He says, drawing out the name. "He can Disintegrate; a power of one of his eye stalks.... he can use it several times per day... though it is not quite a powerful as my Spell; he couldn't disintegrate them completely, but certainly their head, freeing the Stone from the body and making it easier to snatch up. Give me a few moments." Realmer focuses his Psyche and reaches out for his Familiar. ~Bob; I need you and Tesara at my side, now.~ Without waiting for a reply, Realmer redirects his Psyche to the Spiral of the South Wind, the Consciousness that seems eager to please. He exudes gratitude for the assistance with the Stone Troll battle. ~Thank you~ he thinks in words. Then Realmer thinks in images to the Spiral, showing himself disappearing from this place in the Main Realm and then Realmer reappearing in another Realm, doing many things very quickly, showing the passage of time moving very fast, and then an image of Realmer reappearing back in the same spot in the Main Realm and barely a minute has passed. ~Can you do this?~ he thinks in words. ~Respond in words, if you can, but do not make happen what I just requested~ *'''Michael James Watson''' Zatonic nods, appearing two mauls with barrel heads the size of barrels. Geata withdraws a bastard sword as tall as she is running with wicked runes and a large portion of an inscription he is sure is the pattern of York. On each of their foreheads appear from hiding, a collection of stone troll jewels. Realmer thinks of stories Fort has told and remembers that Geata's full name was Geata Rockbreaker. Fort says,"That way.Find Sir Carston Brak." Zat says,"Sir Carston? I think I had a drink with him once. Come along, dear. Plenty of rocks over this way." Fort chuckles. "I doubt Bob's disintegrate will have the juice but can't hurt to try." Bob and Tesara arrive. The spiral doesn't speak but feel companionable. When you think of the idea of a fast time place it eagerly provides several, one that seems like a minute here might be a week there. It shows him exactly which stairs in its companion tower they are on. It questions why you have not claimed the stair? *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer shows the Spiral an image of the Stone Trolls killing all the people here, if he had gone to claim the Stair; he conveys great sorrow at the loss. Then he shows the destruction of the Towers by the Stone Trolls. ~I must stop them first, before claiming the Stair.~ He shows an image of him fighting the Stone Trolls to protect the people and the Towers. "Bob, Tesa; excellent. Tesa remain here and guard the Tower but do not enter. Bob, you're coming with me, into battle. Let's find out if you can Disintegrate a Stone Troll." He turns to Fort: "You said you needed five minutes with me, so... what's the plan? You are certainly more experienced with fighting these Creatures than I, so I defer to your wisdom." *'''Michael James Watson''' Realmer feels a warm wind and something connected to the stone trolls that amounts to being told to have fun and be home soon. Bob floats over ready for battle. Fort says, "You felt the controlling agent through their link? Don't try to wrest control from it. Controlling them will take hours to do and years to do well. Torch the mind. When you feel it draw hard on me, ill push my psych to you and drag Venki and the Lullaby League's as well. Don't try compelling. Try burning it down. Someone went to great effort to get these beasts here. Vargus could control thousands. Jeremy controlled 50 Dozen of different combinations at the Battle of the Gorge. 50 wedges of 12 of the brutes. I was able to raise 3, once. We don't know how many might be coming. Hit hard and hot, leave a brain dead corpse at the other end. Savvy?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer nods his head. "Yes, I felt the Mind that is controlling the Stone Trolls... It faltered slightly when I tried the Compellings. And thank you for advising against attempting compellings and controlling; I was going to try both. So the plan is to attack and destroy the mind of the Controlling Force. Once we are in range I will attempt the Mind Touch Spell. Be prepared to assist at my signal and we will slam our Psyches into the Mind of the Controlling Force like a hot sword into the heart of an enemy." "Bob, your job is to protect us from physical attack while we mentally attack the trolls' Controller. Disintegrate any that attempt to attack us. Since your power is not as significant as my own, aim for the head." Realmer turns to those that are still close by. "Once a Stone is freed from the body of a Stone Troll, snatch it up quickly, so the creature cannot regenerate and reform. Let's move out before they get too close to the Towers." *'''Michael James Watson''' Bob says, "Got it, boss!" Realmer flies up to see the battle. Zatonic and Geata are battering the Branch groups. Venki and the Orc Bard with Carston and breaking the 3 troll teams. The electric acid bursts rushing over them harmlessly though spectacularly. Zatonic's rearden armor flowing over him like a metal snake. The centaur and the warrior group with her are dodging around the blasts of lightning and acid leaping up to kick at the trolls. They are taking terrible damage but are managing to keep rock particles from returning to heal the trolls. Seeing Venki he is assured that how ever fey and nervous the thrice crown bard is he can also fight. His excavation blade chunks trolls each strike. The lullaby leauge stands out of the way, playing music to encourage the battle. Realmer sees two look up and nod preparedness to him. After determining that his disintigrate ability does not effect them, Bob waits till he sees Zatonic chunk a stone to the ground. As Zat moves to another the gravel tries gathering around the stone. Bon pops in and takes the stone and blinks away. THe rock stills once distance is achieved. The battle continues. As the Centaurs see Bob's effort they change tactics to run near the heros and grab the stones when they are knocked loose. One great blast hits the Centaur commander she cradles a stone against her chest as she crawls clear of battle. Realmer feels Fort beside him in the air. He presses his psyche into Realmer as he draws his blade and descends. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer descends as well, flying alongside Fort, keeping him close. He clutches his Clan Blade in his right hand and his Bone and Vine Staff in his left. He brings the Pattern to mind once again and looks through its Lens at the collection of trolls, focusing on the Lines of Force that connect them and continue on through to the core of the world. He focuses his Psyche upon those connections and those lines going back to the world's core and he releases his Mind Touch Spell he has Hung upon the Pattern. The moment he feels that the spell is successful and he has reached the controlling mind he screams at the top of his lungs, "NOW!!!!!", and awaits the rush of Psychic Energy from his companions. He forces his Psyche deep into that of the controlling mind like a hot metal wedge, burning through any defenses. Once he has breached the mind's defenses he will bore in deep and begin destroying the Mind Within with furious anger and Psychic Might. *'''Michael James Watson''' The connections to the earth controlling the stone trolls is powerful and when he gets to the core he see 6 other paths to the surface that break in to 5 branches and 3 trios. All less then an hour away. He touches the heavily shielded mind, unable to break past its formidable strength. Summoning the Psyche he feels Fort's familiar presence fill him, followed by a feeling of wind and rain and song and perfume, and love making, and rapturous joy from Venki. As he feels it he senses Venki do something unexpected. He raises his blade in one hand, a harp, playing on its own, in the other and somehow seems greater. His song more potent and demanding of peace though Realmer is outside its demand. He realizes from his conversations with Fort that he has raised his godly aspect and is wielding his godly attribute. He gets a sense of annoyance from Fort about Venki showing off and a bit of surprise that such powers work here, away from Tosa/York. His Psyche seems to multiply by a factor of 4 or 5. Coming with his Psyche is the far less powerful Psyches (Amber rank to 10 pips) of the 20 of the Lullaby league. He gets glimpses of the adventures they all have had, including the Orc Bard who oddly enough is an Elf Friend. He punches the burning wedge of the massive Psyche behind him through the controlling mentality and feels it howl in pain and despair, shriving and unraveling and fleeing, leaving a shelled rind with a Mind pushed into a tight sealed ball. The Stone Trolls earthquake. Falling to the ground... the stones disappearing as well save for 4 that had been hacked free before the earth failed them. One is under the foot of Zatonic as he howls in triumph. One is picked up by Geata who had broken it free. One is laying loose. One is held tightly to the chest of the grievously wounded centaur war leader. Her skin and hair burned nearly off, but her will power keeping her barely alive clutching the stone. As Realmer withdraws his mentality from the controller he sees a collection of fairies and sprites and pixies and brownies coming to the aide of a brain burned Emilisa. *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort lands beside the Centaur, feeling her near death. She looks up to him, raising the stone. "Oath Keeper........ do...... it...." Fort looks wildly at Realmer, then Venki. She reaches a hand and slaps him, grabbing his hair. "Do it, Oath Keeper." He says,"You'll die." She says,"Yes... happy... now." Fort looks up angrily.."Ok bitch...." He calls on his aspect, and those around him learn. He hears Realmer's words.."very well. First stone-Left position." He draws his NP blade and slams it down hard, cutting an inch opening. He pressed the stone forward and it shrinks to fill the hole. She inhales in glory. She whispers, "I pledge my service, Oath Keeper..." Then dies. Briefly. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer had suspected that his Cousin Emilie MIGHT have been responsible for the Stone Trolls arrival, but now that it was confirmed and Realmer knowing what he had done to her and seeing the results... he hangs his head low and closes his eyes; his sorrow is great and can be felt through the Psychic Connection by all who participated in the Psychic Battle. He knew it had to be done, but still wishes it could have gone another way. He doesn't allow himself to wallow in pity and self doubt; he steels himself knowing the decision was made for him when Emiliesa acted as she did. His mind focuses back on the here and now. He dives down towards the Centaur War Leader and at a thought Satura's Ring knows what must be done; it turns into a mechanical Wolf Spider and upon landing the Ring/Wolf Spider leaps from Realmer's hand and lands upon the Centaur's shoulder near her neck, then turns into a Mithril Torc; Nordic Dragon motif with the Mandalay Stone held within the Dragon's mouth. Satura's Ring instantly conveys it Regeneration and Tireless Stamina Powers upon the brave Leader. Realmer pulls a flask from one of the pockets of his Robe and pulls the stopper then pours the contents over the Centaur's wounds; a powerful numbing 'potion' that should help ease the pain considerably. Realmer looks Fort in the eyes after the centaur leader makes her request and nods his head. "She has earned it; even if it kills her. Let it be her Dying Wish, if you will." *'''Michael James Watson''' Between the two efforts, the stone glows as fort pulls half her body up and says, "You have a terrible itch, a spider biting, and you have no hands. Scratch the itch." A spark an inch long comes out and fort laughs. "Oh it's going to hurt." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer chuckles. "Fort, I know you 'saw and experienced' what I did, so you know who that was and that this was just the first group of Stone Trolls. We need to send scouts to assess if the other Branches were also eliminated. Also, let's see to the 'clean up' and triage, then I need to secure the Stair as soon as possible, after which I will need some rest... it's been a couple of days since I've slept." *'''Michael James Watson''' "Really? You need sleep? Amberites....." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer laughs. "Ok, you caught me. I probably don't really need the sleep, but I do need some time to Hang some Spells and think a bit... and maybe take a nap. I shouldn't be gone long... already have a fast time Realm in mind. But we still have a few things to do here before I can secure the Stair. How fares our patient?" Realmer examines the Centaur War Leader. *'''Michael James Watson''' "Her wounds were from attacks and damage that no longer effect her. That leaves residual wounds that will heal under spell and song. She's coming around. She's no spell user so the discipline to adjusting to not casting lightning bolts When she sneezes is something she'll have to develop. Other then that....Ah...Well, Zat?" Zatonic and Geata walk up, smiling. "You sure know how to disturb a mans meal! I'm out of shape and out of practice. Its been ages since I slammed the hammers like that. I've been an administrator too long. Those were summoned and maintained. Who ever did that really had their head wired on tight. Stupid. He won't make that mistake again. The next will be summoned and stabilized like Jeremy used to do. Geata says, " They will have to dial in their intellects better too. Those were stupid. I remember commanders meetings before The Gorge where we had Jeremy's stone trolls giving tactical advice. Those guys couldn't have given shit." Venki lands. looking looking glory and song about him. Zat yells, "Turn that off, Buttercup!!! You're scaring the fish!!" Venki says, "Those were Maintained. That's a lot to maintain.. someone must have been wicked pissed off at you Sir Realmer." The Centaur leaps up from in the middle of the conversation. Looks around wildly, still covered in healing wounds, sees open sky and blasts off a wicked lightning bolt into the air. Zat, Geata, Venki and Fort all laugh. In turn they follow suit shooting fire balls and cold balls and lightning and gravel bursts in succession. Zat pats her on the shoulder, his own shoulders nearly her height. "You tell them, Pony! It takes time to not blast your partner when your fucking too. Geata and I can't have flammable beds and pillows anymore!" He laughs. Geata growls at him, "Nor any books or breakables in the room either you big mastodon.. Fort...What the hell is going on here? Who has Stone Trolls? Are Ur-viles here too?" *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort thinks, "I only summoned Stone Trolls a couple times. As I understand from Jeremey maintaining them takes more energy then making them Sustained but gives you more tactical control of them. But maintaining over 350 of the brutes? Makes me wonder if Emilisa doesn't know how to Sustain them. If she doesn't then maybe there aren't Ur-viles." The Centaur finishes prancing and stands, "The night black beings rising from fields of poisoned earth? They live.. Dark wizards from the Ojak have been summoning them for centuries. Stone trolls as well. The region was always worshipful of Emilisa.. She was always a dark priestess but we served her...Lord of Wind, Master of Fire. We of the Wild Lights give our service and support. Will you accept that instead of devoted fealty at this time?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer listens to Zatonic, Geata and Venki's assessments of the Stone Trolls and their Controller. He nods his head and looks as though he is going to respond when the Centaur jumps up, Realmer smiles and is pleased that she is recovering quickly. When everyone begins launching Lightning and Fireballs and such into the air, Realmer will join in as well, but not to show off, but rather as practice launching Lightning at Will and with Control. Realmer continues to listen and learn, and when the Centaur Leader addresses him, Realmer devotes his full attention to her; looking her in the eyes with interest. "I will gladly accept the Service and Support of the Wild Lights; I know that devotion comes with time and trust, as does fealty. I came here because of a sense of responsibility to Adagalasck and her Peoples, not just to acquire Power. I felt a need to keep the stability of the Region and keep it from the hands of True Usurpers with dark agendas. I understand that I must serve the peoples of the lands as much as they must serve me as the Wind Lord." Realmer bows his head to her in respect and acceptance of their agreement. Realmer turns to Venki: "Emilisa was the previous Mistress of the South Wind; Dworkin stripped her of her Imprints, leaving a Power Void which I have filled to keep the stability of the Region. She was so enraged at the loss of her Imprints, Powers and her Lover, that King Julian had to 'put her on ice' at the request of Ninaaratres, the Mistress of the North Wind, wife of the King and sister to Emilisa. She escaped and took my move as hostile, thinking me a Usurper. Though it is Dworkin she should truly be angered at, it is me she is taking it out on." Realmer turns back to the Lady Centaur Leader of the Wild Lights. "And now that we have fought together, Brave War Leader, may I know your name? And may I now enter the Tower of the South Stair and Claim its Powers? Hopefully before any more trouble arises." *'''Michael James Watson''' She canters over with Realmer as he speaks., " I am Fore Foot Opasen Vrag. I am daughter of 20 generations of rulers of the Wild Lights. We now serve the South Wind again and the Master of this stair." She hops over in front of Fort. "I do not offer fealty Oath Keeper, as you request. We have time to know each other. But in the years to come i will not have the history of this day say that i did not put my head to the ground before you" She quickly kneels and presses her forehead to the ground in front of Fort. Fort frowns, "Very well, the histories will so show.. Now.. Realmer.. to the stair." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer moves to the entrance of the Tower of the South Stair while withdrawing the Key that Caine gave him as he approaches the massive door. He 'uses' the Key to gain entrance and climbs the almost certainly spiral stair case to its top and the Spiral waiting above. *'''Michael James Watson''' As he walks he feels the spiral of the south winding him. Each step of the far larger inside then outside tower gives him glimpses of worlds, shadows, kingdoms. empires, forests woods, and such things. He also realizes that the realms in the Stair are not necessarily exclusive. They have openings to all the other major stairs, and a few of the minor ones, and these shadows are often shared. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' As Realmer climbs the steps of the South Stair, he lets the images of the other Realms and the information about them flow into him like water. He pays particular attention to the Step and the Realm that the Spiral of the South Wind pointed out to him at his request; the fast time Realm. He continues on, step by step, Realm by Realm until he reaches the top. *'''Michael James Watson''' Reaching the top, he reclines for a long winter nap. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer resists this unnatural urge to sleep with all his willpower, with every fiber of his being. *'''Michael James Watson''' When he wakes up.....three days have passed. ====<big>The New Wind Lord & his New & Old Commanders</big>==== *'''Michael James Watson''' (This was out of order, with information I needed to have recorded. reworking it to be a conversation Realmer was not present for.) Venki says, "Ur-viles... Stone trolls... That means Earthpower... Now that you mention it I can feel it." He kneels, putting his hands flat on the ground. Momentarily a small rise of stone comes up, flattening out to a small bird feeder, about a foot tall. Slowly water fills it. Geata walks nearer, and Fort walks to it. Room is left for Realmer to join. Fort reaches in and cups water in his hand, bringing it to his lips. "Earth Draught. Adagalasck has Earthpower. The stone trolls are not an aberration. Zatonic walks over and looks at Fort. "Earthpower. You damned wizards. That means... does that mean... Are you telling me that...?" Fort shrugs, "In a set of infinity all things are possible. This place felt to me in a way like Paradox fallen. I ignored the feeling. There is something somehow dark about this world, even in the brightest sun, even in the sound of laughter. I didn't realize it till now. Adagalask must have an Illearth Stone. It has Stone Trolls, and Rynhahyn, and Ur-viles. It may have True Wood. It probably even has Ravers. Julian must be told. Realmer, Julian must be told soon if he does not know already." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "By Chronos and Timex, what happened!!!???" *'''Michael James Watson''' A serving girl looks up and runs out. Moments later Fort enters. "We tried everything but a proctology exam trying to wake you. But Julian assures us it's normal. Happened to him." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer chuckles and sits up. He yawns and sounds a bit groggy. "That bit of information would have been nice to know before I Claimed the Stair. So what has transpired during my forced slumber?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer rubs the sleep from his eyes, stretches his arms and neck, yawns, then gets out of bed and repeats the process again, including the other parts of his body, getting all the kinks out of his muscles and shaking the 'sand' from his mind. "So, has Clan Shaxta started any trouble yet? I know they were on the borders of the South when I claimed the Wind. Have Clans Kalota and Trixta arrived to help with the Shaxta problem? I'm guessing no more Stone Trolls have manifested to plague us. What about these Ur-viles that have been mentioned; any signs of them? Are Venki and the Snooze Squad still here? And Zatonic and Geata? Annnd what about Tesa? Has anyone looked into her 'condition' or made changes to her 'condition' since I've been slumbering? And where In the Abyss did Giovanni disappear to!? Protector of Lady Tesara, indeed. Pfff. I'm hungry. Really hungry. I need food. There is much to talk over and much more to do. Let's do it over breakfast. What time is it anyway?" *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort says, 'THe Shakta are holled up in Ojakkia. They are taking the tip kingdom of Taski. We are sorting out or forces here, securing the middle kingdoms. We have had emessaries from the western kingdoms of the south who apparently never liked Emilie much. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Hmmm... it hadn't occurred to me that some of the Denizens in the South might not have liked Emilisa's Reign... how beneficial for me that I am not her." He chuckles. "Sounds like you have been doing an excellent job of keeping things moving while I was unavailable. I'm sure you've also done equally well at explaining my absence and making me look good in the process." Realmer chuckles and gives Fort a wink. "So, who's still here, helping with the effort? How fares Fore Foot Opasen Vrag?" He checks his hand for Satura's Ring, which should have returned on its own once the Centaur was fully healed. "And where are we?" he asks as he checks himself to make sure he is fully dressed and then checks the room to make sure he has his gear before leaving the room in search of food. As Realmer exits the room, he does not ask Fort for directions, he just follows his instincts and goes the direction that feels right... and he follows his nose; searching for the smells of cooking food. "But I think the most pressing matter, if battle is not eminent, is Tesara and Bob; something is not right with either and we need to find out what. With a quarter of a Realm to Rule, a war with Clan Shaxta already underway, the possibility of encountering Stone Trolls again and those Ur-viles you mentioned, a new powerful enemy in my cousin, Emilisa, and the coming of Borlak and The Flowing Horde... I can't have any of my companions compromised; I need my Team at full strength and full capacity. Something happened after I left King Julian's Estate for my brief trip to Vulsar Base to meet with King Random; Tesa and Skadi disappear WITH Bob and I still don't know why or how... other that the Pegasus part. And now Skadi is with Fiona and last I saw her, Tesa was far too friendly and compliant, so not her normal self, and Bob thinks he is HER familiar as well. So, breakfast first. Then I take Tesa, Bob, and you... and Venki and the Snooze Squad if they're interested, to a fast time realm off one of the Steps in the Stair Tower and we figure out what happened to them both." *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort says, “Ok, cool your jets, Your Windiness. I have a member of the lullaby league that's a crowned bard of the Merchant's World and specializes in cooking running your kitchens and the provender logistics of the army. Lets got get some food and I'll tell you where things stand. Don't make me hold you down and pour Bayle's Red down your gullet with a beer bong tube.” He directs Realmer away from a large bakery project out to a door. Once through he sees he is on a Stair, third up. “I put the medical stations and the food prep operations on the third stair. I attuned myself to the stair and spiral. I also walked Venki, and Geata through them. Venki is our expert on earthpower. Geata is, well, I'll get the her in a bit. Lets go up to the top of the Spiral. Julian said when you woke up your would be ravenous even for an Amberite. So when the maid got me I told her to tell Dame Wilma to fix us a plate then fix us a meal. She will be at your office in a few minutes. Julian wants to be called as soon as possible but lets sort you out first.” He talks as he walks, a firm arm on Realmer's elbow. “Venki and Zatonic have gone to Kaski, at the tip of the South's continent. He thinks there is something there that is powerful in the earth. Zatonic is there for muscle. Geata is the brains of the opperations. She was the logistical boss back during the Paradox wars and having an army to supply and apparently infinite resources has gotten her juices flowing. My advice is stay out of her way. 90% of what an army does is train, camp and eat. She is good at making that stuff happen.” Getting him up the spiral to the spiral room he sees Xorit looking over a large table with maps. At the table are a green Titanide, as well as the Centaur commander, Carston, and two members of the Lullaby League; Human and a large gnome. Off to a side is the most disreputable looking hobbit you ever saw, tossing dice in the air impatiently. He straightens as Fort and Realmer enter. Xorit says, “Its good to see you awake Windlord. We should find time to talk. Privately.” Fort comes to the map. Little figurines dot it. “He eats before he goes off with you, Xorit.” Fort says, “Here is Kaski. That's where Venki is. The battles will be in Ojak. I'm told it's bustling with eagerness. Emilisa is there, or at least her commanders are. Over in the west are the islands that had little to do with Emilie, except officially. A wizard from there is coming. We will know what he intends then. The Shaxta are staked out at a place called Three Corners; a place where the borders of Clitford, Ojakkia, and Codupia meet. A battle is probable there. After you took the Spiral and we beat the crap out of the stone trolls, any un-slept Shaxta went there. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' When Fort mentions pouring Bayles Red down Realmer's gullet, he actually stops for a moment and gives Fort a very hard look, but then continues walking with him and listens to his report as they climb the Stair. As they enter the Spiral Room, Realmer looks everyone over and gives them a nod of recognition and respect. As Fort continues to relay his report, Realmer looks over the map and the figurines and gets a sense of what's going on and where. "Fort, I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me. Had it not been for your presence, your military experience and your comrades' assistance, I fear this whole matter might have turned into a giant cluster fuck really fast." Realmer claps Fort on the shoulder, then takes a moment to steady himself on the edge of the table as a hunger pain racks his body with weakness for a moment. He reaches inside a pocket of his Robe and pulls out a piece of jerked meat and begins gnawing upon it as he looks around the room for the plate of promised food. "So, Venki found something powerful within the Earth in Kaski, huh? Do you think it has anything to do with the Stone Trolls and what Emiliesa did?" He asks around a mouthful of jerked meat. "And what, in your assessment, is our most pressing matter? Besides my need for food." He chuckles while continuing to gnaw upon the dried meat. *'''Michael James Watson''' As the food arrives, a short platter of meats, cheeses and pickles, and flat breads, Fort says, "Well, there are matters of meat and matters of wine. The meat is a battle at Three Corners that would be against Krelet and his clan. The lullaby league is potent but there are a lot of ways to protect oneself from sleep magic if one knows to expect it. I suspect after losing something like a third of his forces here I am guessing he will have made efforts to protect his troops from sleep magic." Xorit says, "I have about 1000 of Clan Shaxta on one of the stairs.. Prisoners. THere are ways to take them into another clan and unless you want them I intend to take them into Trixta." Fort says, "Another meat battle is in Ojakkia. I hear the Ojak is always a hotbed of controversy and battle. Opasen Vrag here tells me that Emiliesa allowed bloodsports in arenas rather then warfields, to restrain collateral damage in Ojakkia and conflicts were berought to a collection of Arenas across Clitford, Ojakkia, and Espia with a major arena in Sieze, Fertia, and Kaski. As much as the idea seems brutal it might be something you should continue. " He points to one of the Bards. One of the Bards, a human says., "Windlord, I am Dasial at Droba. I participate in the Lullaby League because, well, Venki. But I am also a Lord Gladiator on Gesheka. A step away from being a Lord of the Games there. My Bardic Crown is a militant one on Gesheka. With your permission, in the future, I can establish a Warrior Core and Lord Gladiator's Association in this region of the South in order to give a direction to the violently inclined." Fort motions that he is continuing, as Realmer finished the appetizer plate. "So the battles in Ojakkia could be spread all over 4 kingdoms... OR.. we can take to the largest of the battle areanas, in Clitford and announce that we will settle the matters there. It will piss Emilisa off furiously because those are her orders but it means she has to break her own laws or else enter a magical battle in the arena. Good luck with that. Should you wish a champion against her, I think something can be arranged." Opasen Vrag says, "Many of the Fea will not fight that way. But as Fortunadus has explained to me, their battle isn't a 'Meat" matter.” Fort nods, "Matters of Wine-Magical issues and magical warfare. With the exception of fighting Emilie herself, much of the battles of the Fea will be magical.. But, they are secondary to the other Wine Matter. Venki says there are several powerful resonances in the South Wind regions. He is sorting them out. But he does not think the Illlearth Stone is in the South, if Adagalask has one at all. He will know if he comes near it. He thinks something else magical is happening in Kasaki and he went to figure it out. Thats the WIne matters for the moment. Yes, I know Xorit, you are next. " He points to Xorit, who had raised a hand. Xorit says, "This warrior core business. Arena war, you witnessed something very much like it when we first met. It is a common practice across the 4 Winds. Baron Dasial and I have spoken about it in the last couple days and it bears great potential. I think we can shave a great deal of Krelet's forces if we appeal to him in this manner. I think the Adask Banners might take strongly to it. As such, it might be wise to build a stadium, establish Lords of the Games, and let the warriors of the world come to fight there." *'''Michael James Watson''' A buffet is wheeled in and a Heavy set pleasing woman pushing it declares the buffet open... *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer nods his head while listening. Once the food is brought in, Realmer says, “Oh, thank you, kind Lady!” Then grabs a plate and heaps food upon it then moves aside to eat while examining the maps for a bit while others get food. This also gives him time to think a bit more... much has happened during his three day slumber. After several bites, Realmer says: “So then, to the 'Meat' of the matter: I don't like the idea of open Warfare; too much collateral damage. However, I like this idea of a Warrior Core and a Lord Gladiator's Association; I enjoyed the Pit Fights and Gladiatorial Games in the City of Greyhawk for many years and found they kept the violence off the streets and kept the citizens a bit more safe. And as for using Arena Wars to settle matters; this idea I love. We need to make it happen. If it is already something used in the South, then let us continue it and improve it as Dasial and Xorit suggest. And Xorit; it is good to see you as well. Thanks for coming. And take the 1000 Shaxta and make them Trixta... but the next 1000 go to Kalota.” He stops to eat several more bites, then something sticks in his mind; he pauses and looks to Fort. “Illearth Stone? What exactly is an Illearth Stone? And why does Venki think there is one here in Adagalasck?” *'''Michael James Watson''' The green Titanide says," Windlord, An illearth stone is the septic pit that all the evils of the world flows into. Grown wise in woe, it can be called on to empower those who create nightmares." Fort says,"Realmer, this is Psaltry. An earth mage of lost Paradox. Also a lady of Mandalay. When Paradox fell she was one of the few of the Tosa/York region of shadow to escape to this higher realm of existence. Her metaphor is poetic and not far off. Its a Stone of Power. Probably the size of a large watermelon. Green and glowing. Like many power stones it may be a shadow of the jewel of judgment. That's what Tolknor thinks. But who knows? What is certain is that practioners can summon great malevolent power from it and use it in many ways. Of the people from our neck of the woods, Psaltry, Venki, Beor, Tolknor, Zatonic, Digan and Jeremy were tops in understanding the Earthpower and manipulation of the Illearth Stone. *'''Michael James Watson''' Psaltry says, "The keeper of oaths is too humble to include himself in the list of the masters of earth power." The hobbit snorts, lights a fowl smelling cigar, and says, "Well, Pony, of Dear Fort's many qualities, his humbleness was sold to Vargus long ago. It was replaced with arrogance and a silky singing voice. I like him better as a woman. Makes him more fun to argue with." Fort scowls, "Don't make me regret summoning you. Realmer, Hibbit of the Stye. An expert thief." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer continues to eat heartily as he listens to those around him. He bows his head respectfully to Psaltry when Fort introduces them formally. He gives Hibbit a slight nod when Fort introduces them. "Hmmmmm, very interesting. I recall you mentioning a few things about Paradox Fallen while we were on Adledross, Fort. But I certainly think we should take some time in the near future to discuss Paradox, and its powers, at great length; especially since Adagalasck seems to mirror some of those things you and your comrades encountered there." He eats a bit more food, washes it down with whatever drink is handy, provided it is not wine, and then continues. "Fort as a woman? Hmmmm... I can see how that would make him more interesting." Realmer chuckles and gives Fort a wink and a playful smile. He continues eating until his plate is cleared, then he returns to the buffet, heaps his plate full of food a second time, then returns to the table with the maps and proceeds to stuff his face one again. *'''Michael James Watson''' Hibbit says, "Fort is a woman.. And it doesn't make him any more interesting." Fort scowls at Hibbit, "OK, lets get you out of here. There are hundreds of worlds with millions of things to steal. You've a year of time on this world starting now. Get out." Fort looks at Realmer, "Ah...I'm only a woman part of the time...its a bard thing..." He takes a several pieces of cheese and walks back to the maps. "You have to excuse Hibbit. He is a very feisty boggie and he does have some fine abilities." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer watches as Hibbit leaves and says to Fort without looking at him. "It seems that most of your associates are some degree of pain in the arse, but all seem to have a high degree of skills and abilities. It's a trade-off, but it seems to me, that it's worth it." Realmer takes a couple of bites of food then looks at Fort, his right eye brow slightly arched and an odd smile on his lips. "A woman." He snorts gently in near-disbelief and shakes his head slightly. "I should have suspected; by your logistical skills and multi-tasking abilities alone." He shakes his head again then pauses for a moment, a slight smile still on his face. "A 'Bard thing'... it would have to be something like that; I never noticed any active Shape Shifting abilities within you. Fascinating." He takes a couple more bites of food, nods his head to himself it seems, then casually address the room, speaking in a clear and authoritative tone but without speaking above conversation levels. "Meat to the Slaughterhouse. Open Warfare will not be tolerated; punishable by loss of lands and title for Family and Clan forever. Arena Wars only hence forth to settle all matters requiring hostilities. Send a messenger to Krelat of Shaxta to inform him that he and his forces will be met at the Arena in Clitford to settle any and all hostilities. When I speak with King Julian later, I will stress the need for all other Winds to adopt the same policies." "Xorit, Dasial; when time permits, continue working together to establish a Warrior Core and the Lord Gladiator's Association; a Great Coliseum will come in time. And include Opasen Vrag in all your meetings and heed her input on the Fey and ways of the South. I will speak with King Julian on this matter as well and as strongly as the previous matters." He takes a few more bites and washes it all down, draining the drinking vessel in the process, then placing it upon the table. "Wine takes Time, Knowledge and Skill. In regards to the first matter; in time Venki will find answers and we will know more, and hopefully be able to apply that knowledge skillfully to our advantage. In regards to the second matter; in time we will know which groups of Fey oppose us and we will use our knowledge of their powers and tactics to defend ourselves and our newly improved skills in Magical Warfare." he looks at Fort, then Carston and smiles, recalling more than one magical battle on Adledross. He finishes the last of the food on his plate and heads to the buffet cart for his thirds. He asks, as he heaps food upon his plate once again. "So, now that the pressing matters of Meat and Wine have been addressed, let's move to the matters of Wind. What pressing matters require my personal attention as the Wind Lord of the South, the new Stair Lord and a General in King Julian's Army? After this plate of food I would like some time to have the requested private conversation with Xorit. Then after that, some time to make a Trump Call or two as well as Hang a few Spells. Fort, if you think things won't fall apart in both of our absence, I'd like you to join me. I'm headed to a Very-fast-time Realm off of a Step near the top of the South Stair that is perfect for my needs." *'''Michael James Watson''' Fort nods...looks to Xorit and Opasen, "Lord, Lady, to a large degree the names on these maps might as well be fiction to me now. That won't always be so. The Arena in Clitford...This place, "putting a finger on the map, "Three Corners. Every report says the Krelet will make a stand there? Is there a place there, flat land, large enough for two large armies to face off on flat ground. Near water. Perhaps with low hills nearby, near trade routes or roads?" Xorit and Opasen look at each other. She speaks, “Yes. The whole region at Three Corners has been a war plain since the dawn of time. The battle plain is ringed by mountains, the flat road in the foothills on either side. A lake is at the north tip, an the border of Ojakkia and Clitford runs through it. Another lake to the south is in Codupia, where the road from the north join for points south. There are three cities on the plain. They have been war centers for ages.” Fort looks to Realmer and nods, “Its good. Daisial...Go to Three Corners. Scout the region. Consider it the place for the new stadium. A war Stadium. Field, Stands, access roads.. If Krelet heeds the Windlord's decree we fight at the stadium at Clitford Stair. If he does not, and it turns out the battle is to be at Three Corners, well....we will make a display. Take Salik and Sama in case you need to lullaby anyone. I'll arrange trump gates as needed.” “Sir, That covers most things for the moment. Have your meeting with Xorit. When that's done i'll have a couple specialist here and I'll have talked to Venki. Geata will be here in the short future and she will know the state of the forces and be getting them ready to march, stand, or fly”ort nods...looks to Xorit and Opasen, "Lord, Lady, to a large degree the names on these maps might as well be fiction to me now. That won't always be so. The Arena in Clitford...This place, "putting a finger on the map, "Three Corners. Every report says the Krelet will make a stand there? Is there a place there, flat land, large enough for two large armies to face off on flat ground. Near water. Perhaps with low hills nearby, near trade routes or roads?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer looks at the place on the map; Three Corners, he smiles and nods his head, recalling what King Julian had told him. "Three Corners... it was exactly the place I had in mind for the War Stadium; Julian had mentioned the place to me before but I was not familiar with it's name or exact location until now. And its location and arrangement of terrain features, roadways, cities and available water sources are optimal. We can use High Order Spells and Conjuration through Cooperative Magic from multiple Sorcerers to create the War Stadium... and perhaps some of this Earth Magic as well... a combined effort could alter and create all that is needed and wanted much quicker than building it.... and if done correctly and backed with enough power, can be as permanent as a 'built' structure." Realmer turns to Xorit, his plate nearly empty, he moves towards the buffet cart yet again. "Bannerlord; you wanted a private audience, now is the time. There is a Very-fast-time Realm I want to visit, but it is in the other Tower... so join me and talk... while I eat and see if I can get something to work." He chuckles as he fills his plate for the fourth time, this time heaping it with even more food than before, balancing it all perfectly with his left hand. "Fort; 6 steps down from the top. If I can't find something suitable I will Conjure up what I want to suit my needs. Come find me once everyone reports in and we know more. And bring Tesa, Bob, Dorna and Gangdis... we need to sort out a few things." Then Realmer grabs a large slice of melon with his right hand and eats it expertly as he walks next to Xorit and urges his Power of the Spiral to alter the time flow in the room in question to the same as the time flow of the Realm on the Stair he is thinking of. [I hope that works. lol] *'''Michael James Watson''' “Well, Windlord. Before the battle with Krelet lets clarify things between us. Your rulership in the south is secure. Do you intend to maintain Kalota? Hagalta maintained his Clan, and I recommend you do as well. Your new people will never be as loyal as your Odaraxta clan. And you'll have a grateful Bannerlord. As Bannerlord I am your superior. As Windlord you are mine. I am sure we will manage the differences.“ “As Bannerlord, I ask my Windlord to allow the Ordaxta to relocate from the west wind to the South Wind. I have spoken to the Bannerlord of the Drixti. They are a minor Banner but a proud one. That their lord Azdaxtri asks my help says much. He hated Emilisa though he served her, His clans are spread out across the Ojak and the Kaski. It was allowed that their lands be taken and their people killed so the Windlord of the South could command Orc Clans and Fey Warbands. The Centaur out there has led hunts of Drixti adask as sport. Lord Azdaxtri says he will swear his clans to Trualta if you renew the Orc and Fey Hunts. He will swear his Banner to me, after I swear mine to the South Wind, if you ban the hunts. The Orc Clans have swarmed to Krelet. You seem to have the Fey, but the Orcs will never serve you unless you allow the Adask hunts.“ “As Bannerlord I tell my Clan of Kolata that Odaraxta will be shielding the Drixti from reprisals of the Orc Clans and the Fey Swirls regardless of the ruling of the South Wind. We, the Clans of the Oradraxta will eliminate the Clan Shaxta. No claimant will be allowed. The Clan Sword of the Shaxta will be buried, never to be wielded again. Shaxta will be given an opportunity to leave their clans but once battle is engaged, no quarter will be given. Anyone wearing the Shaxta badge will be hunted across the 4 winds.” “Thirsty?” *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Yes, I am thirsty. And yes, I do intend to maintain Leadership of Clan Kalota for the foreseeable future. As Kalota War Chief, I accepted you as Bannerlord of the Odaraxta and followed your Leadership in Clan matters; and I will continue to do so. Word will be sent to Datarik to send Kalota Warriors to the aid of the Clans of Drixti.” Arriving on the sixth step down from the top, Realmer opens the door to a large comfortable looking sitting room / office. There any many types of comfortable looking sitting furniture about the room; chairs, couches, sofas, divans, etc., as well as many types of small tables; side, end, coffee, etc. There are two small bars, one to either side of the room; one stocked with liquor and mixers, the other with lagers, ales, stouts, pilsners and other brews. Each with appropriate drinking vessels and accessories. Nearly centered in the room is a large table/desk with a highbacked chair behind it and several shorter backed chairs gathered around and near to it. There is a large fireplace behind on the backwall with large hearth and wide mantel. There are sconces high on the walls at even intervals with glowing orbs of dim light in them; they all brighten some as the door opens. There are two doors in the backwall, one on either side of the fireplace; the one on the left appears to lead into a kitchen or lab area, the one on the right leads to a sleeping chamber. Realmer enters the large sitting room with Xorit and closes the door behind them. He offers Xorit a choice of chairs with a silent gesture of his hand then nods again and continues. “Now as the Wind Lord of the South, I tell you your position as the Odaraxta Bannerlord is secure. I accept your Banner and do immediately Outlaw any Adask Hunts in the South, punishable by death. I will order Troops from the South to assist in the protection of the Drixti and those Fey now loyal to me that once participate in the Hunts, will be in charge of the enforcement of my new Decree and will Hunt those that hunt the Adask. I gladly grant your request to relocate the Odaraxta to the South; we can work out the details of relocating or rebuilding the Odaraxta Main Clan Halls in a Realm off the South Stair, if it is feasible. And as both War Chief and Wind Lord, I support the need to eradicate Clan Shaxta and option for Shaxta Clan Members to break ties with Shaxta and join other Clans of the Odaraxta before the official hostilities begin. And if the Shaxta Clan Blade can be destroyed, perhaps that would be better than burying it. Also, once the Clans arrive in the South, I will be keeping the majority of Kalota's Warriors near me, as the Wind Lord's Elite Warriors and Personal Guards with Datarik being Second in Command of Kalota.” *'''Michael James Watson''' "I hear there is a process for trading stairs between towers. A ritual. As for destroying the sword, its a ritual to bury it. If it was destroyed, there would be people who believed it hidden. But buried, those who sense such magic would know it was there and the natami of the clan was buried in disgrace." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer nods his head and considers both pieces of information. "If burying the Clan Blade is best, then so be it; I will not interfere with time honored and time tested tradition and ritual. As the South Wind, I would like to be a part of that Ritual; with your permission, Bannerlord. However, I will need to learn the Ritual first. And if I don't already possess the knowledge via my Attunement, I would also like to learn the Ritual of Stair Transferal as soon as possible. I may have to find someone to teach it to me.” Realmer drifts off into thought for a couple of moments, then suddenly snaps back to the now and pulls out a pouch that should look familiar to Xorit; he opens it to show its contents: it's filled with Ice Orc Marbles. “You gave these to me when we first met. You named them and told me how to activate them, but you never explained exactly what they do, what an Ice Orc is or how powerful they are. I have never used them, but may have need in the near future... considering all that is already happening.” He chuckles. *'''Michael James Watson''' Xorit smiles, "You still have those? Imagine.. Having heard what Fortunadus in there said I think they may be earthpower, like the Stone Trolls. Ice given life and form. I am not a wizard and the ones in my clans, this is the height of their art and craft. As for the ritual; Dig a hole, drop the blade in, think of it no more. Though, they have been dug up after enough time passes so people forget the clan. Magic items are valuable. " *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "They are valuable indeed; which is why I have been loathe to use these until I knew more about them. A good General should all of his assets to the best of his ability. Foreknowledge is the key to effective planning. Effective planning is the key to a successful battle. Now I am curious, once activated, how long do the Ice Orcs last? Until destroyed or is there a time limit? And what powers or abilities do they possess, if any, other than combat?" Realmer carefully pours them into the palm of his hand, examining them more closely, feeling them roll around in his hand gracefully. [BTW, how many marbles are there? You never mentioned and I never asked til now.] *'''Michael James Watson''' nineteen *'''Michael James Watson''' Xorit says, "when I've used them I generally call them up, give them a mental idea of their goal. usually something within line of sight. Also usually they don't survive the battle. If they do they tend to mill about till they melt. its hard, though not impossible, to redirect them. They will fight if attacked. They won't melt if their goal has not been reached. Many use them as guardians. They place them someplace with the command to attack anyone who attempts some task; open door, open chest, steal sculpture.. cross a line. Ive known some that stood in hot halls for centuries because their order was to guard something no one would touch anyway. " *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "So, some careful thought and wise choice of words could potentially keep them about indefinitely. And they can be Redirected, but with some difficulty... Hmm, interesting. Thank you, Xorit." Realmer puts all back inside the pouch, closes it tightly and returns them to the safety of his Robe. As he looks back to Xorit, the look on his face has changed and when he speaks, his tone has changed. "Xorit; you were one of the first three Adask I met when first learning of the Adask and that I was/am one as well. Hagalta displayed Superiority over me and made every attempt to manipulate me to evoke an emotional or physical response from me... I did not like him from the beginning, and I was still unaware that he was my father at that time. Krelat displayed silent cold contempt for me; threating with his eyes, facial expressions and body language. I disliked him at first glance, despised him by the time that short meeting was over, and after learning of his deeds since, will be happy to end his life personally when the time comes." "You, however, showed in your facial expressions and body language a sympathy for my plight, and afterwards you stayed behind to apologize for their behavior on behalf of the Adask and your Clan. Then you gave me the Marbles; a valuable magic item... without evening knowing me, and then told me to be careful. Then years later we met again at the Great Arch and again you showed me kindness where others only sneered. You worked with me when I was Amber's Ambassador in Blomsia. You supported my Claim to Clan Kalota, after first informing me about it. And you have supported me in my Claim on the South Wind and South Stair. So now, Xorit, I ask of you, as Relmopator, what can I do for you that is within my powers to give? Either personally or otherwise." *'''Michael James Watson''' "You offer me something I have thought of many times in the course of my life. I had to suffer though Hagalta's warfares. I've had to carefully protect my clan despite a series of cruel banner lords. Adask are not the kindest of races, though it is possible for them to be individually kind. You arrived at the time of the Reunion of the Odaraxta. Hagalta challenged for the Banner and he might have claimed it. I had to straddle Hagalta and Krelat. In honesty, when i saw you, saw you were Adask, saw that you were an Amberite..I hoped you would destroy one of my two foes so I could concentrate on the other. You destroyed both, for Hagalta is gone and his path does not lead to Adagalasck anymore, and Krelet, he will beg for death in time. I will see his bones carved into dice so that when three eyes are thrown at Hazard his soul will howl in hell. What bones remain will be buried with the Shaxta clan blade. So the Banner of the Odaraxta is mine.. A new Reunion looms ahead of me and I will seize fortune to win it. There are 5 Adask Banners in Adagalasck. The Drixti have already said for their protection they will swear to me. The Trexcat, Gaxag, and the Solox know what is ahead." He steps back taking a drink before going on. "In time you will make many wars.. If the opportunity comes, the Adask of Adagalack, all 5 banners, under one lord, one....king...should have a Stair of their own. Clitford is conflicted. THe island ones are small and distant. Coimbia and Lubia have been part of the South Wind many times in the history of the stairs. I would not ask you to make war for them. Just consider what the race of the Adask could do, if they need not be the foot soldier and slaves of other warrior kings?" *'''Michael James Watson''' He raises his hand at Realmer's gaze, "But..that is too much for today...isn't it? So...I ask something less world shaking. I, my 5 senior commanders, 2 from the other 3 Clans. 3 Commanders of the Drixti.....Would it be possible to see them enrolled at Rasak?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer listens intently and then begins working out the logistics of his initial request, the look on his face distant but positive. When Xorit breaks Realmer's attention with his gesture and asks for what he thinks is more reasonable, more possible... Realmer sighs and hangs his head, looking slightly defeated. "I am sorry, Xorit, I don't think that will be possible; I have fallen out of favor with King Random of Amber and his Lord Marshall, Benedict, and believe it will be a long time before I will be granted favors of that magnitude again. In fact, long enough, by my estimation, that your initial request of a Stair for and a 'king' of the Adask People may happen first. But I will 'check the temperature of the waters' to see how I stand before making any promises. However, I will support you, as the Wind Lord of the South, in your Claim of.... Banner Overlord over all Banners of the Adask of Adagalasck... so keep thinking on and planning for an Adask Stair. Perhaps Clitford, since it's under conflict, perhaps the Banners of the Adask can bring some much needed stability... but we will talk further of location and logistics soon enough. Anything else I might be able to do for you, in the interim?" *'''Michael James Watson''' "Overlord?.....The 5 adask Banners have never unified...What they need...is an...Overlord...." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Yes, perhaps they do indeed. And perhaps the Title of 'Overlord' is a perfect fit; king sounds too pompous... as would most royal titles. Are you thinking that one of the Bannerlords of the five Banners would serve as Overlord? Or would it be a position separate from the Bannerlords?" *'''Michael James Watson''' Xorit says, "Do you think Emperor Overlord a bit much? How about Worshipful Master Overlord? " *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer smiles and laughs, shaking his head. "I like the 'worshipful' one. But how about Ordained Saint Overlord?" He laughs harder then says: "Enlightened Overlord Master?" He laughs hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. *'''Michael James Watson''' Xorit thinks, smiles, "If I can't sell Sir, to my wives, i doubt Enlightened Overlord Master will go over wit the clans." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Overlord of the Adask Banners. Settled. Any other matters you need or want to discuss? Any minor favors I could grant? Any suggestions to help me as the new Wind Lord?" *'''Michael James Watson''' "Kill the Centaur. I know you won't but some day I will want to say I so advised you. If you think getting my commanders to Rasak a problem...in the last couple days I have seen Your friends do impressive earth magic beyond any wizard of the Adask. Would getting a few of my wizards instructed be easier?” *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Opasen Vrag? Hmm... not sure how to take that. You mentioned her participating in the Adask Hunts under Emiliesa's Rule... are you sure it is not just rumors? I would need to know more before considering it." "Now, getting some of your Adask wizards instructed in Earth Magic might indeed be easier, and a good way for me to learn it as well. I will talk it over with Fort and Venki. And I will quietly investigate Opasen as well." *'''Michael James Watson''' "Yes, I know its not rumor. When you see her trophy hall you will too. An Adask banner with thousands of years of honor and respect, battles won and lost, honored elders and blessed mothers has less then 5000 souls in 7 clans, and their Bannerlord is willing to sell his people into slavery in order to assure they live and that their sword is not buried? Amberite, do you think I lie?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Of course I don't think you lie, Xorit. But I like to gather my information and check the facts, before making such decisions and actions as killing someone when not engaged in combat. I will investigate further, I will make a decision." He sighs, shakes his head then sighs again. "My first internal matter, and it's a big one. Thank you for bringing it to my attention, Bannerlord." *'''Michael James Watson''' "I won't kill her. Neither will you. But when I speak to the Adask of the south, I will be able to tell them I told you to kill her. After that.." He smiles walks out the stair door *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer ponders on Xorit's words for a few minutes, finishing his plate of food. Then says to himself, but aloud: "That went well. Now that I've got a fast time room, might as well use it. So.... what first...? Hang and modify some Spells? Some Trump calls...? Some brandy.... hmmm... " *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' After Xorit exits the large, comfy sitting room / office within the Tower of the Spiral, Realmer gets busy. He intends to take advantage of the Fast Time Flow effect of the room to get many needed things done as he knows there will be many demands on his time. First he gets a snifter and some brandy from the Liquor Bar then moves to the table/desk in the center of the room and pours until the snifter is half full. Then he pulls out his Magical Dinner Ware, the full set, and taps each to fill them. He debates whether Trump calls should take priority over Spell Maintenance; and as he ponders this, he pulls his King Random Deck from the left sleeve of his Robe, and sets it on the desk next to the bottle and snifter, then withdraws his Spell Book from a large side pocket on his right just above the beltline. He also withdraws an Uhrula cigar from a small pocket near the left breast in his Robe and sets it with the other things on the desk. He sits in the highbacked padded armed chair behind the desk then reaches for the snifter and takes a drink, savoring the amber colored liquor. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' While Realmer savors the flavor of the brandy, he considers all factors then makes a Command Decision; to firstly take the time to do some much needed, and lengthy, Spell Maintenance. He drops a few currently Hung Spells, Hangs New Spells to replace them as well as replacing the Spells he had used recently. Then he modifies a few currently Hung Spells; most notably he renames the Target of three of those Spells to specifically affect Emilisa Codwallow, and one to Opasen Vrag. He also takes this time to do some Low Order Spell Maintenance as well. [Running Sheet has current updated Spell List as of this Post] While working on his Spells, Realmer picked at the meal on his Magical Dinnerware between Spells. And were it not for his Advanced knowledge of Sorcery, the process would have taken a full day or more to accomplish, but instead took much less time... even less still taking into account the Fast Time Flow of the room. Realmer, being the 'bookworm mage' that he is, takes the time to double-check all of his Frameworks, including Artifacts, one last time; he double-checks each Spell present and makes any necessary adjustments until he is satisfied, then he moves on to the next Spell... still picking at his meal. Once satisfied that all is set with his Arsenal of Spells, Realmer turns to the remainder of his meal, the dessert, and his snifter of brandy which he lifts to his lips, drinks and enjoys. Realmer takes up the dessert fork and samples the unknown pastry upon the dessert plate. He finds it quite tasty and as he is about to put another bite into his mouth, he feels a slight sensation of a Trump contact; considering recent events, he guardedly opens the contact, and is ready for an assault; either Psychic or verbal, depending upon the caller. "Who calls?" he asks in a neutral tone as the contact is made and an unfamiliar female face is before him. His face shows curiosity and wariness. ====<big>An Unexpected Conversation with Alvah daughter of Delwin</big>==== *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah sitting in the sitting room of Vek his house in Randal she patiently waits. Except that she barely has patience and she hates waiting. Flicking through her newly extended trump collection her eyes fall upon one passing her fingers. She should see if he is willing to talk. It has been said multiple times he has lots of knowledge as well about Dufiro. Leaning back and with her red drink in a beaker she holds the card up. Reminding herself to soon contact Dwynwen to. She starts to focus on the image a polite request for contact. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' As Realmer is about to put another bite of food into his mouth, he feels a slight sensation of a Trump contact; considering recent events, he guardedly opens the contact, and is ready for an assault; either Psychic or verbal, depending upon the caller. "Who calls?" he asks in a neutral tone as the contact is made and an unfamiliar face is before him. His face shows curiosity and wariness. He is overly good-looking, pretty in fact, with long white hair pulled back into a thick braid, very pale skin, a clean shaven face and eyes that are quite remarkable; the 'whites' of his eyes are actually pale blue and his irises are pink. *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' The woman calling looks curious herself, a tan skin tone but clearly a mix even more clear due to her two different coloured eyes left is bright light blue grey the right dark brown. Hair deep dark black with brown undertone a smaller braid hangs in her hair. When contact is established Alvah smiles slightly. "Greetings, my name is Alvah, daughter of Delwin. Pardon the intrusion but i have heard things about you which made me curious to come in contact." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' The expression on Realmer's face goes from curious and wary to just plain curious; his right eyebrow arches upward and his head tilts slightly to his left. "Well Met, by Magic and Steel, Alvah, daughter of Delwin. You may call me Realmer. I have heard of you recently, from a comrade of mine by the name of Fortunadas. It is curious that I should hear from you so soon after hearing about you. Fort must have boasted on my behalf." He chuckles lightly. His voice is a smooth tenor; he speaks Thari with perfect diction and inflection. His movements are subtle and graceful... but a power can be sensed beneath the pretty coverings. "So, what could you have possibly heard about me that would draw out your curiosity enough to make contact with me? Most Family members that don't already know me, tend to avoid me." He smiles and chuckles before taking a drink of something. *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' As first introductions have been done, Alvah leans a bit more back in her chair listening to Realmer she sips from the beaker with red alcoholic beverage. "Hm curious i have only briefly seen and talked to Fort, he mostly spoke with my father. So no it was not Fort talking about you, it were others." While she talks a white and black snake can be seen slithering along Alvah her arm and shoulder. Clearly wanting attention she boops it on the nose without breaking eye contact with Realmer. "Well to be straight forward. Before my arrival in Amber and meeting the family and such, i came jn contact with Dufiro. The first not that pleasant." She waves her hand about as she speaks. "Later i learned also of other Dufiro. I heard you have plenty of experience and with that knowledge about them to have a meaningful and perhaps educating conversation about the subject." She then grins slightly. "If of course you would be interested in talking about that." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Dufiro, you say. Hmmmm." Realmer says as he reaches for something out of line of sight of the Trump contact, then leans back and pops a bit of food into his mouth. As he chews it he looks thoughtful. "Well, I am familiar with Dufiro and the Dufirosim, but I am certainly not an authority on the matter." He pauses a moment, another thoughtful look upon his face. "But, I guess compared to the rest of the Family I might actually be an authority." He chuckles and smiles. 'Now, before I can determine if I will be able to help you or not, I will need some more information. So, Alvah; what exactly would you like to know about Dufiro? Are you looking for information on a particular individual Dufiro? Or knowledge about the Dufirosim in general? Is there a particular Type of Dufiro you are interested in learning about? Or is it the bargaining methods you are interested in? Or is it perhaps the summoning and binding rituals you are looking to learn about?" *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Looking a bit disappointed at now an empty beaker she puts it away on probably a table near her. "Honestly everybody is an authority on Dufiro and Dufirosim compared to me." With a small pause she studies Realmer his face and then shrugs a shoulder as if she just decided something. "General information so far. I feel not very comfortable with binding and summoning so far. And see no need to it." She guides the snake slithering in her neck towards her forearm and hand. "This is Cicero, a Dufiro is bound to him one of guard if i understand, his Dufiro conversation name i do not know, yet. Then there are four young Elementals bound to me, I have recently named them and i do hope to help them learn and grow. So in that to I seek information. " Letting Cicero go his way again Alvah leans a bit forward. "So you see, grew up with Dufiro, but know so very little about them. I know what i have heard of others. But i am a strong believer in forming information from multiple points. It eliminates more the opinions and biased nature of people." Alvah smiles. "So, would you be willing to talk to me about it Realmer? when time allows of course." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Well, I wouldn't say that EVERYONE is a authority on Dufiro compared to you, most people in Amber, including the Royal Family, have never even heard of Dufiro, let alone know anything about them. And as far as talking about the Dufiro, I am very open to the idea. It is a subject of much interest to me, especially considering my experiences with them. And I do have the time right now to talk to you about them; I am currently in a small fast time Realm off of the South Stair of Adagalasck. I could pull you through if you like. I have plenty of food and alcoholic beverages available. And my comrade Fort is with me, and he is more of an authority on the Dufiro than I and could fill in any blanks that I might have. Would you be willing to come through? Or do you have pressing matters where you are that would preclude you from coming here?" *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Letting out a soft scoffing breath she then smiles. "Alright yes many have not worked with or heard from Dufiro." Hearing the invitation Alvah is clearly thinking and looking past the contact of the trump she then shakes her head. "How much i would love to talk with you and Fort in persoj about this. And yes Fort had been named as another authority about the subject. I am afraid time does not permit me to come over. I have some matters here that needs to be handled to a good conclusion." She clearly says the last thing with a vague intent looking slightly confused herself. "Though if the invitation would be open for a later point in time, i would love to accept." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer smiles broadly, a friendly and welcoming smile. "The invitation to visit is certainly open for a future time of your choosing..." His smile fades and his look becomes more serious. "But know this; Adagalasck is a Primal Realm of great Powers, old feuds and great conflict; there are battles being fought in the Region that I now have Leadership of, and there will be open War with an invading Horde in the foreseeable future... so be warned; I may not be able accommodate your visit at any given time, but when time and circumstance permits, I would gladly enjoy a visit and in depth conversation with you." He nods his head deeply and respectfully while still keeping his eyes upon her and still maintaining the Trump Contact. "I will do my best to ensure your safety during your visit... but if you happen to be trained in martial arts, weaponry or warfare, it will be to your advantage." Realmer seems to lean back, away from Alvah, as though he is reclining or reaching for something back and to the side... she notices that he wears a pair of NP Daggers upon his belt; the one on his left bears a large red crystalline gemstone embedded in the pommel and the one on his right bears an equally large blue gemstone. "Though, I do still have time now, if you do, to continue our conversation about Dufiro." *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah inclines her head at the extended invitation a pleasant smile on her face. A smile that as he continues to talk about Adagalasck, changes to perhaps one more deviant. A more intense look. Then in a neutral tone almost non fitting with her facial expression she speaks. "Thank you, and do not worry i will ask before hand if it is an appropriate time. And if need be i am able to defend myself. So yes to all three." Alvah shifts her belt showing her NP dagger as well with a recognizing nod to his daggers. "And i have heard stories of Adagalasck from Hagalta and Dwynwen. Though i had Hagalta more talk about different things. And your sister only talks of it if she feels like it of course." A half shrug and as she said the name Dwynwen her fingers lightly touch the braid in her hair, a slight smile appears on her face. Repositioning herself she then nods. "Well if you still have time so do i. Vek will be playing for hours i'm sure. I do have a question though, to just see what your opinion in the matter is. How do you see Dufiro and the Dufirosim? I know many have different views i would like to know how you see them?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' When Realmer leans forward again, he has a large glass snifter in his right hand that is half filled with a warm amber hued liquid. Realmer looks Alvah deeply in the eyes, penetrating, but not invasive; he holds the stare for just a moment, then studies her features and her form, what he can see of it. She does feel like she is being 'sized up', but not in a lascivious way, nor aggressive. He takes a slow sniff of his drink while swirling it, then takes a small amount into his mouth, savors the flavor then swallows it with a smile of something near to bliss on his face. "A very smart first question. Gauge the source of information before acquiring the information." He nods his head and smiles slightly. "As with all Sentient Beings, I approach them with caution in all matters. I view the Dufiro as I view any race of intelligent, sentient beings; as potential allies or potential enemies, but each on an individual basis. Knowing their potential range of power and power levels, how they acquire and share their powers, and how they bargain for their Power Deals; I am cautious with what I say and how I say it when dealing with Dufiro so as to not inadvertently enter into a Binding Agreement." "As for my view of the Dufirosim... complicated but effective. Several stages of life encompassing advancing power levels with many Paths of Life and Power to choose from. Overall, I feel the Dufiro can be very helpful/useful allies/assets, but dangerous enemies if they are crossed or wronged." He takes a sip of his drink then says: "I do not think the Dufiro are innately Good or Evil, if you believe in those specific and narrow precepts, but I believe each individual can be capable of either or both, as with most Sentient Beings. Their individual Life Path may influence their own point of view and their actions which could affect perception other Beings will have of them." Another sip then he suddenly asks: "What type of Elementals do you have in your service? And what do you know of their powers and their Binding Agreement?" *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah repositions herself as she is being sized up by Realmer, her grin only widens and the stare returned. Something playful is seen in her eyes, as she looks back. When Realmer starts talking Alvah sits back again pulling her knees up and over the armrest of the chair she is sitting in. "First off thank you, and well information from a corrupted or wrongly informed source can still be entertaining stories. But not in this case as i hear it. Glad to hear that your view is not very different from mine or those that i have already learned some things from." She talks with her hands and at a point there is suddenly a coin between her fingers. Absentmindedly she is flicking the coin between her fingers. "And yes the concept of good or evil are just. to narrowing, i have to agree. Though of course it is easier to classify certain actions at a point of high stress and stakes. But that.... is perhaps an interesting talk for later." The coin disappears behind her hand and a playing card takes it place. "Now, i did learn that of course if you look at certain decisions in life a certain, mindset comes with it. Like you said a Dufiro of life usually tends to try and be helpful and caring. where a dufiro of death would more lean to the destruction and entropy of things. Is that inherently good or evil. no, but they can be seen as such. Just like with any sentient being. We have so many shadows where abhorrent things happen but do they happen out of evil intend or not." She waves her hand dismissively the card is gone and she continues talking and moving her fingers. A small teaspoon is moving along her fingers. "As for my Elementals. First of, they are not mine, nor in my service, the four of them are my friends i have since youth with me. They are still baby Elementals as the one who introduced them to me called them. Today i actually realized i should give them a name to start their path. Which i did, with the help of someone. They are the four elements fire, water, earth, air. We have no binding agreement other then that we met and played a lot together as children." She then lets Cicero slither to one of her hands while the other keeps moving she smiles brings up Cicero's nose to hers and touches it lightly she grins. "And this friend here, i did not bind the Dufiro, that was someone who cared greatly about me, he is a Guard Dufiro. But he is content and working well with Cicero." Holding her other hand still she looks at the teaspoon with a raised eyebrow and tucks it away in probably a pocket. "So another question i was wondering then, you say you respect them as any sentient being, with of course the caution that they can be allies or enemies. How are you viewed in general, by your knowledge of course, by the dufiro?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer smiles and chuckles then says: "That would depend on whom you ask. But to my knowledge, my 'reputation' with the Dufirosim is... spotty at best. Though I have had few dealings with Dufiro, the matter is complicated and involved. My first dealings went well and I made it known I was pleased with the service rendered, but due to unforeseen circumstances stemming from a future encounter with a Masoja of Rage and War, the remainder of the deal and payment were canceled, and not by me. But another Dufiro I have dealt with stated she would help me make my name known within the Dufirosim as an Honest and Shrewd Bargainer. So, I am not really sure what my current Standing or Reputation is, generally speaking, within the Dufirosim." He sips some more of his drink then asks: "So what do you know about the Powers of your Guard Dufiro? And is it a Spirit, an Avasa or Masoja?" *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah laughs. "Ah yes reputation is very important to them, the stories, the food, hmm. I have not heard your name via the Dufiro so i would not know how they talk of you, but then again, i only know a few. But when you have made a deal with one who would speak well of you i am sure that has been done." Alvah sits straight again. Rolling her shoulders and stretching her neck. It is clear that she can't sit still. "As for your question, what i know of the dufiro in my friend here. I know he is a Avasa of Guard, someone who considers me their niece bound the Avasa to my pet. To protect me. And to keep in touch." She looks a bit annoyed "Not yet noticed that last part, but cant blame him. But other powers no, i do not know of them, my uncle, so to say, did not give that information. Just that he is here to protect and keep in touch. Cicero, the snake is the leading intelligence what i understand. All these things i have only recently learned. like i said even the naming of the baby elementals have only been done today under the watchful eye of a Masoja of Guard." Alvah stands up and starts pacing, while keeping contact. Her movements are thoughtful precise and elegant. After a short pause while looking at Realmer she smiles "So do you deal often with the Dufiro? Or with your current unknown status do you rather hold off on that?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "My dealings with Dufiro and the Dufirosim are limited, aged and currently non-existent. Events that transpired have put a temporary stop to my Dealings with them, but perhaps it is for the best, time to become more knowledgeable and better prepared for future Dealings." He takes a large swallow of the amber hued beverage, which Alvah now believes to be Brandy; the Trump connection has grow strong enough for scents to travel through. "Back to what you were speaking of before, your Dufiro, as it were... A Masoja of Guard, an Avasa of Guard, and four Elementals.... hmmm.... I am curious... do you know the name of the Masoja that visited you and guided you in the naming of the Elementals?" He pauses slightly then continues. "There is a slight possibility I might know said Masoja. In my first dealing, I worked with an Masoja of Guard and a Masoja of Combat, who intended to create an Avasa of Guard and several Elementals.... it is curious that you happen to have the exact combination of Dufiro as well. Perhaps just coincidence." He drinks more of the brandy, obviously savoring the flavor with each sip and swallow. *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' While walking Realmer can see Alvah looking for a bottle or something. Finding it she grins wide. It has the same red liquid which was in the beaker before. As if she walks on her toes she walks back to her chair. Lowering herself in the chair in a flowing motion she pours a drink, takes a big sip. Taking a breath she then nods finally ready to answer. "I do not believe in coincidence anymore Realmer. I might have been here for a short time but so far all seems planned, plotted and mapped out even before something might be needed to be planned, plotted or mapped out." Taking another big drink she stares at Realmer. "I doubt there is anything wrong with saying who the Masoja of Guard was, Lord Bandal. He was here recently to help with something and next to that he helped me name my elemental friends." Swirling her drink Alvah. "The elemental friends like i said are with me longer then the Avasa of Guard, that one was joined with my pet later in my life. My uncle summoned elementals to play with me when i was a child and these four and i became friends and stuck together. I only.... forgot..... until recently obviously." Raising an eyebrow Alvah has a questioning look on her face. "If you want the reputation of yourself to be better, is then not the only way to arrange that making deals and sticking to it? While doing you learn. And what i understand especially young ones love to make smaller deals with important people. Helps them greatly as well." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "I'm not specifically looking for a Reputation with the Dufirosim, per se, and under normal circumstances I would agree that making deals will lesser Dufiro would be helpful and wise, but due to my particular situation, created by an unusual set of circumstances, it may be unwise and dangerous for me to have dealing with Dufiro... so I have decided to steer clear of Dealings with Dufiro for the time being." "So, how do you know Vek Hendrake?" He asks casually as he reaches out of view and pulls back what appears to be a stuffed mushroom; he pops it into his mouth and chews quietly. *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah sips and shrugs. "Well that is up to you really, i do not of course know your position as it is what is wise or not. I only know what Hagalta told me but i take that with a grain of salt." Looking amused she shrugs "Isn't he part of the happy family? I think i met him in the library of Amber, while talking with Arlo. Arlo with whom i have spend a lot of time already with lessons." Clearly thinking for a bit she then laughs "Well it was actually because of lessons in conjuration from Arlo that we ended up in Vek his apartment in Randal, and from there i got to know Vek better." A wider grin on her face. "Isn't that how things tend to go, usually by circumstances you meet and get to know eachother better. Like us, you probably have a clearer picture of me and i of you, instead only from hearsay.” Leaning a bit forward she looks curious. "But why do you want to know? any particular idea or stance with relations to the Hendrake family? or is it purely Vek in this case?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Well, idle curiosity, mostly. But where Vek is involved; it's always about Vek. He IS a part of the Family, a bit distant but still, Family. And I have no ill will towards him, nor particular favor; but he is a very interesting fellow who tends to know a lot and has many circles of connections... so I always take heed when Vek is mentioned; one never knows what one might learn. Plus he does a great impersonation of Benedict; ask he about it sometime... or better yet, ask him to show you." Realmer laughs; a jovial sound, but with a hint of either mischievousness or wickedness. There is a slight twinkle or glint in his eyes. "Have you any other questions about the Dufiro? Or are we delving into side matters and Family Politics now?" His tone is playful and the twinkle/glint is still in his eyes. He take a long pull of brandy from the snifter, holds it in his mouth for a time, eyes almost closed, then swallows, the blissful smile returning to his face. *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Thoughtfully she nods. "alright fair enough, yes he is very resourceful, through him i met Lord Bandal actually he had made a deal, to help me clean up a small mess i made. But i will surely ask him later to do a Benedict..." When she speaks the name Benedict an observant person could see her lip curl in a bit of snarl. She waves her hand dismissively. "But no i have no further questions of Dufiro, i am happy i could talk to you about it and perhaps when we meet face to face i will introduce you to my friends." She then laughs "Well we can of course further discuss family politics. but i must admit i am not a great source of experience or knowledge in that. Have not even met a decent part of the family. Just some close relatives and people i ran into. One of the first your sister Dwynwen actually. Lovely woman." She gestures her drink to Realmer. "do you have a wish to discuss family politics? or perhaps other questions that come to mind? Since we are in contact now and from a distance of each other enjoying a drink i am open to switch subjects." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Well firstly; I never really like to talk about Family Politics, but especially since I am sometimes involved in them." He chuckles, swirls his brandy, inhales the aroma then continues. "In regards to my sister, Dwynwen; you do not have to speak well of her just because I am her brother. Truthfully, I barely know her and it has been some time since last we met or spoke. An honest, unguarded opinion of her would be welcome." *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah laughs. "Well i understand. I don't like to talk politics at all. But they tend to happen alot around our family. She raises an eyebrow. "Oh i don't speak well of her cause you are her brother. I don't care if i didn't like her i would say so. Like your father. I find him a despicable ass. But he is an ass with info so sometimes you just have to endure people." She takes a sip and smiles touching the braid. "No Dwyn and i are actually friends and i really lile her. You know that the braid she had from her Hagalta is gone? Satura's braid with Hagalta as well." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "No, I was not aware that either had removed their braid for Hagalta. Since I was not raised as a traditional Adask, many of the Adask customs are barely known or completely unknown to me. I am only peripherally aware of the significance of braids... something to do with a Bond to someone or something, if I recall correctly. And no, my hair pulled into a single braid has no significance; I did it mostly for battle's sake and just a little for style... it seems to go well with my new clothing style choices." *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah laughs. "Oh don't worry, figured in case you were in the know about it you would now know the developments " Looking clearly over Realmer his hairstyle she smiles. "Oh yes having hair out of the way of your work is smart. Be it war or something else. Now for dancing... you want it loose. Adds to the dramatic flow of things. But if you are ever interested in dance. We can talk about that at length at a different time. " Alvah runs her hand over her mostly braided hair. "The only braid with meaning is this small one from Dwyn when she taught me the first principles of shapeshifting." Sitting back sipping she then looks seriously at Realmer. "So a different question if you do not mind. And if you do not wish to answer i fully understand. You say that Adagalasck is in an almost constant state of battle. Is that what the realm is like? Or is that due to other reasons? " *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer chuckles then shows a wry smile. "I do consider myself 'stylish' and will change my attire and look to suit my mood or setting." He chuckles again. "And though I am rather agile and graceful, I am only a 'dancer' in the regard that it was forced learning on Rasak and my interest in Kabuki Theater and how dance relates to it; a conversation for another time." "Adagalasck has many old feuds and many new ones; though King Julian and others brought about much stability, conflicts were still common and mostly settled in Arena Wars, battles fought in great Stadiums or Coliseums to minimize collateral damage and total loss of ones forces. But battles outside the Stadiums still occurred. Most recently, with many changes in regional leadership and power bases, many other conflicts have arisen, and a variety of powerful beings could be involved. So, I wouldn't characterized it as all of Adagalasck being in a 'constant state of battle', but there is a lot of fighting; training battles and real ones. And soon an Enemy from outside the Realms of Adagalasck will bring all out Open Warfare to my new home; guaranteeing considerable collateral damage in every possible form... but that will also have to be a conversation for another day; it's complicated and involved." He laughs lightly and drinks a bit of brandy then says: "A bit of advice on Shape Shifting; find your Demon Form, your Chaos Form as it is also called, your Combat Form as most Amberites tend to call it... find that Form and become intimately familiar with all of its benefits and any potential limitations. Then practice Shifting to that Form often, and stay in the New Form for long periods of time; this will make it nearly as natural as your Human Form. Once you have your two Base Forms, then you can truly expand your Shape Shifting capabilities and search for your Avatar or Animal Form." He lifts his snifter and toasts Alvah, then drinks a large amount followed by a smile. *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah inclines her head at the comment about dancing and smiles. Slowly nodding as she is informed about Adagalasck taking in the info. "Well about Adagalasck, personally i do not know how much dealings i will have there. But i like to know things and gather information where i can." A small grin appears. "Habits i picked up from my job before being introduced to Amber. King Julian." Alvah shrugs. "Don't know him. Opinions are divided about him but i know he is one of the elders of the family." During the explanation of shapeshifting Alvah leans in. Curiously and highly interested. "Thank you for that advice. Haven't learned much still planning on asking someone to teach me. Dwyn just showed me to change my eye color. Was even before my first time in Amber." Sitting back. "Considering how fast time moves in Rasak it wasn't that long ago. In Amber time." She holds up her glass. "Again thank you for the advice. I will take it to heart when i ever learn shapeshifting. It is on my list so to say." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' “There are many ways to learn Shape Shifting; learning the smaller shifts is a good way to begin. And learning from more than one source is another; every Shape Shifter will have some tip or trick to share. Ask Vek for his advice on beginner Shape Shifting; his point of view may be quite different considering he is from the Chaos end of things and his initial Form was certainly his Demon Form; his advice should be quite interesting.” He chuckles and wonders himself what advice Vek will give. “I learned Shape Shifting from my Grandfather, your Great Grandfather, Dworkin, then I picked up many tricks along the way from other sources. Though I am not as advanced as some others, I am certainly an accomplished Shape Shifter and would be happy to teach you what I know. Despite my other duties, I already have some responsibilities to teach and train others; I have more than one 'student' requiring varying degrees of attention in a variety of Powers, including Shape Shifting and Sorcery. Should you be interested, you are invited to join me here and learn these things and maybe more. But, know I will put you to work when you're not training. And considering your Rasak training, I will put your training and skills to good use.” He smiles and winks in a playful way. “But I know you still have things to do, and plans in the making and places to go before you might have time to visit Adagalasck. But the invitation is always open. And feel free to bring your 'friends' and any companions with you when you visit; they are welcome as well." “Now I have a question... two actually; you said you recently graduated Rasak... how long ago was that, by days in Amber? And did the course include any magic or magical warfare training? I recently graduated as well, relatively speaking by time in Amber, and I am curious if you served on Adledross before or after I did. Not that it matters, just an idle curiosity.” *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Listening intently to the advice and tips on shapeshifting she smiles. Sipping and listening. At the invitation she inclines her head. "Thank you, that is very kind of you. I have recently been taught in Sorcery actually, Bleys was my teacher. From there i asked Arlo to instruct me in Conjuration. That is where my lessons are now. After that yes Shapeshifting and i will ask Vek for his advice as well." Alvah looks at Realmer and laughs "Oh you might overestimate me when thinking about putting my Rasak training and skills to use." A deep breath exhales and she nods. "Yes plenty of things to do. Mostly training. Some just sorting personal things out. From there i see where my path leads me. But thank you for the invitation. As for your questions it was very recently. Lets see i have been there very recently in Adledross. I think in Amber time 2 weeks ago. I haven't been long in Amber after i graduation. I tend to move alot. As for magical training or magical warfare. No not really. Just an army, leading jt from one point to the other." An exhausted sigh come from Alvah as she recalls the leading of the troops. "Just happy that is done." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer chuckles and smiles at Alvah. "The rigors of command are not for everyone. If you like being in command; then you shouldn't be in command. If you dislike being in command; then you probably should be in command. If you are bad at being in command, despite your best efforts; then you shouldn't be in command. Knowing and admitting you are bad at command is a sign of both intelligence and wisdom." He toasts her with his snifter and drinks some brandy. "Regardless of your experience on Adledross, Rasak builds great soldiers, and you did graduate. As a Leader, my honest assessment of you, based on our conversation, was not to place you in into a leadership role, but into a role as a specialist and bodyguard; your body languages and body movements indicate you are a skilled warrior and I am sure you have other skills to offer that would make you effective in many roles. Don't put yourself down or count yourself out. Just because you are young and still learning doesn't mean you cannot be skilled and effective. And being young means you have a lot of potential and many paths to choose from, which means a lot to offer someone willing to invest." "And just to satisfy your curiosity, I am pretty sure you graduated shortly before I did; at very most, it has been a week and a half in Amber Time... I think it is actually closer to just one week since I returned... much has happened. If you should speak with Dwynwen again, tell my sister I said hello and bid her well. And tell her she should contact me when she desires, if she so wishes." *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah laughs and shakes her head. "Or just not be in such a situation command is needed. I just hated being in command. Was so relieved when the roles were switched." Taking a sip Alvah taps her beaker with a finger thoughtfully. "Well i usually work alone, yes i have experience as a warrior. But my specialty lies in retrieving and gathering." A proud look appears on her face. "Back in shadow where i grew up i was a professional thief. Mostly intelligence gathering, magic item retrieva,l sometimes materialistic goods." Her face changes quick in a harsher look when talking about paths. "Yeah, more people share that thought. A young person to be molded in a path they want. I'll find my own." A hint of disgust is seen but quickly fades again. Taking a long drink she sighs and her face goed neutral with a small smile. "Time is...... to confusing. I know i am in Randal which is Vulsara so here its a... 60 to 1 ratio. I can sort of work from there but when the comparison starts with other shadow i'm not even trying." Holding ip her glass she nods. "I will let Dwyn know, she is with Satura now mostly. But i'm sure by now i can talk her into going out and about a bit. Perhaps she and i will run away together again." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Forgive me if I offended you, it was not my intent. I was not trying to guide you onto a path of my choosing, I was merely trying to show you the paths that I might be able to offer, and offer guidance to a new Amberite. I recall what it was like not knowing things and not knowing whom I could turn to. And I would hope that you would make your own informed choices and not let others make them for you." *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah shrugs leaning back. "Heard it just to many times in my short time in contact with the family, everybody seems to have a plan for everyone. Though i must admit plenty are open about it." A wide grin appears. "Informed sure. But i usually go by gut feeling and sense of adventure. We'll see how that goes." Tipping her beaker towards Realmer. "So did you do Rasak by choice? Or were there matters pushing you that way? Just curiosity... don't answer if you don't want to." She adds with a bit of a grin. *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "I understand gut feelings and a sense of adventure... I was a professional Adventurer for many years before coming to Amber; again a story for another time. Enjoy the sense of freedom it brings and the experiences it brings you." "And I don't mind answering. I volunteered to attend Rasak of my own choice. And not a 'Rasak or the Dungeons' choice. There is a story and a reason behind it, a story for another day, but the gist of it is: I had heard of Benedict's Training Course and decided to attend, got permission from King Random and Benedict and then that very day, I was on Rasak. I knew the knowledge and skills would be useful, in the long run for sure. Plus it gave me a whole network of contacts with warriors, soldiers and leaders from across Shadow; those I attended with, to perhaps call upon when needed." *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah nods slowly. "good to know, heard that people are sometimes less volunteering and more convinced it might be better for them. Then there is that darn compusion ring thing." As she says that she holds up her hand her thumb carressing where that ring had been. "Anyway things are done. and i must admit the skills and experiences are useful. But yeah when you agree with going, you are there the same day." Swirling her drink in her beaker she then smiles. "so do you still have that white little dog?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "Yes, I still have the little wooly puffed land piranha, though not with me at this time; I left him in Flora's care before I left for Rasak, the only person besides me he likes. I have been a bit too busy to contact her and reclaim my little monster... and didn't really have a place yet either... but now.... ...... perhaps I should make a Trump call soon. And how do you know about my little white dog?" *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah smiles. "Oh i'm sure if he is in Flora her care that he would be perfectly fine and pampered. The castle of Amber is slowly turning into a zoo, before you know it the animals reign the kingdom.” A soft chuckles escapes her then with a to much of an innocent look she shrugs. "oh how i know, well, stories. About loyalty, devotion, blood and heartache." A playful smile and twinkle in her eyes appear. "Heard how you helped someone, who had her heart removed and turned to a diamond. Who was nearly dead. You know how it goes with stories right?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer has a twinkle in his eyes now as well, and smile on his too. He chuckles and nods his head. "Yes, I do know how it goes with stories; all too well. And depending upon whom is telling them, will determine the amount of truth and the overall perspective and tone of the said story. Yes, the story is true; or at least what you have just said I will confirm." He pauses a moment to think. "I know Dwyn was not present, but Arlo was. Bleys as well. I know you have had interactions with both by our conversation. And there is also the woman I saved... and you are in Vulsara... hmmm. Ok, I'll bite: who told you this story and why do you think they told it to you?" *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah laughs. "Oh the answer who told me the story is easy enough, Realmer." She sways her fingers playfully in the air. "I am daughter of Delwin, my brother is Vance. He is also very keen on me learning all that i can. So Admiral Celakat and Vance told me about the dog the lady and showed me the particular heart. Had me even watch the particular piece of the past where it happened in the life of the victim." She then holds up her finger and grins. "Now the part to why, several reasons. And with your intelligence and deducing abilities, can you figure out why, they would tell me such a story, of a heart being ripped out by a single cut. Turned by this certain action to a diamond heart of somewhat power." Taking a slow long drink she smiles a playful grin. "It would not be to warn me that it would happen in Amber again, no? Azcalan priests have not been seen there for a while now." Tipping her beaker towards Realmer she gives him a challenging look "what do you think?" *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer looks slightly irritated. "I have never been fond of guessing games, even when I am playing a guessing game. And I especially don't like the 'see if you can guess' or 'see if you can figure it out' game. But I will play along this time." "My guess would be that you are going to Azcala. They showed you and told you what they did either because they wanted you to be wary while there, or to investigate something while there. Another guess would be because you are investigating Hagalta. He had dealings with Azcala and the Azcalans and has also had the ritual performed on him. I know this because I have seen his crystal heart." "And now that I have made my guesses, will you please tell me the actual reason. Or what you believe to be the reason or the reason that they told you." *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah grins clearly enjoying this and maybe even the irritation. The playful sparkle still in her eyes and a grin resting on her face she slowly drinks. Concidering, thinking. Then after a moment she shakes her head. "Eh some things are close some are turned around." She sits straight up and leans forward again looking straight at Realmer with her two coloured eyes. With her free hand she holds up a finger. "Yes i will tell you the reasons. though i am concidering if i first want to ask you something else. But that would not be according to ettiquette would it. It is usually a question and an answer, right." She laughs and keeps staring at Realmer. "Alright what people are warning me about is indeed what they can do in Azcala, the priests. What can happen if you have such a heart made of yourself. Although you do not do that usually freely. There are only a few who actually enjoy that. It is the fact that they need me to know what it can mean and what kind of power it holds." Her grin seems a bit wilder she then continues after a drink. "Okey i will tell you cause you have been so nicely playing along with my questions and i think this news is spread already far and wide anyway. My mothers side of the family is Azcalan. i am actually a granddaughter of Tonacat. Not that i ever met him." She leans back giving herself a moment to study a reaction if there is any "And why i was questioning Hagalta was because he had so many hearts taken from him. I needed to know how he got in, got out and what they did to him. He was so kind to tell me. for a price of course." Alvah shrugs. "So now you know." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' "A granddaughter of Tonocat, interesting." The expression on Realmer's face shows interest, but not surprise. "I was wondering if, or when, our little Royal Family would have a family tie to Azcala and the Azcalan Royal Family. Now it seems we do. He chuckles and takes a swallow of his brandy then continues. "Seems our Royal Family is branching out all over the place. We have always had ties to the Court of Chaos, from the Barimen line of Dworkin, of course, but also through the line of Benedict. If you would like a short history lesson and a lesson on Chaos / Amber genealogy, ask Vek about his bloodline." A slight smile crosses his lips. "We also have family ties to the Royal Families of Tosa and York, Adagalasck obviously, possibly Regor, and the Fey of Arden. Plus Mandalay and Avalon. It seems that the Royal Family of Amber is far more virile and fertile than old Oberon ever thought." Realmer chuckles again. "So, which daughter of Tonocat is your mother? And what is the other question you wanted to ask me?" *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah looks carefully at the reaction of Realmer and seems almost to relax a bit seeing he takes it up pretty well. A slight shrug shows. "It is not strange thought it was not really intentional and it does come with certain risks. Hence i had a talk with your father Hagalta. Tonacat.... is a bit... well he got his panties up in a bunch that is clear." Inclining her head she smiles. "oh yes i have heard of the family ties there. It is how i spend a lot of time in Amber, Sitting and listening to well mostly Arlo. Only half a question i have to ask and he can talk on and on and i only have to sit, listen and learn. About Tosa and York. I think i only know one from there. And i can sort of can call him my uncle.. but not from blood. " She smiles thinking of their recent reacquaintance. Alvah looks at Realmer for a moment and then shakes her head. "My mother her name i will not say yet, first i have plans to meet her myself. face to face. well not alone of course i do not have a deathwish or a wish to lose yet another heart. But i will tell you when i we will see each other again and i have met her and talked to her." She taps her drink with her finger and then shrugs slightly. "I was mostly wondering what your stance was towards Azcala, the people, the priests, and the royal family." *'''Daniel Eric Van Campen Sr.''' Realmer sighs. "My view of Azcala and the Azcalan people is complicated... and would require a deep conversation in and of itself... and that conversation will be reserved for another time." Realmer sits up straight and focuses on Alvah, looking into her eyes. "And speaking of time, ours has come to an end. Though I have enjoyed this surprise and impromptu conversation, there are many matters which require my attention and I must be getting back to them." "Once you have completed more of your studies and more training, and after you have visited Azcala and have learned what you can, feel free to contact me again or even just come visit me at the Tower of the Southwind in Adagalasck." Realmer stands and smiles. "Lady Alvah, daughter of Delwin, once again, Well Met. And I wish unto you Good Hunting and Safe Travels." Realmer bows respectfully to Alvah. *'''Amber Bronkhorst''' Alvah herself stands up as well as a like wise gesture and bows her head out of respect as well. "Thank you for your time Sir , it was truly an interesting and educational conversation, i do hope we will talk to each other soon again. But i am sure that will happen in the future." She smiles looking up. "good luck to you and yours." Waving her hand over the trump she breaks the contact. ====<big>CHAPTER</big>====
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