Mirrors (Episode 1)

Kris looks Erothii over again with the realization of what she must be. "But, if you were dissatisfied with your arrangement, you could always confide your true name to someone with hopes of improving your lot in this existence. It would have to be someone you could trust. That is, unless your current binding agreement compels you to never reveal your true name."

As Lucian understands what the woman is, he finds himself more intrigued than anything. Chances for him to possibly learn from an actual demon were few and far between. There was a good chance that Erothii would have no knowledge of the creatures of his world, but it could be an interesting start. Was he fortunate to find two possible sources of knowledge, or was it something he should be wary of? "Are true names generally important things for demons? Could you have one and not know it?"

"True name are very important to demons..all demons. At least I think so." Erothii replies to Lucian's query. "I've never known a demon who didn't know its own true name, but I guess its possible. Why do you ask, Lucian?"

As Erothii questions Lucian's curiosity about a demon's knowledge of it own true name, Kris glances over at him and rubs Blue's neck and face.

"Oh, that's easy. I've encountered some weird things in my life and I ask odd questions in general. I would assume demons could forget things, depending on what happened to them. I am far from learned about them though, apologies if it was weird." Lucian gave a little shrug and, while not actually lying, he omitted his personal companion. Or merge mate. Or whatever it was.

"Not weird at all." Erothii assures Lucian. She changes the position of one arm about the book and looks down at it. "Oh..right. Again, glad to make your acquaintances, but I must be off to deliver the tome to my Mistress."

The pretty little demon casually moves back to the side door she entered from and vanishes through it again.

Scene 7: Forging Ahead



Trusting the cybermonk can remember his route back to the plaza, he and Natrix depart from the palace on a jaunt to check on the Veritas and its crew.

Keltos walks slowly back toward the dock, pacing himself and taking in his surroundings as fully as he possibly can. Later he will update his map, refining it further.

"I struggle to accept that superficial similarities are what finds us all paired," Says Keltos "Perhaps it’s not the similarities at all, superficial or otherwise that find us walking together. Let me tell you a bit about myself and you be the judge"

"I’ve heard too many men speak of chaos like it is some unknowable, enigmatic thing. That it is the birthplace of magic and demons, and even creativity. Where lazy minds accept that as truth, rational minds instead seek it out. Things are only unknowable and enigmatic until they are not. Once the rules and mechanisms behind their many manifestations become apparent they then become truths, or virtues"

"Regardless if you are a sorcerer or a painter of small things, success in ones art comes not from unknowable chaos, but knowledge. Anything else makes for a dead sorcerer and poor artist."

"Fundamentally, I am driven to explore not to just the realms around us but WHY they are around us. I do not believe in the unknowable, only the unknown. I am here because of that need to know. I am an explorer and a scholar."

Natrix listens, as she walks along with Keltos. Her hood is pulled down over her face and she steadies her gait with the staff, as she is want to do. "I do not think it matterss whether the pairingss are as sssimple as sssimilarities or complex as life itself. The choices were made by Lord Orb and we are not he. Pondering the why is a waste of time."

"As a rule, I don't reveal personal matterss to ssstrangers." She says with a shrug. "Though, I will admit I have a preference for the neutral ground. Neither virtues nor demons appeal to me."

"Undecided then?" Says Keltos with chuckle, "Something that I have learned is that a life with purpose begins when one finds their path. I hope that when you find yours it is grounded in reality and not superstition."

"Regardless," Continues the Monk "Perhaps we can find some common ground from which we can build some trust. The moment we move past being strangers is when we cease being vulnerable to our assumptions of one another."

"Let me start with this small token" Says Keltos handing Natrix his map.

As Keltos hands Natrix the map to look over, their path makes a decided turn to the left and what is at first heard as a faint intermittent sound of metal on metal echoing down the street, becomes more and more pronounced as they continue forward.

The only movement in the streets along their way so far are several noticeably shadowy, and hazy figures moving along the streets in their periphery. From this distance they seem to not have many features, including faces.



At the end of the long straight of the street, both Keltos and Natrix see an open doorway and feel an increase in the temperature coming from it. The sound is unmistakably that of a hammer ringing against anvil. Above the doorway is a sign depicting such; an anvil and the word Blackmantle.

Keltos pauses, distracted by the sound hammering. "Shall we?" Says Keltos stepping inside.

Stepping through the large open doorway, Keltos and Natrix find themselves in a forge. A sweaty muscular, dark-skinned, Human male, with white hair and beard is diligently working at an anvil with the blade of sword.






From behind a desk just inside the large doorway to the left comes the voice of a woman. "Hello. Welcome to Blackmantle Forge. We've been expecting new faces around the city. How can we help you? I am Jocelynne." The voice belongs to a young dark-skinned woman, with more than a hint of resemblance to the older man.

Keltos, looks around with curiosity before giving a slight bow, "My name is Keltos, and this is Natrix. We were just on our way to the docks when we heard your work. Since we are new here, I thought it wise to familiarize myself with your city. Perhaps you can tell me more of the Blackmantle."

With a sudden rush of sizzling sound and rising steam, as the blade is quenched in the nearby awaiting tub of water, the older man wipes off his hands on his apron and turns to regard the two guests. "Welcome honored guests. Blackmantle is the name bestowed upon my line. I am Choyle. Ours is descended of the blood of the Nihrain and servants of the Balance. It was the Blackmantle forged the invulnerable armor of the Warrior in Jet and Gold many millenia past and we now hold the honor as the celebrated weaponsmiths and armorers of the Lords of T'Lorn."

"A most noble trade, the honor is mine. I see you are accomplished with blades, are you also familiar with firearms and their like?"

The smith nods his head. "Yes. I have forged a firearm or two in my day. There's not as much demand for them, but I know my way around them."

"There is certainly a bit of complexity associated with the weapons, in both its use and of course construction. Handcrafting quality firearms can be time consuming and expensive. That is an uncommon skill. I am curious, have any of the City Lords ever commissioned a firearm?"

The younger Blackmantle interjects, "Yes. A couple of them have. Some quite exotic to the common users of firearms. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say, these weapons were designed to make big impacts with the enemy."

Turning his attention to the younger Keltos continues, "Facinating. Although I am familiar with a variety of firearms, my interests are mostly limited to theory and design. I'm not much of a marksman. If time and circumstances permit perhaps we can share notes as they say. "

Keltos gives a polite nod before leaving for the docks.