Legion (Episode 2)

"Come forth Champions of the Realms of Man." Booms the recognizable voice of Lord Orb.




"Enter Champions and welcome to the Chambers of the Inner Council of T'Lorn." Chamberlin voices to the eight. "Mine is the distinct pleasure of introducing you to each of the members of the council and their respective esteemed aides."

"Of the council members, seated left of our Lord Orb, is Master Fane: High Priest of Slortar the Old." He gives a waving gesture toward a dark-skinned Eldren male, dressed in highly decorative robes.





"Continuing counter-clockwise, is the Lady Sibylla; sister-mate to Master Fane." He gives a waving gesture toward a dark-skinned Eldren female in equally elaborate ensemble.



"Seated to the Lady Sibylla's right is the enigmatic Lex Grimoire." He continues gesturing to a robes figure with a feminine face highly tattooed with strings of arcane symbols.



Chamberlin switches hands and indicates a cyborg female seated on the other side of the doors. "Our next council member is Lady Cybrexia Nox." The gearhead cyborg nods slightly to acknowledge her name.



"Coming on around the circle, we next arrive at Lady Naustia Tormtor." He indicates an attractive Tiefling female with very arachnid-like features, and wearing nothing save a long black loincloth.



"And..last, but not least of the council, is our Oracle." Chamberlin nods to a woman with lavender hair seated just to Lord Orb's left.



"Now, completing our introductions, I will continue with the council's indispensable subordinates." Chamberlin announces. "Also seated beside our Great Lord, is Physician and Healer, Doctor Talosh Anemonn." the masculine figure he indicates has silver-blue eyes in pools of darker blue. His skin seems to scintillate in the light of the chamber and is lightly scaled in light grey mottled in places with blue. Shoulder-length tendrils writhe about the atop his head, tipped with slightly glowing globules; not unlike the stalks of a sea anemone.



"Seated between Master Fane and Lady Sibylla is Sanguinor, head information gatherer and chief procurer." Everyone will recognize this as the androgynous vampire who came to breakfast.



"Seated between council members, Lady Naustia and Lady Cybrexia is Torment: High Inquisitor."



There is no doubt in anyone's mind that Torment is at least a greater demon of pain.

"Does anyone have questions before we begin?" Chamberlin asks the eight Champions.

Keltos steeples his hands, his eyes silently assessing each of the council members.

"One question. Are we going to be told what is happening, or is it a figure it out as we go along type thing?" Lucian doesn't like how they are surrounded, but knows better than to complain about it.

Chamberlin looks directly at Lucian. "Happening? What isn't clear here to you, m'Lord Falken?"

"Honestly, lots of things. I did, perhaps, phrase it poorly. We're going to be sparring for you all to watch and judge however you plan to do so, but sparring can mean a lot of things. And, really, this doesn't seem like a room for fighting each other, so this might be a small meet and greet? You all know exactly what is happening, but I had no idea here even existed until last night. Vague instructions are all well and good until you're the one receiving them. My idea of sparring and your idea of sparring could be entirely different - and that is just a people thing, let alone a world universe thing." Lucian shrugged as he simply told them what he was thinking.

"I like rules for this sort of thing. Is it more 'free for all good luck' or 'here are the guidelines good luck'? Yes, you may have been about to tell us, but I find guessing rules tedious at the best of times so I figured I'd just ask while you gave me the chance. Just incase it's the 'try not to murder each other' type of sparring." While his attitude could appear flippant, it more seems like he has often missed the chance to ask something he would have benefited from knowing and has learned to ask when he can. Even if it made him look slow or stupid -which had actually been useful a time or two - Lucian had learned questions were always best asked. If the other party chose not to enlighten you, well at least you asked.

Besides, it wasn't like he had any idea about what any of these people were like. It was all well and good to trust people, but the council most likely knew a lot about him while he knew essentially nothing about them. Asking questions, even if redundant and he knew the general answer, was a way to gather information that could prepare him for what was to come. Behavior could tell you a lot as well, so he might even learn something from how they received his questions despite how they answered them. And he didn't have to limit this to the council, but it could also teach him things about his fellow champions that might be useful later on.

Chamberlin listens to Lucian's concerns and nods. "The observation and assessment matches will begin in short measure. Combatants will be transported from this central chamber to the locations of the actual contests. Each match will be observed by the council and those in this chamber who remain."

"Conditions of each Champion during the contests will be closely monitored. These matches are not intended to kill our Champions and a match will be ended should an individual's life be considered in peril. Doctor Anemonn will be here for immediate response should his expertise be required."

"Also, a Champion may call for quarter to end a match, if they can not or wish not to continue."

Radu stands in silence, listening to the outline of the pending contests. In turn, he bows. "My venerable Lords and Ladies," he says with a smile. "I suppose I also have a question - this contest, I gather it is meant to learn of our strengths. Our weaknesses. You say it is not meant to end any of our lives, so it is not a means to cull out the weak. I must gather, then, you intend to strengthen us through these trials against the greater threat you have alluded to.

What I don't believe is fully clear - what are your short term intentions for the winners and losers of these matches? Should we be expecting simply to lick our wounds and better ourselves for the next match?"

Lord Orb clears his throat as a cue for Chamberlin, that he will answer the latest question.

"Win or lose in the matches, all will be rewarded by the experience. Those who win, will be granted access to the vaults and there allowed to select a prize for their success. When the assessments conclude, each of our Champions will be given the opportunity to train and learn from experts to better their capabilities for the upcoming quests beyond the Eternal City."

Satisfied with the answer, Radu nods. "Thank you Lord Orb. Surely the experience alone will be of great value. You humble us with your resources and the opportunities given us. I can only hope you had such a hospitable patron when you yourself were chosen to be a champion."

Lucian listened to Chamberlin and gave a nod of thanks and understanding when he was finished. No death was good. As Radu asked about what happened for winners versus losers, he found it interesting that the winner would be granted a prize. Useful, both potentially in the future and now as motivation. Yet, with his suspicious mindset, he also saw how it could be used as a method of establishing some sort of hierarchy within the champions. Although he wasn't sure how dividing them would benefit anyone, assuming the information they had been given so far was factual anyway.

"Then. With no other questions, let the games begin!" Chamberlin announces.


Lord Orb claps his hands together and everyone can feel the circular council chambers begin to slowly rotate clockwise. The entrance area vanishes and more seats materialize in its stead completing a perfectly spherical viewing stadium. Tajuri and Leh'veia fade out and disappear, as the other six Champions remain.

"Sit." Lord Orb invites them with a gesture of his hand toward the new seats.



When everyone has been seated, the floor opens up like an iris valve and, as the room slowly turns, everyone within has a full view of a spherical-shaped chamber ringed with columns and illuminated by glowing lines and sigils. There, in miniature, stand the first two combatants squaring off across the room from each other.

Scene 2: Tajuri vs Leh'veia

The combatants find themselves transported into a spherical-shaped chamber surrounded by ancient columns. Beyond is only darkness. It is illuminated by a series of lines and sigils in the stonework floor and ceiling. The six standing columns rise to ten feet and appear to hold up the ceiling. The ceiling is slightly dome-shaped, rising from ten feet at the columns to twelve feet in the center of the chamber. Behind each combatant stands the base of column which is flat on top and rises four feet from the floor.

Leh'veia draws her demon weapon and it transforms into a revolver. She dances about and invokes the arcane.

She aims the demon gun at Tajuri, as the Moonfolk Hexblade strides toward her and fires.

Taj sidesteps the bullet and glides in for the attack, whirling her demonic naginata and empowering it the with smite of her patron goddess. The greater demon weapon snickers, as Tajuri's thrust picks up Leh'veia and throws her prone, on her back, onto the floor.

Doctor Anemonn immediately appears beside the fallen Leh'veia and begins to administer healing techniques.

Tajuri fades from the arena and finds herself standing once more in the center of the Inner Council chamber, with blood dripping down the blade of her polearm.

The High Priest, Master Fane, is surprised by the sudden and brutal one attack that ended the first match. He glances over to Lord Orb and nods. "It is as you said, Orb. Having now seen for myself, this one is even more deadly than beautiful. The Queen of Swords is well Championed by the embodiment of Tajuri Shadowmoon."

He turns and nods to Tajuri and retakes his seat.

Momentarily, Kris and Lucian fade from their seats in the Inner Council chamber and appear in the arena for the second match.

"Blood and Souls for my Lady, Xiombarg!" Tajuri calls out, as the dark-skinned high priest mentions her patron. She bows to the compliment given. Her wicked demon weapon vanishes, and she glides over to take one of the two seats vacated by the next pairing of combatants.

Scene 3: Kris vs Lucian

The combatants find themselves transported into a spherical-shaped chamber surrounded by ancient columns. Beyond is only darkness. It is illuminated by a series of lines and sigils in the stonework floor and ceiling. The six standing columns rise to ten feet and appear to hold up the ceiling. The ceiling is slightly dome-shaped, rising from ten feet at the columns to twelve feet in the center of the chamber. Behind each combatant stands the base of column which is flat on top and rises four feet from the floor.

Kris blinks and rapidly adjusts to the new surroundings. "Blue. Vanish." She tells her little companion and he disappears from sight. She then vanishes as well.

Lucian readies his staff as he snaps his fingers on his free hand to summon his hound. "Hold tight, Useless." The little dragon crouches down on his shoulder, bracing itself until further instruction.

Even as the demon hound turns to follow the movements of the invisible Kris, Blue appears between them. he is now the size of a large winged ape. He slashes his massive clawed hands into the Hound. At exactly the same moment, Lucian receives three slashing blade attacks himself; each one from an invisible Kris.

The match is called and the two combatants return to the Inner Council chamber.

"For those of us fortunate enough to have been able to witness that performance, young Lady Amani, the arts of Bladesong and assassin were quite a pleasure to watch. You combine them wonderfully, dear. As a dancer of the blade myself, it will be interesting to see how we might improve upon your art."

Radu and Killian fade from the Inner Council chamber and appear in the arena for the third match.

Scene 4: Radu vs Killian

The combatants find themselves transported into a spherical-shaped chamber surrounded by ancient columns. Beyond is only darkness. It is illuminated by a series of lines and sigils in the stonework floor and ceiling. The six standing columns rise to ten feet and appear to hold up the ceiling. The ceiling is slightly dome-shaped, rising from ten feet at the columns to twelve feet in the center of the chamber. Behind each combatant stands the base of column which is flat on top and rises four feet from the floor.

Killian steps forward, gripping his greataxe two-handed.

Radu draws his blade, Xolvoneth, from its dark scabbard and repositions himself. He throws his hand out and manifests an echo between him and Killian. "I would say I'm sorry, for you do not know what it is you face."

"Hahaha!" Killian laughs in his deep voice. "Apology accepted, Lord Hove."

The Fire Goliath warlord rushes forward, cleaving through the translucent twin as he does, and then delivering a solid blow to the Dhampir Lord with his greater demon greataxe.

Radu attempts to catch the great axe in a parry but doesn't bring his sword up in time. The axe slices into his body, leaving a crimson trail in its wake. He breaths, smiles, then raises his hand and snaps his fingers. His echo reappears behind Killian as he returns the attack with a roar of might. The cuts come with lightning speed, from front and back.

The Fire Goliath takes the beating and is still standing, but he is clearly weakened by the barrage of attacks. Immediately, Hellfire erupts from his wounds and threatens both Radu and his twin.

Radu throws a hand up to shield him from the heat while his echo dissipates in a cloud of vapor.

The two combatants return to the Inner Council chambers. Killian staggers to one knee and Doctor Anemonn is instantly there beside him to assist him to a seat and administer aid.

Radu narrows his gaze at Killian. He had apologized in advance. Surely that was sufficient in a circumstance as this. He stifles a short laugh, but the smirk does not go away so quickly. The other man had hurt him, though, and he felt both a need to rejuvenate and a desire for nourishment.

The Lady Cyborg, who is at least half machine by all appearances, speaks with a slightly metallic tinge to her voice. "Impressive combat prowess, Lord Hove. With so many attacks, you very well may get the nickname Tornado or Maelstrom attached to you."

Natrix and Keltos fade from the Inner Council chamber and appear in the arena for the fourth match.

Scene 5: Natrix vs Keltos

The combatants find themselves transported into a spherical-shaped chamber surrounded by ancient columns. Beyond is only darkness. It is illuminated by a series of lines and sigils in the stonework floor and ceiling. The six standing columns rise to ten feet and appear to hold up the ceiling. The ceiling is slightly dome-shaped, rising from ten feet at the columns to twelve feet in the center of the chamber. Behind each combatant stands the base of column which is flat on top and rises four feet from the floor.

Keltos slowly walks towards the center (F7) non-threateningly, hands visible and free of any weapons. Keltos waits.

Keltos forgoes initiative and waits to see if Natrix will attack him.

Natrix climbs onto the raised base near her and activates a shimmering globe-like barrier around her.

Keltos tilts his head but otherwise remains motionless, trying to identify the effect. Arcana

Keltos walks to i6 directly in front of the ward but does not do anything. Staring silently awaiting a reaction.

"This is not a sstaring competition, Ssseeker." Natrix says, as seven luminous green motes form above her hand atop the staff and streak through the shimmering barrier. Each slams into Keltos with force.

"Very well, we do this on your terms"

Keltos invokes Silence centered on himself and uses use his superior movement to keep pace with his opponent keeping her within his bubble of influence.

Unmoving from her perch, Natrix slings seven more luminous green motes that slam into Keltos with force.

'Well this is getting painful', thinks Keltos,

Opting for a more direct approach and hoping that the shield wont keep him out he moves through and opens up with a flurry of attacks to the vitals and attempts to stun his opponent.

Seven more missiles streak out and pummel Keltos.

The match is called and the two combatants return to the Inner Council chamber.

"Simple, yet effective technique this time, Lady Xenodon." The lavender-tressed Oracle comments. "Though, it would be good to see in future endeavors more movement and attention to protection from physical attacks."

Her eyes divert to Keltos. "I am at a loss to the battle tactic you were employing, Seeker. Why such prolonged hesitation?"

Radu grins at the cyborg's words. "I quite like Maelstrom," he says.

"Because fighting on command would make me a pimp slaved whore, and fighting for prizes makes me a cheap entertainer. I am neither." Says Keltos without judgement.

Scene 6: ?


"So, by virtue of your feelings on the matter, you are implying that your seven fellow Champions are, as you say—cheap, pimp-slaved whores for complying with our wishes to assess your overall readiness to meet the challenges ahead? Is this correct, Mister Seeker?" The Oracle replies to the cybermonk in a calm even tone.

"Hey!? I am no one's whore." Kris exclaims, raising a single brow and looking across to the masked monk. "If I felt this wasn't the purpose for my immediate being and that is might give me answers to life-long questions of my own existence, I wouldn't be here."

"That would be "Cheap Entertainer" corrects Keltos. "As far as the other champions I cannot speak to their individual professions only my own. That being said, I was under the impression that the champions as you call us are to work together. Wouldn’t a proper assessment test that and seek to find ways to improve that synergy?"

"What you have done, knowingly or unknowingly is create a dynamic that encourages individual rivalry through reward. Your assessment was flawed at best and manipulative at its worse."

"Flawed?! Your arrogance has you overstepping your place, Keltos the Seeker." Lord Orb interjects and stands from his seat. "Team building begins with the individuals. This assessment and observation gave us, as the council, a first look at the base that our team of Champions is working with. Impatience is not a quality that becomes beneficial to creating a group synergy."

Radu smirks and watches the the scene unfold. After the masked man makes his point, Radu raises a finger in the air. "He's not entirely wrong, though I question the wisdom of saying such to beings that surely could manipulate his head from his shoulders with little effort. Is there a specific reason we are to test our abilities against one-another? Or is the purpose for us to become aware of each other's abilities directly versus only in observation?"

"The purpose is to familiarize each other, as well as, assist us in providing the opportunities to improve and hone those abilities. Lord Hove. If the Champions fail, we ultimately all fail." Master Fane replies to the Dhampir.

Keltos remains silent deciding there would be no benefit further antagonizing big egos with small simple truths.

Radu nods, satisfied with the answer. One thing this masked Champion did not consider, is the possibility they may indeed may become rivals in some fashion. It was not lost upon Radu that any one of these beings could face him in true combat some day. He would like very much to know their capabilities in advance should it come to that.

Chamberlin steps forward, as the floor of the Inner Council chamber returns to its previous formation. The motions for the Champions to rise from their seats and the room comes to a stop in its slow rotation.

The seven of the eight Champions, minus the missing Leh'veia, feel a tinge of warm healing energy pass through them to rejuvenate any lingering injury from the matches that have yet to be tended by the Doctor.

"The Assessment Matches have now concluded." The tall man announces. "The Inner Council thanks you for your indulgence and cooperation and now needs time to consider the displays they have witnessed here." He gestures to the exit doors, which have now re-appeared behind the Champions. The doors open of their own accord. "If you would, please make your departures from the chamber."

"The rest of the evening is yours to do with as you will." He adds, as the Champions begin to disperse.


The doctor follows the Champions and closes casually to Tajuri. "A moment of you time, Lady Shadowmoon? I need to speak with you privately."

Tajuri nods. "Sure." She lingers and allows herself to be drawn aside by the charismatic healer. "What do you wish to speak about, Doctor Anemonn?"

Lucian was rather pleased to be out of the ring alive. He knew his skill set was based upon being at range with the ability to see his foe. He gave Kris a half bow, admitting her superior speed. The conversation around him was quick, although he silently agreed with Keltos even as the other's tactics confused him. Master Fane made a point that sounded logical on the surface, but he had never once improved a relationship with someone by being pit against them for a prize. Which meant there was probably another goal here.

Perhaps the others had gotten something from this, but what had he gained? Well, knowledge that if Kris was an ally it was a good thing, he supposed. The others had gained no knowledge of him or his capabilities, however, beyond his lack of speed and physical fragility. He rather thought the second was obvious and that the first could have been found out in another way. It wasn't useful for him to have that known, but it wasn't exactly earth shattering. Although, he supposed he had learned which of them was most likely to kill him by stabbing him.

They were dismissed, and he was happy to oblige. Lucian turned to leave the room with Useless tucked against his face. He understood why his friend worried, but it wasn't needed at that time. Dancing to someone else's tune wasn't exactly new to him. He paused before he left fully and looked to Chamberlin. "Could you direct me to the stables? I would like to spend time with Marengo, since I have free time to do so."

Radu returns to his followers then decides to see more of the city. He is curious to see what serves as a market in this place between time, so goes with the general intent to observe and look upon the strange locale, but if stopped he indicates his intent to find merchants of foods and goods.

Keltos seems distracted gives a quick bow and exits.

Talosh holds his tongue until he's reasonably sure that all the other Champions has departed. "Its about the Lady Leh'veia." He glances down at his feet and then back into Tajuri's eyes. "There's an unforeseen problem."

"I've healed and repaired all of the physical damage to her body from the injury she sustained in the assessment match, but there's no soul to reattach to it. Its not lingering with the body." He kneads his hands together. "It was only after making an attempt to revive her, that I realized the reason for this. Her soul is now attached to you as your servant. At least, until you've retired for the night. Then, unfortunately for our joint cause, The Queen of Swords will claim her in tribute."

He pauses for a moment before continuing, to let the levity of the situation sink in. "The only chance she has of returning to us is if you relinquish the rights to her temporary servitude before your patron takes her soul."

"It would be my pleasure, Lord Falken." Chamberlin acknowledges Lucian's request. "Follow me and I will guide you to the stables."

Kris departs promptly and makes her way back to the octagon tower and up to her quarters. She needed a short measure of solitude to process all the latest happenings and the details, before considering her activities for the evening.

What begins as a sideways grin, quickly progresses into a smirk. "Oh..really?"

She considers for a moment. "Hmmm? I guess in the long run having her as a Champion would be more beneficial than a few hours roaming the halls of this castle as a specter. Leh'veia would, of course, owe me a favor in return to be called in at the time of my choosing."

"Thank you, Lady Shadowmoon, for your understanding of the delicate situation." Doctor Anemonn commends. "I will delay you no longer. I must return to my task and hopefully reunite our body with its essence this time."

Talosh makes his departure.

Scene 7: A Bath Revealed

Returning to the guest suite level of the Octagon Tower, Tajuri and Kris head toward their respective rooms for a bit of downtime and to ready themselves for the rest of their free evening.

Coming out of a haze of inner reflections, Taj turns at the sudden flash of movement she sees in her right periphery. "Oh. Didn't see you there. Hi. Lady Amani. Nice work out there in the arena." She reaches for the handle to her room's door and pauses there with her slender hand on it. "You should come along to the tavern with Jael and me if you don't have any plans."

Kris looks over to Tajuri. "How soon are you thinking of going? There's a tavern nearby? I need to find where the baths are in this place first. I feel like I need one after my travels to get here last night and now the trial with Lucian."

Taj grins. "I was thinking of a nice bath myself. There's no rush. Yes. Jael and I found the tavern earlier. Its called The Runeblade." She replies and then gets a quizzical expression. "Your suite doesn't have a bath? How strange. Mine has an adjoining room. I found there to be a lovely bathing pool and walk-in closet inside."

She waves Kris over. "Come. I will show you. You're welcome to join us...if you'd a mind to."

Putting her hands on hips, Kris moves over to where Tajuri is. "Oh...really? You have a private bath? Huh. I've got to see this."

With her curiosity piqued, Kris accompanies Tajuri into her quarters, where the two are immediately joined by Jael, who hops off the large bed upon seeing them enter.


"Well. This is an pleasant unexpected surprise." She says, approaching Taj and kissing her lightly on the lips.

Looking over to the smaller door within Tajuri and Jael's room, Kris then turns and smiles at the pleasure demon's greeting. "Hello, Jael..isn't it? Lady Shadowmoon was just telling me about this luxurious bathing room you two have in your suite. Is it true? I have to see..."

With Jael close and affectionately at her side, Taj moves over to the smaller door and opens it to reveal the large bathing pool in the center of the room and the closet space that surrounds it. "Here it is! Take a look for yourself. I was considering a bath and outfit change myself before going out. If you'd like, you could join us? The pool is large enough to accommodate."

True to her word, as Kris peeks in through the open doorway she sees a private bathing pool and extensive closet.

Kris stares at the sight before her, hands on hips. "Well. Damn! You say you would not mind sharing a bath? I'd be grateful and not having to track someone down to locate another."

"I will ready the bath, my Princess." Jael says. "It will only take a few minutes." She adds, including Kris.

Kris stops and considers for a moment, then nods here head. "Yeah. Let's do this. Why not. We're all in this situation together, right? Everyone will eventually learn all of my secrets anyway."

With only a brief hesitation, Kris disrobes and places each of her garments carefully on a shelf in the huge closet. The last item is a rather plain appearing headband. When she pulls it off, she instantly transforms from the teenish brunette, into a still very youthful Human female with flowing white hair. Her features are relatively the same, but a slightly older version.

Taj openly admires Kris' form as she reveals it. "I hope you don't mind. I make no secrets about my interest in the Humanoid female, as my lover here can attest." She drapes a hand over Jael's shoulder.

Tajuri herself peels off the already revealing garments she is wearing and casually climbs into the pool. The steamy waters rise almost to her breasts.

Her eyes widen at Kris' last reveal. "Not to be prying, Lady Amani, but why the deception? Your true self is equally as lovely."

Kris carefully climbs into the pool and feels around for a possible seat beneath the water. Finding one along the side, she sits down submerging herself up to the shoulders in the steamy water.

"Thank you for your compliment, Lady Shadowmoon. It is much appreciated. I was mostly unaccustomed to positive words regarding my appearance, my intellect, or my abilities until leaving the world I had grown up in."

"My hair began to streak and change to white while I was in the academy. I suppose its a result of my studies of demonology and dealing with otherworldly beings from the profane reaches. I did not want more negative attention. So I began wearing magical disguises."

"You are among friends here, Kris. May I call you Kris? And..you can call me Taj or Tajuri. Its just us here. No need for formalities on my part." Tajuri comments. "At least in our company you should never have to worry about negative reactions for being yourself."

Kris, certainly not used to so much attention, glances down into her own reflection in the waters of the bathing pool. "Okay. Thank you, Tajuri and Jael. With your companionship this evening out, I will try to step out of my comfort zone and make an appearance as I truly am."

She washes thoroughly in the steamy waters, with cloth and some of the various scented soaps available along the edge of the pool, in shallow decorative trays.

"if you two of you would be interested, later, I plan on having a session with my Oracle cards?"

Jael busies herself soaping up her mistress and washing her, before attending to her self. She smiles at Kris' acknowledgment of their compliments and offers to scrub the young demonologist's back and wash the long white hair that has been revealed to them. "Please?! It would be my honor."

Kris nods. "Thank you, Jael. I don't remember anyone ever offering to wash my hair before or doing it." She glances down into the water again. "The old woman who kept me wasn't exactly the nurturing type."

Scene 8: Trip to the Stables

With Chamberlin's guidance, Lucian and Useless are lead through the vast corridors and chambers of the palace, returning to the entrance the young Aasimar and his companion first used on their arrival in T'Lorn. The masked guards watch from their posts, as the tall man turns right and crosses the cobble-stoned walk to a large arched entrance with black iron gates.

A single guard on duty there snaps to attention and promptly unlocked the gates. They swing open with an audible creaking of metal on metal. Beyond the gates an arched hallway, large enough for a dragon to traverse, stands before Lucian. It is dimly illuminated by blue heatless arcane torches in sconce and bracket positioned along the hall.

"I will leave you here, m'Lord." Chamberlin tells Lucian. "Your steed will be down this hallway. Careful not to agitate the occupants of the other stalls." He adds, turn to look over one shoulder as he departs. "Some of them are quite dangerous to those who are not their owners."

"Understood. Thank you, Chamberlin." Lucian gives the man a genuine smile, as so far he really does like him, before heading down the hallway. He and Useless cautiously look into the stalls along the way, Useless flying along, and they try not to be too much of a bother to any of the other inhabitants until they find Marengo. This stall they enter, and Lucian greets his horse with a half hug on his head as Useless chitters at them.

He takes the time to check and make sure Marengo has been taken care of, doing what he needs to do for his friend's care, before saddling him. Out of habit he even sets the saddlebags in place, and leaves them there even though he probably won't need anything in them. At least this way, should he feel the need, he can put Marengo's armor on. Why he would need to here, he truly had no idea, but better safe than sorry. As the area here is incredibly large, Lucian simply rides Marengo out of the entrance that he remembers.

While he heads down the street he knows, they are walking at a slow and comfortable pace which allows him to look around for a place that might be useful for him and his desire to know more about what was happening and of his hosts. Yet Lucian is in no real rush, as he enjoys the time spent wandering. Still, he does have a sort of purpose, he supposes. Maybe he will get lucky, maybe he won't, but nothing would happen if he didn't look.

Peeking in some of the stalls along the way Lucian sees a lavender and blue scaled wyvern, a nightmare, and couple of large warhorse-like equines with hornlike protrusions.





There are also several other normal looking horses beyond these creatures and he eventually happens upon the stall where Marengo is currently being housed. His equine companion announces itself even before Lucian steps close enough to see into the stall and is genuinely happy to see him.

Lucian will easily note, as he is hugging his friend, that Marengo has recently been brushed and has both food and water readily available for consumption.

Wanting to stretch out their legs and go for a ride, Lucian trots his horse back to the entrance of the stables and surveys his options.

Scene 9: Exploring the City



Ready to explore more of TLorn outside the palace walls, Lord Radu and his two female companions make their way from the entrance they first entered that night after their arrival through the Great Eye. Two masked guards hold their posts flanking the stout doors.

The skies are as dark as they were then, still. Though, there are sounds of activity heard from down the cobblestone streets, scattered torchlight and magical illuminations to light their paths, and the silhouettes of the city's denizens occasionally seen in the distance.

Radu retraces the path back toward the Great Eye, looking off the sides of that path for any indication of a market in this part of the city.

Not far into their foray, the retracing of the 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 movement in the streets along prove to be noticeably shadowy, and hazy figures seeming to not have many features, including faces.



At the end of the long straight of the street, the trio 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.

"Perhaps someone inside could direct us to the market?" Ruby suggests pointing toward the sign.

"Indeed," Radu says. "How strange this place is, even the people and buildings seem to be shadows of themselves." He heads inside what appears to be a smithy, but he remains ready for just about anything at this point.

Stepping through the large open doorway, Radu and his female companions find themselves in a forge. A sweaty muscular, dark-skinned, Human male, with white hair and beard is diligently working at an anvil with a piece of glowing hot metal. Near him, stands a younger dark-skinned woman, with more than a hint of resemblance to the older man.






Seeing the trio enter, she smiles and moves casually in their direction. "Hello. Welcome to Blackmantle Forge. How can we help you? I am Jocelynne."

"Good day," Radu says, "If it is, in fact, day. We are new to the city and took it upon ourselves to explore. I can clearly see you work metal here. What kind of work do you specialize in? There may come a time when my armor requires mending, would I be in the right place to come here?"

"We can handle most weapons and armors here." Jocelynne assures Radu. "We would hope that you'd bring your mending and sharpening needs to us in the future."

"Excellent," Radu affirms, "But how are you with weapons like this?" He pulls free his greatsword and lays it across a nearby table. "Do you have experience working on weapons bound to demons?"

Jocelynne takes a few steps closer to better see the darklight blade, but doesn't get too close. She looks over to the older man.


Sharing a look with the younger, the older man places the piece of metal he is working on down. Wiping his hands with a cloth looped through the apron at his waist, as he approaches, he speaks. "Choyle is my name. Choyle Blackmantle. I have created many a fine weapon and set of armor for the purposes of holding the binding of a demon in my day. But, I only work in metal, wood, and leather."

He points to the sword Radu is displaying. "This weapon has either been changed by its binding to a material other than its original creation or never was."

Radu smiles, impressed. "You certainly know your metal, Master Blackmantle. While it was certainly altered in the binding, but it was much this way when I came upon it. I always assume it was a sort of metal, or stone, but none of my own smiths could say. Have you never seen such a material before?"

The smith shakes his head and scratches his beard with an index finger. "Never. Some manner of manifested negativity I am guessing."

"Hmph," Radu says, picking up and re-sheathing the large sword, "It has never lost its edge, but I hope to never nick the blade if it is not something that can be worked. If ever, I may seek you out anyways, to see if you are up for the challenge. Have you serviced Champions before? I am curious if we are the first such group to enter the city in recent memory."

"The Blackmantle are 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 millennia past and we now hold the honor as the celebrated weaponsmiths and armorers of the Lords of T'Lorn." Choyle says proudly. "Our line has served many a Champion in its day, but alas neither I nor my daughter have had the honor of attending to the needs of an active Champion. Though, we do count several former Champions among our patrons."

"It seems you may soon have that honor, and it will be my honor to have such a glorious lineage to work my arms and armor should need arise. Thank you Masters Blackmantle. Who would I see about less martial goods or magical items in this city, any recommendations?"

Madame Mysteri is the finest tailor in T'Lorn. If you are looking for new ensembles for yourself of your lovely companions. Old Marythel is as good an enchanter of items as the city has to offer. And, if you are looking for other things, you might want to pay a visit to the Lower South Market. There are several entrances into the area of the street vendors beyond the Great Eye." Choyle informs Radu.

"Again, I owe you my thanks," Radu says. "I will seek them out, as I desire greatly to learn what this city has to offer." After getting directions for the shops mentioned, he looks to his companions and turns to leave.

Once out of the blacksmith's shop, he looks to Ruby and Rosie. "Perhaps you two could use new outfits - something that fits the aesthetic and style of T'Lorn. Let us seek out this Madame Mysteri."

He leads them, making an effort to follow Blackmantle's direction to the tailor.

Scene 10: Dockside

Keltos hurriedly leaves the meeting when dismissed. Not out of anger or frustration, but of excitement. He was not expecting the silent alert in the midst of battle but non the less the alert was received.

Returning to the Veritas, Keltos removes his helm and a moment later a section of his artificial skull to reveal his living brain and an implanted mnemonic matrix. The tiny artifice, a fusion of magic the technology resembled a tiny iridescent jewel. A jewel that now slowly pulsed a vivid green indicating its algorithm had been fully trained and was ready to initiate.

"Initiate protocol BR549 Infinite Horizons, Authorization Keltos Gamma"

Tiny glass like threads blossomed from the jewel like a million legged spider before snaking deep into the grey matter of Keltos’ consciousness.

Oblivious to his surroundings Keltos shivered and seized, his mouth a froth while his mind soared. "Colors…..so many Colors…." Was all his mind could comprehend before the black….

Keltos’s fluttering eyes signaled his return, sitting upright and then standing Keltos stretched and moved through a series of exercises designed to test his manual dexterity. Satisfied he begins to visualize mathematical tables and probability matrices…His minds eye calculating and recalculating faster than ever before.

The upgrade a success Keltos mood is lifted. Time to have a little fun. Topside Keltos addresses the ship and crew "Veritas on my count, open waters full speed. All hands brace for ramming speed on 10…9…8…7.."

"Captain. Permission to speak." Marcus stands ready and requests.

At Keltos granting, he says. "The crew and me have some concerns about taking the Veritas out of dock. When we arrived here last night, if it truly was night, we didn't steer her in. We all suddenly appeared in this small lagoon and were signaled to this dock." He points out across the waters toward the mouth of the small lagoon and the impenetrable wall of darkness that surrounds the entire area. "Using the glass, it seems the waters at the edge drop off into the dark of the nothing."

"Veritas, hold position" Pausing Keltos turns to the burly Bosun and gives him his attention, "You are right of course, I let the moment take hold. A wall of black you say? We are here for the mysteries of the multiverse. Lets take a closer look shall we."

" Vertitas, take us to the border and hold."

Once at the border/dropoff Keltos begins to examines the enigma, visually at first and then experimentally with long poles, flaming arrows and such. Lastly Keltos takes out his crystal ball and uses it in an attempt to pierce the inky black veil.

As a cartographer he also tries mapping the edge as accurately as he can. Does it follow the contours of the landscape... or does it follow a regular curve....can he even detect a curve. If he can detect a curve, then through math (Sage, Probability & Statistics specialty ) he should be able to calculate how big of bubble he might be in.

His demon of travel, Veritas, obediently positions itself close to the edge of the small lagoon and holds there. Keltos, Marcus, and those members of the crew on deck, can see that the water gushes over a drop, like a massive waterfall. The darkness that surrounds everything begins not far beyond the edge. Curiously, there is no sound of the water crashing below.

Keltos quickly determines that T'Lorn is within a roughly oval-shaped demi-plane. A rather large one, but a demi-plane none-the-less. He also, by the fact that there are at least a half dozen other ships in the harbor, that somehow these vessels may have a way to get through the barrier, if they are making runs outside of TLorn for supplies.

Most interesting…says Keltos "It is as I suspected of course. This is a Demi-plane. My concern however is how do we leave. More time will be needed to understand the laws that govern this place. Until then we may well be prisoners here. From earlier conversations I get the impression that one cannot simply come and go as they please. We might need a Key."

"I suppose sailing is not in the cards tonight. Lets get the crew some of that shore time I mentioned earlier."

Returning to the docks Keltos and crew disembark. He instructs the Veritas to lock down, patrol the tiny inlet avoid contact with strangers until their return.

Keltos believes the common men are the best source of knowledge when it comes to their city. Not lords, or courtly attendants but commoners. Where lords and ladies are the all consuming mouthpiece, commoners are the life blood a beating heart.

"Evening to you, Captain Keltos." Marsh greets the cybermonk. "Your goods have been safely housed in the warehouse."

"I see that, nicely done and my thanks."

"My visit here this evening is a less about cargo and more about shore leave. You see my crew and I are new to T’lorn. Obviously. Yes, I could probably be sipping wine and swapping stories with the council but what I really want is to experience the city unfiltered. I want to see the real T’lorn and hear your stories."

"So what do you say Marsh, close shop for a little while and show me and the crew a good time? Drinks are on me."

"You've got yourself a deal, Captain. I've been look for an excuse to duck out this evening." Marsh responds.

"JACK! Up front! Mind the warehouse! Heading out for the evening!" He turns to his left and yells out.

Moments later, his arrival heralded by a racket of shuffled crates and bangs of objects being moved around, Jack appears through the door in the back of the office.


"Sure thing, Bro." He replies.

Outside, Keltos give the crew instructions for the night

"Have good time but don’t overdo. If any of you are late for shifts I’ve given Charlie creative license to make sure it doesn’t happen again."

"Let me introduce you to Marsh. He’s going be our host. Remember we are guests in his city be respectful and follow his lead. We don’t want trouble and I shouldn’t have to remind you what goes for fun and games in one port will get you hanged in the next."

"Lead on!"

Turning left from the front of the warehouse, Marsh takes another sharp left down a narrow street and then a third left beneath a colorful blue banner draped across the avenue overhead. Continuing a short distance, he turns right. To either side of an open doorway are wall murals depictiing two mermaids entwined.

Over the threshold of the open door is a weathered sign that reads The Mermaid's Dalliance.

Stepping inside, Keltos, marcus and crew find a tavern with a distinct nautical feel. Ahead is a bar with a lone blonde wiping down the counter.



Directly behind the bar is a large cylindrical aquarium that rises all the way to the ceiling. Two medium-sized sharks swim about in the tank.




"Syrena, love! Evening to Yah. Drinks for our newest arrivals. They're on Captain Keltos, here!"

"Evening, Marsh, you Bastard." Syrena replies to the warehouse man, then glances at Keltos, Marcus, and the rest of the crew of the Veritas just entering the doors. "What'll ya have, ladies and gents?"

Glancing to Marsh for second before turning back "I'll have his usual, and one of yours. Ive never seen sharks in a tavern before. Did they come from around here?"

The blonde bartender waves all of her new patrons inside and starts pouring drinks. She looks up occasionally between pours and answers, "Beauties, those." She juts a thumb up over her shoulder. "Got caught in some fishing nets when they were smaller. A Captain brought 'em through a few years back and traded 'em for a couple rounds." She gestures toward the front doors. "Plenty of food out in the bay there to keep 'em fed proper."

Syrena slides tankards across the bar to the first up and keeps pouring.





Framed paintings, many featuring mermaids and other aquatic creatures, are scattered about the walls of the tap room. This one is hanging on the wall to the left of the bar.

"Speaking of the bay its bit crowded and I would like to stretch my sails a bit but Ive come across a navigational hazard. How does one actually find deeper waters around here."

"You will need to speak with the Harbormaster." Syrena replies to Keltos. "He'll likely be round afore long. All approved vessels are fitted and modified with a beacon to allow them to pass through the barrier."

"I look forward to meeting the Harbormaster." Says Keltos between drinks "I saw some other ships in the harbor, are those merchant or supply ships? From what I’ve been told and from what I’ve seen so far, T’lorn gets very few visitors just popping in for a few drinks and then sailing off to the next port"

"All the ships in the harbor are owned and captained by locals who make their home here in T'Lorn." Syrena says. "They bring in supplies for the survival of the city and its people. Of late, the regulation of travel in and out of the barrier has become noticeably stricter. We're told that it is for our safety and that enemies are trying to breach the city's defenses."

"So essentially, we are like those sharks swimming in circles. What happens when they get bored?" Says Keltos putting down his drink, "There is a multiverse out there beyond that barrier you know. A million million worlds full of life and wonder. When was the last time any of you left the city?"

"You assume they get bored." Syrena replies, as she wipes a spot on the counter. "They are fed regularly and are taken out for long swims as well."

"As I have already said, the travel restrictions outside the city have only become as they are recently. Something big and bad is brewing out there. I have not left the barrier surrounding T'Lorn now for a couple years."

Keltos drops his line of inquiry and turns to watch the crew. Sipping his drink he waits for the harbormaster

Scene 11: Ladies Night (Part 1)

The three continue and then complete their bathing ritual. Perhaps an hour later, Kris, Jael, and Tajuri are ready and leave their rooms to rejoin and head downstairs for an evening out at The Runeblade.

Taj looks over as Kris exits her room and nods. "You look great. Don't worry. Ready? Let's go have some fun."

Dressed in black leathers and leaving her nature white hair visible, Kris does a half-hearted turnaround for her two evening's companions. "I am bringing along my Oracle deck in case we find the time and the right place to do a reading." She tells them and moves to join Tajuri and Jael on the stairs

Retracing their footsteps of early in the day, Tajuri and Jael lead Kris and Blue the short walk to the entrance of The Runeblade. Several of the faceless denizens, common to T'Lorn it seems, are witnessed descending into the entry stairway, as they approach. At the bottom of the long steps they see Peri at the desk.


The freckled-faced Eldren girl's face lights up when she recognizes Taj and Jael from earlier. She whistles as they close to the counter. "Wow! You look even more lovely than before." She gushes and stands from her seat. "And...you brought friends I see. Who is this pretty and her little blue friend?" She asks. "I'm Peri. Welcome to The Runeblade! If there's anything you want or need...and I mean anything, I am here."

She turns back to Tajuri and Jael. "Perfect timing ladies. The night's events will be beginning soon. Grab a drink and enjoy!"

"This is the Lady Kris Amani and her companion, Blue." Tajuri introduces the new ones to Peri. "Don't let the youthful beauty of this one mesmerizes you too much, Peri. She is quite formidable an opponent in battle, I assure you."

"Hello Peri." Kris greets the easily excited woman. "Excuse us while we seek out that drink you mentioned."

Peri waves the three ladies and Blue on into the Runeblade. "I will catch up with you three later I hope."



Unlike in their previous venture to The Runeblade earlier in the day, the doors at the top of the sweeping steps into the VIP section are open directly into the bar. There is more ambient noise from the tavern's patron's this evening, but the sound of the violin is noticeably missing to Tajuri and Jael.

An unfamiliar, brunette server, holding a tray of drinks and food, crosses their path headed for the dining and pit area north or the bar, as Logan sees them enter.


"Welcome! Welcome back!" He calls out and waving them forward to the bar, wiping the counter down as they approach. "Nice to see you two back so soon...and with friends I see." He extends a hand to Kris. "Name's Logan. What may I get for you each tonight?"

In addition to the bartender, Logan, behind the counter is a young woman with auburn hair who is currently pouring drinks from tap, on a large keg, and placing them on a serving tray.



Seated around the L of the bar to the left are two very attractive females, both wearing quite diaphanous cover-ups and nothing else. They converse quietly to each other and occasionally cast furtive glances over at their fellow barmates. The nearer has pale blue skin and a long tight ponytail, wrapped in bows, that nearly touches the floor. The other, is a light-skinned Eldren woman with blonde hair, bound up in a high ponytail.

"A fine half pint of ale for me, please." Kris tells the bartender.

"And... two pints of the same." Taj interjects and takes in the presence of all the new faces nearby. She smiles at the two barely clad individuals at the bar and gives the server behind the bar and acknowledging nod.

The woman behind the bar serves up the ladies' drinks and leans slightly against the bar. "There we go darlings. I'm Em. Haven't seen you three..um four...in The Runeblade before. Are you some of the important guests to the palace I have heard rumors will be arriving soon?"

Tajuri draws the drinking vessel closer and then takes a sip. "Hello Miss Em. We are some of the contingent that Lord Orb and the Council have brought in. We arrived last night. At least I think it was night. Not easy tell really with the cloudy skies always over the city." She takes a quick glance toward the adjacent area with the table seating, then back to the auburn beauty behind the bar. "I am Tajuri and these are Jael, Kris, and Kris' companion, Blue. Jael and I were in earlier and have returned, curious to experience some of the night life that was teased us before. Will there be music and maybe fights tonight?"

"Oh! That's so exciting." Em responds to the confirmation. "Yes. Yes, Our featured minstrel will be starting her first set of the evening very shortly and then, between the musical sets, pairings of the House's Deathdansers will be performing in the pit, for those with a taste for a bit of bloodsport."

Scene 12: Dresses to Impress

Following Blackmantle's direction, Radu and his lovelies turn down a narrower street and near the dead end go left. Several display windows flanking a pair of doors, are filled with dress mannikins donning various styles of dress. A small sign over the doors reads: Mysteri's Couture.



Their entry is announced by a small bronze bell hanging over the threshold. Before them is a tailor's shop filled with all manner of goods necessary for creating clothing. Two figures are seated at tables on opposite sides of the room. The nearer, turns at the sound of the chime and stands.


The figure is that of a youthful Human female. Though, it is a quick eye that realizes it is only Human in shape and appearance. Actually, the copper-haired feminine creation is just that: A creation. "Good evening, Lord and Ladies. How may we be of service to you?"

Radu raises an eyebrow quizzically. "My companions seek elegant attire, something fitting for roaming the halls of the palace."

"Yes, if you may," Ruby says, "What do the ladies like to wear in T'Lorn?"

"We only just arrived," Rosie adds.

"There are very few true ladies amongst the citizenry of T"Lorn." The sentient automaton replies. "Of the few who dress and profess, the Lady Sibylla has been the trendsetter. Though, her tastes are rather staid and changes little from season to season."


"Mari!" Though, there is some truth in your words, few would blurt it out so readily." The woman seated farther back on the right side of the shop exclaims. She turns slightly in her chair and glances in the general direction of the three guests to the shop. "I am Mystari and that is my assistant, Mari." She introduces them.

"Lady Mysteri," Radu says in polite acknowledgement. "If what your assistant says is true, perhaps my companions might set those trends. What would you charge to make something akin to what Lady Sibylla wears and modify it into something, hm, flashy and new? Something that will catch the attention of those that see us about. Two somethings, one for each: my Ruby and Rosie."

Mysteri smiles. "That sounds like a wonderful idea."

Radu perceptively notices that the woman doesn't seem look directly at anyone and only in the general direction of the sound of their voices.

"Many things can be altered." She says. "Color, fabrics, or the length of sleeves, skirt. The height of the collar..."

"We would need several hours of course, with the ladies for measurements and selections of fabrics and such." She adds.

"Hmm, of course," Radu says, turning to the women. "What say you ladies, would you care to do this now?"


Both Rosie and Ruby excitedly affirm their interest in the idea.

"Lady Mysteri, I fear I may be expected back at the palace, but perhaps my Queens, Rosie and Ruby, might stay behind with you for this fitting? The streets would be safe for them to return, I assume? I venture to guess there is not much in the way of crime here, yes?"

Mysteri stands from her seat and nods. "Yes. WE can surely do that now if you wish. Your companions will be taken well care of here m'Lord. No harm will befall them."

"Excellent!" he says, grinning and turning to the Queens.

"I look forward to seeing what Lady Mysteri comes up with for you."

Back to the proprietor. "How shall I pay you, my Lady? I...I realize I only assumed T'Lorn deals in the same currency as my home plane."

"Coins, trade. Gems work nicely as well for payment." Mysteri replies.

She glances in the general direction of her assistant. "Mari. We have work to do."

Radu nods and hands a substantial purse to Ruby. "Here. If this doesn't cover it, we'll square the tab when next we're in town. I'll see you again at the palace."

Radu leaves and follows the loose instructions he was given earlier to seek out the enchanter, Old Marythel.

Scene 13: Enter the Harbormaster



Into his third drink, Keltos hears the front doors open again, as they had several times since his crew's arrival at The Mermaid's Dalliance, and in walks a tall old Human male with a white beard and mustache.


"Welcome in, Harbormaster!" Syrena greets the newcomer. "Your usual I presume?" She gestures across the bar to Keltos and Marcus. "A couple newcomers here have been awaiting your presence this evening..."

Keltos nods and tilts his cup in greeting. "Please join us. This round is on me Syrena"

"Yes..Yes..Evening dear girl." The old seaman directs in response to the blonde bartender. "Aye. The usual for me. please. A pint of strong kaff, a quick pour of cream, and a liberal measure of aged whiskey." He bellies up to the bar. "How's the Maid tonight?"

He turns to the cybermonk as he awaits his drink and a reply. "Captain Keltos. Much thanks for the drink. Glad to have finally caught you. I need to schedule a fitting for your vessel, if you intend to use it for much travel in and out of port."


"The Maid's in good spirits this eve." She says back to the Harbormaster, as she places the smoking concoction in front of him.

"Well Met Harbormaster," Says Keltos "I do plan on some travel however I plan on retiring the Veritas for one of her sisters. I would like to know more about this beacon and what would the fitting entail. The Veritas and her sisters are not normal ships. They are in fact Virtues and as much alive as you or I"

"I did wonder about the nature of your vessel, Captain. Seeing as it appeared in the bay upon your arrival here in T'Lorn." The Harbormaster admits and takes a sip from his steamy tankard. "There are two types of beacons, as you call them, that may be fitted to a vessel for traveling through the barrier. It is mounted upon the prow of a vessel or within its figurehead, if it has one. It would be best to make this fitting during the new binding; not before or after."

Intrigued, Keltos continues his query

"Unless the process is unavoidable, I would prefer the fitting After the binding. The level of integration you are suggesting would make it a permanent part of the ship. Would I be correct in assuming that to be so? Or can it be removed at a later date?"

"Yes. It is intended to be a permanent process to keep exceptional thieves and those who would wish to invade our little sanctuary from getting the means in their hands." The Harbormaster answers Keltos. "I suppose it could be removed, but it would be like cutting off one's arm, or your friend's. Why would you?"

"Simple really, the council has not yet earned my trust. I am willing to compromise however. I understand T’lorn values its security like I value my privacy and freedom of movement. I would be open to a creative solution. Perhaps a modification that allows me to leave T’lorn at will but requires an expenditure of something native to T’lorn to return."

"There are examples in both magical and scientific theory."

"In magical theory a connection between things can be referred to as sympathetic magic. Like a drop of blood connecting to its host no matter how great the distance. The advantage of a blood fueled beacon is that without the donor, refueling the beacon would be impossible"

"In scientific theory, higher dimensions, planes, whatever you want to call them vibrate with a unique frequency. In theory a precisely tuned sounding fork can created that will resonate with T’lorns frequency. With enough power the veil between worlds can be breached with a resonating field; in a way not so dissimilar to a fine crystal goblet being shattered by a talented voice. Such a fork can be designed so that once a breach is created the fork itself is destroyed. If the fork is crafted from materials native only to T’lorn it would be almost impossible to duplicate."

"There are numerous other theories but these are just 2 examples that come to mind. Feel free to share my thoughts with the council"

"Should I pass along the reasoning behind your willingness to share these theories as well?" The Harbormaster questions. "That you lack trust in their motives and the security measure they have already put in place?"

"I’ve made those opinions known to the council in so many words, So I am sure that they won’t be surprised if you shared our conversation. If you think it will help my case please do. I am not so arrogant that I can't see their point of view. They don't know me, and I don't know them. Bridges however are not built overnight are they?"

"I once heard a bard string together some profound Lyrics that has stayed through the years. I won’t torture you with my singing voice so ill just recite 1 line."

If you cling too tightly, you're gonna lose control

The old Harbormaster listens and takes another drink. "I will convey your words to them, but don't expect any great change to the system already in place. They are not likely to make exceptions for one Captain and his ship over the rest."

Keltos leans back and surveys the crew, "It is what is it is I suppose. Regardless of the council’s decision I appreciate your help"

With that Keltos is pretty much done unless something else comes up that requires his attention.

Scene 14: Casting the First Pebble

Lucian starts along the familiar route until he comes to the part where he can make a choice. He can head down the way he arrived or he can instead turn to the left and follow the unknown street. While he admits there may be value to the right, he decides to go left largely on whim. Good enough reason for now.

The movement of figures along Lucian's path are noticeably shadowy and hazy, seeming to not have many features, including faces.



The sound of Marengo's hooves echo on the cobblestone as they progress. The steps from the higher plateau of the palace descend gently and are no trouble for the horse to traverse. Turning northward in the small plaza featuring a well, Lucian again rides up some similar steps and quickly finds they are in a courtyard terminating between several sizable stone buildings and a tall imposing, round tower. Defensive city walls rise up connecting to the tower and flanking the rear of the others buildings as well.



On a small balcony of the large circular tower, Lucian's keen eye spots an old white-haired man, sitting on the edge of the balcony's low stone wall, smoking a pipe.

The hazy people are creepy, sure. The way things echo, maybe also creepy. And yet it feels like such a familiar feeling Lucian is almost pleased that it is this way. When he spots the man who looks like he could be real - or like Lucian anyway - he halts Marengo. After a moment of debate he taps Marengo into motion again to go under the man's balcony, but still in view and calls up to him.

"Hello, are you a hazy person or a not hazy person? Either way, do you mind a chat?"

"Am I?" The old man answers. "You'll have to tell me. Do I look hazy to you Sonny?" He blows out a stream of smoke and holds up his arms. "Suppose I could let you bend my ear for a bit. What you want to chat about?"

"Well, you seem not hazy to me. I must admit I don't quite know the rules around life here." Lucian shifts to where the two can speak without the need to shout with both Marengo and Useless before he continues. "Which is what I'm curious about. I don't suppose you feel inclined to enlighten me about how this place works - and its esteemed rulers?"

The old man chuckles and takes another drag off his pipe. "That's a lot of question Sonny. How long you got?"

"My name's Marythel. What's yours?"

"My name would be Lucian Falken, feel free to call me what you like. I suppose, time wise, I have until the ruler here summons me back." He wasn't certain refusal would be an option, so hopefully he could learn a fair bit in the interim.

"Well then. If that be the case, you'd better tie off that horse of yours and come on up." The old man says, with a waving gesture. "I'll open the door for you. Wouldn't want a hazy person happen by and overhear us." He adds with a little laugh.

Lucian takes the invitation, dropping Maregno's reins but not tying him up. His horse won't leave him and, being trained for war, treats dangling reins as good as being tied in place. Useful for being out in the wilderness or battlefield. He doesn't speak again until he is beside Marythel, and leans on the edge to keep an eye on Marengo - so that no one bugs his horse, not the other way around. Useless hops onto the balcony wall to get comfortable. "Do the hazy people hear things? Actually, what are they anyway?"

"Sure. The hazy people can hear if they're close enough, just like you or I." Marythel replies to Lucian's query. "They are the common folk of this demiplane. Not important enough for notice most of the time and as much a part of the background as the stones of the buildings. They're features fade with the passing of ages until they are but fleeting memories and when no one can remember them they disappear completely."

"Interesting. Will you one day become the same? Or are you like me and not from here?" Lucian pauses before asking another question on top of those. "How often are people brought here by Lord Orb? How many survive the summons?" He hoped he could get 'true' answers from this man. At the very least he could compare the information with what he had. Information was a tool after all, stronger the more you had.

Marythel takes a long tug off his pipe and holds in the smoke for a pause, then blows it out the side of his mouth, before answering. "I should hope not. I've been here for ages. I guess the answer to existence is to be useful, so people don't forget you..or your contributions."

"I found the way here back in the day, like many before and after." He continues. "Lord Orb and the Council have only assisted those who seek out the Eternal City, unless a great need arises. Tanelorn, as it once was called, has always been a refuge, a sanctuary, and a reward for those who wish to remove themselves from the struggles of the multiverse."

When Lucian asks about survival of those summoned, the old man scratches his head and looks a bit confused. "You were summoned? Are you then a Champion? Has the next age of your world already happened or is it nigh?"

Lucian does his best to commit what is being said to memory. Tanelorn. Interesting. "So I'm told, but I can't tell you beyond that. As for timing...nigh I think? I'll admit I may have missed something, the last 24 or so hours have been...unique." He watched some of the hazy people below, and his posture changed slightly. A little less relaxed and more like when a cat debated killing that bird. Not invested yet, but the thought was there. "Do the hazy ones still bleed or feel pain?" Useless looks up at him, causing him to clarify with a shrug. "I don't want to go around testing it, Useless. I just...want to know."

The old man nods and Hmmms a couple times, as he listens to Lucian's response. Then chuckles as the question and discussion between Lucian and his small dragonkin companion, about the condition of the hazy ones' reaction to negative stimuli, comes to the fore. He plucks up a small pebble off the ledge of his balcony and shows it to Lucian in the open palm of his hand. "Should we see..?"

Lucian grins before addressing Useless. "I lied, I want to test it."

Marythel raises a bushy brow and extends his open palm towards Lucian. "You want the honors or should I?"

Lucian takes a moment before he reaches out and picks up the pebble. "Hopefully Lord Orb isn't too attached to them. Although they might not be able to be hurt, so who knows?" He watches the hazy people down below and picks his target before giving it a try.

Marythel waits expectantly for the results of their joint experimentation, with a mirthful gleam in his old eyes. He puffs on his pipe, as the young Lucian whizzes the pebble at the nearest ambiguously featured commoner in sight of the tower's balcony.

Lucian is rather pleased his toss hit, and watches eagerly to see what happens. Useless, despite himself, is also interested while Marengo looks up at them before relaxing once more.

The pebble glances off of the hazy figure and it can be seen to tense up at the moment of impact. For a moment, it stands perfectly still and its color and features appear to become slightly more distinct.

What happened was actually more interesting than what Lucian thought might happen. They could feel, that was for sure. That the impact or pain made them more visible was fascinating. "How curious. I wonder what that could mean...and now I'm curious to know if I'm hazy to them. Or do you know if the pebble made them more aware for a moment?"

"More aware? Yes. Possibly." Marythel shares his thoughts on the matter. "If definitely reminded them that someone knew they existed. Therefore they must exist."

Crossover: Lucian/Radu

Following the directions given by the Blackmantles, Radu finds himself traveling into a sizable terminating courtyard. Several of the faceless can be seen going about their own business along the edge of the cobblestone avenue. Ahead, the Dhampir lord can see a lone horse and beyond it a round tower merging into the city perimeter wall. As his eyes travel up the tower, he immediately notices Lucian and an old man with a white beard, on a balcony overlooking the area.

Likewise, Lucian quickly notices the approach of Lord Radu from the east, as he enters the courtyard from area of the main streets and the palace.

Radu approaches the tower and, recognizing Lucian, holds a hand up in greeting. "Am I interrupting, or might I join you?" he calls up.

Lucian watches the other man as he heads over, but continues to address Marythel as he does so. "I wonder what would have to happen to make the effect last longer. They could be useful, or have useful information." But he probably shouldn't go around attempting to torture one to see if that worked. That was frowned upon, even by him.

Once Radu calls up to him, Lucian lifts his own hand in a short wave. "If Marythel here doesn't mind, I don't see why you couldn't join." He turns his head to look at his companion. "As fun as tossing things at the hazy person was, and I will probably do it again, I don't suppose you can tell me things about Lord Orb and his - what was it, council?"

Radu heads inside and seeks a way up to join the other two in the tower.

The locking mechanism in the door to the tower clicks and then the door opens partially on its own. A small glowing ball of light guides Radu up to the the next floor and then to the balcony, where the old man and Lucian sit.


Marythel shrugs to Lucian's question of the council and Lord Orb. "What you want to know exactly?"

"No exact things, I'm afraid. More...how they are. How they treat people, how much they like to hide things, general consensus about them and how they handle things." He shrugs slightly, apologetic for not being able to be more specific. "I suppose, in a nutshell, are they likely to screw me over? If they are, is it for fun, profit or the 'greater good'?"

Radu arrives in time to hear the gist of Lucian's question and crosses his arms. "I wouldn't mind hearing this myself. I've tried, since arriving here, to suss out any kind of deception or trickery and so far have found none. Yet, I am skeptical by nature, and the vampire lord, Sanguinor - I have never known such a creature to be acting for the greater good. It would be against their nature." He awaits the old man's answer.

The old man sighs, taps out his pipe on the edge of the balcony and begins to repack it with new leaf.

"The Council are just that. They all have their say with different motives and opinions. Lord Orb has the final say. There are rivalries amongst them, but they all agree on two important things: The survival of T'Lorn and the continuance of the multiverse." Marythel pauses long enough to light the pipe again with his thumb and take a couple pulls off the contents.

Letting the aromatic smoke curl from the corners of his mouth, he continues. [b]"Now. If its gossip you're looking for? Let's start with Sanguinor then. Word is, as the Left Hand of Master Fane the High Priest, Sanguinor is looking to ascend to a full council member."

"So they are not all the best of friends, then," Radu ponders, "Are there ever only a set number of Council members? That is to say, would one seat need become vacant for Sanguinor to ascend to such a position?"

"There is no set number of chairs on the Council. It is mostly determined by length of service to the city, deeds of renown, and things like that. Sanguinor, even though being a vampire, is still considerably younger than the current members."

"That's impressive to consider, even for a city that seems ageless. So, Sanguinor need not dispose of someone to attain this seat, but would be looking for ways to distinguish himself.

"What of Lord Orb? I believe I confirmed that he himself was once a Champion. Is he so powerful that all those on the Council follow him, or does he rule T'Lorn by some right other than might?"

Lucian just listened for a bit, but one thought struck him. Radu, as usual, asked good questions so he felt no need to insert himself there. "If there are rivalries and ambitions among them, what exactly would they do to forward their own cause? And can we assume that the survival of the multiverse would include not screwing over the champions they've chosen? Could you, perhaps, give us an idea of who is with or against whom? It might help us not get involved with whatever they have going on." Or get involved, if they so chose. But he wasn't terribly inclined to the drama of politics. Some of the others might be though.

"Sanguinor has an advantage most of the current council does not have, save Orb himself. The vampire can travel through the gate and spread their influence beyond the confines of T'Lorn. As vampires are essentially ageless." Marythel comments. "Besides being able to enter the dreams of individuals throughout the planes of man, Lord Orb can still physically manifest himself outside T'Lorn and without his existence, the city would eventually die. You see, T'Lorn is not just a city of stone and shadow. She is a living entity or at least the embodiment of one."

He looks over to Lucian. "The Council didn't choose the Champions. It simply had the means to identify them, seek them out, and draw them here to join together in the fight for the continuance of us all. Why would they then be looking for ways to screw over these Champions? I suppose, if it meant the survival of the multiverse over a Champion's life, that might be strong enough a reason."

He takes another couple pulls on his pipe before continuing. "As with all groups of individuals I guess, differences and rivalries will happen. Lady Cybrexia, for instance, doesn't care for the incestuous relationship between Master Fane and his sister, Lady Sibylla..."

"I'm glad to hear it. I have long learned that just because I could not come up with a reason for something, that doesn't mean others also could not." Lucian paused as he thought about the other answers. "Do you mean to say that, if they left, they would age? Or is it that a vampire turning up in various historical places is more logical to most people?" While he himself found a brother and sister romance unpleasant, it wasn't him in one. He wasn't quite sure what to do with that information, but made a mental note of it anyway. At the very least, he wouldn't be shocked to see them - if he did.

Radu dismisses the relationship with a wave of his hand, but listens intently. He was, too, curious as to the question of aging. After Marythel answers, Radu poses another question: "Why Lord Orb? I understand he was a Champion himself at one time, but surely so were others in the city. What makes him special among past Champions so as to lead this city?"

"I must admit to not knowing all the specific details." Marythel informs his guests. "What remains of old Tanelorn is somehow beholding to Lord Orb's intervention. Or so it is said. The demiplane seems to only obey his will."

He casually rises from his perch on the stone railing of the balcony and takes a few steps toward the interior of the tower. Looking back over one shoulder, he says, "I going to make some tea. Would either of you gentlemen like to join me in a fresh cup?"

Radu nods, "I would enjoy that. Your hospitality is appreciated."

Lucian had to admit that the idea of the entire demiplane following one person's will was rather unnerving. But tea sounded great. "I'd love to. Unless you're rubbish at tea, then perhaps not. But that remains to be seen." He noted in his head that the ageing question hadn't really been answered, but perhaps it had been.

"Well then. Come on back inside." Marythel says with a wave of his hand. The old man proceeds into the next room and puts on some water to heat and collects three cups from a cupboard. He places them on counter and turns to regard his guests once more. "I hope my tea is not rubbish, young Lucian. I've had many years to perfect it. Though, granted I have had few guests to sample it with."

He rubs his bearded chin and glances over to Lucian. "Yes. The vampires have an advantage when it comes to traveling through to the realms from T'Lorn and back. The Eldren do as well, with their naturally long lifespans. Age catches up with short-lived mortals quickly who have spent considerable time here. That's a big reason why Sanguinor is the chief Procurer for the city."

Lucian follows him in after whistling down to Marengo and motioning that he was headed inside. His horse always seemed to understand him, and neighed in response. The whistle also served to let Marengo know that, should trouble come, he could move freely as needed. Otherwise he ran the risk his horse might just stand there. Useless hopped onto his shoulder and watched Marythel with interest - human types had the strangest and most interesting eating habits. "I imagine you are more qualified than I am regarding tea, then. How long is 'considerable time'? I'm not quite at Eldren or vampire level there myself. Nor are my companions." Which, really, was why he cared more than normal.

"Neither am I, though not for lack of trying. I have vampiric blood, but am born of mortal flesh. My lifespan is questionable - long-lived, but perhaps not forever, and certainly not for my penchant for throwing myself into danger." He shrugs and takes a seat. "It does worry me, having left my kingdom in the hands of my seneschal - well, it is, I suppose no longer a thing I should worry about. That pains me, but as I say it now, feels quite relieving as well. Strange."

He awaits the pouring of tea and takes a sip.

Marythel pours the hot water into the cups, steeps the tea, and sets out various ingredients for enhancements in small containers. Once his own cup is prepared to his personal liking, he takes a sip as well. "I believe I have weathered more than a hundred and sixty years. Though, I also must admit the exact number escapes me here in T'Lorn."

Taking another sip of his tea, Radu asks, "Whom of the Council were here when you first arrived in T'Lorn? I imagine there have been some changes over the years, but aside from Lord Orb himself, I'm curious who's been here the longest."

Marythel sips his tea. "Ahhh..by the time of my arrival, Master Fane, Lady Sibylla, and Lady Tormtor were already sitting on council."

Lucian tests the tea, finds it quite to his liking, and drinks it comfortably. "Interesting. You pre-date most of them, then? I wonder if there is anyone besides them who pre-dates you that isn't 'hazy'. Wonderful tea, by the way." He looks at Radu, curious about what he was. "Well, you can always worry about it. You just have bigger problems now, it would seem. Have you already lived a while?" He paused slightly before another question popped out. "Are your people the same as you are? Are your...queens - did I get that right? - as long lived?"

Radu shrugs, "I am long-lived, yes, but not by the standards of someone such as our host here, or a true vampire. I count just over 100 years, and have ruled my land for sixty of those. I am in no immediate danger of seeing my last days, at least not naturally, but truth be told, I do not know how many more years my body might last - could be hundreds, thousands, or ten."

He shakes his head at the other question, "No, they are not like me, not in that way. Yes - my Crimson Queens, as I like to call them. We are alike in thought, in many ways, and they are loyal. Perhaps they share the same desire as I for immortality, though I wager there are many like that across the planes."

"Well, thank you young Lucian. I don't think there are others older not hazy." Marythel says and takes another sip from his cup while he listens to the exchange between his two guests.

"What, pray tell, do you desire, Lucien? Are you here out of a thirst for something specific, or just to scratch curiosity? Something surely drew you to this place beyond the dreams they pushed upon you."

"Hmm, a good question. I suppose I'm bored over all. No grand hopes or plans, just another place I've drifted to. I seem to look for a place where I'm safe to be who I am, if anything at all." Lucian looked to Marythel. "I just don't know what else to call them, and I hope you don't turn to one anytime soon. Based on our limited encounter, I do enjoy talking with you." Lucian lifts his tea cup up to Useless, who sniffs it and takes a drink. "Not being killed is always a goal, as I told Kris. Do you go around and murder people as they sleep? I'd like to keep tabs on how dangerous night time could possibly be. I don't by the way, if it matters to you. At least, I haven't yet. Maybe one day."

Marythel's eyes lighten up with Lucian's new line of conversation, but manages to keep his amusement contained in silence, as he listens.

"I do not. Too cowardly for me," Radu says, taking a sip from his cup, "I prefer to face problems head on. In the event a quieter approach is necessary, I have solutions for that as well, but it is not my preference. Is there someone you suspect to have a proclivity toward night-time murder, Lucian?"

Lucian retrieved his cup from Useless and drank some more of it himself. "You know, I should have expected that answer. Suits you. As for suspecting someone...well, generally everyone. It's an unpleasant way to wake up and, as you saw earlier, I'm not especially sturdy. Do you not expect everyone might try and kill you?" How novel.

Radu nods, "I suspect they might try, yes, as many have before. Indeed, I have woken up with blades to my neck. They...faltered, and I made examples of them." He waves his had dismissively. "Truth be told, I did not come to rule my kingdom easily and there were many that were left unhappy with my, hm, approach."

Lucian let out a snort of a laugh. "Generally, they never are. But they'd do the same thing if they could get away with it. I've gotten...lucky shall we say, a couple of times. I don't think any serious killer of skill would be surprised a tiny dragon has clamped on to their face, but thankfully it's been limited to irate drunk people." And he always had to leave afterwards. Usually, he just weirded them out or ended up stuck in something from bad timing, but he tended to react poorly to attempted murder. Wasn't his fault they were dumb. "As someone who severely lacks the desire; why do you even want to rule a kingdom?"

"I don't," Radu says plainly, "but the power and status, and the control, allow me to protect my homeland from darker things. I...made a promise to do so. As it happens, I would never have left had the call to come to T'Lorn came a decade ago, but when that call did come, my kingdom had known peace for several years - nearly every potential dissident or source of turmoil routed. Then again, I suppose that is why Lord Orb's summons came precisely when they did. I would surmise, they came at a particularly right moment for you as well, yes?"

Marythel enjoys his tea and a smoke while listening to his guests. He nods occasionally to response to a particular detail of the conversation, but doesn't interject.

Curious, it was an answer Lucian wouldn't have expected. That was why he liked people. It also sounded slightly fun, just being able to deal with the people who opposed you. So, ruling had one perk. "Well, at least it was convenient for you. I will admit I would not have thought of such noble motives for you, but that's what makes it fun, no? Can't say I feel protective of anything or anyone - outside of Useless and Marengo. As for the timing of my call...well, I was bored I suppose. So maybe it was the right moment? I hadn't been randomly kicked out of town yet, but it did feel like the time to move on was quickly arriving. I'm used to 'creepy' things happening, so when I did get the call I found it interesting more than anything." He paused briefly. "The girl in the mirror was a surprise, never had that happen before."

Radu grins. "Noble motives don't suit me, is it? Your honesty fences with bravery, Lucian. You are right, though. There is a certain, hm - darkness, yes. A certain amount of poison I have had to ingest in order to cleanse my land. Soaked up like a spunge and it festers in some ways, making it a constant struggle to hold onto any amount of my noble intentions. That is one reason I maintain loyal retainers, such as my Queens. I trust them to help ground me, to an extent, so I don't lose sight of what's important."

He gestures to the pseudodragon. "This is, I assume, Useless? Quite an interesting name - there must be a story there, as a I suspect they are anything but. And what of this Marengo? An invisible friend, perhaps?"

Luci couldn't deny that darkness seemed inclined to stick to a host when it found one. This little gathering was turning out to be quite enjoyable, if less investigative than he had hoped. Ah well. "Well, bravery or stupidity, either one. You seem very much the type to know what they want and take it. I can't say I've met many of those types who also have noble inclinations. It's an interesting combination of impressions. I much prefer to stay as out of people's minds as I can, and do things like throw rocks at these hazy people to see how they react." When Radi motioned to Useless, the little dragon chirped in response.

"Ah, yes, this is Useless. He's rather vital to me, and thus I would have named him something different, but he decided that was the name he wanted. Seemed rude to not oblige, and maybe one day he will give himself a new one. Marengo is my horse, you can see him from the balcony if you missed him on the way in. Both of them are incredibly opinionated, but I like them. I think Useless likes to lord it over Marengo that he can come inside with me sometimes, but I could be wrong - he could have annoyed my horse in some other way. In a way, the two are the same for me as your Queens are for you. If I ever go off my rocker, start by getting one of them."

Radu nods, knowingly. "It is good to have such influences around us."

He considers, "Are you a magician of sorts, Lucian? Your mention of throwing rocks at the shades, it smacks of the sort of intellectual pursuits my court sorcerer employs."

"Hmm, yes I suppose I am. Nothing quite so formal as a court sorcerer, mind you. I'm not sure that has any effect on my random curiosities though. When I saw the weird hazy people - shades is a much better name though - I wondered how present they were. If they could feel pain, think, those sort of things. Marythel kindly provided a pebble for me to see, and pain is usually the easiest to discern. Or at least a reaction from some sort of impact. Going around experimenting on things based upon my desire for knowledge is generally frowned upon though." He pauses for a moment. "Is it a magic user trait? I haven't had the chance to meet many, or know the ones I have met well, so you might have a better idea about that."

"It is a trait of intellectualism, I would say," Radu says, "and in my land, those who have the time and desire for such things, tend to bend their wills toward the arcane. It may not be true in all realms, I'll admit. I am finding a great deal of everything I know can be questioned, since arriving in T'Lorn.

What did you learn, with this pebble? Do the shades feel pain, do you think? Can they be interacted with?"

He looks to Marythel. "Who are, or were, these shades? Were they once more embodies, as you yourself?"

"Well, it was just the one pebble, so not exactly an ideal sample size. But it did certainly react as it seemed to be more...present for a brief time. Interaction could eventually be possible, although whether it is worth the effort that might be involved remains to be seen, simply from lack of information." He sighed when he noticed he was out of tea before he started to wonder if he should toss more pebbles. Lucian looked at Radu as he thought. Maybe he could make a better throw, which could make a bigger impact, which could possibly change the reaction of the shades. Assuming, of course, that force had been the key there and not something else.

Old Marythel seems to be nodding off sitting at the table. He occasionally catches himself and jerks slightly as he re-awakens.

Radu chuckles as the older man slips in and out of sleep. "Well, I wonder if perhaps we have overstayed our welcome, Lucian. I would be curious as to what, if anything, you learn further about the shades. This city is...I want to say a mystery, but I think it more like a puzzle. There's clearly much more to it and I feel we've only scratched the surface. In any case, I think I will head back to the palace." He tips back his cup and drains it before standing and bowing respectfully to Mayrthel. "Do you plan to stay, Lucian?"

While he wasn't thrilled with the idea of going back to the palace - castle? - Lucian wasn't about to keep Marythel from sleeping if he needed to. He stood up and gave their host a nod in farewell. "I hope I can bother you for conversation again, Marythel, it was quite enjoyable." He turned to Radu. "I might as well head back. I doubt I will get different answers from any one else here - not without a lot of searching, at any rate. And I suppose I should be there for when they want us. If you are ever bored, do let me know, but I will certainly let you know if anything comes from the shades." Although...perhaps he needed permission to do anything? Tsk, annoying but he should probably ask.

Old Marythel gives his guests a weary wave from his seat. "Thanks for dropping by. I trust you both can find your way out. My servants will guide you."

End Scene

Scene 15: Enter Another Captain



As Keltos is finishing up his drink and his conversation with the Harbormaster, there comes a commotion of the front doors opening and quickly followed by a clear loud call of a feminine voice over the din of the patrons in the taproom.

"WHAT HO, Bitches and Scallywags?! Where be this newcomer the shitbirds are squawking about in the salty breeze this evening?"

Turning to locate the originator of the racket, there approaches two figures: A light-skinned blonde with a brace of pistols, followed a few steps by a slight figure in a white robe and wearing a blue and white mask.

Marcus turns away from the bar and takes a step forward toward the two approaching figures. "Who be wanten to know after these newcomers? I be one. Marcus my name be."


"This is Captain Vannacosta Drake of the BellaHarpy." The masked and robed being replies to the cyborg bo'sun in an emotionless tone. "My presence is referred to as Porcelaynne."

Curious to see how things play out with his 1st mate, Keltos leans back and takes a drink, but doesn’t actually say anything.

Keltos replays his memories of the Harbor, does he recall seeing a ship there named the BellaHarpy? If so what did it look like?

Keltos searches his recent memory and he has definitely seen a ship in port on the far side of the docks mounted with the figurehead of a harpy.



At a casual glance, he could tell that the ship was visually slightly longer than the Veritas and constructed of a dark wood and a strange vein-y bluish-black metal substance. It rides high in the waters in port and her sails are tied down. What he presumes may be mounted weapons on deck are covered in tarps.

"Well met Madame Porcelaynne. Capt'n Drake." Marcus gives them both a polite nod. "The Veritas be our vessel." He informs them and gestures with muscular cybernetic, open arms to indicate himself and many of the masked patron in the taproom surrounding them. "Is it business ye seek'n with the Captain or a simple hello and welcome to the port ye be wishing?"


"More the latter." The swaggering blonde answers and continues her slow closing to the bar. She raises two fingers high to get Syrena's attention. "Blood Reign and a Dark Harvest." She voices to the bartender.

"Coming right up." Syrena acknowledges Captain Drake's order and begins to prepare the two drinks behind the bar.


Marcus casts a quick glance back to his captain, who is still at the bar. "Fine vessel ye got there." He compliments to the blonde captain and her mate. "Noticed her whilst we was out in the bay earlier."

Clearly, to Keltos at least, his Bo'sun seems to be stalling...


Marsh, who has gone quiet since the entrance of Drake and her first mate, turns and puts his elbows on the edge of the bar to watch the show.

Keltos rises and intercepts Vannacosta at the bar. "You would be looking for me then. I am Keltos and the Veritas is my ship."