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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 5066192" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Crisis in Freeport: Part 8d – Aftermath</strong></p><p></p><p>Three evenings a week, cats from every part of the city congregated in an alley behind the Freeport Institute. And sitting at the front of the peculiar gathering of felines with a tiny black-and-white kitty. </p><p></p><p>“The Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign has suffered a crippling blow,” she said in the cat tongue. “But the rise of the Children of Leviathan was unexpected.”</p><p></p><p>One of the cats mrowed loudly from the back of the alley. “I warned you last week!”</p><p></p><p>“As I said,” the lead cat continued, “unexpected. As the Cult of the Unspeakable One lost its power, the Cult of Leviathan experienced a resurgence. We must not let that happen again.”</p><p></p><p>“I said that too,” muttered a large gray tabby.</p><p></p><p>“Pardon me,” said the instructor, “but some of us were putting up with drunken pirates on a ship, trying to keep their people safe and on the right path. I don’t need to remind you about that idiot chef Reed wanted to COOK me.” When sullen silence greeted her, she continued. “Now, we were able to keep casualties to a minimum during the war, but there is much rebuilding to do. And in times of chaos, evil takes hold. What have you discovered?”</p><p></p><p>“The Bleeding Fist Cult,” said a fluffy white cat. “They are popular amongst the disaffected orcs who believe all elves should be driven off the island.”</p><p></p><p>“Noted,” said the instructor. “The strays will need to keep track of Scurvytown.”</p><p></p><p>“We ALWAYS keep track of Scurvytown,” said the gray tabby. “Not all of us have our noses stuck in books.”</p><p></p><p>“Cuttleback’s back,” muttered a jet-black kitten. “Fishing for more brains…”</p><p></p><p>“Another Harvester has popped up,” said a spotted brown and white cat. “Eudokia Kasovar.”</p><p></p><p>The instructor sighed. “Great, I thought we wiped them out.”</p><p></p><p>“Lord Bonewrack’s awoken,” said a shorthaired orange feline. “That rift in the Plane of Shadow must have stirred him…”</p><p></p><p>“There’s something fiendish going on,” said the gray tabby. “I don’t have any proof yet, but your sorcerer friend has been stirring the pot and I think what he awakens will not treat Freeport kindly.”</p><p></p><p>“Duly noted—“</p><p></p><p>“What in Althares’ eyes is going on out here?” </p><p></p><p>The lesson was cut off as a spectacled, middle-aged woman in a nightgown shone a light into the alleyway from a window. The instructor immediately returned to licking her paws. Every other cat did the same.</p><p></p><p>Wilimina Gertz chuckled. “Oh, it’s you. Well, try to keep your Council of Cats quiet, won’t you?” She shook her head and whispered, “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">silentium</span>.” </p><p></p><p>The majority of the felines were magically silenced. “You’re lucky you’re such a good mouser, Miss Maya, or we’d have thrown you off the premises a long time ago.” </p><p></p><p>The malkin turned her head to squint upwards at the source of the light, as if noticing Wilimina for the first time. “Meow?”</p><p></p><p>“That’s what I thought,” said the professor. “I swear, sometimes I think you can understand me. Try to keep the noise to a dull roar; my magic can only do so much.” Chuckling to herself again, the professor closed the window.</p><p></p><p>Maya stopped cleaning herself. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Resolvo veneficus!</span>” With the silence dispelled, the malkin rolled her eyes. “Now where were we?”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 5066192, member: 3285"] [b]Crisis in Freeport: Part 8d – Aftermath[/b] Three evenings a week, cats from every part of the city congregated in an alley behind the Freeport Institute. And sitting at the front of the peculiar gathering of felines with a tiny black-and-white kitty. “The Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign has suffered a crippling blow,” she said in the cat tongue. “But the rise of the Children of Leviathan was unexpected.” One of the cats mrowed loudly from the back of the alley. “I warned you last week!” “As I said,” the lead cat continued, “unexpected. As the Cult of the Unspeakable One lost its power, the Cult of Leviathan experienced a resurgence. We must not let that happen again.” “I said that too,” muttered a large gray tabby. “Pardon me,” said the instructor, “but some of us were putting up with drunken pirates on a ship, trying to keep their people safe and on the right path. I don’t need to remind you about that idiot chef Reed wanted to COOK me.” When sullen silence greeted her, she continued. “Now, we were able to keep casualties to a minimum during the war, but there is much rebuilding to do. And in times of chaos, evil takes hold. What have you discovered?” “The Bleeding Fist Cult,” said a fluffy white cat. “They are popular amongst the disaffected orcs who believe all elves should be driven off the island.” “Noted,” said the instructor. “The strays will need to keep track of Scurvytown.” “We ALWAYS keep track of Scurvytown,” said the gray tabby. “Not all of us have our noses stuck in books.” “Cuttleback’s back,” muttered a jet-black kitten. “Fishing for more brains…” “Another Harvester has popped up,” said a spotted brown and white cat. “Eudokia Kasovar.” The instructor sighed. “Great, I thought we wiped them out.” “Lord Bonewrack’s awoken,” said a shorthaired orange feline. “That rift in the Plane of Shadow must have stirred him…” “There’s something fiendish going on,” said the gray tabby. “I don’t have any proof yet, but your sorcerer friend has been stirring the pot and I think what he awakens will not treat Freeport kindly.” “Duly noted—“ “What in Althares’ eyes is going on out here?” The lesson was cut off as a spectacled, middle-aged woman in a nightgown shone a light into the alleyway from a window. The instructor immediately returned to licking her paws. Every other cat did the same. Wilimina Gertz chuckled. “Oh, it’s you. Well, try to keep your Council of Cats quiet, won’t you?” She shook her head and whispered, “[FONT="Impact"]silentium[/FONT].” The majority of the felines were magically silenced. “You’re lucky you’re such a good mouser, Miss Maya, or we’d have thrown you off the premises a long time ago.” The malkin turned her head to squint upwards at the source of the light, as if noticing Wilimina for the first time. “Meow?” “That’s what I thought,” said the professor. “I swear, sometimes I think you can understand me. Try to keep the noise to a dull roar; my magic can only do so much.” Chuckling to herself again, the professor closed the window. Maya stopped cleaning herself. “[FONT="Impact"]Resolvo veneficus![/FONT]” With the silence dispelled, the malkin rolled her eyes. “Now where were we?” [/QUOTE]
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