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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 5708091" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p><strong>Praetorian Morgue, Praetorium, Balic</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p>"So when you got to the harbor, the <em>Shrike </em>was already gone I assume?" Ementius said, looking up from over the husk of a corpse that he'd been examining while Jerrek talked.</p><p></p><p>The young Praetor nodded. "There were half-a-dozen sailors lying with this one on the dock where the <em>Shrike</em> had been moored. We were no more than a few minutes too late... which I'm not sure was a good or bad thing."</p><p></p><p>Kar looked pointedly at the dessicated body lying on the stone slab before Ementius.</p><p></p><p>"And then they sent the warship <em>Cataclysm</em> after the <em>Shrike</em>." Ementius said, more a statement than a question. He'd already heard it from agents in the Arsenal, but he wanted to hear Jerrek's version.</p><p></p><p>"Yes. I was with Centurion Haravan when he gave the order for the <em>Cataclysm </em>to close on the <em>Shrike</em>. I had a bad feeling about it and said they should just destroy it, but unfortunately he knew about my Legion background and I'm sure you know about the doctrinal differences between the Legion and the Arsenal Legionnaires. In his words 'it's a warship against a sand skiff'."</p><p></p><p>"I'm assuming that was right before the <em>Cataclysm </em>went down with all hands?"</p><p></p><p>Jerrek nodded, motioning to the corpse. "Have you ever seen something like this? My first thought was defiling, but I've never seen arcanistry do <em>this</em>."</p><p></p><p>Ementius shook his head, walking around the table and bending down to get a different angle on the body. "No, this is no mortal magic."</p><p></p><p>Jerrek's eyebrow quirked at that.</p><p></p><p>Ementius continued. "This is fey magic, drained their living essence entirely from their bodies."</p><p></p><p>A troubled look came over Jerrek and the Praetor's eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the body. Finally, he shook his head. "I won't pretend I know what they fey are. I've heard the term before but I'm not familiar with its origins."</p><p></p><p>"Perhaps that is good since you are so recently Praetor," Ementius said, half-wondering if Jerrek know more than he had said and his delay was to affirm what Ementius was about to say. "It would be slightly suspect if even a patrician knew of the worlds that parallel our own."</p><p></p><p>Jerrek said nothing, just leaned against a vacant slab and motioned for Ementius to elaborate. He did, pulling out a stylus, diagramming and notating the features of the body for his studies.</p><p></p><p>"The ancestors of the elves came from a different world. Little enough is known about it except that it is more arcane and mysterious with many secrets. It is nearly impossible to get to and too dangerous to explore easily if you even can. It is also dying and the fey blame us 'mortals' and hate us for it. They are capricious, powerful, unpredictable and masters of their breed of magic. We have an idea of what Barrenyche is now, but that does us little good."</p><p></p><p>He glanced up to see if Jerrek was following. The Praetor's gaze was distant, but a moment later the Praetor turned and nodded, pushing himself up off the slab. "Then it is out of our hands. All we can do is notify the Port Authority and the Arsenal that the <em>Shrike</em> is to be destroyed on sight... and the Legions and Praetors the same of Barrenyche."</p><p></p><p>Ementius nodded.</p><p></p><p>"Then I leave you to your studies," Jerrek said, half-bowing before heading out the door.</p><p></p><p>Ementius continued to draw without looking up, wondering if he'd have a few more life-drained corpses lying before him if the <em>Shrike</em> had still been there when Jerrek had arrived... He was somewhat glad it hadn't worked out that way. He might be young and ambitious, but Jerrek at least seemed to take his duties seriously and wasted no time or effort in bringing them to resolution.</p><p></p><p><em>If only those qualities didn't always seem to go hand-in-hand...</em> he thought, setting down his stylus and rubbing his forehead. <em>Too many capable Praetors end up lying in a ditch with a knife in their back, betrayed by their own ambitions and the entrenched Praetors concerned only for their own power and position and not for the good of Balic.</em>..</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 5708091, member: 60965"] [B]Praetorian Morgue, Praetorium, Balic [/B] "So when you got to the harbor, the [I]Shrike [/I]was already gone I assume?" Ementius said, looking up from over the husk of a corpse that he'd been examining while Jerrek talked. The young Praetor nodded. "There were half-a-dozen sailors lying with this one on the dock where the [I]Shrike[/I] had been moored. We were no more than a few minutes too late... which I'm not sure was a good or bad thing." Kar looked pointedly at the dessicated body lying on the stone slab before Ementius. "And then they sent the warship [I]Cataclysm[/I] after the [I]Shrike[/I]." Ementius said, more a statement than a question. He'd already heard it from agents in the Arsenal, but he wanted to hear Jerrek's version. "Yes. I was with Centurion Haravan when he gave the order for the [I]Cataclysm [/I]to close on the [I]Shrike[/I]. I had a bad feeling about it and said they should just destroy it, but unfortunately he knew about my Legion background and I'm sure you know about the doctrinal differences between the Legion and the Arsenal Legionnaires. In his words 'it's a warship against a sand skiff'." "I'm assuming that was right before the [I]Cataclysm [/I]went down with all hands?" Jerrek nodded, motioning to the corpse. "Have you ever seen something like this? My first thought was defiling, but I've never seen arcanistry do [I]this[/I]." Ementius shook his head, walking around the table and bending down to get a different angle on the body. "No, this is no mortal magic." Jerrek's eyebrow quirked at that. Ementius continued. "This is fey magic, drained their living essence entirely from their bodies." A troubled look came over Jerrek and the Praetor's eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the body. Finally, he shook his head. "I won't pretend I know what they fey are. I've heard the term before but I'm not familiar with its origins." "Perhaps that is good since you are so recently Praetor," Ementius said, half-wondering if Jerrek know more than he had said and his delay was to affirm what Ementius was about to say. "It would be slightly suspect if even a patrician knew of the worlds that parallel our own." Jerrek said nothing, just leaned against a vacant slab and motioned for Ementius to elaborate. He did, pulling out a stylus, diagramming and notating the features of the body for his studies. "The ancestors of the elves came from a different world. Little enough is known about it except that it is more arcane and mysterious with many secrets. It is nearly impossible to get to and too dangerous to explore easily if you even can. It is also dying and the fey blame us 'mortals' and hate us for it. They are capricious, powerful, unpredictable and masters of their breed of magic. We have an idea of what Barrenyche is now, but that does us little good." He glanced up to see if Jerrek was following. The Praetor's gaze was distant, but a moment later the Praetor turned and nodded, pushing himself up off the slab. "Then it is out of our hands. All we can do is notify the Port Authority and the Arsenal that the [I]Shrike[/I] is to be destroyed on sight... and the Legions and Praetors the same of Barrenyche." Ementius nodded. "Then I leave you to your studies," Jerrek said, half-bowing before heading out the door. Ementius continued to draw without looking up, wondering if he'd have a few more life-drained corpses lying before him if the [I]Shrike[/I] had still been there when Jerrek had arrived... He was somewhat glad it hadn't worked out that way. He might be young and ambitious, but Jerrek at least seemed to take his duties seriously and wasted no time or effort in bringing them to resolution. [I]If only those qualities didn't always seem to go hand-in-hand...[/I] he thought, setting down his stylus and rubbing his forehead. [I]Too many capable Praetors end up lying in a ditch with a knife in their back, betrayed by their own ambitions and the entrenched Praetors concerned only for their own power and position and not for the good of Balic.[/I].. [/QUOTE]
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