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<blockquote data-quote="ThirdWizard" data-source="post: 6621387" data-attributes="member: 12037"><p>“Should we go up there?” asked Mozzy?</p><p></p><p>Mehen shifted uncomfortably.</p><p></p><p>“I’m sure she has it in hand,” said Jer, yawning.</p><p></p><p>Mozzy glanced toward Aurian who seemed to be deep in thought.</p><p></p><p>“I could just take a peek. You know. Make sure nothing… I don’t know… bad is happening?”</p><p></p><p>Mehen nodded a bit. “It has been a long time. We should have asked about a time frame.”</p><p></p><p>“Hindsight,” said Mozzy moving over to the flight of stairs that the two had ascended together. It wouldn't be too difficult for her to sneak upstairs, take a peek around, and come back down after having listened at a door or checked a few rooms. At least she’d be doing something, not just sitting here on her hands.</p><p></p><p>“Would we even be able to tell if something was wrong?” asked Aurian.</p><p></p><p>“Sure. If Colin is laying in a pool of his own blood, the valuables are all gone, and the drow is nowhere in sight, then something has gone wrong,” replied Jer dryly.</p><p></p><p>“Given a non-obvious circumstance, then,” said Aurian.</p><p></p><p>“Probably not,” said Jer.</p><p></p><p>A few more minutes passed. Mehen touched the symbol of Ioun. One of the goals of the Temple of the Mind’s Light was to protect people from improper use of magic, that including things like necromancy as well as curses. They had done their duty in bringing the Cursebreaker here to the Herald household, but perhaps they needed to take a more active role… just in case. He was about to ask Mozzy to go up and check it out when they heard movement coming down.</p><p></p><p>Mozzy backed up and pretended to be busy eating one of the sandwiches brought out for them. Aurian picked up a book and held it, although his attention was obviously on the staircase. Jer snored a little. No one was sure if he was really asleep or not. The pair, Colin with Tesa, came down, Tesa leaning heavily against the banister of the staircase, Colin helping her. He guided her into one of the chairs by the fire.</p><p></p><p>“She… I think she did it,” he said, his eyes wide.</p><p></p><p>“Your father will be fine. That was a powerful curse, though. I don’t know how he found himself on the receiving end of that, and I don’t know how he was able to survive this long.” Tesa was out of breath. She looked like she might pass out right there.</p><p></p><p>“I’ll remember this. Thank you. Thank all of you. If you’ll excuse me. Stay as long as you like.”</p><p></p><p>Tesa smiled as Colin hurried back upstairs. “He’s a good child.”</p><p></p><p>“Do you need to rest?” asked Mozzy.</p><p></p><p>“No. It is best that I get back into hiding. There are wards at the new Eight Watchful Eyes. I need to get there before someone finds me. I’ve been out too long as it is.” She pulled herself up. It was obvious she was exhausted, but they didn't argue. They still had a promise to fulfill, and moving her quickly was the safest option at the moment, regardless of her current state.</p><p></p><p>“The Prison then, that’s where the portal is?” asked Aurian, as they pulled their cloaks back on before heading out into the rain once again. They had just started to dry, and the wizard was not enjoying pulling the drenched cloak back over his body. The rain was starting to subside.</p><p></p><p>“Just outside it, thankfully,” replied Tesa.</p><p></p><p>Cloaks back on, they walked once again into the rain, which was finally starting to subside. By now it was fully dark, and they could start to see the brightest of lights above them through the rain on the other side of Sigil, the titan sized burning fire pits of the Civic Festhall and the white plume torch of the Hall of Speakers a comforting sight high above, intermingled with a few others of the brightest lights Sigil had to offer. Even on a day like this, or perhaps especially on a day like this, it was good to feel at home.</p><p></p><p>The Prison was not far away, but they moved slowly - Tesa still tired from her ordeal.</p><p></p><p>Mehen was the first to spot the man who they had seen when they emerged from the storm drains, and he quickly, and discreetly, pointed their shadow out to the others when it became obvious that he was following them, and he had more people with him. Bounty hunters most likely. That they got this job must have gotten out or maybe someone knew what Tesa looked like. Whatever the case, it didn't matter how they had been discovered. Half a dozen cutters were on their trail in the middle of the Lady’s Ward. They couldn't start much of a scene here in the center of Sigil's power. And, they couldn't let them find where they were taking Tesa. Her new shop, and its portal, had to be kept secret.</p><p></p><p>“We need to do something,” whispered Mehen.</p><p></p><p>“I've got just the thing.” Mozzy winked. Of course, being in the Lady’s Ward there was always one constant, even in the dark of night. And, that constant was Harmonium patrols and the fact that they loved to get involved in any little thing that is happening on “their” streets. She led the group to turn a couple of corners making it look like they were trying to lose their shadows, but after the third turn, she found what she was after. A patrol of eight.</p><p></p><p>With a flick of the wrist and a quick low word, she cast her spell then turned, a look of horror on her face as she looked straight at the lead man behind them. “He’s Revolutionary League!” She exclaimed in her most outlandishly offended voice. Jer suppressed a smirk.</p><p></p><p>The Harmonium took note immediately of the man who now sported quite the giant symbol of the Revolutionary League “hidden” just under his cloak. They immediately moved to intercept, and right before they got too close, Mozzy ended the magical effect. They had spotted the fake symbol on him, and it’s existence was no longer needed. She didn't need them figuring out it was a magical illusion. At least not immediately.</p><p></p><p>This is where Mehen stepped up, throwing back his own cloak to display the symbol of the Fraternity of Order for all to see. “We can’t have any Revolutionary League in our city! This is an outrage! You should take this man into custody immediately.”</p><p></p><p>The Harmonium offered no resistance to that idea. Three of the shadows scattered with patrolmen chasing them down, one stood jaw opening and closing, his feet not moving, and the last two started trying to talk their way out of the situation, which was a fool’s errand when it came to Harmonium. Mozzy didn’t wait around to find out what was going to happen, or for the escaping men to circle back around to follow, and immediately ushered the group away and into an alleyway. They criss-crossed a few streets just in case there was anyone else after them. Within ten minutes they were at the prison, sure that they had no tails remaining.</p><p></p><p>Tesa stopped in front of a large statue of a an armored Doomguard on one of the streets that crossed in front of the Prison. “Thank you. You kept your word.” </p><p></p><p>“Was there ever a doubt?” replied Mehen.</p><p></p><p>Smiling, she pulled out a small piece of parchment of paper, ripped it in half, and blew both pieces into the air. Upon doing so, a portal between the statue’s legs lit up briefly and she walked through to the safety of the new Eight Watchful Eyes.</p><p></p><p><strong>End Session One</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ThirdWizard, post: 6621387, member: 12037"] “Should we go up there?” asked Mozzy? Mehen shifted uncomfortably. “I’m sure she has it in hand,” said Jer, yawning. Mozzy glanced toward Aurian who seemed to be deep in thought. “I could just take a peek. You know. Make sure nothing… I don’t know… bad is happening?” Mehen nodded a bit. “It has been a long time. We should have asked about a time frame.” “Hindsight,” said Mozzy moving over to the flight of stairs that the two had ascended together. It wouldn't be too difficult for her to sneak upstairs, take a peek around, and come back down after having listened at a door or checked a few rooms. At least she’d be doing something, not just sitting here on her hands. “Would we even be able to tell if something was wrong?” asked Aurian. “Sure. If Colin is laying in a pool of his own blood, the valuables are all gone, and the drow is nowhere in sight, then something has gone wrong,” replied Jer dryly. “Given a non-obvious circumstance, then,” said Aurian. “Probably not,” said Jer. A few more minutes passed. Mehen touched the symbol of Ioun. One of the goals of the Temple of the Mind’s Light was to protect people from improper use of magic, that including things like necromancy as well as curses. They had done their duty in bringing the Cursebreaker here to the Herald household, but perhaps they needed to take a more active role… just in case. He was about to ask Mozzy to go up and check it out when they heard movement coming down. Mozzy backed up and pretended to be busy eating one of the sandwiches brought out for them. Aurian picked up a book and held it, although his attention was obviously on the staircase. Jer snored a little. No one was sure if he was really asleep or not. The pair, Colin with Tesa, came down, Tesa leaning heavily against the banister of the staircase, Colin helping her. He guided her into one of the chairs by the fire. “She… I think she did it,” he said, his eyes wide. “Your father will be fine. That was a powerful curse, though. I don’t know how he found himself on the receiving end of that, and I don’t know how he was able to survive this long.” Tesa was out of breath. She looked like she might pass out right there. “I’ll remember this. Thank you. Thank all of you. If you’ll excuse me. Stay as long as you like.” Tesa smiled as Colin hurried back upstairs. “He’s a good child.” “Do you need to rest?” asked Mozzy. “No. It is best that I get back into hiding. There are wards at the new Eight Watchful Eyes. I need to get there before someone finds me. I’ve been out too long as it is.” She pulled herself up. It was obvious she was exhausted, but they didn't argue. They still had a promise to fulfill, and moving her quickly was the safest option at the moment, regardless of her current state. “The Prison then, that’s where the portal is?” asked Aurian, as they pulled their cloaks back on before heading out into the rain once again. They had just started to dry, and the wizard was not enjoying pulling the drenched cloak back over his body. The rain was starting to subside. “Just outside it, thankfully,” replied Tesa. Cloaks back on, they walked once again into the rain, which was finally starting to subside. By now it was fully dark, and they could start to see the brightest of lights above them through the rain on the other side of Sigil, the titan sized burning fire pits of the Civic Festhall and the white plume torch of the Hall of Speakers a comforting sight high above, intermingled with a few others of the brightest lights Sigil had to offer. Even on a day like this, or perhaps especially on a day like this, it was good to feel at home. The Prison was not far away, but they moved slowly - Tesa still tired from her ordeal. Mehen was the first to spot the man who they had seen when they emerged from the storm drains, and he quickly, and discreetly, pointed their shadow out to the others when it became obvious that he was following them, and he had more people with him. Bounty hunters most likely. That they got this job must have gotten out or maybe someone knew what Tesa looked like. Whatever the case, it didn't matter how they had been discovered. Half a dozen cutters were on their trail in the middle of the Lady’s Ward. They couldn't start much of a scene here in the center of Sigil's power. And, they couldn't let them find where they were taking Tesa. Her new shop, and its portal, had to be kept secret. “We need to do something,” whispered Mehen. “I've got just the thing.” Mozzy winked. Of course, being in the Lady’s Ward there was always one constant, even in the dark of night. And, that constant was Harmonium patrols and the fact that they loved to get involved in any little thing that is happening on “their” streets. She led the group to turn a couple of corners making it look like they were trying to lose their shadows, but after the third turn, she found what she was after. A patrol of eight. With a flick of the wrist and a quick low word, she cast her spell then turned, a look of horror on her face as she looked straight at the lead man behind them. “He’s Revolutionary League!” She exclaimed in her most outlandishly offended voice. Jer suppressed a smirk. The Harmonium took note immediately of the man who now sported quite the giant symbol of the Revolutionary League “hidden” just under his cloak. They immediately moved to intercept, and right before they got too close, Mozzy ended the magical effect. They had spotted the fake symbol on him, and it’s existence was no longer needed. She didn't need them figuring out it was a magical illusion. At least not immediately. This is where Mehen stepped up, throwing back his own cloak to display the symbol of the Fraternity of Order for all to see. “We can’t have any Revolutionary League in our city! This is an outrage! You should take this man into custody immediately.” The Harmonium offered no resistance to that idea. Three of the shadows scattered with patrolmen chasing them down, one stood jaw opening and closing, his feet not moving, and the last two started trying to talk their way out of the situation, which was a fool’s errand when it came to Harmonium. Mozzy didn’t wait around to find out what was going to happen, or for the escaping men to circle back around to follow, and immediately ushered the group away and into an alleyway. They criss-crossed a few streets just in case there was anyone else after them. Within ten minutes they were at the prison, sure that they had no tails remaining. Tesa stopped in front of a large statue of a an armored Doomguard on one of the streets that crossed in front of the Prison. “Thank you. You kept your word.” “Was there ever a doubt?” replied Mehen. Smiling, she pulled out a small piece of parchment of paper, ripped it in half, and blew both pieces into the air. Upon doing so, a portal between the statue’s legs lit up briefly and she walked through to the safety of the new Eight Watchful Eyes. [B]End Session One[/B] [/QUOTE]
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