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<blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 5027291" data-attributes="member: 2323"><p><strong>[PLAIN][Realms #499] Auld Lang Syne[/PLAIN]</strong></p><p></p><p>They pressed on for a time through the void until they reached a point where they could just make out a series of monumental stones adrift at the limits of their vision. Those islands of rock lay directly in their path and none of them had any doubt that they were the the God Isles. In truth, their only doubt came from the fact that they knew not what they would find once they reached the Isles. After so long in pursuit of this goal, it took tremendous effort for Morier to call a halt to their advance, but he did.</p><p></p><p>"We should rest," he told the other two. "We don't know what we'll be facing once we reach our goal and I need to regain my spells."</p><p></p><p>"Do you think we'll be fighting?" Maleko asked, a note of nervousness in his voice. Morier shrugged noncommittally and Ledare stared off at the floating rocks, hazy and indistinct in the misty twilight of the Astral Plane.</p><p></p><p>"Every other leg of this journey has required steel as well as wit," she muttered bitterly. "I see little reason to think that this will be any different." Maleko looked at her with concern, wondering again by what alternate path she had arrived in their midst.</p><p></p><p>"Ledare's right," Morier said and pointed at a smallish chunk of astral debris that drifted nearby. "We'll camp there."</p><p></p><p>"You can take first watch," she said to Morier. "I'll take second and Maleko third. As spellcasters you'll need uninterrupted time to rest." The albino raised his eyebrows.</p><p></p><p>"I was about to suggest the same thing," he told her and she cast her eyes downward.</p><p></p><p>"Of course," she said, reddening. "My apologies. Old habits." Morier smiled at her and began moving out.</p><p></p><p>"It's nice to know we're on the same page," he said wryly.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The longsword Maleko had graciously offered her was much more ornate than anything Ledare had wielded before. She suspected the jewels alone were of great value; the entire thing was polished to perfection. It was a magnificent work of art, and she wondered briefly how he had come by it. Another question to add to the tally. The weight of it felt good in her palm, as if such a solid reminder could anchor her to the here and now by its presence alone. She swung the weapon a few times, experimentally, and found she had to make several adjustments with her robe to avoid its becoming entangled on the gleaming steel.</p><p></p><p>She looked up to find Maleko watching her with interest. "My thanks," she said, raising the longword in a half-salute. "Are you sure you have no need of it?" He held up a tidy gloved hand and shook his head.</p><p></p><p>"It was a gift from my father," he told her as if he'd been privy to her earlier thoughts. "He wanted me to be able to defend myself if it came to crossed blades. But I don't think I've weilded it out of necessity more than thrice in all the years that I've had it." Ledare looked at the sword and saw her indestinct reflection in the polished fuller.</p><p></p><p>"You're a lucky fellow in that case, Maleko," she said, wondering how many times out of necessity she'd weilded a weapon like this one to save her own life or the life of someone she cared about.</p><p></p><p>"Not really," he told her with an ironic chuckle. "I just have other means of defending myself. And I think, given the current circumstances that I'm better defended with that sword in your hands than hanging at my hip." She nodded her acceptance and slid the weapon back into its scabbard.</p><p></p><p>Of course, she had noticed right away that this Morier did not carry Ravager as his double had so long ago. She wondered what had become of that sword. That consideration had been followed by a twinge of regret, wondering if she would have been able to make a difference in Del's test had she been armed. The Gods played bitter games allowing men to be destroyed at their own hand - whole histories and realities snuffed out in an instant. She wondered if weapons endured without consequence and added the fate of her former weapon to her list of questions for Morier.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>For the moment, though, Morier was through with questions. She'd asked him about Huzair's death and the albino had pressed his hand to his face, sighing.</p><p></p><p>"I can't do this right now, Ledare. Events all turned bizarre and started to unravel once we stepped through the door to the Cavern of the Self, and it might all be illusory," he told her. "Of course that might just be a self-satisfying explaination for all of it, since it would seem to be growing more difficult for one not to question his own sanity at some point in sorting through all of this." She looked at him morosely.</p><p></p><p>"I don't feel like an illusion, Morier," she told him and he nodded.</p><p></p><p>"I know, Ledare," he said. "And I can only imagine how confusing this all is for you, because I know how confusing it all is for me. But I can't focus on it right now. Not so close to our goal..." Ledare looked off into the distance, grim-faced.</p><p></p><p>"I realize that, practically there is a job to do and it needs attention," she assured him. "So perhaps we can all try to lock things away in a chest for now and move along. But be careful, Morier. Things we think we've locked away and buried have a way of coming back on us at inopportune times."</p><p></p><p>She turned back to Maleko and saw the elf holding her holy symbol by its chain with a far-off puzzled look in his eyes. There was something unsettling about his expression and she prodded him gently to get his attention. He blinked rapidly and looked at her.</p><p></p><p>"I was trying out my new <em>Gloves of Object Reading</em>," he told her. "I thought it might shed some light on your past, maybe explain in part why you're here."</p><p></p><p>"I told you I'm willing to answer your questions," she explained and Maleko grinned bashfully.</p><p></p><p>"I know. But as I said, the <em>Gloves</em> are new and I wanted to try them out," he admitted and Ledare chuckled.</p><p></p><p>"So why did you look so puzzled just now?" she asked and Maleko held up the necklace.</p><p></p><p>"The holy symbol gave me exactly the reading I expected," he told her. "You were the most recent owner, and before that it belonged to Matriarch Lenoire, cleric of Flor."</p><p></p><p>"She gave it to me when I first converted to the faith of the White Lady," Ledare confirmed and Maleko nodded.</p><p></p><p>"Again: it's exactly the reading I was expecting," he told her. "But then I tried to do a reading on the chain and... well the <em>Gloves</em> are giving me conflicting information. Like the readings overlap." Ledare frowned, trying to remember where she'd picked up the large chain and found that she couldn't. Maleko looked at her.</p><p></p><p>"Do the names Tarawyn Alusiil and Melengar the Black mean anything to you?" he asked. "Because before you, both of them appear to have owned this chain."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jon Potter, post: 5027291, member: 2323"] [b][PLAIN][Realms #499] Auld Lang Syne[/PLAIN][/b] They pressed on for a time through the void until they reached a point where they could just make out a series of monumental stones adrift at the limits of their vision. Those islands of rock lay directly in their path and none of them had any doubt that they were the the God Isles. In truth, their only doubt came from the fact that they knew not what they would find once they reached the Isles. After so long in pursuit of this goal, it took tremendous effort for Morier to call a halt to their advance, but he did. "We should rest," he told the other two. "We don't know what we'll be facing once we reach our goal and I need to regain my spells." "Do you think we'll be fighting?" Maleko asked, a note of nervousness in his voice. Morier shrugged noncommittally and Ledare stared off at the floating rocks, hazy and indistinct in the misty twilight of the Astral Plane. "Every other leg of this journey has required steel as well as wit," she muttered bitterly. "I see little reason to think that this will be any different." Maleko looked at her with concern, wondering again by what alternate path she had arrived in their midst. "Ledare's right," Morier said and pointed at a smallish chunk of astral debris that drifted nearby. "We'll camp there." "You can take first watch," she said to Morier. "I'll take second and Maleko third. As spellcasters you'll need uninterrupted time to rest." The albino raised his eyebrows. "I was about to suggest the same thing," he told her and she cast her eyes downward. "Of course," she said, reddening. "My apologies. Old habits." Morier smiled at her and began moving out. "It's nice to know we're on the same page," he said wryly. The longsword Maleko had graciously offered her was much more ornate than anything Ledare had wielded before. She suspected the jewels alone were of great value; the entire thing was polished to perfection. It was a magnificent work of art, and she wondered briefly how he had come by it. Another question to add to the tally. The weight of it felt good in her palm, as if such a solid reminder could anchor her to the here and now by its presence alone. She swung the weapon a few times, experimentally, and found she had to make several adjustments with her robe to avoid its becoming entangled on the gleaming steel. She looked up to find Maleko watching her with interest. "My thanks," she said, raising the longword in a half-salute. "Are you sure you have no need of it?" He held up a tidy gloved hand and shook his head. "It was a gift from my father," he told her as if he'd been privy to her earlier thoughts. "He wanted me to be able to defend myself if it came to crossed blades. But I don't think I've weilded it out of necessity more than thrice in all the years that I've had it." Ledare looked at the sword and saw her indestinct reflection in the polished fuller. "You're a lucky fellow in that case, Maleko," she said, wondering how many times out of necessity she'd weilded a weapon like this one to save her own life or the life of someone she cared about. "Not really," he told her with an ironic chuckle. "I just have other means of defending myself. And I think, given the current circumstances that I'm better defended with that sword in your hands than hanging at my hip." She nodded her acceptance and slid the weapon back into its scabbard. Of course, she had noticed right away that this Morier did not carry Ravager as his double had so long ago. She wondered what had become of that sword. That consideration had been followed by a twinge of regret, wondering if she would have been able to make a difference in Del's test had she been armed. The Gods played bitter games allowing men to be destroyed at their own hand - whole histories and realities snuffed out in an instant. She wondered if weapons endured without consequence and added the fate of her former weapon to her list of questions for Morier. For the moment, though, Morier was through with questions. She'd asked him about Huzair's death and the albino had pressed his hand to his face, sighing. "I can't do this right now, Ledare. Events all turned bizarre and started to unravel once we stepped through the door to the Cavern of the Self, and it might all be illusory," he told her. "Of course that might just be a self-satisfying explaination for all of it, since it would seem to be growing more difficult for one not to question his own sanity at some point in sorting through all of this." She looked at him morosely. "I don't feel like an illusion, Morier," she told him and he nodded. "I know, Ledare," he said. "And I can only imagine how confusing this all is for you, because I know how confusing it all is for me. But I can't focus on it right now. Not so close to our goal..." Ledare looked off into the distance, grim-faced. "I realize that, practically there is a job to do and it needs attention," she assured him. "So perhaps we can all try to lock things away in a chest for now and move along. But be careful, Morier. Things we think we've locked away and buried have a way of coming back on us at inopportune times." She turned back to Maleko and saw the elf holding her holy symbol by its chain with a far-off puzzled look in his eyes. There was something unsettling about his expression and she prodded him gently to get his attention. He blinked rapidly and looked at her. "I was trying out my new [I]Gloves of Object Reading[/I]," he told her. "I thought it might shed some light on your past, maybe explain in part why you're here." "I told you I'm willing to answer your questions," she explained and Maleko grinned bashfully. "I know. But as I said, the [I]Gloves[/I] are new and I wanted to try them out," he admitted and Ledare chuckled. "So why did you look so puzzled just now?" she asked and Maleko held up the necklace. "The holy symbol gave me exactly the reading I expected," he told her. "You were the most recent owner, and before that it belonged to Matriarch Lenoire, cleric of Flor." "She gave it to me when I first converted to the faith of the White Lady," Ledare confirmed and Maleko nodded. "Again: it's exactly the reading I was expecting," he told her. "But then I tried to do a reading on the chain and... well the [i]Gloves[/i] are giving me conflicting information. Like the readings overlap." Ledare frowned, trying to remember where she'd picked up the large chain and found that she couldn't. Maleko looked at her. "Do the names Tarawyn Alusiil and Melengar the Black mean anything to you?" he asked. "Because before you, both of them appear to have owned this chain." [/QUOTE]
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