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<blockquote data-quote="Miles Pilitus" data-source="post: 5372750" data-attributes="member: 41553"><p><strong>Episode 4 – Half-Truths and Telepaths</strong></p><p></p><p>Let's see where I left off last time. Ah, yes. A hundred slightly ripe berks bursting into the Civic Festhall right as Manuel's magic gets us home. To the great surprise of no-one, Simon is suddenly the center of attention for about half of the main room of the hall. After a moment of stunned silence, Xallis pipes in with exactly the right words to cut through the tension by starting to chant "Speech!" which the rest of the room picks up on. That diffusion of tension seems to be a natural talent of Chaosmen. Which is all the scarier because I know Xallis hasn't yet had time to run into any of the barking mad lunatics who comprise his natural faction.</p><p></p><p> * You realize that he's found the old letterpress in the basement, right Abe? </p><p></p><p> No. I hadn't. Well Simon and I will just have to push up our plan to sell tickets. </p><p></p><p>After a minute of a room chanting for Simon to grace the huddled masses with a gift of astounding oratory Simon cuts the wind out of the room with a simple "No." Simon later told me that he could feel the room was looking for something new and guessed that this would have been a new experience for them. He's probably right, but I wouldn't recommend him trying it again. Simon disperses the party-crashers, who are a group of people whose minds apparently operate at the same wave-length as his which means that they've ended up entangled with his own. He sends them away, then comments that he's going to need to do something with them, as he's now a leader of men. But not a leader of us, it seems. The pirate and the vampire have disappeared, probably because they found their own new experiences to go indulge in. Ah, the Society of Sensation. Given the number of spoiled rich brats who join for the hedonism, it's surprising Sigil has as rich a trade in the oldest profession as it does. But maybe it's because the spoiled princelings of Sigil don't really want to sleep with "Common People."</p><p></p><p>Contra to that previous thought, looking around the room for where our own wandering hedonists had gone off to, I caught sight of a most uncommon person that I knew. I saw Kylie's red mushroom from across the room and pointed it out to Simon and Manuel. It was made easier for them to spot when it started heading towards us. I give Kylie a brief thanks for the wonderful tour of the end of the world, and she breezes by us fast to reach the dessert table with a small hand signal for quiet. Manuel and I wander over to her and try to be surreptitious in our conversation. She says she needed o get us out of the city, because there were people asking pointed questions about Spellchasers, mentioning that Dad hadn't returned to the city in a year, and people might want to ask me if I knew where to find the old man. That he had let more political disasters in his wake then some (me) might suspect.</p><p></p><p> * Ah. Politics. Hate the stuff, it's almost impossible to clean out of your clothes, but life does occur. </p><p></p><p> Maybe, but I get a sense that more then a few might have been after your true work-shop from the way Kylie phrased some of what she said. </p><p></p><p> * And they're welcome to get themselves lost in trying to find it. All other things aside, you certainly don't know where it is. </p><p></p><p> True, but Kylie suspects that I know how to get in touch with you. And if she does – </p><p></p><p> * More then a few of the others will as well. All I can say is: Do your best </p><p></p><p>And after she finished bringing me closer to traveling speed about the politics of being a Spellchaser right now, she handed Manuel a sealed letter that she says was addressed to him, and to open it in a quiet place, and that she has to get back to her conversation with one of the Golden Lords, Shemeska the Marauder. Neither Manuel or I stopped her, since I think we both have our current quota of attention from the Lower planes filled up nice and proper. Simon joins at the dessert table (he had apparently been doing something to Xallis for the past few minutes while our half-elf got his tastes of the sweets at the table) and asks about Shemeska, having overhead the name mentioned followed by a spike of panic from both Manuel and myself. I give him another quick lesson in politics, explaining the golden lords briefly (which is where I think he's going to get the space for himself that he's looking for), and that it's a good idea to stay away from the King of the Crosstrade, a furred 'loth bitch who is not to be trusted. Xallis makes a comment about being a female called King of anything, suggesting something anatomical, and I file away a new comment that is likely to get me killed if I say it to the wrong person.</p><p></p><p>It's about at this point that Jonathan staggers back over to us, smiling like a drunken sailor on shore leave. We grab him and say we're heading somewhere quieter then this. Simon motions us towards the door, saying that Camille will join us later. I'm about to ask where our other god-bother is, but Manuel is already grabbing her from where she was standing, having seemingly gotten frozen stiff in a strict disapproval of everything while her world fell apart. We head out and Manuel and I lead us to a bar with a "Piratical" theme, being built out of an old sailing vessel. Simon motions for us to leave it to him and several moments later we're lead to the "Captain's Cabin" and given us of it, all without any coin having been exchanged. Until we order appetizers. Then we're trading over far too many coins.</p><p></p><p> * Such is the way of all appetizers, in every plane and every frame. </p><p></p><p>Now that we're in a secure location, Manuel opens up the seal of the letter, one that none of us recognize, to reveal...</p><p></p><p>A blank sheet of vellum. Manuel fiddles with the letter for a minute shaking it, holding it up to the light, et cetera before Simon suggests letting Remé take a look at the letter. At which point Simon's silent support breaks out a small alchemy lab from her bag and beings to examine the letter. She examines it, says that both letter and envelope are made of calf-skin, and the wax is made with ground gold, ground supernaturally fine. I ask to be handed the letter and envelope. And I see that the gold flecks in the dark green wax of the seal would have to been done with magic. And as I sit there, a thought strikes me. I close my eyes for a moment, collecting my will in my hands and my mind, focusing on the thought, "I am Manuel of the Planes."</p><p></p><p>As I release my will and a small trickle of magic rolls through the letter, words appear. I take a quick look at the letter before I flick it back to Manuel. The letter says he needs to head to Mechanus to make a copy of the key, Signed M. Xallis shouts that it has to be a letter from Manuel in the future to him in the past. There are times I regret explaining what I understand of Abraxas Hellbringer's existence to him, now "It's Chronomancy" is going to be his answer to every strange riddle we run across. But something's been niggling in the back of my mind. There's something fabricated about the letter, but I will praise a power if I could figure out what it was.</p><p></p><p>Simon decided to go with Xallis' wild guess, and asks Manuel for permission to interrogate his mind, to which he agrees, with a caveat that we are not to use his mind as pay-per-view. Xallis and I smile, as we're both sure that the thought has never crossed Simon's mind. (ever). And through a brief interrogation of the depths of Manuel's mind reveals the idea of a letter sent back in time as a likely possibility. After discussing our various options until we're out of appetizers, we head back home, as it's the safest spot we have in the city at the moment.</p><p></p><p>Monti is outside, washing the windows until we show up. He rushes us inside to the sitting room, followed by rushing me into the kitchen to help him prepare drinks for everyone. I bring him up to speed, and let him know that Simon's going to need to make a few meetings in the next few days, then we both head back into the sitting room with a round of drinks.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Miles Pilitus, post: 5372750, member: 41553"] [b]Episode 4 – Half-Truths and Telepaths[/b] Let's see where I left off last time. Ah, yes. A hundred slightly ripe berks bursting into the Civic Festhall right as Manuel's magic gets us home. To the great surprise of no-one, Simon is suddenly the center of attention for about half of the main room of the hall. After a moment of stunned silence, Xallis pipes in with exactly the right words to cut through the tension by starting to chant "Speech!" which the rest of the room picks up on. That diffusion of tension seems to be a natural talent of Chaosmen. Which is all the scarier because I know Xallis hasn't yet had time to run into any of the barking mad lunatics who comprise his natural faction. * You realize that he's found the old letterpress in the basement, right Abe? No. I hadn't. Well Simon and I will just have to push up our plan to sell tickets. After a minute of a room chanting for Simon to grace the huddled masses with a gift of astounding oratory Simon cuts the wind out of the room with a simple "No." Simon later told me that he could feel the room was looking for something new and guessed that this would have been a new experience for them. He's probably right, but I wouldn't recommend him trying it again. Simon disperses the party-crashers, who are a group of people whose minds apparently operate at the same wave-length as his which means that they've ended up entangled with his own. He sends them away, then comments that he's going to need to do something with them, as he's now a leader of men. But not a leader of us, it seems. The pirate and the vampire have disappeared, probably because they found their own new experiences to go indulge in. Ah, the Society of Sensation. Given the number of spoiled rich brats who join for the hedonism, it's surprising Sigil has as rich a trade in the oldest profession as it does. But maybe it's because the spoiled princelings of Sigil don't really want to sleep with "Common People." Contra to that previous thought, looking around the room for where our own wandering hedonists had gone off to, I caught sight of a most uncommon person that I knew. I saw Kylie's red mushroom from across the room and pointed it out to Simon and Manuel. It was made easier for them to spot when it started heading towards us. I give Kylie a brief thanks for the wonderful tour of the end of the world, and she breezes by us fast to reach the dessert table with a small hand signal for quiet. Manuel and I wander over to her and try to be surreptitious in our conversation. She says she needed o get us out of the city, because there were people asking pointed questions about Spellchasers, mentioning that Dad hadn't returned to the city in a year, and people might want to ask me if I knew where to find the old man. That he had let more political disasters in his wake then some (me) might suspect. * Ah. Politics. Hate the stuff, it's almost impossible to clean out of your clothes, but life does occur. Maybe, but I get a sense that more then a few might have been after your true work-shop from the way Kylie phrased some of what she said. * And they're welcome to get themselves lost in trying to find it. All other things aside, you certainly don't know where it is. True, but Kylie suspects that I know how to get in touch with you. And if she does – * More then a few of the others will as well. All I can say is: Do your best And after she finished bringing me closer to traveling speed about the politics of being a Spellchaser right now, she handed Manuel a sealed letter that she says was addressed to him, and to open it in a quiet place, and that she has to get back to her conversation with one of the Golden Lords, Shemeska the Marauder. Neither Manuel or I stopped her, since I think we both have our current quota of attention from the Lower planes filled up nice and proper. Simon joins at the dessert table (he had apparently been doing something to Xallis for the past few minutes while our half-elf got his tastes of the sweets at the table) and asks about Shemeska, having overhead the name mentioned followed by a spike of panic from both Manuel and myself. I give him another quick lesson in politics, explaining the golden lords briefly (which is where I think he's going to get the space for himself that he's looking for), and that it's a good idea to stay away from the King of the Crosstrade, a furred 'loth bitch who is not to be trusted. Xallis makes a comment about being a female called King of anything, suggesting something anatomical, and I file away a new comment that is likely to get me killed if I say it to the wrong person. It's about at this point that Jonathan staggers back over to us, smiling like a drunken sailor on shore leave. We grab him and say we're heading somewhere quieter then this. Simon motions us towards the door, saying that Camille will join us later. I'm about to ask where our other god-bother is, but Manuel is already grabbing her from where she was standing, having seemingly gotten frozen stiff in a strict disapproval of everything while her world fell apart. We head out and Manuel and I lead us to a bar with a "Piratical" theme, being built out of an old sailing vessel. Simon motions for us to leave it to him and several moments later we're lead to the "Captain's Cabin" and given us of it, all without any coin having been exchanged. Until we order appetizers. Then we're trading over far too many coins. * Such is the way of all appetizers, in every plane and every frame. Now that we're in a secure location, Manuel opens up the seal of the letter, one that none of us recognize, to reveal... A blank sheet of vellum. Manuel fiddles with the letter for a minute shaking it, holding it up to the light, et cetera before Simon suggests letting Remé take a look at the letter. At which point Simon's silent support breaks out a small alchemy lab from her bag and beings to examine the letter. She examines it, says that both letter and envelope are made of calf-skin, and the wax is made with ground gold, ground supernaturally fine. I ask to be handed the letter and envelope. And I see that the gold flecks in the dark green wax of the seal would have to been done with magic. And as I sit there, a thought strikes me. I close my eyes for a moment, collecting my will in my hands and my mind, focusing on the thought, "I am Manuel of the Planes." As I release my will and a small trickle of magic rolls through the letter, words appear. I take a quick look at the letter before I flick it back to Manuel. The letter says he needs to head to Mechanus to make a copy of the key, Signed M. Xallis shouts that it has to be a letter from Manuel in the future to him in the past. There are times I regret explaining what I understand of Abraxas Hellbringer's existence to him, now "It's Chronomancy" is going to be his answer to every strange riddle we run across. But something's been niggling in the back of my mind. There's something fabricated about the letter, but I will praise a power if I could figure out what it was. Simon decided to go with Xallis' wild guess, and asks Manuel for permission to interrogate his mind, to which he agrees, with a caveat that we are not to use his mind as pay-per-view. Xallis and I smile, as we're both sure that the thought has never crossed Simon's mind. (ever). And through a brief interrogation of the depths of Manuel's mind reveals the idea of a letter sent back in time as a likely possibility. After discussing our various options until we're out of appetizers, we head back home, as it's the safest spot we have in the city at the moment. Monti is outside, washing the windows until we show up. He rushes us inside to the sitting room, followed by rushing me into the kitchen to help him prepare drinks for everyone. I bring him up to speed, and let him know that Simon's going to need to make a few meetings in the next few days, then we both head back into the sitting room with a round of drinks. [/QUOTE]
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