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<blockquote data-quote="Zhure" data-source="post: 1428791" data-attributes="member: 308">Travellios continues trying to get the summoned creature to react to speech, but it either doesn't understand the languages he's chosen, or it's ensorcelled to only respond to its summoner.The small inky creature looks around tentatively for a few more seconds, then blinks away in a splashing wisp of ectoplasmic ooze, either disintegrated or unsummoned.* * * * *Mortimer and Lyrique watch as Palasant scribbles some notes on a sheet of foolscap, folds it and hands it to a waiting guardsman. &quot;I think that's a fine suggestion. We'll have the book shipped out on the next available boat to the mainland. I have a few galleons watching the island in case these half-breeds start trouble. If - as you say- one is a powerful arcanist, it's possible they won't travel via boat. After all, your entourage didn't arrive by normal transport either.&quot;The guardsman leaves the room with the note and Palasant sits back, looking askance at the book on the table in front of him.&quot;So what are your plans now,&quot; he asks, when outside...* * * * *Keith and Charlotte are in the midst of talking about sparring, though the subtext is obviously something else when....* * * * *Slith and Sildarin are settled into their quiet room, contemplating and relaxing when...There's a loud screeching sound outside, high in the sky. Gazing out the nearest open window, it appears to be a meteorite. Flying directly over the island (south to north) it strikes dead center on the mountain over the academy. The town and campus erupts into confusion. Guards and militia begin hollering orders. Inside the tent, Palasant raises one eyebrow....</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Zhure, post: 1428791, member: 308"] Travellios continues trying to get the summoned creature to react to speech, but it either doesn't understand the languages he's chosen, or it's ensorcelled to only respond to its summoner. The small inky creature looks around tentatively for a few more seconds, then blinks away in a splashing wisp of ectoplasmic ooze, either disintegrated or unsummoned. * * * * * Mortimer and Lyrique watch as Palasant scribbles some notes on a sheet of foolscap, folds it and hands it to a waiting guardsman. "I think that's a fine suggestion. We'll have the book shipped out on the next available boat to the mainland. I have a few galleons watching the island in case these half-breeds start trouble. If - as you say- one is a powerful arcanist, it's possible they won't travel via boat. After all, your entourage didn't arrive by normal transport either." The guardsman leaves the room with the note and Palasant sits back, looking askance at the book on the table in front of him. "So what are your plans now," he asks, when outside... * * * * * Keith and Charlotte are in the midst of talking about sparring, though the subtext is obviously something else when.... * * * * * Slith and Sildarin are settled into their quiet room, contemplating and relaxing when... There's a loud screeching sound outside, high in the sky. Gazing out the nearest open window, it appears to be a meteorite. Flying directly over the island (south to north) it strikes dead center on the mountain over the academy. The town and campus erupts into confusion. Guards and militia begin hollering orders. Inside the tent, Palasant raises one eyebrow.... [/QUOTE]

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