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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3404863" data-attributes="member: 3448">Begin Session 17:The Council met on the morning of the third day prior to the coronation and reviewed the list of tasks on the to-do list.  The list was long, but they focused on the top priority without much difficulty.  There were still three Harlequins at large; even though most of them had been defeated, the three remaining posed an enormous threat.  They had requested that the officer prisoner examine the bodies that had been recovered, and he confirmed that the two master assassins were not among them.“I wonder if we could scry on them,” said Dame Brionna.  “We have a fair amount of information.  A skilled diviner might be able to use that to find their location.”The rest of the Council agreed that it was worth a try at least, and sent a runner to the Cathedral, because clerical divinations are often more powerful than arcane ones.Less than an hour later, the diviner arrived at the palace.  The diviner wore the vestments of a reverend canon and carefully but unsteadily made his way into the private audience chamber.  He was human, but his face was obscured by an enormous pair of gnomish spectacles.  With his lanky form and jerky movements, he resembled nothing so much as a robotic scarecrow, complete with straw blond hair sticking out haphazardly from beneath his cap.  He drew himself up carefully, and bowed deeply.  “Your eminent grace.”  As he rose from the bow, however, he squinted carefully at the chair before him and realized that it was, in fact, empty.  He looked around the room jerkily, with his head swinging back and forth rapidly, until he realized where Alistair was actually sitting.  He repeated the bow, this time honoring the Archduke instead of a piece of furniture.  “I am Reverend Canon Byron Toddle.  This is an honor I could not have imagined growing up on a chicken farm.  How may I be of service?”Alistair smiled gently at the strange priest.  “As you may know, there have been a group of drowan assassins operating within the City, in the garb and makeup of harlequins or clowns.”“Yes.  They have been clouding the prolipsis for weeks.  They are slipping through time, they are capable of changing things more than most.”“Clouding the … prolipsis?” echoed Alistair.  “What does that mean?”“They make it difficult to see things, people, events…  I can see the flow of time and the place of people within it, in a way that most cannot.  But they make it hard to see things.  And they make it hard to perceive the future.  Time is like a river.  It will divide around a stone.  Sometimes it will fork, but by and large it goes forward.”</blockquote>

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