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Message: <blockquote data-quote="simmo" data-source="post: 1415364" data-attributes="member: 9744">chapter 3 Late Night Grit Cake SnacksAfter her disturbing visions and seeing the same thing again when she tried to contact Lord Danster, Serena finally gave up on getting any sleep what so ever and decided to discuss some of her thoughts with her friends. She tip-toed out of her room and knocked on the dwarven scholars door."Littleby," Serena called out softly."Speak friend and enter," a muffled voice came from beyond the door."Friend!" Serena said, annoyed at her friend's question."How did you get on?" The dwarven scholar did not look like he had slept much and was in the process of clearing his tomes and scrolls off the bed."Well, our list of things to do just got longer." Serena signed and sat down on the edge of the bed. She wore only a night dress and a robe, but found that Littleby's room was a little colder and damper. "He's trapped on the Negative Energy Plane with Deus's father and saying that he is a shadow of a man does not come close to describing him. His personality has been almost entirely destroyed. I don't know how long he can last." She looked at Littleby hoping that he would have an easy answer, but the dwarven scholar shook his head at the news."I think that it is going to take a little bit of research." Littleby knew a great deal about Negation, but little about the 'geography' of the plane. He'd heard that the Dustmen had a stronghold on the plane somewhere and was curious to find out how it managed to stay in one piece."OK. I just..." Serena shivered and drew the robe closer to her body. "Do you know the feeling when you have about forty different things and they are all moving at the same time. If you let one slip then the whole world falls apart."The dwarven scholar nodded his head in understanding and patted the seer on the arm, hoping to comfort her. "Sounds like mining," he said and though back to the days that he worked as a Junior Mineshaft Safety Inspector."Do you know what I mean?" Serena appreciated Littleby's support, but did not understand his mining reference. "Have we told you about Nyon?" The seer recalled seeing that Littleby had been somewhat confused with the encounter with Agar (who was also Nyon) downstairs."Bits and bobs, yes." Littleby replied."I don't think that Malkir would mind me telling you." Serena had met Nyon on their homeworld first of all, but was not aware of who he really was. They'd parted ways on the Outlands only to run in to Agar the merchant in Elysium shortly afterwards. It was not until tonight that Serena and Malkir discovered that Nyon and Agar were the same. Serena left the room briefly to invite Malkir in to the conversation, but there was no reply from his room. On the way back she stopped at Andrew's door and knocked on it gently to see if he was awake or not."What?" came the annoyed response from beyond the door."Do you want to hear about this Nyon fellow?" Serena asked. She waited for a few moments for a response and was about to set off back to Littleby's when she heard movement inside the room."Yes, sure." Andrew popped his head briefly from behind the door. His hair and clothes looked out of place and he walked sleepily after Serena to the dwarven scholar's room."Grit Cake?" the dwarven scholar looked up as the two walked in to his room. He held up some food that had been wrapped in thick paper and had the consistency of mortar."How do you eat it?" Andrew asked, both fascinated by what it was and revolted by the idea of trying to ingest it."You chew it." The dwarven scholar moved his jaw in a slow chewing motion and pointed to his mouth with his fore finger."How?" Andrew asked, still not convinced that the strange mixture inside the packaging was edible."Carefully," Littleby replied. He'd almost lost a tooth downstairs whilst eating some grit cake when Agar had made certain revelations. In some families it was a tradition not to talk during meal times for this very reason as some long lasting injuries had resulted from dwarves being surprised by some news whilst eating grit cake."I don't think that I have the dental work for it." Andrew found an empty chair and slouched down in to it."As I was saying, it is safe to say that he helped us." Serena began. "Although he was cryptic the whole time and it took awhile before he told us who he really was.  I am very sure that did not tell us the whole story and I'm very sure that he has an agenda that involves myself and Malkir. Possibly Deus and maybe even Orcus.""This is the annoying old man that you are talking about." Andrew was still waking up and wanted to verify that whom Serena was talking about was the old man from downstairs."Yes, although he looked different before." Serena had for a while fallen for Nyon, small god of Fate and Nyon. He was dashing and mysterious as well as quite handsome. Now that she'd travelled somewhat and become a Chosen of Tomeri she'd changed and Nyon was no longer attractive in any way."Well, it sounds like you are involved," Andrew remarked."Absolutely." Serena replied not looking very happy about the whole situation. "As well as Malkir, the old Malkir...""It sounds like there are a lot of them," Andrew interjected."There are," she said with a wistful smile. "The Malkir that we knew before hand promised to build Nyon a Temple and name Nyon as his god. But this is a new Malkir.""Who does not give a hoot about building Nyon a Temple." Andrew laughed, remembering how annoyed the old man had looked."Absolutely." Serena joined him laughing.</blockquote>

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