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Message: <blockquote data-quote="simmo" data-source="post: 1488308" data-attributes="member: 9744">Part 24 She's got to have itSerena stepped back from her Garden in to the wilderness that surrounded the gate-town of Faunel. She made sure that she was wearing her blue dress before she went over to where her companions were camped. The tangled roots of the trees and bushes, the thick carpet of leaves and towering trees were a stark contrast to the ordered Garden that she carried with her, with its clearly distinct regions. The area around Faunel was an untamed place and the huge swathe of destruction created the great modron march passing through, together with all the people following behind it, stood out like a giant eye-sore. The heart seer could see the flattened ground on the other hill where the creature of law had trampled flora and fauna alike to reach the gate in to the Beastlands.When she got back to the others the seer explained her unusual experiences with the dress to see if they could shed any light on the strange goings on.“So when you realised that you weren't wearing any... uh... coverings they appeared.” Andrew was puzzled by what Serena had told him and could not think of any immediate explanations.“My underwear,” Serena clarified.“Your underwear appeared when you realised that you weren't wearing any. So would it be possible to physically bring the dress over by thinking about it.” Andrew had heard some Serena talk about her Garden and how it was created by her, but it was sometimes quite confusing.“I can try it,” the seer replied.Serena entered the Garden again and checked all of her possessions. He crystal capacitor was there, her clothes were all intact, the fire dorje was tucked in to her belt and her third eye was safely inside a pouch for the moment. Sudden realisation dawned on her when she could not feel the psionic torc on her upper arm that she'd purchased in the Friendly Fiend shop in Sigil.“Sweet Tomeri,” she exclaimed as she left the Garden. “A'kin.”Littleby rummaged around in his packs and removed several scroll cases. He also pulled some out of the scroll bandolier that he had strapped to his chest. “Take a hold of this scroll, it is just a simple arcane scroll,” he said as he handed her a piece of parchment with silver ink.“Did you get this from A'kin?” Serena asked whilst she carefully held the scroll away from her body.“No this is one I created myself,” Littleby replied with a reassuring smile.Whilst Serena disappeared and then reappeared again after a few moments, the others waited patiently. “Did you check it? Is it the one with arcane writing and magic glowing symbols?” Littleby asked eagerly.“Yes, I checked it.” Serena was glad to hand back the scroll to Littleby and he carefully put it back inside a fine scroll case that was made off a hollowed out bone.“Here's one that I bought from A'kin. Try that one.” This time he passed her another scroll. This one was similar to the one before, except for the fact that the parchment felt different to the touch.“It seemed to work,” the seer told Littleby after she returned from the Garden yet again.“Ah, well that does not appear to have worked.” The dwarven scholar shook his head in resignation and began to clear up his many scrolls.“WHY DON'T YOU GO IN TO THE GARDEN WITH THE DRESS ON AND SEE IF YOU CAN SUMMON THE DRESS WITH THE POWER OF YOUR OWN MIND AS ANDREW SUGGESTED?” Caleb had watched with interest as the heart seer of Tomeri had disappeared and reappeared several times, but he was beginning to get bored with the whole affair and wanted to get it solved so that they could move on. No one had yet gone in to the gate-town of Faunel, not that there was much of a town anyway, but they needed to find out directions on how to get back to Sigil.Cade meanwhile was busy convincing the workers that they'd brought along from the Rendering works that they should redeem themselves of some of the bad things that they had done for the Anacharim by helping to rebuild the city of Haven in Elysium. It took him awhile e jinks that they'd each been given by Andrew was sufficient payment and enough to get them to Haven, but eventually the men headed off towards the town of Ecstasy.Watching his mistress enter and leave the Garden many times in under an hour, Zakar was not that bothered when she showed up again. This time she was in her underwear and not the blue dress that she'd worn before. He saw that his mistress was concentrating hard and did not wish to disturb her. Suddenly it appeared as if Serena was wearing a dress that looked remarkably similar to the one that the sorceress belonging to the Anakharim had worn but there were subtle differences.The dress faded once again and the hound archon felt the mental summons of his mistress probing through the Garden like a fisherman casting his line as it touched upon her father and was then drawn back in. Zakar had felt that touch many times himself and was ever ready to answer its call with his life. This time however his mistress did not summon him and she left to talk to her human friends.“ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE GARDEN ARE YOUR FRIENDS. YOUR FATHER PROBABLY SAW YOU IN THE BATH WHEN YOU WERE THREE.” Caleb was trying to explain to Serena that it was not such a bad thing if she turned up in the Garden in only her underwear. The seer shook her head in disagreement and thought that it might be too difficult to explain it to the slow thinking earth genasi. He was without a doubt very intelligent, it would simply take too long for the idea to sink in.“There are random dead people wandering in,” Andrew pointed out with a slight smirk.“I'm physiologically rather different to when I was three,” Serena explained to Caleb, strongly hinting at the fact that she looked very different now.“REALLY?” the earth genasi replied in surprise. He had difficulty picturing Serena at the age of three. Were humans not carved out of rock full-sized when they were born?“So was your Father at this point,” Andrew said somewhat cryptically.“Yes, that's what men think,” the seer answered in an irritated tone. She sighed and washed her hands of the whole affair of trying to educate Andrew and Caleb about women. Although she suspected that the former knew a great deal more than the latter. Especially as Andrew had been very friendly with some priestesses of Tomeri during his visit to 34b Stonecutters Row.“No I was referring to the not being alive bit,” Andrew explained. Serena gave him a dark stare and stormed off to sit against a large tree trunk on the other side of the small clearing.Andrew shrugged and went back to watching some of the smaller caravans following the path of the modrons. He was amazed at how many people were trailing behind the marchers even though all the modrons had already passed through some time ago. Perhaps they were after opportunities to win wealth and fame he mused, or perhaps they were simply going along for the ride. He chuckled at the though of all of them trying to cross Limbo and shuddered at the thought of any of them trying to follow the modrons in the Lower planes and come out alive at the other end.“I DON'T REALLY UNDERSTAND ABOUT WOMEN,” Caleb said to no one in particular.“Master, would you like us to tell you about women?” the ooze mephit asked as if flew nearby. It's slimy wings made a strange sound as the creature flew around. As if someone was blowing bubbles underwater  continuously. The odour trail that the creature left behind it was not very pleasant.“NO I DON'T. I SUSPECT THAT YOU WILL NOT KNOW ANYTHING WORTH KNOWING.” Caleb laughed at the thought of being educated by three pesky elemental constructs and dismissed the idea that mephits had anything useful to say.“Don't forget that everything they tell you,” Andrew reminded his travelling companion. “Bugger is listening,”Upon hearing its name mentioned the modron increased the amount of information that it took in from its surroundings. The large round eyes opened and they began to scan from side to side, looking at everything in great detail. “I wish to know more about women.” “WELL THAT IS A QUEST LASTING A WHOLE MILLENIA.” Caleb had spent some time trying to teach the creature even a few basic idea but it was very frustrating as he had to start from scratch whenever he began explaining something new. Teaching children was easier as they at least shared some frames of reference that they had in common.“I have more than a millennia.” Bugger replied. ”Why does this female keep changing her clothing? Back and froth. Back and forth.”“I DO NOT KNOW, BUGGER.” Caleb shrugged and patted the metallic creature on its flat head.“This female seems to be made of chaos material.” The modron pointed out with a slight hint of panic in its voice.</blockquote>

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