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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kid Charlemagne" data-source="post: 223126" data-attributes="member: 93"> Kingdom of Caer Sidi, June 26th, AE 420The gnome orders his gnoll slave to stop fighting.  He does so, grudgingly.  Reana checks on the horses to make sure they are unhurt.  “What’s your connection with Quinn?” Brennen asks the gnome.  “He came to see you last night, and we want to know why.”Wilfred looks at the party, and thinks for a while, and then shrugs.“He came to pick up some things from me,” he replies.  “I was paid to hold onto a few things, and make sure they got into his hands.”“Paid by who?  What things?”“Paid by a Thendar named Falco.  There was a dagger, a diamond, and a glove.”“Who’s this Falco fellow?” asks Brennen, recalling one of Johann’s notes in his spellbook: No one in area has suitable diamonds, Falco will have to find them elsewhere.  Apparently, Falco did.“Thendar, maybe six foot, always wearing a heavy cloak when I saw him.  Can’t give you much more there. Had a goatee, hair going a little grey.”“What do the items you gave Quinn do?” Gavin asks.“I don’t know.  Falco handed them off to me, and I handed them off to Quinn.  I do know this: Falco said to make sure to tell Quinn that the dagger should only ever be handled while wearing the glove. And it was a very sweet diamond.  Biggest stone I’d ever seen in my life.”“Why did Falco trust you?”  Reana asks skeptically.“I have a reputation for doing good work,” the gnome says proudly.  They have a few more minor questions for the gnome, which he answers, and they let him go.  Jalea tries unsuccessfully to buy the acid-throwing crossbow, but the little inventor wants far too much money for even the heavy-pocketed elf to pay.They ride back to Duke Alfric’s castle, where they meet up with Corwin, Aris, and Jovah.  They have just come back from the Library of Thend, and can offer little more information than what they had before.  There seems to be no reason for them to stay any longer in Caer Sidi, so Jovah prepares to plane shift them out the next morning.  They ride out a mile or so from the castle, and depart in a flash of light, appearing back in their own world on a well-worn road, apparently high in the mountains.“Where are we?” Reana asks.  “This doesn’t look like Fencig!”“Relax,” the luck-priest says.  “Plane shift isn’t a very targetted spell, you can be off by hundreds of miles.  I’ve got a fold to use just as soon as I figure out…  oh, crap.  I know exactly where we are.”“Hey, Jovah!  I hear horses coming this way!” Soldago yells from a little down the road.  “And wagons!”“Everybody form up!  No time to enjoy the scenery!” Jovah barks, urging everyone to gather around so he can cast dimensional folding.  A group of horsemen round the bend to the east, bearing banners and devices that are familiar to the party.“Those cavalrymen are Caradinian,” Brennen remarks, slowly realizing where he is.“We’re in Carandor?” Reana asks incredulously.“Aren’t we wanted there?” Gavin adds.“Yup.” Jovah replies.  “Murder.  Virenzo Staris, remember?  Like I said, time to go!”“Mu..mu..mu…murder?” Corwin stammers.He casts dimensional folding and in moments the party is in the courtyard of Jovah’s house, across the street from the Fox Club.“That’s much better,” Jovah sighs.As soon as he can set up, Corwin scries on Kentfield.  He finds him quickly, striding across a grassy portion of ruined fortress.  The fortress appears to be just off the shore of a small island, probably in the Retic Sea, south of Ulfang.  He is speaking to a man carrying a staff topped by a carved cat’s head, as well as to Quinn and the captain of his ship, the Seahawk.“We need maximum security here, Kwarion,” Kentfield says to the man with the staff.  “I want you to take care of that.  I will do some castings in order to boost our capabilities.  We will be assaulted sometime in the next two days, I guarantee it.  I may or may not know when the attack will come.  We need to be prepared to fight them off, at least until the solstice.”After the spell is over, Corwin describes what he saw.  “I don’t think that guy with the staff was a mage.  Too graceful and strong looking.”“Another assassin?” Aris asks rhetorically.“We’re going to need to fold there,” Jovah says.  “But that will mean a big chance of aging…”“Great.  Going to save the world, excuse me can I hit you with my walker?” Gavin sneers.“Wait a minute.  I have an idea.” Jovah says.  “I’ll make a dimensional folding portal somewhere up on the island.  We’ll have about twelve seconds to look through it and see what we can see.  Then I’ll let it close, and tomorrow we can fold there with a better chance of success.”Jovah casts the spell, and the portal opens up.  They are high up on the island overlooking the fortress, and can see the area well.  The fortress is about two hundred feet square, and about one hundred and fifty feet offshore.  About four hundred feet off to the east of the fortress is a large outcropping of rocks.Throughout the area lie four large ships at anchor, in addition to Kentfield’s ship, which is docked at the fortress.  Twenty or so tents line the beach near the plankway that leads from the shore to the fortress.“Wow, there must be a hundred or two people there on those boats and on the beach,” Corwin says.  “Lots of spectators for whatever Kentfield is doing.”“Okay, let’s get ready to go tomorrow,” Jovah says.  “We’ve seen all we can see tonight.”The portal closes.But not before Jalea jumps through.</blockquote>

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