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Session #20– “Moor-Tomb Denouement” (part 2 of 3)
Balem, the 12th of Keent - 566 H.E. (637 M.Y.)
Outside in bright Aquerra, Ra’s Glory rose in the distant east shining down on the waters at the edge of the world, even as its light raced to reach the other edge – But the Signers of the Charter of Schiereiland could get no pleasure from its light and warmth, trapped beneath a hill of dark rock in the crypt of Dalvan d’Amberville with only the echo of Tim’s chiseling to pass the time. They had been awake and making half-hearted searches of both rooms for a couple of hours when Tim came back down to announce he had found the way out.
“It is just going to take a couple more hours of picking,” he said. The shaft ended in a narrow passage about fifteen feet long and only seven feet high. This led to another shaft, but it was relatively shorter. Bleys climbed back up with Tim to help out and to send a radiant spark up the second shaft to see how far up it really went. It turned out to be just another thirty feet. There a metal wheel served as the means to open a circular concave metal hatch, which Victoria reminded the others to check for dweomers before it was touched, as she feared that in the young nobles’ eagerness to get out they might accidentally set off another trap. Markos, Dunlevey and Tymon were particularly wounded from the ghastly vile stone knife, and so the healing from the two priests and the day’s rest had not done them much good, so it was wise to not take unneeded risks.
But there was no trap, magical or mundane (as Telémahkos was allowed to check as well) and soon the hatch was opened and the cool late afternoon air of the moors came wafting in. As soon as the hatch was opened, they heard the door down below slide closed, but it no longer mattered. They had collected everything they wanted and preferred that the place be sealed off. The outer side of the hatch was camouflaged as black stone covered in withered ivy atop the great black hill that hid both the tomb of Dalvan Meir and the hideout of the Broken Circle. The hatch was closed and as Bleys, Tim and Telie and Tymon looked around for a path down the craggy hill, Laarus of Ra faced the setting sun and gave a silent prayer of thanks for their escape.
The journey back to the huts and caves of the Broken Circle took much longer than they thought it should have, but the way down the hill was delayed by frequent back-tracking to avoid sheer drops, jagged rocks and choking thistles. The early part of the journey back Timotheus bubbled with excitement, his joy at a well-accomplished mission and packs full of loot evident in his smile and in his voice.
As one point, as he walked near the rear of the line with Victoria, he asked her, “You know… I’ve been wondering… Do you think that old woman, Fallon, that we met was really… you know… Fallon? The goddess?”
Victoria of Anhur laughed. “Why don’t you ask her when we see her next?”
“Maybe I’ll do just that,” Tim replied, his good feelings slowly being worn away by the journey and Victoria’s apparent dismissal of his theory.
Eventually, they were found by Fiss’iss who was patrolling the area and heard them bumbling in the growing gloom at the edge of the thicket that protected the hideout and she led them back.
Ethan the Pearl was happy to see them, but pleasantries were cut short as the Signers were exhausted and soon dropped off one by one in the cavern they were given to share. Bleys the Aubergine was the last to lie down, spending some time filling Ethan in on the details of what had occurred in the tomb.
Teflem, the 13th of Keent - 566 H.E. (637 M.Y.)
The young nobles spent the next day resting as much as possible and discussing their options. Laarus of Ra cast consecrate with the last of the powdered silver he had, and healing was doled out, though Timotheus had to remind the priests that Falco needed to be healed as well. The raven-haired ranger of few words shook Dunlevey’s hand when they returned, but just nodded politely to the others. No one seemed to really care or notice. Fiss’iss was asked if she could supplement the healing with the graces of Nephthys so that both Falco and Crusta could be totally cured of the vile damage caused by the green stone.
“I assume that once we leave here and return to the Ray-Ree camp we will be returning to civilization?” Bleys asked when everyone was gathered. “That is, if there is nothing else we want to do here, like hunt more goblins…”
“Did you just wink?” Timotheus asked the watch-mage, suspecting Bleys of trying to be humorous, but having no evidence.
“Yes, we should go back so that we can help the Broken Circle and find out all we can of the plots of the Nine,” Markos said.
“I am glad you mentioned that,” Bleys replied. “We need to get in the habit of not talking about the Nine, for once we return we will not know who might overhear us…”
“Easy enough for me!” Timotheus scoffed. “I don’t wanna talk about them at all…”
“Speaking of that, it occurred to me last night that Harliss… What was her name?” Markos scratched his chin.
“Harliss Javell?” Bleys said.
“Mmmmm, that Harliss…” Timotheous’ eyes clouded over with daydreamed possibility.
“She’d as soon stick you as let you stick it to her,” Bleys told the tall Briareus warrior.
Timotheus smiled widely. “That is part of her appeal!”
Markos cleared his throat loudly. “As I was saying, it occurred to me that Harliss might have been working for Misery the Pirate-Queen… In other words, for the Ni… For the group we aren’t going to mention by name anymore…”
Telémahkos’ eyes widened. “That could explain what she was doing with the pearl, delivering it to her boss to be used to sow chaos… Just like their connection to the hobgoblins…” 1
“I also wanted to bring up one other thing,” Markos continued, the tone of his voice making it clear that he was preparing for the inevitable quarrel on the issue. “We should bring Crusta to retrieve her tokens…” He was wrong about a quarrel. Instead his suggestion was met with icy silence.
Finally, Timotheus spoke. “I would rather we return to civilization right away rather than tarry down here any longer…”
“We have to wait for Kermit to return anyway,” Markos reminded the others. “By his own guess he will not be back for another week, at the least…”
It was agreed to allow the topic to drop until the Signers got back to the Ray-Ree camp and saw whether Kermit had returned by then or not. It would take several days to get back, especially as slowed down as they would be dragging the improvised sledge that Telémahkos and Victoria had strapped together with help from Falco and Fiss’iss. The large sardoynx statue of the angel was tied to it.
The Signers of the Charter of Schiereiland and their hirelings and followers got started for the Ray-Ree camp late in the day. Ethan, Harber, Fiss’iss and Uri gathered to wished them good-bye and Ethan handed Bleys a scroll, and a sealed later to be brought to Jacoba the Brown in the Border Shires.
Timotheus handed Ethan a sack full of hundreds of iron pieces. “I figured you all could use these more than I could…”
“Farewell, and good luck,” Ethan the Pearl told them. “And remember what we told you about the importance of secrecy…”
They were guided by Fiss’iss for the first few miles as she knew a time-saving route that would lead them away from the danger of Moor-Wall. A little while after she left them and headed back Timotheus swore aloud. “Damn! I forgot to ask if Fallon was the goddess or not…!”
Victoria and Telémahkos chuckled, and Markos shook his head with a condescending smirk.
Osilem, the 17th of Keent - 566 H.E. (637 M.Y.)
Four days later the young nobles walked into the Ray-Ree camp, greeted by Marysus and Trititia, and the placid faces of the old and young of the tribe. As usual the barbarians were solemn in their offer of gifting the party a hut to stay in, and Victoria and Bleys were led to where their horses had been kept in order to check on them.
An hour or so later they were all summoned to meet with First Elder Admentus again, and on the way there, Bleys warned Timotheus, “No more fermented goat’s milk…” 2
“Sure, I didn’t like it that much anyway,” Timotheus replied.
“None,” Bleys said again. “Not a drop…”
“Okay! Fine! What’s the big deal anyway? We’re going to be here a few days…”
Bleys did most of the talking when the young nobles informed Admentus about the events in the tomb, leaving out anything about the Broken Circle. The watch-mage presented the First Elder with the smooth river stones marked with runes and Admentus was awed by them. He explained the tradition of those stones had already died out when he was a child, but that long ago couples betrothed to each other would risk the journey out to the tomb to offer those rune stones to the spirit within, as a way to appease it and keep away bad luck for the coming marriage.
“And now they are returned to your people, as a gift from us…” Bleys said. “So that you may re-inter them as your customs dictate…”
After sharing dinner with the tribe and listening to one of Trititia’s chanted tales of the tribe’s history, which resonated with the beauty of her voice, even if the young nobles could not understand what she sang, they retired to their hut to continue their discussions on the fate of Crusta.
“Markos, do you understand the consequences of bringing Crusta back with us?” Telémahkos asked.
Markos snarled. “As I have explained to my dear cousin, I understand full well the hypocrisies of our society, and frankly I am offended by the condescending attitude everyone in this group seems to take with me on such matters. Don’t you think I have considered that what is best for her and for us may not be the same? I plan to bring her to the temple of Isis… If they will take her in they may be able to influence her towards a better use for her arcane skills…”
“So the idea is to make her into a white witch?” Timotheus asked. Markos nodded.
“Who said that she would be coming with us at all?” Victoria asked. “It could take time to make such an arrangement, and in the meantime we are saddled with having a degenerate half-breed witch among us… I don’t think we’ve agreed that she should be with us any length of time…”
“She won’t be…” Bleys said.
“You know…” Timotheus said. “She’s sitting right here…” He pointed to where Crusta listened on from one corner of the hut, sniffling and snarling behind Markos.
“So…?” Bleys replied. Markos frowned and crouching next to the gray skinned hairy woman gently asked her to excuse them so they could continue talking.
Crusta stood and wiped her face and mouth, looking at each of the Signers of the Charter of Schiereiland as she walked out of the hut. At the entrance she turned around, “Me just want to say, me won’t go anywhere without me tokens…” She stalked off.
“Well that settles it…” Telémahkos said.
“I think we should retrieve her tokens and bring her with us,” Markos replied. “Not only will it be a good social experiment, but she represents the hope that if she can change her ways any of you scum might change…”
“Oh! If you put it that way…” Telémahkos’ voice dripped with sarcasm. “You know Markos, as usual you have the best way of putting things to garner sympathy… You are a master at it…”
“Oh does my not being as good a liar as you are offend you?” Markos’ face twisted in the red hot anger he had not let loose for some weeks. “I’m sorry if I am not a flagrant enough hypocrite for your moral sensibilities!”
“You… I… Erg…” Telémahkos’ hands balled into fists and he leaned forward as if to step into a punch, but instead he turned around sharply and left the hut.
Timotheus followed his cousin, as Victoria of Anhur explained how Crusta’s very blood made her untrustworthy.
“The worst part is that I agree with him and yet I still want to choke the life out him,” Telémahkos said in a low voice, fists still clenched, when Tim caught up to him.
“Agree with him?” Timotheus was confused by this.
“Yes… I mean, she helped us, we should help her… It is that simple,” Telémahkos explained. “We would be hypocrites not to try to help her. It’s just that Markos cannot be trusted to handle her coming with us with the finesse it requires…”
“Those are both very good points,” Timotheus replied. “Let’s go back and put it to a vote…”
And so the nobles voted on whether or not to retrieve Crusta’s tokens, as her accompanying them depended on her having them. It was a tie. Bleys, Laarus and Victoria voted against retrieving them, while Telémahkos, Timotheus and Markos voted for getting them.
“So how do we break a tie around here, anyway,” Timotheus asked.
“Honorable combat,” Victoria of Anhur replied.
“…So… Wanna fight?” Timotheus gave a half smile and jabbed an elbow playfully at the militant.
“I was speaking in jest, though such terms could be reached if we so desired,” the militant said. “It is not as if we have not solved arguments by those means in the past…” 3
Instead, a compromise was reached. The Signers of the Charter of Schireiland would split into their two groups. Telémahkos, Timotheus and Markos would go with Crusta to retrieve the tokens while Laarus, Victoria and Bleys would go and visit Brother Cineas, as Laarus wanted to share what they learned of the Moor-Tomb to the young monk. A further stipulation was added that the priests would examine the tokens for evil influence, and any deemed as evil in source would be destroyed.
Markos accepted the compromise, but Crusta did not return that night while he was still awake for him to explain it to her. When he awoke in the cold morning she was cuddled up with him.
. . .to be continued. . .
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Notes:
(1) Telémahkos is talking about the party’s theory of the Nine’s connection with the Hobgoblins of the Blue Claw based on the information they gathered from Hezrah’s lair regarding ‘the Master’ Stygian Demonborn. (See Session #16) You can read more about the party’s theories and collected information in a series of pages on the Aquerra.wiki called, “SSoaSS Plot Lines.” Warning: This information is up to date for the campaign, so it may contain spoilers for the story hour as the game is currently seven (going on eight) sessions ahead of the re-telling here.
(2) The fermented goat’s milk was considered at least partially responsible for Timotheus’ recent illness (See Sessions #10 and #12)
(3) Victoria and Markos had a fight in Session #4. Telémahkos and Markos had a fight in Session #5. Timotheus has considered fighting and threatened to fight Markos several times.
Balem, the 12th of Keent - 566 H.E. (637 M.Y.)
Outside in bright Aquerra, Ra’s Glory rose in the distant east shining down on the waters at the edge of the world, even as its light raced to reach the other edge – But the Signers of the Charter of Schiereiland could get no pleasure from its light and warmth, trapped beneath a hill of dark rock in the crypt of Dalvan d’Amberville with only the echo of Tim’s chiseling to pass the time. They had been awake and making half-hearted searches of both rooms for a couple of hours when Tim came back down to announce he had found the way out.
“It is just going to take a couple more hours of picking,” he said. The shaft ended in a narrow passage about fifteen feet long and only seven feet high. This led to another shaft, but it was relatively shorter. Bleys climbed back up with Tim to help out and to send a radiant spark up the second shaft to see how far up it really went. It turned out to be just another thirty feet. There a metal wheel served as the means to open a circular concave metal hatch, which Victoria reminded the others to check for dweomers before it was touched, as she feared that in the young nobles’ eagerness to get out they might accidentally set off another trap. Markos, Dunlevey and Tymon were particularly wounded from the ghastly vile stone knife, and so the healing from the two priests and the day’s rest had not done them much good, so it was wise to not take unneeded risks.
But there was no trap, magical or mundane (as Telémahkos was allowed to check as well) and soon the hatch was opened and the cool late afternoon air of the moors came wafting in. As soon as the hatch was opened, they heard the door down below slide closed, but it no longer mattered. They had collected everything they wanted and preferred that the place be sealed off. The outer side of the hatch was camouflaged as black stone covered in withered ivy atop the great black hill that hid both the tomb of Dalvan Meir and the hideout of the Broken Circle. The hatch was closed and as Bleys, Tim and Telie and Tymon looked around for a path down the craggy hill, Laarus of Ra faced the setting sun and gave a silent prayer of thanks for their escape.
The journey back to the huts and caves of the Broken Circle took much longer than they thought it should have, but the way down the hill was delayed by frequent back-tracking to avoid sheer drops, jagged rocks and choking thistles. The early part of the journey back Timotheus bubbled with excitement, his joy at a well-accomplished mission and packs full of loot evident in his smile and in his voice.
As one point, as he walked near the rear of the line with Victoria, he asked her, “You know… I’ve been wondering… Do you think that old woman, Fallon, that we met was really… you know… Fallon? The goddess?”
Victoria of Anhur laughed. “Why don’t you ask her when we see her next?”
“Maybe I’ll do just that,” Tim replied, his good feelings slowly being worn away by the journey and Victoria’s apparent dismissal of his theory.
Eventually, they were found by Fiss’iss who was patrolling the area and heard them bumbling in the growing gloom at the edge of the thicket that protected the hideout and she led them back.
Ethan the Pearl was happy to see them, but pleasantries were cut short as the Signers were exhausted and soon dropped off one by one in the cavern they were given to share. Bleys the Aubergine was the last to lie down, spending some time filling Ethan in on the details of what had occurred in the tomb.
Teflem, the 13th of Keent - 566 H.E. (637 M.Y.)
The young nobles spent the next day resting as much as possible and discussing their options. Laarus of Ra cast consecrate with the last of the powdered silver he had, and healing was doled out, though Timotheus had to remind the priests that Falco needed to be healed as well. The raven-haired ranger of few words shook Dunlevey’s hand when they returned, but just nodded politely to the others. No one seemed to really care or notice. Fiss’iss was asked if she could supplement the healing with the graces of Nephthys so that both Falco and Crusta could be totally cured of the vile damage caused by the green stone.
“I assume that once we leave here and return to the Ray-Ree camp we will be returning to civilization?” Bleys asked when everyone was gathered. “That is, if there is nothing else we want to do here, like hunt more goblins…”
“Did you just wink?” Timotheus asked the watch-mage, suspecting Bleys of trying to be humorous, but having no evidence.
“Yes, we should go back so that we can help the Broken Circle and find out all we can of the plots of the Nine,” Markos said.
“I am glad you mentioned that,” Bleys replied. “We need to get in the habit of not talking about the Nine, for once we return we will not know who might overhear us…”
“Easy enough for me!” Timotheus scoffed. “I don’t wanna talk about them at all…”
“Speaking of that, it occurred to me last night that Harliss… What was her name?” Markos scratched his chin.
“Harliss Javell?” Bleys said.
“Mmmmm, that Harliss…” Timotheous’ eyes clouded over with daydreamed possibility.
“She’d as soon stick you as let you stick it to her,” Bleys told the tall Briareus warrior.
Timotheus smiled widely. “That is part of her appeal!”
Markos cleared his throat loudly. “As I was saying, it occurred to me that Harliss might have been working for Misery the Pirate-Queen… In other words, for the Ni… For the group we aren’t going to mention by name anymore…”
Telémahkos’ eyes widened. “That could explain what she was doing with the pearl, delivering it to her boss to be used to sow chaos… Just like their connection to the hobgoblins…” 1
“I also wanted to bring up one other thing,” Markos continued, the tone of his voice making it clear that he was preparing for the inevitable quarrel on the issue. “We should bring Crusta to retrieve her tokens…” He was wrong about a quarrel. Instead his suggestion was met with icy silence.
Finally, Timotheus spoke. “I would rather we return to civilization right away rather than tarry down here any longer…”
“We have to wait for Kermit to return anyway,” Markos reminded the others. “By his own guess he will not be back for another week, at the least…”
It was agreed to allow the topic to drop until the Signers got back to the Ray-Ree camp and saw whether Kermit had returned by then or not. It would take several days to get back, especially as slowed down as they would be dragging the improvised sledge that Telémahkos and Victoria had strapped together with help from Falco and Fiss’iss. The large sardoynx statue of the angel was tied to it.
The Signers of the Charter of Schiereiland and their hirelings and followers got started for the Ray-Ree camp late in the day. Ethan, Harber, Fiss’iss and Uri gathered to wished them good-bye and Ethan handed Bleys a scroll, and a sealed later to be brought to Jacoba the Brown in the Border Shires.
Timotheus handed Ethan a sack full of hundreds of iron pieces. “I figured you all could use these more than I could…”
“Farewell, and good luck,” Ethan the Pearl told them. “And remember what we told you about the importance of secrecy…”
They were guided by Fiss’iss for the first few miles as she knew a time-saving route that would lead them away from the danger of Moor-Wall. A little while after she left them and headed back Timotheus swore aloud. “Damn! I forgot to ask if Fallon was the goddess or not…!”
Victoria and Telémahkos chuckled, and Markos shook his head with a condescending smirk.
Osilem, the 17th of Keent - 566 H.E. (637 M.Y.)
Four days later the young nobles walked into the Ray-Ree camp, greeted by Marysus and Trititia, and the placid faces of the old and young of the tribe. As usual the barbarians were solemn in their offer of gifting the party a hut to stay in, and Victoria and Bleys were led to where their horses had been kept in order to check on them.
An hour or so later they were all summoned to meet with First Elder Admentus again, and on the way there, Bleys warned Timotheus, “No more fermented goat’s milk…” 2
“Sure, I didn’t like it that much anyway,” Timotheus replied.
“None,” Bleys said again. “Not a drop…”
“Okay! Fine! What’s the big deal anyway? We’re going to be here a few days…”
Bleys did most of the talking when the young nobles informed Admentus about the events in the tomb, leaving out anything about the Broken Circle. The watch-mage presented the First Elder with the smooth river stones marked with runes and Admentus was awed by them. He explained the tradition of those stones had already died out when he was a child, but that long ago couples betrothed to each other would risk the journey out to the tomb to offer those rune stones to the spirit within, as a way to appease it and keep away bad luck for the coming marriage.
“And now they are returned to your people, as a gift from us…” Bleys said. “So that you may re-inter them as your customs dictate…”
After sharing dinner with the tribe and listening to one of Trititia’s chanted tales of the tribe’s history, which resonated with the beauty of her voice, even if the young nobles could not understand what she sang, they retired to their hut to continue their discussions on the fate of Crusta.
“Markos, do you understand the consequences of bringing Crusta back with us?” Telémahkos asked.
Markos snarled. “As I have explained to my dear cousin, I understand full well the hypocrisies of our society, and frankly I am offended by the condescending attitude everyone in this group seems to take with me on such matters. Don’t you think I have considered that what is best for her and for us may not be the same? I plan to bring her to the temple of Isis… If they will take her in they may be able to influence her towards a better use for her arcane skills…”
“So the idea is to make her into a white witch?” Timotheus asked. Markos nodded.
“Who said that she would be coming with us at all?” Victoria asked. “It could take time to make such an arrangement, and in the meantime we are saddled with having a degenerate half-breed witch among us… I don’t think we’ve agreed that she should be with us any length of time…”
“She won’t be…” Bleys said.
“You know…” Timotheus said. “She’s sitting right here…” He pointed to where Crusta listened on from one corner of the hut, sniffling and snarling behind Markos.
“So…?” Bleys replied. Markos frowned and crouching next to the gray skinned hairy woman gently asked her to excuse them so they could continue talking.
Crusta stood and wiped her face and mouth, looking at each of the Signers of the Charter of Schiereiland as she walked out of the hut. At the entrance she turned around, “Me just want to say, me won’t go anywhere without me tokens…” She stalked off.
“Well that settles it…” Telémahkos said.
“I think we should retrieve her tokens and bring her with us,” Markos replied. “Not only will it be a good social experiment, but she represents the hope that if she can change her ways any of you scum might change…”
“Oh! If you put it that way…” Telémahkos’ voice dripped with sarcasm. “You know Markos, as usual you have the best way of putting things to garner sympathy… You are a master at it…”
“Oh does my not being as good a liar as you are offend you?” Markos’ face twisted in the red hot anger he had not let loose for some weeks. “I’m sorry if I am not a flagrant enough hypocrite for your moral sensibilities!”
“You… I… Erg…” Telémahkos’ hands balled into fists and he leaned forward as if to step into a punch, but instead he turned around sharply and left the hut.
Timotheus followed his cousin, as Victoria of Anhur explained how Crusta’s very blood made her untrustworthy.
“The worst part is that I agree with him and yet I still want to choke the life out him,” Telémahkos said in a low voice, fists still clenched, when Tim caught up to him.
“Agree with him?” Timotheus was confused by this.
“Yes… I mean, she helped us, we should help her… It is that simple,” Telémahkos explained. “We would be hypocrites not to try to help her. It’s just that Markos cannot be trusted to handle her coming with us with the finesse it requires…”
“Those are both very good points,” Timotheus replied. “Let’s go back and put it to a vote…”
And so the nobles voted on whether or not to retrieve Crusta’s tokens, as her accompanying them depended on her having them. It was a tie. Bleys, Laarus and Victoria voted against retrieving them, while Telémahkos, Timotheus and Markos voted for getting them.
“So how do we break a tie around here, anyway,” Timotheus asked.
“Honorable combat,” Victoria of Anhur replied.
“…So… Wanna fight?” Timotheus gave a half smile and jabbed an elbow playfully at the militant.
“I was speaking in jest, though such terms could be reached if we so desired,” the militant said. “It is not as if we have not solved arguments by those means in the past…” 3
Instead, a compromise was reached. The Signers of the Charter of Schireiland would split into their two groups. Telémahkos, Timotheus and Markos would go with Crusta to retrieve the tokens while Laarus, Victoria and Bleys would go and visit Brother Cineas, as Laarus wanted to share what they learned of the Moor-Tomb to the young monk. A further stipulation was added that the priests would examine the tokens for evil influence, and any deemed as evil in source would be destroyed.
Markos accepted the compromise, but Crusta did not return that night while he was still awake for him to explain it to her. When he awoke in the cold morning she was cuddled up with him.
. . .to be continued. . .
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Notes:
(1) Telémahkos is talking about the party’s theory of the Nine’s connection with the Hobgoblins of the Blue Claw based on the information they gathered from Hezrah’s lair regarding ‘the Master’ Stygian Demonborn. (See Session #16) You can read more about the party’s theories and collected information in a series of pages on the Aquerra.wiki called, “SSoaSS Plot Lines.” Warning: This information is up to date for the campaign, so it may contain spoilers for the story hour as the game is currently seven (going on eight) sessions ahead of the re-telling here.
(2) The fermented goat’s milk was considered at least partially responsible for Timotheus’ recent illness (See Sessions #10 and #12)
(3) Victoria and Markos had a fight in Session #4. Telémahkos and Markos had a fight in Session #5. Timotheus has considered fighting and threatened to fight Markos several times.
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