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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4949458" data-attributes="member: 60965">Session 24, Part 5  Even inside the Span Wall, the battle continued. Trained falcons, hawks, and eagles clashed with flying dead of all types.  Smaller dead that had somehow made it over the wall fought with dogs and cats.  As they passed through a small town just inside the Span Wall, they even saw children with short spears patrolling streets and alleyways. Bail shook his head.  “There's no way we're going to find mounts here.” They stood in the midst constant bustle and commotion, children soldier squads hunting small dead like rats and mice, soldiers heading to the Span, others coming in bearing the wounded and maimed, riders carrying dispatches, small aerial combats, and in the distance the constant low moan of the countless dead that pressed against the outside of the Span Wall. “I thought about that before we left,” Suniel said.  They all looked over at him as he pulled a pair of reins out of his robe. “Going to harness up Bail again so he can pull us out?” Kormak said. Suniel raised the reins up and Bail quirked an eyebrow as one end of the rains stayed suspended in the air.  “That's a neat trick but-” Suniel jerked the other end of the reins and suddenly four spectral horses galloped into the street from nowhere, the Black Carriage gliding into existence behind them. Bail and the others stood and stared while a small self-satisfied smile appeared on Suniel's face.  The horses and the Carriage stood in the street, the horses' hooves and the Carriage's wheels floating a couple inches off the cobblestone. “Thought it might be useful if we could bring it with us, so I did some research while we were back in Port,” Suniel said with a shrug as he patted the side of the Carriage. “I was wondering why didn't bring it with you on the Turtle,” Kormak said. “Is it fast?” Harold said.  “We have a ways to go to get to the Capitol.” “For once I agree with the human,” Bail said.  “We might be better off trying to find horses...” “It's fast,” Suniel said softly.  “Climb on.” They complied, though Bail did grudgingly, eying the Carriage as he climbed atop.  “I don't know about this thing, it doesn't look that faaaaa!” Suniel snapped the reins and they shot out of the town faster than Bail had ever moved short of dragon flight. *** They were at the Capitol less than an hour later.  The city itself was built of sturdy white stone buildings with blue tile roofs, spreading out in a wide circle around the primary tower of the Crystal Towers.  Suniel guessed the tower was about a quarter to a third of a mile long on each side of the base and Harold had told him long ago that it was nearly a mile tall.  Leaning back as far as he could on the bench of the Carriage, he could barely see the gleam of the massive crystal at the top. “How big is that crystal?” Kormak said, squinting up as well. “Several hundred feet tall, maybe a hundred wide,” Harold said, not even looking up. Kormak whistled. “So, where are we going now?” Suniel said. Harold pointed at the Tower.  “The Magisters reside there.  That's where Ambassador Roderic needs to go.” “All right, hold on tight,” Suniel said, snapping the reins. *** Fifteen minutes later they were inside the Tower, being led by a pair of elite Crystal Guards in gleaming silver and crystal armor through the silversteel hallways.  They stopped at a large, ornate door and pushed it open. They walked into a small but lushly appointed room, covered with rich red rugs and wall hangings.  A ring of chairs sat in the center of the room with others scattered here and there around the walls.  A cheery fire burned behind a veil of faintly fluttering silks, its warm, shifting light complementing the silversteel's faint gleam. “This is the Senate Hall of the Magisters,” Harold said, glancing around.  “But where are the Magisters?” “There is one here,” a deep voice said.  An old man in blue robes pushed aside a tapestry, revealing a small door behind it.  “I was expecting you.” “Magister Archaras!” Harold started to salute but his hand stopped half-way up.  “You were expecting me?” The Magister nodded.  “A flying island arrived here yesterday-” “Iron Sky!” everyone shouted at once, reaching for weapons. Archaras raised his hands.  “Yes, we know of them now.  The one who told us you were coming would like to meet you.” Harold nodded and started to follow the Magister. “No,” Suniel said.  “We have something else to do first.” Harold turned to see all eyes on Keeper.  The construct turned to Harold.“The True Stone of Lightning is here, beneath us, somewhere in the Machinery of the Crystal Towers Defenses below.”</blockquote>

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