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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 5054478" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 28, Part 4</p><p></p><p> With Bail curled up in a ball in front of the fire, snoring, Harold's soldiers reclining on benches, drinking and joking around, and Suniel holding a laid-back, bantering arcane debate with a group of his wizards, it was easy for Kormak to forget what was going on in the real world. Though he sat on his own staring into the fire, even Harold seemed relatively relaxed.</p><p></p><p>How easy it would be to just stay here in the warmth and companionship of pocket-dimension of the Coach House, let the world beyond do what it would.</p><p></p><p> The iron contract he had signed with his Order a decade ago in that tiny hill-top stone monastery looking up at the towering Landspear, the core of steel hidden at the heart of Kormak, meant any such thoughts were mere idle fantasy. He could dream though.</p><p></p><p> Some day this would all be over and the world wouldn't need the hidden, guiding hands of the Order's Elders propping up civilization. Kormak had to believe that. Though he'd never let it on to his companions, he was getting too old for running around dodging spells, ducking swords and claws, and breaking bones – his and others'.</p><p></p><p> He settled deeper into the comfort of his thickly-padded chair tucked away near one of the massive shelves, surrounded by the pleasant smells of parchment and leather. He was at the very edge of drifting off to a nap, when Harold suddenly stood up, the scraping of benches as his soldiers did likewise grating out all other noise in the room.</p><p></p><p> “We should be near the Span now, back to work men,” Harold said, walking off towards the main doors without another word.</p><p></p><p> To their credit, his men didn't grumble and complain. Just finished their drinks, wrapped themselves up tightly in their cloaks, and cast parting glances at the fire before following their commander out. Kormak just barely caught Velea the Seer flitting from one shadow to the next behind Harold. She could literally disappear into the shadows and so Kormak often forgot she was around. Why she had chosen Harold to follow was beyond Kormak, but he supposed he choosing him or Bail would have been even more bizarre.</p><p></p><p> Kormak roused himself and yawned as he took a seat on one of the just-vacated benches by the fire. Bail had one eye open, cat-like, watching Harold and his men leave.</p><p></p><p> “What was that about 'nearing the Span'?” Kormak said.</p><p></p><p> “His people said something about getting building materials from one of the abandoned cities or towns on the Spire,” Bail said. “Make a fort or something on the Skyland. Meh.”</p><p></p><p> Bail's eye closed and the half-dragon went back to sleep. A minute later, Suniel sat down next to Kormak on the bench.</p><p></p><p>“Makes it all seem kinda unreal out there doesn't it?” Suniel said, gesturing at the last of Harold's unit leaving the Coach House.</p><p> </p><p>“How do you ever leave this place?” Kormak said. “Did you really make this?”</p><p> </p><p>Suniel smiled. “Elves don't sleep. Need something to do alone in the Carriage while everyone else slumbers.”</p><p> </p><p>“Most people do something very different from carving out pocket-worlds when they are alone during the night,” Kormak said, quirking an eyebrow at Suniel.</p><p> </p><p>Suniel either missed or ignored the innuendo, staring deeply into the fire. “I had a family once, so long ago it seems like another lifetime. My wife was human, and so there was ever-present worry about the future as her age seemed to rapidly advance and mine barely crept forward. And Thessalock... she and our children were what made me realize what I was really doing at the Ashen Tower.”</p><p></p><p> Kormak sat with Suniel in silence for a moment, for once no snarky comment springing to his tongue.</p><p></p><p> “Thessalock was a visionary, probing the bounds of our reality. It was he who directed the course of my research, his shining vision that both of us strove for,” Suniel shook his head. “It wasn't until I saw my wife's terror, saw my children cry at his mere presence – well, and the things that began to lurk in the shadows around him, all furtive movements and glinting red eyes...”</p><p></p><p> “Well, look on the bright side,” Kormak said. “You have something much bigger and more terrifying to worry about so you don't even have to think about him once we finally get away from the Crystal Towers and can start running from Iron Sky.”</p><p></p><p> Suniel rolled his eyes. “What a relief.”</p><p></p><p> “Any time.”</p><p></p><p> “Is there somewhere else you could go to talk?” Bail said, one eye opening. “If you didn't notice, there's a half-dragon trying to sleep here.”</p><p></p><p> “I suppose one of us should probably go keep an eye on where Harold is taking us in the real world,” Kormak said with a sigh.</p><p></p><p> “Keeper is,” Suniel said.</p><p></p><p> “Well, might not be a bad idea to keep an eye on him... it... as well,” Kormak said. “Regardless of what how it's been so far and how much you seem to trust it, it <em>is</em> still part of Iron Sky.”</p><p></p><p> “I've heard a saying you people have, something about letting sleeping dragons lie,” Bail said. “There's a reason for this saying.”</p><p></p><p> “All right, all right, I'm going already,” Kormak said, shaking his head as he walked away. “Touchy, touchy.”</p><p></p><p> When he reached the doors, he glanced back a final time to see Bail back asleep, Suniel sitting quietly nearby, staring into the fire over steepled fingertips.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 5054478, member: 60965"] Session 28, Part 4 With Bail curled up in a ball in front of the fire, snoring, Harold's soldiers reclining on benches, drinking and joking around, and Suniel holding a laid-back, bantering arcane debate with a group of his wizards, it was easy for Kormak to forget what was going on in the real world. Though he sat on his own staring into the fire, even Harold seemed relatively relaxed. How easy it would be to just stay here in the warmth and companionship of pocket-dimension of the Coach House, let the world beyond do what it would. The iron contract he had signed with his Order a decade ago in that tiny hill-top stone monastery looking up at the towering Landspear, the core of steel hidden at the heart of Kormak, meant any such thoughts were mere idle fantasy. He could dream though. Some day this would all be over and the world wouldn't need the hidden, guiding hands of the Order's Elders propping up civilization. Kormak had to believe that. Though he'd never let it on to his companions, he was getting too old for running around dodging spells, ducking swords and claws, and breaking bones – his and others'. He settled deeper into the comfort of his thickly-padded chair tucked away near one of the massive shelves, surrounded by the pleasant smells of parchment and leather. He was at the very edge of drifting off to a nap, when Harold suddenly stood up, the scraping of benches as his soldiers did likewise grating out all other noise in the room. “We should be near the Span now, back to work men,” Harold said, walking off towards the main doors without another word. To their credit, his men didn't grumble and complain. Just finished their drinks, wrapped themselves up tightly in their cloaks, and cast parting glances at the fire before following their commander out. Kormak just barely caught Velea the Seer flitting from one shadow to the next behind Harold. She could literally disappear into the shadows and so Kormak often forgot she was around. Why she had chosen Harold to follow was beyond Kormak, but he supposed he choosing him or Bail would have been even more bizarre. Kormak roused himself and yawned as he took a seat on one of the just-vacated benches by the fire. Bail had one eye open, cat-like, watching Harold and his men leave. “What was that about 'nearing the Span'?” Kormak said. “His people said something about getting building materials from one of the abandoned cities or towns on the Spire,” Bail said. “Make a fort or something on the Skyland. Meh.” Bail's eye closed and the half-dragon went back to sleep. A minute later, Suniel sat down next to Kormak on the bench. “Makes it all seem kinda unreal out there doesn't it?” Suniel said, gesturing at the last of Harold's unit leaving the Coach House. “How do you ever leave this place?” Kormak said. “Did you really make this?” Suniel smiled. “Elves don't sleep. Need something to do alone in the Carriage while everyone else slumbers.” “Most people do something very different from carving out pocket-worlds when they are alone during the night,” Kormak said, quirking an eyebrow at Suniel. Suniel either missed or ignored the innuendo, staring deeply into the fire. “I had a family once, so long ago it seems like another lifetime. My wife was human, and so there was ever-present worry about the future as her age seemed to rapidly advance and mine barely crept forward. And Thessalock... she and our children were what made me realize what I was really doing at the Ashen Tower.” Kormak sat with Suniel in silence for a moment, for once no snarky comment springing to his tongue. “Thessalock was a visionary, probing the bounds of our reality. It was he who directed the course of my research, his shining vision that both of us strove for,” Suniel shook his head. “It wasn't until I saw my wife's terror, saw my children cry at his mere presence – well, and the things that began to lurk in the shadows around him, all furtive movements and glinting red eyes...” “Well, look on the bright side,” Kormak said. “You have something much bigger and more terrifying to worry about so you don't even have to think about him once we finally get away from the Crystal Towers and can start running from Iron Sky.” Suniel rolled his eyes. “What a relief.” “Any time.” “Is there somewhere else you could go to talk?” Bail said, one eye opening. “If you didn't notice, there's a half-dragon trying to sleep here.” “I suppose one of us should probably go keep an eye on where Harold is taking us in the real world,” Kormak said with a sigh. “Keeper is,” Suniel said. “Well, might not be a bad idea to keep an eye on him... it... as well,” Kormak said. “Regardless of what how it's been so far and how much you seem to trust it, it [I]is[/I] still part of Iron Sky.” “I've heard a saying you people have, something about letting sleeping dragons lie,” Bail said. “There's a reason for this saying.” “All right, all right, I'm going already,” Kormak said, shaking his head as he walked away. “Touchy, touchy.” When he reached the doors, he glanced back a final time to see Bail back asleep, Suniel sitting quietly nearby, staring into the fire over steepled fingertips. 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