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<blockquote data-quote="gideonpepys" data-source="post: 7870023" data-attributes="member: 79141"><p><strong>Session 248, Part Two</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Killing Time on Teykfa</strong></p><p></p><p>Korrigan was given to understand that they could spend as much time as they chose to here without any real time passing in the Gyre. Nonetheless, he decided that there was nothing to be gained by spending any more than a couple of days here. Already the morale of some crew members was waning. The thought that they would all be throwing themselves into the Gyre in a short while, on the promise that some other version of them was still alive elsewhere didn’t exactly fill them with optimism. Uriel told them that he had seen Admiral Smith with his own eyes, alive and well. They were happy to hear this, but still…</p><p></p><p>Sly Marbo, not wishing to spook the crew sidled up to Uriel and asked if he had seen a version of him. Uriel confessed that he hadn’t, and saw no reason why Sly should sacrifice himself – it was not necessary for his knowledge of what had happened in the Gyre to be returned to Lanjyr. Perhaps he could return to Av, and await the plane’s re-bonding? Sly said he would try to do so; it gave him added impetus to keep the Coaltongue safe.</p><p></p><p>Uru gathered his engineers together in the shadow of the great clock. With the desert sand whirling about them, he inculcated them further into his tech-obsessed mini-cult, dispensing fey pepper to all. “With dirt in our mouths and oil on our hands, we go to face our end.” They were all prepared to die in battle with the Voice of Rot. </p><p></p><p>Gupta felt happier now. “Is the dawn any less beautiful because the sun has risen?” she wondered aloud. She had been riven by vengefulness after since she realised that her family was lost. Their souls had been trapped in the body of Borne, and Borne had been broken apart on Axis Island. And so she had joined the Vekeshi and sought a darker path than the one she first chose to bring their killers to justice. Now, though she felt no less driven and purposeful, that drive seemed positive – focused on creation rather than destruction. Although she was supposed to be a god now, she didn’t feel like one. But she did have a profound sense that her newfound divinity connected everything somehow.</p><p></p><p>Uriel needed answers about his role. He knew he had to get the golden icons to the others somehow, and he also knew that he did not return to Lanjyr in physical form. So he took the icons and strode out into the desert, saying he would be back in a few days. He was gone for thirty.</p><p></p><p>Uru spent the extra time in communion with the Lost Eye, which granted him ever greater power over spirits – a power he hoped would soon be part of his portfolio as Titan of the Mountains. It would also be fun to wave it in the serpent’s face. He also studied the great clock, and figured out how to work it. Just before they departed, he would wind it back, so that if they bonded with Teykfa, the plane would not be about to tick its last.</p><p></p><p>Leon felt that it was decision time – that they ought to decide what planes they would bond with here and now, while they had the chance to talk at length. How knew what exigencies would press on them back home? Uriel said they had just a day to stop Nicodemus. There would be no time to discuss the new world order in any detail, and how would they even know what planes were available? Then he realised one way they could solve that problem: Linia. She could return to Lanjyr, and although she could not take the icons, she could take words and ideas. He spoke to the angel and she agreed to try. It was decided that they would hold a council meeting when Uriel returned. In the meantime, Leon bonded further with his new staff.</p><p></p><p>Quratulain made grenades. Her supply was running low. She engraved into each one the story of why they were killing who they killed, and why they deserved to die, like a babushka whispering to her eggs what their future would be. How she knew, she couldn’t say. Thanks to Uriel’s long absence, she had time to make very many, as well as make modifications to all of her weapons and armour. Alterations to the latter were in any case necessary: during their long hiatus on Teykfa, Quratulain began to show. She was now in her third month of pregnancy with what must have been a very large baby. It did not concern her that she would have to throw her child into the Gyre as well. She felt that everything was for the best.</p><p></p><p>Rumdoom kept himself apart from the others, surrounded by his retinue. There were large, worn stones all around the central mountain, that had stood the test of aeons, and once may have been mountains themselves. Rumdoom began to practice striking them with the Stone of Not, obliterating them in an instant. Each time, he would target a larger stone. By the time Uriel returned, he was able to vanish truly gargantuan boulders, and he noticed that the Stone of Not felt heavier. The Herald of the End was sure that an apotheosis was imminent.</p><p></p><p>After a month, Uriel came back. He was different – less earthbound, perhaps. Though his manner was always kindly, he was distant, as if focused elsewhere. He told them he knew what to do now, and that he would not be returning home. Instead, he hoped to transcend the physical, as the inhabitants of Teykfa had once done. In this form, perhaps, he might somehow return to Lanjyr, but he could not be certain. What did know was that he could send the golden icons to Kai. But it would be better only to send a small number. Leon nodded in agreement – the others were prepared to decide which planes to bond with.</p><p></p><p>Over many days, they held a council-meeting in the Dream palace; not as a unit, or as a king and his retinue, but as equals, inviting all of those they travelled with to contribute. They contemplated the many options they now had, and decided what planes they would choose. </p><p></p><p>Once they were done, they bid farewell to Linia, who departed for Lanjyr with word of their decision. “Head for Flint,” they said, guessing where their other selves would go.</p><p></p><p>Then they boarded the <em>Coaltongue</em> and set off for Reida, to face the Voice of Rot.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="gideonpepys, post: 7870023, member: 79141"] [B]Session 248, Part Two Killing Time on Teykfa[/B] Korrigan was given to understand that they could spend as much time as they chose to here without any real time passing in the Gyre. Nonetheless, he decided that there was nothing to be gained by spending any more than a couple of days here. Already the morale of some crew members was waning. The thought that they would all be throwing themselves into the Gyre in a short while, on the promise that some other version of them was still alive elsewhere didn’t exactly fill them with optimism. Uriel told them that he had seen Admiral Smith with his own eyes, alive and well. They were happy to hear this, but still… Sly Marbo, not wishing to spook the crew sidled up to Uriel and asked if he had seen a version of him. Uriel confessed that he hadn’t, and saw no reason why Sly should sacrifice himself – it was not necessary for his knowledge of what had happened in the Gyre to be returned to Lanjyr. Perhaps he could return to Av, and await the plane’s re-bonding? Sly said he would try to do so; it gave him added impetus to keep the Coaltongue safe. Uru gathered his engineers together in the shadow of the great clock. With the desert sand whirling about them, he inculcated them further into his tech-obsessed mini-cult, dispensing fey pepper to all. “With dirt in our mouths and oil on our hands, we go to face our end.” They were all prepared to die in battle with the Voice of Rot. Gupta felt happier now. “Is the dawn any less beautiful because the sun has risen?” she wondered aloud. She had been riven by vengefulness after since she realised that her family was lost. Their souls had been trapped in the body of Borne, and Borne had been broken apart on Axis Island. And so she had joined the Vekeshi and sought a darker path than the one she first chose to bring their killers to justice. Now, though she felt no less driven and purposeful, that drive seemed positive – focused on creation rather than destruction. Although she was supposed to be a god now, she didn’t feel like one. But she did have a profound sense that her newfound divinity connected everything somehow. Uriel needed answers about his role. He knew he had to get the golden icons to the others somehow, and he also knew that he did not return to Lanjyr in physical form. So he took the icons and strode out into the desert, saying he would be back in a few days. He was gone for thirty. Uru spent the extra time in communion with the Lost Eye, which granted him ever greater power over spirits – a power he hoped would soon be part of his portfolio as Titan of the Mountains. It would also be fun to wave it in the serpent’s face. He also studied the great clock, and figured out how to work it. Just before they departed, he would wind it back, so that if they bonded with Teykfa, the plane would not be about to tick its last. Leon felt that it was decision time – that they ought to decide what planes they would bond with here and now, while they had the chance to talk at length. How knew what exigencies would press on them back home? Uriel said they had just a day to stop Nicodemus. There would be no time to discuss the new world order in any detail, and how would they even know what planes were available? Then he realised one way they could solve that problem: Linia. She could return to Lanjyr, and although she could not take the icons, she could take words and ideas. He spoke to the angel and she agreed to try. It was decided that they would hold a council meeting when Uriel returned. In the meantime, Leon bonded further with his new staff. Quratulain made grenades. Her supply was running low. She engraved into each one the story of why they were killing who they killed, and why they deserved to die, like a babushka whispering to her eggs what their future would be. How she knew, she couldn’t say. Thanks to Uriel’s long absence, she had time to make very many, as well as make modifications to all of her weapons and armour. Alterations to the latter were in any case necessary: during their long hiatus on Teykfa, Quratulain began to show. She was now in her third month of pregnancy with what must have been a very large baby. It did not concern her that she would have to throw her child into the Gyre as well. She felt that everything was for the best. Rumdoom kept himself apart from the others, surrounded by his retinue. There were large, worn stones all around the central mountain, that had stood the test of aeons, and once may have been mountains themselves. Rumdoom began to practice striking them with the Stone of Not, obliterating them in an instant. Each time, he would target a larger stone. By the time Uriel returned, he was able to vanish truly gargantuan boulders, and he noticed that the Stone of Not felt heavier. The Herald of the End was sure that an apotheosis was imminent. After a month, Uriel came back. He was different – less earthbound, perhaps. Though his manner was always kindly, he was distant, as if focused elsewhere. He told them he knew what to do now, and that he would not be returning home. Instead, he hoped to transcend the physical, as the inhabitants of Teykfa had once done. In this form, perhaps, he might somehow return to Lanjyr, but he could not be certain. What did know was that he could send the golden icons to Kai. But it would be better only to send a small number. Leon nodded in agreement – the others were prepared to decide which planes to bond with. Over many days, they held a council-meeting in the Dream palace; not as a unit, or as a king and his retinue, but as equals, inviting all of those they travelled with to contribute. They contemplated the many options they now had, and decided what planes they would choose. Once they were done, they bid farewell to Linia, who departed for Lanjyr with word of their decision. “Head for Flint,” they said, guessing where their other selves would go. Then they boarded the [I]Coaltongue[/I] and set off for Reida, to face the Voice of Rot. [/QUOTE]
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