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12 - The deal Blackmoore

Dona Carnelia was coating. Two maids helped her to establish the number of straps of the corset, while a third carefully dusted his boots that he should wear. At that moment, someone knocked. One of the guards who were waiting for property, standing on either side of the room, he turned toward the door. He entered Isidoro slowly, his chamberlain.
"Please come forward! - Urged the Carnelia, and a twinge of pain crossed her head, forcing her to take her hand to her forehead.
" You should not use too much brandy, My Lady, during such sensitive times. "
The Isidore said, sounding calm and neutral. The Princess waved the palm of your hand away from the captives themselves, which is arranged around her with her hands folded in her lap, waiting for further orders.
"The spirit is the only What makes these moments bearable, Isidoro. What brought me news of the negotiations under way at the Cathedral of Blackmoore? "
" Not very good, are regretted. - He reported the chamberlain, Carnelia while he sat on the edge of his huge bed, yet to be redone. - Apparently the negotiations have failed. We lost the prisoner and it is likely that the negotiators were all killed. "Dona
Carnelia rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger of his right hand, sigh plan.
" Nothing that we had not expected, I think. Give me the bad news. "
" The Korisande was assaulted before reaching Blackmoore, Lawkrauss the captain was killed along with his entire crew and the ship was crashed near the village of Ulbenard. Moreover, I fear that the other vessel and the other crew were lost, as the adventurers were attacked while they were traveling back to Glantri, and the Cathedral as we expected. "
Carnelia de Belcadiz stood up and one of the maids held her while trying to maintain balance. Carnelia was silent a moment, nodded his head to be able to stand. The servants went back to dress, much faster than before.
"I'm sorry for Lawkrauss, worked for us for so long ... I was a child when my mother took me on the deck of the ship and the captain made me play with helm ... need to take care of his family. Manage personal affairs, Isidoro. "
" Yes, Madam. "Isidore bowed his head slightly.
"I imagine that there is a remote desert and distant enough to prevent innocent people must die for the sake of our family ... right?"
"Yes, Madam." Isidoro repeated, trying not to indulge the melancholy tone of voice Carnelia. An unusual tone, due no doubt to what was left of drunkenness the night before. But Chamberlain knew that Dona Carnelia would be ready to attend hearings on time this morning. Which could not be said of Don Hippolita, still naked and dazed from the wine in the middle of the rose garden in the company of three or four companions. Prince probably did not care what was happening at all.
"Anything else?" Carnelia asked, noting that Chamberlain is not about to leave the room.
"Yes, ma'am ... not really allowed myself to bother to update you on what happened until we heard this statement by the Council this morning. The Vicar of Blackmoor, Sasha, has requested a special meeting and immediately. The church Darokin of us know that the Crypt of Peace is violated, and asks questions about it. "
The princess was now fully clothed. Drive out the headache as you drive away the pesky flies and his eyes grew hard as corundum. Isidoro elf knew that her age would never run out of patience, but he was equally sure that an elf that had not been de Carnelia Belcadiz at this point would be very close to committing an imprudence. Isidore was not an elf, did not belong to the family. But he had worked for de Belcadiz long enough to understand that the princess had committed a serious indiscretion. Carnelia had agreed that the treaties they had taken to the Lost Cathedral because he wanted fewer people can be involved in the plan. If the negotiations as they had expected, failed, the only ones to suffer were the adventurers who had offered to take him. But things are never simple as we hope. Someone had just violated the crypt where the Holy Church of the Republic of Darokin bury their vicars. Who could have been? Arkande, probably. But why? In any case, they blamed the House of Belcadiz for choosing the cathedral as a place of negotiation.

"I think we should accept the offer of Malapietra." Carnelia whispered through clenched teeth.
"provides immediatamenre to contact the Prince Innocents." Isidore left the room.

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11 - The last voyage of Korisande

Lawkrauss The captain had just given orders to proceed at full speed. In his long career as a navigator, over forty years, had delivered goods of any value and danger, but they were nothing compared to the risk he was running now. Supported by a spell spatial displacement, yet threatening property in its cargo bay was loaded a deli oligarchs Maridi, Nogard. He wanted to end his mission as quickly as possible, before returning to his family, to reassure his wife that once again accept a mission so dangerous it was just a way to earn easy, without risking anything, without having to lose his life. But as soon as this order, the crystal ball of Fomalhaut began to shine. "They are the negotiators, Captain - I updated the boatswain - They want to be able to see the prisoner." Lawkrauss immediately suspected that something had gone the right way. Only a few minutes ago he was given the free way to transport the prisoner to the Lost Cathedral of Blackmoore, and now reached such a request. Lawkrauss did not know the negotiators, a group of travelers planar hired by Princess Carnelia too fast to trust them. But he trusted Carnelia, de Belcadiz worked for a long time, he learned that his princess had much wiser (and much older) than his appearance proves ... like all the elves, for that matter.

"Pass me the ball." He ordered the boatswain, who gave it to him quickly. Lawkrauss crossed the bridge to the hatch and went below deck. Some sailors rushed in rehabilitating their uniform when they saw that the captain had gone down in areas reserved for the crew by surprise, but Lawkrauss went straight into the camp, holding a crystal ball straight ahead. He came across the room where the floor to the wall with ropes and large the body had been in stasis Nogard.

He moved the ball up and down, slowly, holding less than a meter from the prisoner, on the other side so that the negotiators were able to receive the image. So the closer to your face.

"It 's enough?" He asked. But there was no answer.

For Arkande was enough to show the ship's hold for the handful of seconds. Was behind Vessha of, and behind those of the negotiators, as they communicated through crystal balls with Lawkrauss. Arkande did not think he could manage it, not on how the negotiations had started. When the adventurers were presented to the Cathedral of Blackmoore, had made them welcome by Vessha. In the meantime, had created an illusory hologram of himself, while making themselves invisible. Then, for almost half an hour, had led the negotiations with the four adventurers who (according to them) spoke on behalf of the family de Belcadiz. Glantri If it had not been shielded from intrusion magic, and if the de Belcadiz not all refugees were like rats in a tower Carnelia Glantri, he would probably Arkande already exterminated all. They had dared to kidnap one of them, an oligarch, Nogard, one of his fellow adventurers more expensive. And then they had dared to propose to negotiate. To negotiate! A Maridi such a thing would be called ransom! But Arkande had learned patience, and hide his anger. After much negotiation, had almost come to an agreement. Arkande an agreement that would never honored, but still a deal. At that point, the magician, he realized that the theater had to end, and had dared to ask, through its puppet illusion of seeing the prisoner, to make sure he was still alive.

If the adventurers had indeed given the order to embark on a flying ship Nogard to bring it to Cathedral immediately, at which point the ship was already passing the border Glantri. And so it was out of range of his magic shield. Leaving the room of his double talks illusory Arkande had moved behind Vessha to go tell the captain Lawkrauss that it was necessary to see the prisoner before signing the agreement. And if the negotiators were drunk.

Lawkrauss The captain had no time even to ask why the communication was interrupted. He felt a glow magic behind it and the last thing she saw, turning, his eyes were ice Vessha while two of his raps Egils the trachea and then smashed his spine. A couple of Sailors had the audacity to throw at her, but Vessha was too fast for them, too well trained, too devoted to his duties. The boatswain

realized that something was wrong when the crystal yolos the ship began to vibrate in an unusual way.

"What the hell happened?" Glancing cursed to sailors that they should be behind him. All that remained of the sailor to his right was a bright spot of blood on the wood of the balustrade. The other saw him disappear, swept to starboard of the scale from one species of red lightning. Panicking, she tried to get the crystal ball to give the alarm ... but he realized with horror that he had taken the Captain Lawkrauss.

"Try this, maybe?" Inquired a voice a few feet away from him. The ball floated in the air, as supported by an invisible force. The voice seemed to come from there. The boatswain stepped back and pulled out the sword, shaking like a leaf.

"Stand back! Stay back!" He cried, pointing to nowhere. And nothing is materialized in an instant. A magician, blacks long hair, a beard too haphazard, wearing expensive clothes and dark glasses perched on his nose and round. Arkande Kayenna! Arkande Kayenna had climbed on board!

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10 - Vessha

The Exarch of Ynnaghis performed the ceremony the remaining impassive solidity, although in his heart stirred emotions so intense that he felt almost consumed his body from the inside. Yet, years of training in the monastery, experience, responsibility, and not least his role on that occasion, led him to seek within himself the power to control their feelings. Li choked, pushed like snakes in the deepest water, making them drown. He lit the incense, he adorned his pupil with the garments of fortitude, carefully separated the alchemical powder necessary for the ritual, and finally brought it to fruition.
Since that day, Vessha was no longer a student, and he was no longer the his teacher.

For three long decades of the oligarchs Maridi had generously offered large sums of money to take care of Ynnaghis Vessha. The girl was taken to the monastery that was just born, still covered with the mood of the birth, the umbilical cord wrapped around the body. Dastes was present when delivered into the hands of monks. Dastes had 128 years but was still far from perfect.
The child was given the name of Vessha, and was inserted into the right came at the age of the maids aspiring to the role of Monaco. Compared to other children of six years, Vessha had a big advantage: no link with the outside world. No parents, no brother, no relatives, no home, no faith. Fully embraced the monastic discipline, which soon became his sole reason for living. At the age of twenty-three defeated in a duel master Char, herald the first sign. She was asked to step up training and to aim even higher, in order to attain enlightenment. Vessha agreed, and in later years he lived in almost complete isolation, tempering the mind and body against all types of external invasion. When the teachers felt able to face the test itself and become a preacher, refused, returning to be a simple Monaco. Also refused to train other monks, refused any position of responsibility. Vessha performed every task to perfection, completed all his duties with maximum efficiency by dedicating half the time than any other Ynnaghis of Monaco. And the rest of the time, devoted to training.

Dastes was instructed to follow, to question, to go beyond the barrier she had erected around his mind and his heart. The purpose of Dastes, and that of his superiors, was to lead up to the ceremony Vessha of firmness, which established its complete independence ... banished for ever from Ynnaghis.
Dastes performed his duties with dedication and a lot of patience. Vessha initially did not accept another way of relating to her if left unaddressed, physically or spiritually. After a few years, Dastes finally accepted as a confidant, as well as a teacher. And after a few more years yet, as a lover as well as a confidant. Dastes completed the training Vessha giving it the humanity of which the monastery had been dispossessed. He taught her to make her feelings rather than ignore them. It taught her to bury them when they were an obstacle. On the eve of the thirtieth year of birth of Vessha, Dastes-who had since become one of exarchs-informed the elders of the seventh sign that the girl had nothing more to learn, to Ynnaghis. He was ready to officiate the ceremony of firmness.

as a personal gift to his departure from Ynnaghis, Dastes did create a couple of magical weapons, the Roots Affiliate Traladara or Traladar-Egils . Deliveries Vessha the last day he saw her, the day when one of the oligarchs, Arkande Kayenna , came in person to the monastery of Ynnaghis to take what was his and that for years had been cultivated for him. Vessha had shaved his head, blacks picked the long hair in a braid that ran down his back, wearing the monastic habit as travelers and did not take anything with them, except arms from donatele Dastes. When the door of the monastery was closed, Dastes wept bitterly.

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9 - Visit to the Tower

Carnelia de Belcadiz turned, and even if the cap on his head was enough to hide his face, the captain of the escort immediately sensed the intentions of the princess.
"My Lady, - whispered - we can not allow it to enter without an escort! He's putting his life in serious danger!" Dona
Carnelia looked down. The corridor wet, cold and dimly lit to remember all the other times it was due to go into the basement of the Tower of Sighs to speak with a prisoner. But this time was different, the prisoner was not the usual mercenary of some family who had clumsily tried to put a spanner in the works. This time the prisoner was a Marut, one of the inevitable that had tried to kill themselves adventurers who had just hired.

Just saw them in the hall of the hunt, which usually Carnelia used as a waiting room for guests without a noble title, he knew immediately that they were adventurers. Weapons in the sheath, bulky backpacks, large cloaks to cover the armor, scars on the skin and the eyes of naive people who have chosen as the most dangerous job of all. However, they decided to present all as the result of one of them, a magician, such Laxarus. The mere fact that a self-styled magician travels with an escort of mercenaries as servants, Glantri to be viewed with suspicion. But Carnelia was intrigued, and his chamberlain seemed convinced that they could be "useful", which means "manipulated." Talking to them had found them highly motivated. They were interested in dealing with MARIDIANA, a task that even Ricardo refused. Because they wanted to do it? A Carnelia not interested. The adventurers had assured her they had no intention to make a name dealing with the oligarchs of Maridi (because, in this case, the only name that would have made what was engraved on their tombstone.) It was clear to them, might have led the negotiations in full freedom, the freedom of exchanging Nogard for anything, but had Carnelia imposed on them a minimum: the exclusive to the House of Belcadiz purchase of magic items from Maridi. Getting more and better would be to their diplomatic skills, and Carnelia not really interested how it would end. If the adventurers had completed negotiations with success, the family would have won, and if the adventurers had been killed, none of his family was involved and she would be freed Nogard.

"Do not fear me," said the elf to the captain - so take care of myself. And in any case, Cortazar assist me. I need to ask some questions to the Maruts, the adventurers before they arrive. " The captain nodded and swallowed
leaked an obvious nervousness. The princess dropped the hood on his shoulders, opened the door and entered.
"Dona Carnelia! - Cortazar, the jailer of de Belcadiz, welcomed the carols seeing her go - You are radiant as usual."
"cut the lusighe, Cortazar. I was escorted here at night after a party of four hours, I will not waste time on pleasantries, especially out of place."
Carnelia abandoned the stern gaze when her eyes became accustomed to the darkness of the room. At the center of the circular room, dark and gloomy as the rest of the basement, stood motionless body, standing. The body was covered with scars and tattoos, massive in the muscle, completely naked, paralyzed from the magic. It was like being in the presence of a living statue, the statue of a god of war.
"Oh yes, of course ... I prepared Nogard for negotiators, as I have ordered. You can approach without fear, is still in stasis."
Carnelia stepped forward. Slowly raised his left hand and saying some magic words, lit up their fingers with the glow of a magical light. The body of Nogard not even breathe, crystallized in a moment of time, her hands folded on his chest, his head bent slightly forward, eyes closed. "Impressive, right? - Said Cortazar - You tell many legends of the oligarchs. It is said that have defied the gods, traveled to the bottom of hell, reached the rank of gods themselves ... "
The elf was silent for a moment, deep in thought. Then he turned the light towards the jailer.
" Bring me by Marut. I have little time. I advised them to talk to you as soon as possible. "
" Of course my lady, - said Cortazar - this way. "

The Marut was captured by the militia Glantri recanted while trying to cross a tower breaking through a wall after another. The report spoke of a fierce battle on the terraces of the city. It seems inevitable had attacked two adventurers, without caring about the people who filled Piazza was suspended at sunset. Many citizens were killed, victims of magical shots thrown by both sides, but the preliminary hearing, the Council had cleared the group of all charges. Sure, there were two other sessions in the future, and finally the Supreme Court's opinion, and this first acquittal could have been turned into a conviction, but for now the adventurers had left it clean.
However, even if Glantri the group was innocent, it was evident that they were not for the authorities to Mechanus. Dona Carnelia needed to know. "The prisoner is at his disposal for as long as he wants, my Lady. - Cortazar said, inviting her to enter the cell. - I'll be out here, if you will need something, call me. "
" Thank Cortazar. "I thank the princess. Then he bent his head and disappeared inside the cell where he had been locked up for the inevitable.

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of Sighs 8 - Order absolute

Giant gears moved noisily , while the human and made his entrance in the courtroom of Primus, he wondered if the doors themselves were not an extension of the body of the absolute master of Mechanus . And he replied that yes, it probably was.

The man in question was dressed in a simple, and above the khaki tunic he wore a vest full of pockets, from which protruded pens, screwdrivers and other tools are difficult to understanding, for the uninitiated. The entire wall in front of him was made up of a multitude of mechanisms, springs, pistons and brackets that snap every second budget, synchronizing, moving with such precision that it was impossible not to appreciate the divine perfection.
the middle of the wall, motionless and expressionless, set into a round hole in a wonderful and brilliant bluish light, the eye of Primus shone incessantly and without flinching, providing energy perpetuates the whole machinery. A machine that included the entire Regolus with its sixty-four turntables, each governed by a Octon ... and above them there are Quarton, who administered the sixteen sections of the third level, and then again four Secondus, Primus, and finally, the only, the deity who watched on the perfection of Regolus, Nirvana Engineering.

The man's head, bald, began to sweat profusely. Primus turned to him in a neutral voice, monotonous, massive.
"Individual John Von Neumann, better known as Neumann, we need explanations. Aramil reported on the outcome of the mission / Celeborn and final destination of the inevitable 318-2 and 615-alpha."
Neumann looked around. He felt like Jonah, swallowed by a gigantic mechanical whale, helpless in the belly of the beast, with no way out. On the other hand, knew that Primus had no interest in judging, let alone in punishing him. Neumann was not a mere supplicant. Primus had obtained from the privileges and powers that made him one of the most important authorities of Mechanus. Although the concept of authority, at Mechanus, lost almost all meaning. Neumann was a creator. An engineer, as it appealed the Formiana. She had given birth to an entire area Mechanus named in his honor Neumannus . A colossal self-sufficient factory can design, build and activate some of the best known forms of life of Nirvana Engineering: the inevitable. When Primus invited him to appear before him, it was always matters relating to the operation of Neumannus. And for John it was easy to anticipate questions of Primus, and prepare the answers.

"I have a record of their relationship, until you stop." Neumann shook them up, so that Primus could see them, then began to comment on them, keeping their gaze fixed on the data.
"The last update was two days ago. Neumannus produced the Marut code Quarut 318-2 and 615-alpha and flanked them with two support units Modron in order to trace and destroy the entity known as the Aramil and Celeborn. Aramil is guilty of a breach of Directive 66 paragraph 16, paragraph 23; Celeborn is sought in accordance with the recent addition of subdirect 994, after the destruction of the layer 471 of the abyss, domain Pale Night. The 615-alpha Quarut reached the material plane known as Mystara, near the city of Glantri. They proceeded to gather information, then eliminating the sources as per procedure. They identified the objectives within the city. The latest report gives details of the location where they started the process of resolution. Nothing else. "

Primus was silent for several long minutes, during which Neumann was tempted to wipe the sweat of the paper. But he restrained himself. Finally, the gods spoke again:
" The probability that the units Marut and Quarut entrusted with the mission have been destroyed are too high to allow us to hesitate. The Neumannus must produce new units to be assigned to the mission. It requires that the individual John von Neumann oversee the production of new units. "
Neumann was upset.
" Why Primus wants production to be supervised? The Neumannus is the final realization of the concept of self-replicating automaton, is able to govern independently and to configure the new are inevitable in such a way that the success rates are mathematically better each time as before ... No need for any external intervention "
Primus did not answer. The door swung open behind Neumann, slowly. Beyond the threshold, four Modron ball and lined up waiting for the human being disbanded and left the room. Neumann sighed, folded the sheets and put them in one of his pockets, then turned and left. The heavy doors were closed again, creaking and screeching, to seal it tightly.

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7. The prisoner

attention of Your Excellency, the Princess of Belcadiz Carnelia.

Please excuse the delay with which I write, but in order to best carry out the tasks that I had honor to receive from you, I had to change some of the guidelines usually applied to prisoners of the Well of Lost Souls.

First I want to reassure the prisoner is safe and still in our possession. After having removed all weapons and armor, and it incantenato with adamantium, as you requested, we were able to place him in stasis on a permanent basis. His body was lowered into one of the rooms of containment, as is customary for guests of the Well that should not be judged from the board and whose conviction is permanent. However, I have personally applied some seals ban on the hatch, so that no one inadvertently opens. I also made it possible to enchant magic walls, with rituals that make security more difficult to identify the prisoner, dissolve the magic that keep in stasis, and release him. They know the rules of the Well of Lost Souls, I know that the well is already equipped with many security measures that make the most useless spells, however licensed and speaking, my Lady, if you had seen what was able to the prisoner before he caught, you'd own my own care.

I invite you still not believe that those soldiers who survived will report rumors about the advent of a deity or a mythological hero. Believe me, there was nothing heroic or divine in the rocky clearing, when the trap of His Lordship the Baron is shot. The prisoner is a very tough, strength and experience, and were only his strength and his experience enabled him to resist the continuous attacks by our magicians and of our militia. I understand that in front of nearly a hundred high-ranking soldiers, killed and mutilated in this way, some of them may have believed that he saw an avatar or some kind of otherworldly creature. What I can assure you is that Nogard is only a man of flesh and bones as I am and so are you. Only he knows what's on your mind, that his mind is not certainly related to our own, and his way of seeing reality is not ours, nor do we match. Yet trust in my words: in the well is a real fury of war, a veteran of the massacre, a beast. Nothing more, nothing less.

Therefore, with regard to the concern of your Excellency, that the high council could consider this incident as a dangerous test of the strength of divine powers, I suggest you bring them my account: even if the prisoner possessed some kind of divine blessing, or whether it was a chosen one, or a demi himself, in any case the art has folded and reduced in chains.

you sure there was help,

your servant,

Gadis Cortazar

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6. From the diary of Lady Isabelle d'Ambreville

Septi the third decade, 1209 TO
I felt a thrill when I saw them enter. They walked through the door of the shop as if they had time to waste in idle chatter, which is quite unusual for the city of Glantri. They call it the "city of magic", but I believe that the "city of frivolity" is a much more appropriate title. No one in Glantri openly demonstrates a hurry, only those who can not afford the air time to throw in a hurry, and everyone wants to show that they have time to waste. And probably have it. A warrior in armor

violet approached the counter, followed by what was probably a sorcerer, a scruffy-looking guy, and an unusual elf. And then there was Aramil, or so he told me his name. I thought it was the joker of the group, dressed in brightly colored enough to distinguish themselves from others of his company. While they were busy exchanging items with Serena, I exchanged a few words with him. A person educated enough to sustain the conversation, but not yet to be boring. He told me that they are going to reach Maridi , to complete some business. They need a transport, or a spell that shorten their journey. However, anyone who has passed Glantri the fifth year of academy knows the spell they need, but nobody would willing to take them there for free. The citizens of Glantri are people who love to get away from trouble, rocked and cuddled by the magic of the riches. Glantri indeed is the most distant from the adventure that I know. So I offered them a trade.

Camille now is at the limit, my magic potions not be able to further slow the advance of the curse. His mind is almost completely obscured, hard to concentrate just to turn on a magical light. If Jean-Luis not immediately find a group of adventurers willing to take on the mission, I will go myself.
Aramil insisted that I spoke with Camille, and Jean-Luis, in the rooms above the shop, and in return I offered them to teleport wherever they want. I was telling to Aramil also the prisoner of Belcadiz , a warrior named Nogard that seems to be part of the oligarchy ruling Maridi. I do not think we can get anything from Belcadiz, who are too busy trying to rebuild their shady deals to grant favors to a group of adventurers, but in case OGN seemed appropriate to let them know the situation tense rather-than-c ' Maridi and is among the clan de Belcadiz.
Unfortunately I was interrupted by idiot Gaston, a prey to another of its crisis. I am tempted to offer him a bottle of water from the river, the next time he appears out of nowhere, sweating and trembling, to ask another vial of potion of memory. But his reliance on these potions is a very effective way to keep it under control. And anyway, it is likely that he is the victim of a curse cast by that bitch of Tayana .

Later I learned from Jean-Louis adventurers who have not accepted the assignment. At least, not immediately. Jean-Louis says however they have not declined, which gives us hope. But I doubt they'll be back. Tonight, after the session of parliament, will send a message to Richard that I prepare a room in their castle. I could convince Don Diego to follow me in this senseless suicide mission, but I think it still needs Glantri "Manuel of the Pure" and its blatant antics. Charles is waiting for me. I'm going to get ready.

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Franz Lowenroth reached Rowena lady and her prince, Innocenti Malapietra that the two had not yet crossed the boundaries of the lands of Prince Jherek. They had agreed on a stroll through the wooded glades of the principality, but Franz was left behind, because at the southern gate of Glantri had been stopped by a group of very curious passers-planar. When Franz arrived

Innocenti, he sat calmly at the side Elementalist, bored with his usual talk on revenue management Circus Lizzieni. Lady Rowena did not wait further, and when Franz slowed the pace of his horse to fit that of his two companions, the noblewoman you immediately turned towards the baron, stopping the pompous monologue in which innocence was committed.

"Franz! We were worried. I thought those shady Along the way they had kidnapped."
The girl smiled. Franz saw under the strands of hair that she always wore loose on the left side of the face, the scar that the sorceress had obtained years ago. It was a magical scar, unfortunate epilogue to the study of some magical forces that had proven much larger than her. A creature of the deep had disfigured his face, and from that day she had promised her hand to anyone to bring her the head of that creature. But the scar did not stop to grasp the beauty, the kind of strong and untamed beauty that is typical of someone who knows how to handle so well the magic elemental forces. And in any case, Rowena was certainly not given up: In the years had continued to study the arcane arts with an intense commitment to earn the position of fire elemental the Third Circle.
"Thank you for concern - the Baron answered with grace - but I doubt that they could overpower me. I think I know a few magic tricks and more of them, my dear Rowena. But I did not want to interrupt your conversation ... what were you talking about? "
Rowena anticipated Prince Innocenti, before he could utter a word:
" The viceroy was telling me about the success of his last show held at the arena ... But we are very curious to know what you have talked with those strange people! ... Is not it high? "The Prince of
Malapietra shook his coat and looking forward merely whispering fiercely:" Sure. "
" I do not think they were lying when they claimed to be the planar travelers ... - Baron told Lowenroth while stifling a smile for the reaction of the Innocents - certainly their emphasis was not Caurenze, or in any other city in the principality. And still have not managed to hide a complete ignorance of the place, which can only be a sign of their sincerity, as very few on this plane can really do not know anything about the City of Magic. I have been asked to help them achieve the noble district, and I asked the helmsman to make a small detour back home and Bartholomew Augustine. "
" By the gods! - Rowena cried, covering his smile with one hand - were not able to move to Glantri otherwise? "Innocent
Prince laughed heartily.
" I can only imagine - shooting Franz - who came from plans most barbaric and primitive existence, have the confidence to the magic ... "
" But Franz, are knowledge from the first year of academy! "He pointed out the noblewoman.
" Do not mock the planar travelers, Rowena! - Warned the Innocents - Their knowledge of magic will not meet the nobility of Glantri, but survive repeated planar travel is sufficient to deserve your respect. "

Franz for once agreed with the prince. It was He was also an adventurer before retiring from the scene, and before the family was aware of Malapietra he had faced many dangerous missions. Yet he had never dared to cross a portal. His masters Academy of Magic they had sufficiently warned, never, never pass through a portal. When exceeds the threshold, you do not know what can happen. Even looking at the portal and discover the destination, you'll never know exactly where it appears, and in the company of such dangers. Provided that your analysis is correct. Yes, the prince was certainly right.
"And you were right height, if I may say so, to invite them to the party tonight. I'm sure the disappointment of Lady Szaza Markovitch will be repaid by the stories we tell."
Innocenti smiled smugly.
horses went over the hills, through small streams and pleasant glades, leaving behind the city.

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4. Last words of Edgar Malawi, self-styled whistleblower

"The Principles were not ready on arrival, but that they were or not, the wheel of fate had decided that Aqel, Aramil, Celeborn and Vorlax (strictly in alphabetical order) would have been there. And that there was the swamp of the leaves, just north of the city of Glantri . The marsh was a small piece of marshy land, large enough to be reported in the local maps, but not significant from a historical perspective. Except maybe exception: the time he had tried to animate Erimal Lumocorno nell'acquitrino a mithril golem. He chose the swamp because it was fairly isolated, far from dwellings (but not a convenient shopping street) and especially because there was plenty of water to animate creatures. Unfortunately, something went wrong ... something on the magic flow or something ... There was a bang and a flash of light, so that the Old Tavern Crocicchio Karell said it was as if he had suddenly day! ... And no one knew anything Erimal. They found only old scrap and garbage Magic, who decided to leave the swamp. But I digress ... Where was I? Ah, yes. They arrived well before it was dawn, probably through a portal. Appeared in the swamp, and should not be a party. But they were adventurers, travelers even before the flat, then no did much attention to mosquitoes and the stench of rotten wood. They headed towards the lights on the horizon, initially thought were due to premature dawn, but when they reached the street, they realized that they were watching the glow of the city of Glantri. The city seemed to them covered by a thick clear glass dome, and inside the dome could be seen several floors high and houses hundreds of small lights around each building, same as those of many torches. It was a breathtaking performance, even at that distance. He seemed to observe a piece of the future, or the landscape of a fairy tale ... and they were still several miles from the city! Did not know anything about that place. Geography, story ... nothing. It was not just a new kingdom, was a new world in a whole new universe! Looking in the sky they noticed the presence of multiple moons (but this lorsignori will know, was a magic effect in the active principle). They could meet creatures ever seen. They could have run into threats far above what I imagined! ... But this is the taste of planar cross a threshold, the beauty of being a wanderer. Walked along the main road for several miles to the south, towards the capital. When they happen to meet someone, kept a low profile: requesting information and let the people and coaches will continue on their way. Someone noted their unusual accent, but in the principles of even the most boorish peasant longer surprising for a weird accent ... we are all accustomed to the oddities of magicians! I told you about that time Loshell Vandevald witnessed the birth of his studs in the barn? Oh, it was a wonderful thing, and that time there was also the Grand Patron Freire that ... What do you think? I digress again? Oh well, sorry, must be old age. However, when the real-dawn-pink brush strokes began to stretch to the horizon, the travelers came in sight of an inn. It was the first they met along the way by miles, and was not far from the city. The splendor of Glantri on that distance was breathtaking palaces suspended bridges bright light, glare that moved between the towers ... They decided to stop at the inn. They continued the next day. The hostess knew his business, he gave them some advice. For example they would do better to hide the sacred symbols: the religion is considered to Glantri real heresy. Hey do not push! ... What? Can not you see I'm talking to this gentleman? Hmm? You're closing? Oh ... Well, then I am afraid that our story will continue tomorrow, when the gods want it! I am here, at the same time today, ready to tell you everything I've heard about that group of travelers. Now if I could get the gold coins I have prom ... "

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3. Dushmir, archdruid of Mosstone

Kerter returned to the reception hall, a large living room from the plant vaguely octagonal, with slender columns, vaulted arches and gilded bas-reliefs that have made it an interesting place without the need to add large windows, one in the middle of the floor, which gave full view of the eternal mist ethereal plane. The hall was filled with travelers planar. Essentially, traders and explorers, lured by the riches hidden between the inner planes, such as precious minerals of terms of quasi-crystals, or pearls that are generated radiant halfway between the positive and the fire plan. Mercan A merchant of race had already taken advantage of waiting to hang a carpet and showcase some junk, but despite the efforts of his servants in attracting attention, almost no one approached the merchandise. Serphe , tanarruk which dealt with the security of Eclipse, with a look made her realize that everything was under control. After having dismissed a bariaur waiting for signs to the City of Brass , turned down the corridor to the private rooms of guests. They were the same where Wodan accoltogli adventurers had a few days before, recovering their bodies in the plane of positive energy. Now the room was occupied by some druids from Abeir -Toril, who invoked the help of Wodan. Before entering the room, straightened the bodice of green leather, eyewear, and smoothed his hair back.

"Gentlemen, - he began entering the room - Wodan has prepared a dimensional portal that takes you back in your material plan, without further need to travel between floors." The archdruid of Mosstone , Dushmir , with a quick movement of hands, turned off the incense in front of him and rose to his feet. Immediately his bodyguards, two powerful armored centaur, came to his side. "I suppose Wodan has not reconsidered its decision to deny us the help needed." said a deep voice. This was an old archdruid by imposing stature, with a long shaggy beard which emphasized a stern face and devoid of compassion. Kerter found it irritating, even if you knew not to know him at all. He tried to give him the answer is definitely possible to dry. "Wodan has reconsidered its decision, probably did it a million times in the same moment in which you have brought to the attention of your request. A god, you know, it expresses the truth not opinions. If you have denied its collaboration, it is because he believes that the best thing to do. " The old man turned adjusting the heavy clothes, and picked up a scythe, who gives him the magical centaur to his left. "The best thing to do, young traveler? - Waved a scornful laugh - Best ... for whom? Ask him the next allows you to ask him questions. "Then he angrily slammed his sickle on the force field that served as the floor of the room. The result is a thud, as if the stick was pushed hard between the stones of a river . He walked towards the door passing Kerter, preceded by one of his warriors and joined the other centaurs. "Take him my respects." Dushmir finally hissed through clenched teeth, disappearing into the corridor. The half-elf did not turn around to follow them, waited the last of the guests turn the corner and puffed in silence.

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2. Everything in its place

First a shiver him back to consciousness, then listened to the unfolding of his body to new life. He felt his eyes burn from their sockets, and knew that he was thrown in the plane of positive energy. How was that possible? Those three idiots could not have conjured up a magical force that can collapse the platform he had built. Syojatar dug a long in his memory, while his body was rebuilt and restored, the flow of healing energy that permeated the level of positive energy. Of course! Realized what had happened just the moment when the shock crossed the regenerating spinal cord. They sabotaged the mechanism, and then had re-activated. Could they be so stupid? Who ever put a bar between the wheels of a cart before the horse spur? But there was no other explanation. And on the other hand, was typical of fatal escape the curious feature of common sense when it is life threatening.

Syojatar knew this. Like all ultroloth had spent centuries studying all forms of humanoid life, in order to find new ways to cause them pain and torment. He should expect that these three insects, pressed, they would try everything just to save his own skin. The instinct for survival was an inner strength that would never be underestimated. With a shot of energy regained control of her body, which had been very close to being completely disintegrated. He stretched out his fingers in front of them clutched the fabric flat and lacerations strength, then catapulted out of the sea of \u200b\u200blight. He could only move in small steps, climbing inside floors one by one until you get into Gehenna. There would have their sight restored and fully recovered his strength. Finally, he sought to trace the three mortals who had destroyed his masterpiece dimensional. It was just a needless concern, a desire that gnawed inside for no reason. If the explosion had almost destroyed him, a gentleman of yugoloth, there was really no chance that those survivors were fatal. ... Or maybe they were?

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1. Eclipse

Hand vibrant energy Wodan paused for a moment, frowned and power, prompted by a thought. One of the millions of thoughts, because the gods can move through time at will, and any reasoning goes over a thousand times the length of time that a mortal takes to do it. But the thought of thoughts emerged from the sea like the bark of a cork in a fountain. Infused with an eye to the last drop of energy Cosmolabio , which resumed again to move, creaking and creaking as usual. Gears and wheel teeth pushing balls of brass rods and graduated at the top and bottom, while shining metal plates and circles across the room, crossing occasionally one of the trajectories.

"Do you think they'll be back, my Lord?" asked a plaintive voice, still near the door. Wodan wrinkled her nose. His one eye is not distracted by the machine, but he did his mind, for another long moment.

"I think? ... More, I sure, my little mortal servant ... But still I fear for their consciences. A deity survives for some of the uncertainties and doubts, but a mortal life ... a mortal is a dice roll, a race between wisdom and decay. The awareness of the fact that a mortal will acquire at the end of his life is an unfathomable mystery ... even to a power. A secret closed in your hearts. "

The small half-elf straightened his glasses, which rested heavily on the nose minute. His name was Kerter and was a wanderer glide. It came from a floor away, one of many, and had traveled long before reaching Eclipse, the home of Wodan, one of the few remaining deity of a pantheon extinct for centuries, revered by few, is now almost completely exhausted by powers of immortality, scattered in the multiverse in search of a meaning for their existence. eclipse was a half-plane fluctuations in the ethereal plane, a mandatory stop for those few travelers who ventured down to the planar interior floors ... in elemental chaos. Wodan Eclipse was created, and then was exiled to this remote place, to study the internal plans, their primal energy, the essence that generates everything. Kerter did not know what would have to stop at Eclipse, but it certainly would not have done miss the opportunity to study the multiverse at the home of an immortal.

"They look you interested in? Because I have watched with interest that their artifact, the ' Hatuli ... this really is something precious, as you described them?" Kerter asked again. His curiosity was directed both to the answers as to how they would respond to Wodan. In her heart she knew that would never be able to understand the divine way of thinking, but just being in the presence of Wodan was a heady experience for her. The power was now more than ten meters high, his head touched the ceiling of the room Cosmolabio.

"The artifact ... a Hatuli ... this is certainly a valuable magic item, but never so precious as that to which it leads. Anyway, these are not the pages of history will write that these adventurers."

Wodan's voice was made in pronouncing the last sentence, much more cavernous than it already was. For Kerter, this meant that the time for questions had expired. Silently, he slipped out of the room through the door. That group of adventurers certainly had the potential to make power companies even considered worthy of thought. A Kerter not had seemed nothing more than the usual mismatched group of travelers, by chance to Eclipse and disappeared into the folds of the multiverse soon after. But in many of the philosophies of the multiverse, he thought the half-elf, the case does not exist. He adjusted his leather jacket and went into the hall, to welcome visitors.