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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.