First Five Starts Now

Chance lets out a sigh hearing that Emeric all but confirmed the missing people, the lair of Split Jaws and the search for this artifact called the Rarkeren was the work of “V” or Varrow, or Bone Razor if you will.

The group continues to scour over the boxes and boxes of things streaming into Bastian’s lab, much to his and McKenna’s displeasure, filling up some of the tables. The more in here the worse it smelled. The room had the Dahlia in it, Bastian, McKenna and a few top investigating agents. Nothing much else was found with the remaining debris and items found. But then 2 boxes of books gets put on the table, with the wonderful sentiment: “That’s everything, nothing left to look through.”

“Books,” Carver says somewhat comically, “they were reading all these books?”

McKenna nods and smirks, “though they are blood thirsty creatures, it does not take away who they were when they did not have this affliction. But, I do agree, this did not seem like the time or place to be reading up on things like… the proper ways to tie a knot…” she finishes with a chuckle looking at one of the books.

“Recipes, romantic novel, types of metals in Legon,” Bastian says as he is rifling through the lot. “No rhyme or reason to this, just random books,” he finishes sliding books over to McKenna for her to look at.

Chance’s stomach growls and the room glances over. He blushes a bit and looks down, “sorry about that, just getting a bit hungry.”

The leader of Dahlia stands up, small smirk on his face, “It has to be around 7, head on home. Anything left we can deal with it tomorrow. After the 8 o’clock meeting we are going to visit with our weapons master for some checkups, weapon evaluations and training!”

Everyone nods getting out of chairs, off of stools, they all head for the door. Except Chance.

“Bastian,” the Champion says glancing over seeing him start to put the books back in the boxes, he nods to him.

Chance walks over, opens a book then starts looking from page to page, up against the lantern on the wall. Flipping a single page and squinting. “Remember Midnight Jade?” he says off the cuff.

( Reference to Episode #48 – Turbulent Alliance. )

The Master Witches eyes bulge, remembering, and he grabs the next book, opens it and starts looking the same way.

Mckenna half out the door stops and looks back with a curious eyebrow raise, she usually catches Bastian eyeing up her butt walking out, but he is all excited and is frantically looking through a book, odd-like with his head tilted dramatically.

She turns herself around heads back in, grabs a book. “What are we looking for?” she says looking at a small tome on clothing styles of the Onyx Elf Realm.

“Not sure yet, McKenna, Chance gave me the idea that maybe these books have more in them than meets the eye. Things written in columns, imprinted, anything,” the master Witch says, “but if this old warehouse you busted into was one that housed books, then… well… this is a fools errand!”

After ten minutes of looking through some of the books, Chance sighs, “I’d love to help but the only thing more scary than me in my frenzy state, is me hungry…” he finishes off with some muse.

Bastian nods, “no, all good, thanks Chance!”

The Champion heads out of the lab, glances back through the compound to still see and hear the construction going on, he hopes they finish it soon, getting cramped in with everyone else in Bastians lab, is not ideal.

Chance heads home, the night goes on, he has some nice conversation with Khamyra and Novalee, ate some cold left over dinner, gave his kids a peck on the head and went to bed. Both him and his wife fall fast asleep.

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Wedmak 7:00AM

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Both Chance and Khamyra sit up in bed quickly, hearing the crier walk by. “Going to be cloudy but not a bad day overall, the top news of the day….” he says, trailing off as he walks farther away.

The couple looks at each other, smile softly knowing they slept the entire night and so did the kids. By the time they were dressed enough, Sisse already was in, and dealing with the little tikes.

“Think you will be late again tonight?” Khamyra says, almost done dressing as she is fitting an earring into her lobe, glancing back at the Champion trying to get into his pants that are a bit tight, much to Khamyra’s satisfaction.

Shaking his head, “have no idea, its always a crap shoot with them,” he responds wrapping a belt around him.

A quick kiss to Khamyra, the kids and a hug for Novalee, and Chance is out of the manor. It was a cloudy day and a bit brisk with the winds starting to pick up. He makes his way into the compound.

The quarter elf is standing around Bastians lab, eating a sweet bread and drinking some wonderful bean water. Everyone was present for the Dahlia. Oddly enough Bastian is not there, but two of his tables has all the books lined up one after the other.

Emeric, glances at everyone who is present, then back at the entrance and in walks Sakine, a little worse for wear. She sits, with her ink and parchment, eyes a bit red. She has a nice green top that pushes out her boobs, and skin tight leather pants and some nice loafers. But her hair is a bit of a wreck and she is rubbing her temples. A waft of booze and smoke comes in the room.

“Late night Sakine?” Chance muses taking a deep bite of the wonderful bread.

Shaking her head, “not sure if it was late night or early morning…” she snaps back with a bit of whip.

“We are all here, our meeting starts. but it is going to be somewhat short. Not a lot to report right now. Our current investigation is at a stand still, and nothing urgent has come up. Anyone got anything to report,” he finishes looking about the room, and taking his third glance to the books, pointing, “anyone want to tell me what is with these books?”

Chance gulps down the bread, and walks forward, “I reminded Bastian that there was once a message hidden in a remote book a while ago, and that got his wheels turning. We looked through a few books but we weren’t getting anywhere and I took off because I was getting Hangry,” the large man says with a smirk.

“Hangry?” Veronna says, raising an eyebrow.

Carver laughs, “yeah, hungry and angry… hangry!”

“If there is nothing else, we will report to the entrance to the college just outside the inner walls. We will be training and Helkyr has taken over the gymnasium they built, for the winter,” Emeric says pointing out the door.

The group all grabs what they need and heads out to the large upper entrance of the college. Large double doors, that has a green star guard standing next to it. Upon entering it is a large entrance for what is to be faculty. Some doors on far walls, but Emeric leads them down a flight of stairs, into another entrance hall. The building itself looks to be almost completed, but there is little decoration; the walls are bare and drab. This is where the students entrance will be when it all starts. They walk a bit and head inside an open entrance to a large room that is easily 120 x 200 feet, high ceilings. It is all empty except a dwarf, a few crates, some weapons and a woman.

A woman in this rag tag armor, dropping her battle staff races for Chance and practically tackles him.

With a laugh and a big smile, the Champion returns the embrace, “Talia, how good it is to see you!”

“Been too long you dill-hole, you have to visit more often!” she yells at him, then stops looks around at the other people who now are chuckling or have smirks on their face.

Carver chuckles, smiles, “hee-hee, dill-hole.”

Talia whirls to meet his eyes to possibly scold him and she stops, slowly smiles and what Chance would assume, melts. “Uh, hello there, I am, uhh, I am well, I am…”

The rogue gives her a look, walks to her, shakes her hand, “Talia? I believe you are Talia Stotz.”

Her eyes bulge a little wondering how he knows her and she blushes, still holding on to his hand. Then nods and tries to flirt with her eyes.

“Well if we are done holding hands, lets get to it, shall we?” Emeric says and immediately afterwards;

A loud booming voice, “hey no prissy boys in here!” as it echoes through out the room, to a few chuckles.

Chance walks faster to the stoic man and they warrior handshake, Helkyr in his usual half armor half casual gear, grinning ear to ear, “good to see you my boy,” he says.

“Good to be seen my friend,” the Champion responds.

Everyone is introduced and afterwards weapons are evaluated, some new ones thrown into the mix. Helkyr still doesn’t get anywhere near “Silent Fate” but eventually approves and then some training starts.

“I wanted training on working as a team. I think we all fight pretty good on our own, but as a group we need to be efficient and hard to attack,” Emeric says, then glancing to Helkyr.

The Dwarf steps forward, “the first thing we will train on is the initial contact, if you four are what we are working with, we need to come up with a standard formation so no one is guessing when the blood starts to fly.”

After some discussion, it goes as such: Emeric is front and center, to his left is Carver, to his right is Chance and behind them will be Verrona. A standard Diamond formation.They go over different kind of encounters. Bigger enemies, small armies, even a few enemies that might be similar to them. The group walks through some ideas and theories on how to start and things they can do. Almost like it was a walk through for a play.

The group hasn’t broke a sweat yet, and Talia looks to the entrance, “Cassie? err, I mean the Baroness?” the daughter of Plugr says, eyebrow raised.

The beautiful blonde Baroness walks in wearing some royal attire looking everyone over, they all bow a bit in respect except Chance who walks to her and they hug. “Good to see you my Baroness,” Chance says leaning into the hug.

“Sorry to break up the training session, but the King and Queen has requested your presence, food will be included, so just head there when you wrap this all up…” Cassie says with a smile, turns and starts to walk away, but quickly looks back, “but not you Talia, sorry.”

The girls shoulders sag a bit, and the Witchblade glances back to Helkyr who is annoyed, shaking his head.

Carver makes his way to Talia, much to her delight and shyness. They say a few things and Carver heads back to the group, blushing a little.

Everyone gathers in the middle of the large room, Emeric a little concerned.

“Not sure what this is about, I was thinking we might get interrupted by Bastian or McKenna, but the King and Queen,” he says shaking his head a bit, “never like the sound of that unannounced.”

The four of them head out, up the flight of stairs, out of the upper entrance and to the Castle. The entryway is pretty busy and it is armed to the teeth.

“Did something happen here?” Carver says looking around seeing the steel, and the people.

It is returned with some shoulder shrugs and shakes of their heads.

They are allowed into the throne room, and the smell of stew hits them and everyone smiles. It is a bit past high sun and they were getting hungry. In the room is:

• King Bozutto
• Queen Affinity
• Duke Xavier
• Baroness Cassandra
• Jeramiah
• Ronnald
• Esmershard
• Bastian
• McKenna
• …and now the Black Dahlia

Everyone sits down and they have stew in front of them with bread and a mug of water.

“Thank you all for coming, sorry to interrupt your day,” Bozutto says coming in from the side, and rubbing his hands together looking at the food. “In my attempt to keep everyone informed of important things, I wanted to call this meeting.”

He glances around, spots the empty seat and then looks to Affinity, “we invited her right?” he asks.

She nods her head almost making the crown fall off her head. She grabs it and smirks.

Then the doors open and in walks a gorgeous Onyx Elf. A skin tight body like suit that is pitch black, a flowing cape behind her, jewelry to accent her skin and eyes, medium length hair, big brown eyes, a heart shaped face and curves on curves. The room grows dead quiet. Khamyra stops looking at everyone, “sorry had to explain to our… ummm, Dean, I was needed in the throne room, he apparently does not believe anything I say…” she says with a bit of force, wanting to continue but stops short of insulting the man.

Chance is staring at his wife, wanting to go over and kiss her, hug her and well, maybe not “that” in front of people, but he then glances about the room and everyone is a bit star struck. Her advancement in being a Warlock has afforded her the improvement of her looks, although she was already stunning. It is almost like a spell goes over the people who are in her presence.

“I will talk with him, again…” Cassie says with a half sigh, “you two need to get along better. That means you too…”

Khamyra went to say something, then shakes her head knowing this is not the time. Glancing to her husband she winks, makes her way over to a seat by Esmershard and sits.

Everyone starts to eat and after a short time, the King stands back up, wipes his mouth, “I think we all know what this is about, Varrow and the new threat he poses. Bastian, would you like to start?”

The master witch stands up and twitches a few times, looks around. “I will defer to the head of Black Dahlia, they are in the trenches with this and I think he would be the best to talk about it. Emeric?”

“Thank you Bastian,” Emeric says standing up, “It began when we were tasked with finding the missing people and…” he begins to talk and he fills everyone in on the situation from start to what it is now.

By now most people were done eating, they were sipping their mint water and listening. Emeric finishes and sits back down.

“This reedur-ricky thing, how dangerous is it? What do we truly know about it?” Bozutto says looking about the room, then to the Realms historian.

Esmershard moves and it takes a moment for the older man to rise, “Bastian sent me a note about it and we have been doing a pretty thorough search for any mention of this artifact,” he starts, shaking a bit from standing so quickly, “but it will take time. We should have more for you in the next day or two.”

A smile and nod of the head from the King, he motions him to sit, and Esmershard does just that.

“We know it is meant to deal with necromancy, we know there is 3 major necromancing stones in the contraption and we know it can’t be used willy-nilly like,” Bastian says giving a little twitch, “it has to be inserted into the body, somewhere, somehow, and only then can it be used correctly. The terrible power it wields? Well, I am unsure about that just yet, but much like Esmershard says, it takes time to research.”

Bozutto nods, in deeper thought now, a bit of worry on his face, “can you theorize what it might be used for?”

Cassie stands up suddenly, “I am pretty sure Skello was looking for it decades ago. At that point we knew of the artifact by name and nothing more, frustratingly nothing more actually,” she shudders a bit remembering, “if that lich got a hold of that artifact and made use of it, we might not be standing here today. But at the time it was secondary to our mission, so we never pursued the knowledge.”

The King nods to her, smiles softly. Cassie sits back down.

“To control the undead, I think that can be assumed,” Bastian starts in, “but what else can it do? Possibly make living people into undead, command an army of undead without any use of mana or god given powers, to manipulate some of the more unique underearth to their persuasion… but that is just pure speculation,” the Master Witch says staring forward almost in a trance. “My guess is, Varrow created this thing, it only makes sense since he was the one to perfect necromancy, and good ol’ Atticus granted him the invoking ability.”

The room was dead quiet as everyone was a bit shell shocked by those statements.

“Now that we are all caught up, I am hoping we can collectively figure out what to do next,” the young King says looking about, trying to shake the bad vibes, “Bastian you have something more for us?”

The twitchy man stands back up, smiling, “well last night as we were cleaning up, Chance reminded me of a book we once looked through that had an imprint of sorts on the pages. Looking down at the page in the book it was invisible, but putting the single page up to light, you could see what it said.”

“McKenna and myself were going to call it a night when we both realized that there was certain letters underlined in the books, and of course it wasn’t in the first few pages, some were on the first, others randomly in pages… (twitches). There was a constant though, and almost everyone of them said “k – e – y” and then a number, but nothing else,” he says finishing off the long explanation.

The King looks to him, “key? …and what does that mean?”

Shrugging his shoulders, “I don’t know. We were extremely tired and it was past high moon, but I think we need to have a look back at all the stuff pulled out of the locations and also revisit them. I am hoping there might be something in there that we missed that will, de-code, what needs to be de-coded, if you will.”

Everyone nods a bit, then Bastian motions for Khamyra, “Khamyra, I know there has been some interaction with you and Varrow, care to fill us in?”

Eyes as wide as could be she gives the Witch a look, then glances to Chance. Slowly standing up, she takes a deep breath, “Well, its complicated, and was supposedly private,” she says giving her husband a dirty look.

Chance leans back a bit, looks down and pushes a napkin across the table.

“A month after My Lords ascension, I started having dreams, or, what I thought were dreams. Just voices and talking, but nothing I could really remember or make any sense of. A few times my eyes and power would fluctuate without my knowledge until someone told me. Recently they have started up again, but I have learned to suppress them enough to not really bother me,” she finishes, looking down thinking about it all.

Bozutto twitches his mouth thinking, “with this interaction of sorts, anything you can tell us, like why he is bothering you?”

She pauses a moment, not really wanted to say why but figures she might as well at this point, “my mana, M’Lord. I have more mana than anyone else by a long shot, on Legon. I guess he has a way of extracting it, otherwise why would he be bothering with me.”

Nodding his head the King responds, “ahh yes, for the years of having the ability to safely cast spells, the mana is more readily available to you.”

Khamyra nods and continues, “yes, and as a Warlock, Finster being my Patron, he has granted me a lot more mana.”

Everyone looks about the room, impressed and nodding their heads.

The Warlock sits down with a bit of huff, the King stands back up.

“Anything to add anyone?” Bozutto asks, and its received with a shake of their heads.

He nods looks back to Affinity who softly smiles and shakes her head, “then this meeting is adjourned. Any new information I would appreciate us getting a memo immediately, thank you!”

Everyone is standing up, talking now and Khamyra makes her way over to Chance, “really? What else are you telling people?” she says half angry half confused in a hushed tone.

Chance shakes his head, “nothing hun, but I am only telling the Ward and…” he tries to respond, but gets interrupted.

“It’s my story to tell Chance, not yours…” she says with a bit of force, and for some reason she seems very guarded about it.

The quarter elf is just staring at his beautiful wife, waiting for a reaction, and he is getting more confused by the second. “Why is she being like this, about Varrow, doesn’t make sense, she told Cassie, didn’t she?” He thinks to himself.

“Well, I have to get back to work,” says coldly, then the Warlock gives the Champion a peck on the cheek and heads out.

Chance just lets out a sigh and slowly shakes his head, turns to see the Dahlia looking back at him, wide eyes.

“Coming,” the quarter elf says with little enthusiasm, and heads for the group.

Emeric gathers them in the entrance, inbetween the many guards and people walking through. “Calling it a day,” he says with a smile, “we will be having long days ahead I am sure, so I want to fit in a few short ones to compensate.”

The group all says their goodbyes and they head for their respective abodes.

Turn Based Begins Now

Chance: Sigh a bit knowing Khamyra is none to happy with me, confused as to why as well.

DMaster: You are in the entrance to the Castle, Dahlia has all went their own way. It is still cloudy a bit cool, and roughly about 2:00 PM.

Chance: Check my money in my pouch, see how much I have. Is my money pouch on my belt?

DMaster: yeah, you carry a modest sum, Khamyra always has it ready for you. I’ll say 2 platinum, 20 gold, 10 silver and 10 copper

Chance: With that being said I make my way to Fycon’s and pick up a few raspberry truffles.

DMaster: You make it there, its early, and there are only a few people. You get a waiter and they get the truffles. You pay for 6 truffles (in a box) 1 gold. Then head back, its about 3:00 PM now.

Chance: Then make my way back to the manor.

DMaster: As you head for your stone and rod iron gate to your place, you see a man, leaning against the stone. He is about 6 foot tall, mid length hair, middle aged, in some rangy leather armor. He sees you, turns and starts to walk away. You were about 30-40 feet from him.

Chance: See if I caught a glimpse of who it could be.

DMaster: He does not look familiar, though you only got a glance and he has his back to you now, walking briskly away.

Chance: Chan: uhh, excuse me, can I help you?!
I am hollering this as he is walking away as I try to catch up to him

DMaster: He is walking fast. He is keeping his distance, probably will make it to the 2nd inner city entrance soon, unless you outright sprint for him

Chance: I am going to sprint then. Someone hanging around my house, I don’t like it

DMaster: He finally stops hearing you race after him. You are 2 blocks from your manor now.

Chance: Turn him around.
Chan: Sorry if I startled you. But hanging around my home is not something I recommend

DMaster: He is quiet, nods his head does not make eye contact.

Chance: Chan: now is there something or someone you needed?
Giving this man a look

DMaster: Shakes his head, still quiet

Chance: Chan: you could at least say something or better yet, quit hanging around my house, are we clear?
Letting a little light beam out of my eyes

DMaster: His eyes bulge a little. He nods his head and walks off.

Chance: Watch him walk away making sure he is out of sight before turning back to the manor.

DMaster: He turns to the last inner gate, that leads into the main city. Walks through and he is gone

Chance: make my way back towards my home, thinking I will keep this noted, and look around before heading inside.

DMaster: You do not find anything unusual. It’s cloudy a wee bit chilly, but not for you.

Chance: Make my way inside, put Silent Fate up against the wall and head straight to the kitchen with the box of truffles in hand. In the back of my head hoping this will make up for me giving away Khamyra’s info.

DMaster: You stop suddenly, see this man, eating what looks like a snack, sitting at the table. Novalee is cutting vegetables, preparing dinner

Chance: A small smile goes to my face seeing this
Chan: Novie, you didn’t tell me we would be having company

DMaster: The man glances over. Novie with a start, looks, starts to blush
NOV: Oh, you are home! well.. yeah this is my uhhh…
This man in the kitchen is giving her a look and a smirk

Chance: Chan: it’s alright Novie, this would be your boyfriend, I am guessing
smirking a bit at how much she is blushing

DMaster: Her eyes bulge and she blushes more, the man gets up and offers a handshake
JUD: Name is Judson. The boyfriend.

Chance: I extend my hand to shake his
Chan: Chance, one of the owners of this fine house

DMaster: He nods, glances back to Novalee
JUD: Got to go hun, work calls
He walks over gives her a kiss on the cheek, nods his head to you again
JUD: Nice meeting you

Chance: Chan: It was nice to finally meet you, Novie wouldn’t you like to see Judson to the door?

DMaster: She nods shyly and walks him to the door

Chance: Can’t help but chuckle a little as she does. Grab a seat and sit down trying to go over the meeting in my head and Khamyra’s behavior

DMaster: Novalee comes back in
NOV: Sorry you haven’t met him until now, you are never home. He is a one star guard, works the evening or night shifts usually
She starts in on cutting veggies again, humming a tune.

Chance: Chan: it’s alright Novie, you deserve to be happy as well and yeah being back in the ward doesn’t allow me much time home. But it was nice to meet him.
Give her a look.
Chan: Have you noticed anything about Khamyra? Acting weird?

DMaster: Raises an eyebrow, shakes her head.
NOV: Not that I could tell…
She smiles wanting to say something else but doesn’t. You two have some fun conversation for an hour or so. Then you hear the door open, and close. A tingle shoots through your toes.

Chance: A small smile goes to my face, I get up from the table and make my way towards the entrance way.

DMaster: You almost run into her, and she skitters to a halt.
KHA: Novie did… uhhh… Chance?
She looks at you, eyebrow raised.
KHA: You. Are home… alright then.

Chance: Chan: You seem surprised I am home, is everything okay?
Keeping an eye on her, and her mannerisms.

DMaster: The Onyx elf moves past you, then gives Novie a look and the elf just shrugs her shoulders
NOV: He finally met Judson
Novalee says to break the tension that is slowly growing.

Chance: Smile softly, turn around. Thinking: No hug, really?
Chan: yes I did. He seems nice. If he makes you happy Novie, then I am happy
Giving Novie a smile
Chan: but anyways love, I stopped at Fycon’s and got you a little something. I know it doesn’t make up for, you know…

DMaster: Khamyra gives you a quick hug, her eyes light up
KHA: Oh. ok. yeah, I’ll never say no to Fycons
She seems very preoccupied and in deep thought.

Chance: Chan: I know that I probably should of got with you about the Varrow thing, but I assumed it was OK since we told Cassie and Ronnald already. I also did not know we were having that meeting, hell, Emeric didn’t know either.
Giving her a small smile, shrugging my shoulders.

DMaster: She seems preoccupied and nods
KHA: Yup. I will be back, I have to get changed
She walks past.
NOV: So why you home early? Everything alright?

Chance: Glance back as she walks away, sigh. I guess I will wait till she is out of the room.
Chan: Emeric gave us an early day, just to compensate for the longer ones, I guess.
Give the Elf a sincere look.
Chan: Novie, have you noticed anyone strange hanging outside the manor?

DMaster: NOV: No, I haven’t… but I don’t really look out the front windows much.
Gives you a curious look.
NOV: Chance. What is eating you?
She throws you a cut carrot to eat

Chance: Smirk a bit then chuckle
Chan: Now do I look like a horse?
Take a big bite.
Chan: Something just isn’t right, got a gut feeling.

DMaster: She is working on the meal. Then you hear the front door open and close, much quieter

Chance: Chan: hear that? (saying to Novie)
Get up and head towards the front door, since it was way too quiet for my liking

DMaster: Novie shrugged her shoulders. The entrance is empty

Chance: Grabbing silent fate I will head upstairs towards my bedroom

DMaster: The front door opens and closes quiet again

Chance: I am listening as I move towards the bedroom, semi-sneaking, then turn when I hear the door again.

DMaster: you are sneaking and Khamyra glances up to you from the middle of the entrance way, raises an eyebrow
KHA: Uhhh, what are you doing?

Chance: Relax. Walk down the stairs
Chan: Thought I heard the door open and close quietly.

DMaster: She stops, looking at you, shakes her head. Confusion on her face.
KHA: Yeah it was me, checking the mail
She shows you a few parchments in her hand. Still giving you a semi-annoyed look, and walks to the Kitchen

Chance: Shaking my head thinking this is really getting weird, or maybe I am over reacting. Thinking of Britney and what she said to me once.

 

Chance: thinking I need sometime to wrap my head around what is going on, and calm down. I don’t want another Britney incident. I head upstairs to our bedroom, out the balcony doors and lean on the railing.

DMaster: You can faintly hear Novalee and Khamyra working together to finish dinner. Kids are starting to yap away, they had a late nap and Sisse is with them in the room. She tends to take a nap with them now, and Khamyra and yourself have no issues with that. Khamyra peeks her head in the bedroom and waves you down for dinner, it is almost ready.

Chance: Make my way to the kitchen.

DMaster: Dinner is almost done, but Khamyra has detoured to the office room and is putting a few things away.

Chance: Make my way to the office
Chan: Umm, I have to ask. Have you noticed anyone hanging around outside the manor?

DMaster: Her head snaps to yours
KHA: No, but… I am guessing he was here. Middle aged man, a bit scruffy? I was waiting on a delivery
She looks at you

Chance: Give her an odd look.

DMaster: KHA: Did he.. give you anything?

Chance: Chan: no, other than a little anxiety. I think I might have scared him off
Looking down face flushing a bit

DMaster: She sighs, shakes her head.
KHA: It’s ok, hopefully he will be back tomorrow.

Chance: Chan: I mean some guy just hanging around near our home you know just throws me into defensive mode. I didn’t mean to scare him off but he wouldn’t say a word to me when I confronted him. Of course I got frustrated and might have given him a little light show
Smirking, rather proud of that

DMaster: She rolls her eyes and starts for the door, the kids are heading downstairs. Sisse is bringing them.

Chance: Might as well spend time with the kiddos since I don’t get to be home much

DMaster: they are set up in the kitchen and you head in. The kitchen is bright with the large candle-opera hanging. The large table in the middle of the room has food and drink on it. Novalee is sitting down chatting with Sisse about the stinky diapers this afternoon. Khamyra giggling and laughing at the antidote. You pause a moment and realize no matter what is going on, this is my priority. This is my world. Though the nagging feeling that Khamyra is holding things back. The night goes on with good times, good food, some truffles, a cheri by the fire with Novalee, Khamyra and Sisse before she left. You head up stairs, and fall asleep pretty quickly.

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Thuralay 1:00 AM

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DMaster: The Kids are sick. Nothing to bad, fever, whiney, etc. You are up most of the night with Khamyra & Novalee consoling them, etc. Lasts for a good 3 hours or so. DM: Todd rolls a “2” for sleep.

Chance: once we get the kids to settle a little, go get cleaned up since it doesn’t look I am getting much sleep. Then get in some clean clothes

DMaster: it’s about 4:00 AM, you got about 2 hours of sleep. Khamyra is fast asleep with both kids on the floor of their room, on a blanket, arms around them.

Chance: Squat and watch them sleep together. Smile across my face. Then trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake Khamyra or the kiddos up. I will grab Silent Fate and put my scabbard around my waist and head downstairs to the kitchen. Heading into the kitchen, look around so I can make some tea

DMaster: The house is dark and quiet. You fumble around looking for things, and it was good, learned where most of the stuff is in the Kitchen. Then you make tea.

Chance: Grab a cup and head into our office and maybe root around through the papers to get a better idea of what is suppose to be delivered.

DMaster: You walk in and it is a bit of a mess. You look through some things. Mostly work, class schedules, then some financial things, but its just like taxes, food, etc. DM: Todd rolls a 22 for Investigation. You find some papers, there are some ingredients you are not familiar with, and some information about a trap? The handwriting is unmistakable. A name pops out to you, “Kingsley” and some information about a delivery.

Chance: See who’s hand writing it reminds me of

DMaster: You know it is Velencia’s

Chance: Shaking my head and reorganize the papers so Khamyra can’t tell I was looking at them. Quietly leave the office and head for the living room and just get lost with my thoughts. Stay in a semi Champion mode to fight the fatigue I am sure to get.

DMaster: The fire is barely going right now, just some embers. It gets to be about 6:00 AM

Chance: If it feels chilly in the living room I will put some more wood on the fire. sitting there staring at the fire a bit let my thoughts drift a bit

DMaster: The fire slowly starts to get big again. You finish off the tea, once everyone gets up you give them a hug or Kiss. You let Khamyra know your not sure when you will be home. Pass by Sisse on your way out and you are heading into the Compound. It was a partly cloudy day, a bit breezy and no more than 40-45 degrees.

DMaster: Walking into the lab, Bastian is there reading things over. He glances up and smiles.
BAS: Mornin’ Chance.

Chance: Chan: Good Morning Bastian. Question. You ever get that gut feeling someone is hiding something from you?
Giving him a chuckle, knowing I did that when I first was showing signs of being the champion

DMaster: he nods, glances to you
BAS: Uhh, Black Ward, we have more secrets than a whore house has, well… whores?

Chance: Chan: Yeah, I know but you know what I mean, when it’s someone close to you
Sigh a bit

DMaster: Nods his head
BAS: Yeah, why?

Chance: Chan: I know I told her I wouldn’t say anymore without asking, but some things have been going on

DMaster: Raises an eyebrow
BAS: Who? and like what?

Chance: Chan: Khamyra. Someone hanging around outside the manor for starters, then she said she was waiting on a delivery. I think I might have scared away that delivery person. But it was not like he had boxes or a bag with him. What was he delivering?
Shaking head.

DMaster: BAS: did you ask what the delivery was?

Chance: Chan: well. no. You know someone strange hanging outside my house and all. I went kind of into protection mode.
Pause shake my head.
Chan: especially when they wouldn’t even say a word to me

DMaster: BAS: Well, maybe they’re not keeping anything from you, you’re not asking the right questions you goof

Chance: Chan: maybe, I am just being paranoid I don’t know
Sigh a bit
Chan: you know what maybe it’s this whole Varrow thing weighing on me

DMaster: BAS: could be, but if it isn’t Varrow then its something else it seems. No rest for the Champion.

Chance: Smirk a bit.
Chan: I mean I do have the Atticus blood flowing in me. Maybe that’s why he is getting more active now. It’s just if he did anything to come after anyone I cared about…

DMaster: He is nodding his head, obviously very interested in the Atticus blood. But then the group starts to pile in. Carver first, Emeric then Verrona.

Chance: Seeing the group starting to pile in I give Bastian a look as to say, I will shut up.

DMaster: He nods. Everyone greets each other. Food and bean water brought in. everyone digs in.
CAR: It’s real nice that Black Ward buys us food every day.
He is smiling, nodding his head. Bastian scoffs, and without thinking,
BAS: Emeric pays for it, Black Ward wouldn’t do that for… you, ahhh, hell.
Emeric, frowning looks to his direct boss shaking his head.
BAS: Oh shit (twitch) I mean…
His shoulders sag.

Chance: Eyes grow a bit big, looking at Emeric.

DMaster: The entire room looks at him.

Chance: Put down my food, grab a Platinum and slide it to Emeric. Making eye contact.

DMaster: Carver does the same and Verrona is fumbling with her pouch.
EME: No, no, this is not what I want, I do this because I want everyone concentrating on work, not what you are going to eat, where to go, when to buy it, etc.
He sighs loudly as Verrona slides a platinum his way. He is staring at the Platinum, shaking his head.
EME: 3 Platinum, where do you think I am getting this, Fycons?
He says laughing.
EME: I have a deal with the Castle, and it is not that expensive.

Chance: Pick my food back up, take a bite. In a muffled eating, funny way
Chan: Good for a month or two then.

DMaster: Everyone smiles at you, nods their head. Emeric grabs the platinum, but not before giving Bastian another quick look.

Chance: Just sit back, drink my bean water and wait to see what is said

DMaster: Sakine comes in, looks much better this morning. Emeric stands up.
EME: Not much to report on anything as of now, plus we are still working things out.
He smirks
EME: We are heading back to that old warehouse and we are going to go over it with a fine tooth comb

Chance: Nod my head knowing that will make me stop thinking about things so much.

DMaster: You finish up, you gear up best you can and head out. Make it through the city, where everyone is eyeing you all up, matching Armor and armed to the teeth, except you, you are just in normal clothes. Whispers and points, some one saying “uh oh, shits going down…” You head into the pit and to those old unused warehouse(s). As you approach, you see the door swing open to the place you were to investigate and someone race out and down the street away from you.

Chance: Chan: We got a runner!

DMaster: EME: Chance After him! Carver, to the roof! Verrona, secure the warehouse!

Chance: I go into full champion mode, and turn to give chase.

DMaster: DM: He rolls twice. One for speed another for acrobatics in the chase. Chance gets double movement in Champ form. He rolls a 18 for speed, 13 for acrobatics. The man rolled 19 for speed and 21 for acrobatics.

Chance: Trying to catch this person without not loosing sight of the rest of the group

DMaster: The man runs a few blocks. A few people on the street jump back seeing this unfold. By the time you get full throttle, he dives into a vacant condemned house. You hear some things getting thrown, movement inside.

Chance: try to regain my footing before I change directions towards the house, making sure the group is behind me

DMaster: You glance back to see Emeric.
EME: Keep chase, keep on him!
He is yelling, trying to keep up with you.
DM: Todd rolls his famous “1” for his Acrobatics.
You slide, grab hold of something then start into the house, jumping over a couch that looks like someone used it for a toilet. Jumping out the window where you assume he went, your one foot lands, it gets thrown from a loose piece of wood. You go to balance and your foot gets caught on the edge of the window. Your head, the pavement, connect and connect hard. Crack! Taking 1 hp of damage.

Chance: getting up, mad, I heal myself and throw the wood underfoot.

DMaster: As you heal yourself Emeric is half into the house, eyes wide seeing you take a header. Off he goes down the makeshift alley, past you, behind the house. Glancing up, you see Carver jumping and running from rooftop to rooftop.

Chance: Head out of the house and look down the road.

DMaster: As you get out you see Verrona racing past you before you make it out.
CAR: He is double backing!

Chance: Race out and look both ways, waiting.

DMaster: Emeric in the distance, can be heard.
EME: Heading your way Chance!
By that time you see the man jut out of the alleyway…
MAN: Oof! Ow!
Carver jumped down on the man who was running out into the main road. Shortly after Emeric bolts out and glances down to you.

Chance: Walk to them shaking my head.

DMaster: Carver has a big smile on his face. Wants to blurt out probably some jabs, after seeing you take a header. But he doesn’t. Emeric walks over, looks at you.
EME: We have him.
Smiles, still looking in amazement.
EME: For a Champion, you sure are a clutz
He says with a bit of playfulness

Chance: Smirk and shake head
Chan: just give me something to stab already
Saying it with as much playfulness as I can muster. Then glare at the man changing back from Champion mode.

DMaster: Verrona comes whipping out of a window, slides to a halt next to you. Carver is letting him up, after he has bracelets on him. His hood drawn.

Chance: Walk to him, grab the hood and pull it down making sure I get a tight grip on his arm.

DMaster: Your eyes bulge seeing him.

Chance: Eyes beam some light. Growl / hiss.
Chan: You…

DMaster: It was the same man who was outside your house, He is looking at everyone and backs a bit from you.
MAN: Why are you chasing me?

Chance: Eyes as slits, growl again.
Chan: No, the question is, why did you run from “us?”

DMaster: MAN: From you? (scoffs) I was running from whatever was coming up from those tunnels. I was spooked and I for sure wasn’t going to stick around and find out.
EME: Son of a bitch, Kingsley. Why am I not surprised.
He has a familiar type smirk, shit eating grin.
EME: Verrona? What was in the warehouse?
VER: Camerondale guards. Two of them. Pretty scary.
She says with some whip to it.
KING: Errr, if that was you guys, then I guess I was running from you.
He chuckles.
EME:So, you are aware of what that old warehouse was? Or what it was used for? How?
He nods his head.

Chance: Wait, thinking Kingsley was the name on one of the papers in our Office back at the Manor.
Chan: okay, running from what’s in the tunnels, that doesn’t begin to describe your actions and then being outside my home yesterday?

DMaster: Emeric gives you a glance and looks shocked
EME: Outside your home?
KING: I was to make a delivery, which I did this morning. That cute blonde elf took the package
He snickers.
KING: Not that package, of course. Not that I wouldn’t…

Chance: Push him, growl.

DMaster: Carver giggles a little, Verrona shakes her head.

Chance: get right up in the man’s face, say quietly.
Chan: you are lucky I didn’t “accidentally” gut you

DMaster: Emeric puts his hand on your shoulder
EME: Easy Chance, lets just calm down.
The man looks at you, wide eyes.
KING: Chance?
He says with a bit of a chuckle

Chance: nod my head and look at Emeric, then snap my head to him.

DMaster: KING: Chance… Axion?
A big smile washes over his face.
KING: Oh boy
Finishes with a chuckle.

Chance: Chan: you, are really trying my patience…

DMaster: He looks down and clams up
EME: Mr. Tinsdale. The acquirer of rare objects by any means necessary… why were you in the warehouse?
Kingsley shaking his head, frowns a bit.
KING: Not exactly the best business promo I guess, it seemed to have followed me everywhere…

Chance: Chan: I guess the next question is what were you acquiring in the warehouse?
Tightening my grip a bit more on his arm.

DMaster: KING: Easy on the merchandise there, I am not going anywhere
Emeric nods then taps you.

Chance: Release him.

DMaster: KING: I really can’t talk about what I was doing there, client confidentiality and all.
Emeric scrunches his eyebrows

Chance: Chan: oh can’t or won’t?

DMaster: He smiles
KING: Both
Carver looks to Verrona and smirks a bit. She smiles and shrugs her shoulders.

Chance: Chan: you do know there are ways I could make you talk and they aren’t pleasant.

DMaster: Emeric looks back to the other two, then to you.
EME: Well?
Looks back to Kingsley. The man shrugs his shoulders
KING: Not sure what you want me to tell you.
EME: This would really help us along if you told us what you were looking for

Chance: Waiting to see how Kingsley responds

DMaster: KING: Well, I would love to tell you but, I can’t…
He pauses, gives you a sly smile. Pauses a moment…
KING: Hey, it’s nothing personal

Chance: Eyes bulge.
Chan: What did you just say?
Put my hand on his shoulder and see if I can cause some pain

DMaster: He doesn’t make a noise, but his face is turning red.
EME: Chance! Stop…

Chance: Nod my head and stop
Chan: I am sorry Emeric, I hate hearing “it’s nothing personal.”

DMaster: Another shit eating grin.
KING: You don’t say?

Chance: turn away and look at Emeric
Chan: Emeric, we need to talk now

DMaster: He points to the man and Carver takes him over to the side of the road where they chat with Verrona… You two walk away
EME: What is going on, you seem to be in a mood today

Chance: Chan: the delivery he was suppose to make was to Khamyra. I don’t know what’s going on but I really don’t want to be the one to confront her even if it wasn’t for anything bad. Just something in my gut is eating at me.

DMaster: He nods his head.
EME: Far be it for me to tell you how to be in your marriage, but why wouldn’t you confront her? Is there something else going on? She is your wife after all.
He is giving you an odd look

Chance: I go on to explain about her attitude and everything that has been going on since the meeting

DMaster: He looks confused
EME: OK, Chance, I am not going to talk to you about marital things, that is up to you, and seems like a private thing. Why are we having this conversation?

Chance: Chan: I don’t know, its just… you know what? forget it. I will figure this out.

DMaster: He pats you on the back and heads back over. Carver and Kingsley are chuckling about a few things, Kingsley seems to be laying out jokes.
KING: So can I go now?
Looking at Emeric.

Chance: I hang towards the back of the group, letting Emeric take the lead.

DMaster: EME: Well, a few questions first
Kingsley sighs
KING: Ok ok, I do have to get going, mouths to feed, women to lay, you know

Chance: Growl.
Chan: you know if I didn’t know any better, you sound about as bad as that old thief Wilder

DMaster: Emeric glances back
EME: Well, yeah, it’s his business partner of sorts…
Looks back to Kingsley
EME: Doing just enough to stay out of trouble eh? Just enough to stay out of the dungeon.

Chance: Eyes huge, light beams.
Chan: oh really??

DMaster: EME: Did you find anything?
Raising an eyebrow
KING: No, I just walked in when I heard the trap door open. Then I took off like a bat out of hell

Chance: Chan: like we are supposed to believe that is how long you’ve been snooping around. If you are anything like Wilder, your word is no better than a sack of shit, and…
just glaring at him now
Chan: might wanna consider changing profession next time, you might not be so lucky

DMaster: KING: I’ve been doing this longer than you have been alive ol’ champ, you don’t worry about me
The leader has had enough of you.
EME: Chance. Can you wait for us over there please?
Emeric giving you a scolding look, pointing across the street.

Chance: Calm down, walk across the street but not far enough to not hear.

DMaster: EME: You don’t mind if we have a look?
Emeric nods to Carver and he looks him over.
KING: Hey, hey… can the cute elf look me over, I promise I won’t resist.
Verrona lets out a surprised laugh and shakes her head. Carver pulls out some coins, a key, a dagger
KING: My money, my house key and my protection.
EME: What led you here?
KING: City paper. Was curious. My gut, the wind, and the ambiance of it all!
EME: Well, I guess it is not against the law to be in there, though maybe we should put up some signs…
He ponders a moment
EME: Anyone else got any questions for him? Except Chance.

Chance: Just glare at him from across the street, feeling a bit silly.

DMaster: EME: Carver take off the cuffs, give him back his stuff

Chance: I will lean against the wall, watch and wait for Kingsley to leave

DMaster: Kingsley takes his things, does a sarcastic curtsies and walks away

Chance: Wait to see what Emeric decides to do now

DMaster: Waves you back over.
EME: Lets head back to the warehouse
You head back, head into the warehouse. The leader takes you a side from the others.
EME: Chance. I try not to scold my people in front of others, but you really need to get a handle on things. Well, at least put a lid on it. In another interrogation, this could of went sideways. Let me take the lead, I will always ask if there are other questions…

Chance: Sigh and nod my head.
Chan: Sorry, got a lot on my mind is all.

DMaster: Emeric grabs you forcefully. Looks into your eyes
EME: I do as well, but I don’t let them dictate or influence me when I am doing important things, understand? You are young, inexperienced and need some guidance. Let me help with this kind of thing. God knows I wouldn’t even know where to start with your powers, but diplomacy, rational thinking and logistics.
Still looking at you.

Chance: Smile, nod.
Chan: Yeah. Been accused of wearing my heart on my sleeve many times…

 

DMaster: The group starts to look around. Emeric orders a guard to get signs no trespassing

Chance: Thinking to myself, like that is really going to stop someone like Kingsley. Shaking my head and keep looking around

DMaster: No one finds anything. In the tunnels, in the rooms, etc. there is nothing. The investigators did a great job.

Chance: Keep looking around until Emeric decides to gather us back together to head to the compound.

DMaster: Emeric finally calls it, frustrated. You get back and its noon. Bastian walks over and gives you a nod.
BAS: Go get your new armor.

Chance: Nod my head at Bastian. Head to the armory to get my new BW armor

DMaster: Just then food was being delivered. Some meat strips, chips and fruit juice.
DM: Rolled a 18 for fit. It fits really good. Head back, everyone nods to you in approval at the new armor. Then you grab some grub. After eating, Emeric comes to you – hands you a note
EME: Royal note
Eyes big giving you a look

Chance: Chan: Get use to it, Emeric
Snickering a bit

DMaster: He walks off, taking a bite of food

Chance: Take the note and see what it says

DMaster: There is a note inside a note. The one is Azatina’s coronation, You and Khamyra are invited. The other is Affinity, a note saying you and Khamyra will leave with them Thursday AM, Be back Tuesday PM.

Chance: Thinking here we go. This should go over real well.

DMaster: EME: Anything I should know?
He says walking back over

Chance: I let him see the notes. Since I have nothing to hide from my new leader.

DMaster: He nods his head
EME: We will have Veritaan filling in for you when you are gone.
Smirks giving you a look.
EME: We were told to expect this

Chance: Chan: well, yeah, since I am also the Champion of the Court

DMaster: He nods his head. The Captain stops in, grabs some food.
HAR: Your new place up top is almost done
She says happily

Chance: Smile seeing the Captain. Taking the notes and place it somewhere safe on my belt

DMaster: The group heads up there and the workers are taking a break, the place looks done except there is no paint, decorations, fixtures.

Chance: Looking around with the group marveling at the work that has been completed

DMaster: You guys chat for a bit, then back to Bastian’s labs where boxes are starting to be brought back in. DM: Todd rolls a 17. OK, you are looking through things. Don’t find anything. You are about half way through, people bringing in things, Sakine trying to keep up with it. It gets to be roughly 5:00 PM
EME: Calling it for the night for our guys, head on home
He is grabbing his stuff. Bastia and McKenna are just finishing up things.

Chance: Nod my head
Chan: sounds good since all this looking through stuff is making me hangry
chuckling, walking out with the group

DMaster: They all say goodbye and head out.

Chance: Time to head home and have a little talk with Khamyra, after showing her the notes

DMaster: You get home, Khamyra is with the kids, getting them ready to eat. Novalee is halfway done cooking dinner, Sisse cleaning up a mess that Crayon made.

Chance: Before I do I make my way upstairs to the bedroom and ungear, to get comfortable and head back down with notes in hand.

DMaster: Khamyra gives you a kiss, Novie a hug. Kids, you give smooches on the head

Chance: Tuck the notes in my belt and help feed the kids

DMaster: It goes much better, they practically feed themselves. Which is nice.

Chance: As we get done feeding the kids look over to Khamyra
Chan: so these came for me while I was at work today, love.

DMaster: She looks at them, reads them and nods her head
KHA: Was waiting for this… well it will be a little vacation I guess.
She smiles, hands them back to you. Sisse is getting the kids cleaned up and ready for bed.

Chance: Once we get the kiddos situated, I give Khamyra a stern look.
Chan: Hun, we need to talk

DMaster: You are both in your room, it’s going onto 8:00 now. Kids are asleep, Sisse left, the Warlock is leaning back in bed reading a book. She puts the book down and glances over

Chance: Chan: the Dahlia had a little run in with Kingsley today
Looking over at her to judge her reaction.

DMaster: She sighs and looks down, shaking her head a bit.
KHA: Oh? What did he do now?

Chance: Give her a look.
Chan: So you know him. Wilder’s little butt buddy huh?
Look down and sigh heavily.
Chan: we had a run in with him coming out of a warehouse where the Split Jaws were holed up in. Then he said he had delivered his package. Why are you dealing with someone who has ties to Wilder?

DMaster: She is just looking down, then looks back up
KHA: I purposefully held info from you, and I am sorry, but I couldn’t risk you telling anyone, anything, especially the Dahlia.

Chance: Chan: I had a feeling you were keeping something from me
Step back, cross my arms, lean against the wall.

DMaster: KHA: That is why I was thrown about the meeting the other day. It almost put the raid we have planned at risk.

Chance: Look down

DMaster: KHA: Well, I, didn’t really want to keep it from you, but someone else did

Chance: Chan: oh, let me guess is it someone we know, queen skank?

DMaster: She just gives you a look
KHA: Well hun, we are setting a trap, or we are trying to…

Chance: Chan: you know, I don’t like that you kept me out of it
Still looking down a bit

DMaster: She nods,
KHA: Well it made it a bit easier with Velencia. Plus this is very complicated and involved right now.

Chance: Chan: well, why does than not surprise me when Velencia is involved in anything. You better not be taking any unnecessary risks hun.

DMaster: She gives you a look
KHA: We are trying to trap one of Varrows top people. Unnecessary risks is the name of the game.

Chance: My head snaps up
Chan: you know what, I am not sure I want to know.
Walk across the room and get a little red faced.

DMaster: KHA: We were going to confront you
She gets up, puts her book on the dresser

Chance: Chan: it’s bad enough I got the damn blood of atticus in me, now you wanna go trying to trap the first invoker who perfected necromancy. God dammit.

DMaster: KHA: Not him. But, hmmm trap is not maybe the best explanation… kill is more like it. We want one person, the rest will die most likely.
She looks to you, frowns.
KHA: Kingsley must of found out where his people were hiding inside the city and bad timing, he gets chased out. Honestly hun, I was going to talk with you tomorrow about it no matter what, we were just putting the last few pieces in place.

Chance: Chan: Kingsley is lucky he didn’t get gutted by me, or thrown across the road, or punched in the face.
Shake head, head down a bit still.
Chan: and just how do I explain this to the Dahlia?

DMaster: She gives you a look
KHA: Exactly why we couldn’t really tell you. As of now, you don’t, I don’t want anyone else fucking this up… been at this for weeks now. But you were gone so long, and it got complicated when the Split Jaws were found…

Chance: sigh and look down, again.

DMaster: KHA: Are you starting to understand why we didn’t want to tell you? Torn between telling the Dahlia and keeping a secret, if you didn’t know, you didn’t have to lie

Chance: Chan: Just delaying the inevitable. damn it to the fires and back…
I move closer to her, looking down on her a bit unhappy.
Chan: just please be careful, if anything were to happen to you

DMaster: She seems almost embarrassed, but looks back into your eyes.
KHA: Well, you are coming with us. I am going to ask you to take off Saturday. We are going to raid a hide out. We would like you to be with us

Chance: Chan: well I will have to lie about that, huh?
Raising an eyebrow.
Chan: Where is this raid?

DMaster: She sighs, turns to the dresser and puts her hands on it.
KHA: A day, day and a half ride south.

Chance: Scoff.
Chan: I am going to need more than just Saturday off, unless we leave Friday… and even then.

DMaster: She looks to you.
KHA: Velencia has created portals that work now. Hamza is already on his way to an Inn we found in a town called Oweninny. He has another sigil made from granite that he will set up in this master suite, big large room at the top of the Inn. We just have to ride to Velencia’s.

Chance: Chan: this just gets fucking better and better… I am guessing no blood magic. And riding to Velencia’s never ever caused me any shit with the Ward.
Finishing that off with sarcasm.

DMaster: She shakes her head, turns and leans against the dresser.
KHA: Monday you can tell them. Hopefully we will have everything we need to move the trap forward… or kill set, whatever you want to call it.

Chance: Chan: Not having warm fuzzy feelings about this, Khamyra.

DMaster: KHA: I don’t either, but I am done waiting for things to come to us. I want to take it to him and find a way to finish him.

Chance: Chan: and what if it doesn’t work the way you and Velencia have things worked out?

DMaster: She walks to you, looks up
KHA: Well, that’s life. But it will be me, Velencia, Shemrata, Hamza, not to mention a legion of Darklings that Rawek will bring up to assure no one escapes. Not like we are going in like a one legged toddler whipping a stick around.

Chance: Scrunch my eyebrows.
Chan: A toddler wat?
Sigh, again.
Chan: you know what this time we do it your way, but no more secrets, it has to stop.
Glare at her a bit.

DMaster: She looks down and nods

Chance: Chan: I was beginning to think I was paranoid with the way you have been acting. This division is actually just what I have been looking for and I don’t want to mess this up keeping things from them

DMaster: She nods
KHA: You can see our dilemma as well.
She walks over to the dresser and starts to get undressed for bed

Chance: Nod my head
Chan: I just have to come up with something good… that will be believable

DMaster: Taking off her top, she throws it into a basket.
KHA: Just tell them you need it off, you are not obligated to explain anything to them. We will get to Vel’s around 10:00 AM, then get transport to the other sigil. Prepare, then set up, then take out those fuckers at dusk.

Chance: Nod my head still not liking the feel of this
Chan: I still don’t like this at all but I will get it approved through Emeric. I need some air love

DMaster: she sighs shakes her head and climbs into bed
KHA: You always need air, or clear your head…
She mumbles.

Chance: go out on the balcony and lean on the rail for a bit
and just think. Before coming in, undress and climbing into bed

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Freya 7:00 AM

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DMaster: it was a decent sleep.

Chance: Gear up before leaving, since I think I wore the armor home.

DMaster: You get hugs, give hugs, kisses etc, then head to work

Chance: Make my way inside and go straight to the lab

DMaster: People are there, just getting in, boxes everywhere
EME: Meeting in a few, then we are going back to Helkyr to train for the morning. Afterwards we will continue to look, plus digging through books. Lots and lots of books.

Chance: Chan: Emeric I need to speak with you real quick
Put on the most serious straight face I can

DMaster: He glances to you, you walk over to the side. Sakine just showing up, hair a wreck, smelling of booze. Emeric sighs and rolls his eyes.

Chance: I explain needing off before seeing Sakine

DMaster: He nods his head.
EME: Not a problem, we don’t have anything pressing… that’s fine, be back Monday AM. Obviously you wont get paid for Saturday.

Chance: nod my head
Chan: That’s fine, thank You Emeric

DMaster: He waves you on. The meeting starts, not a lot said, just went over yesterday’s events. The ward is starting to trail Kingsley when they can.

Chance: Keep that in the back of my head, just to give Khamyra a heads up. Listen to the rest of the meeting, more eager to get to the morning training

DMaster: DM: Condensing. Not much else, you don’t find anything in the boxes, nothing more that they could find in a few books you looked through. Have about half the boxes to go. You finish breakfast and drink tea, then head to the new college, head into the auditorium. Helkyr is there, but not Talia.

Chance: Chan: Ahhh no Talia, sorry Carver.

DMaster: He blushes a little, shrugs his shoulders.
Verrona gives him a nudge,
VER: Wait. Did you go out on a date with her already?
He smiles big and nods his head.
CAR: Yeah, we went out for a drink

Chance: I will stop and look at him, smile on my face.
Chan: Really? Nice.
Then turn and get in his face, semi-playfully.
Chan: I would suggest that you don’t hurt her in anyway…
Eyes turn to slits.

DMaster: He backs up a bit, eyes a bit wide.
VER: Wow, Carver. You’ll have the Champion on your ass if you do….

Chance: Turn and chuckle.
Chan: No, No. What Talia would do, would pale in comparison to me…
Nodding my head as I head to the Weapons Master.

DMaster: Carver, wide eyes slowly walks forward, Verrona with a chuckle. Emeric rolling his eyes is waving everyone over. You go over training, everyone gets 5 xp today and 5 xp for the last time.

Chance: Finish the training up and head back to the compound to finish up the day

DMaster: Not much else, by the time you get back to the lab, they have finished everything in boxes. Bastian and McKenna both tell them they found nothing. Everyone is ready to leave. Emeric tells the group Veritaan will join them tomorrow since Chance is off. Everyone says goodbye and heads out. It is about 5 PM.

Chance: well needing some time to think before heading home. I make my way towards the Duke’s Den, stopping at the Statue of Vulcuran

DMaster: DM: Condensing. The streets are pretty full, looking up to the statue. After some deep thought, Chance heads into the Dukes Den, grabs a drink. Sit where he first met Khamyra. Drinks his drink and heads home. Walk in, you can hear everyone in the Kitchen, kids included.

Chance: Head upstairs, go ungear and get cleaned up, still needing a bit of time alone

DMaster: DM Shrugs his shoulders. Just do what you gotta do dude. Once you’re done with your thumb up your ass, whats next?

Chance: Spend some time with kiddos before they go to bed.

DMaster: You help feed them, though they do most of it on their own now. Have a good meal, some conversation and a few laughs with Khamyra and Novalee.

Chance: See if I can get in Khamyra’s pants before heading to bed.

DMaster: She does not resist. You two fornicate like two sludge mounds sliding down a massive pile of goo. Just go with it. You two fall asleep shortly afterwards… but Khamyra probably fell asleep during it. lol.

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Saturlay 7:00 AM

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Chance: Wake up before Khamyra and getting myself ready for the day

DMaster: You both wake up at the same time, start to get ready

Chance: Chan: I still hate not telling Emeric what was going on. I guess Monday I can fill him in and I am sure the royals too.
shaking head and grumble a bit

DMaster: She sighs heavily. Glances over to you. Then walks to you and turns you around.
KHA: Just stop it. OK? I think you can now understand why we hesitate to tell you until we did. As much as I adore your honor and your integrity, it can also be a bit overwhelming. Not to mention that you are torn between two worlds it seems.
She turns and walks to the dresser grabbing for another belt.
KHA: We are doing what we have to do, and this my dear…
She says looking over her shoulder.
KHA: Is for the safety of your wife.

Chance: Smile, nod head.
Chan: Yeah, that is very true.

DMaster: She smiles, walks over and gives you a kiss.
KHA: Small change in plans, we all agreed that you heading to Velencia on a day you asked off would be too many red flags, we are heading to Cullun’s Potion shop instead. We will portal from there.

Chance: Chan: Oh, you talked about this, I mean, well… ok
Shake my head and just go with it. Get in my Demon Armor, silent fate, cold blade and smaller other blades. My usual gear; my necklace of invisibility and my bracelet of valor. Even get the Mournlode shield too. I can switch if need be.

DMaster: You say goodbye to the kids and Novie, head to the stables.

Chance: Giving Toby a pat when I see him, as we mount up and ride

DMaster: You guys head to Greyshale, stable the horses at your old place, then head into Culluns. Cullun is there with another worker

Chance: Chan: good to see you Cullun

DMaster: He shakes your hand with a big smile.
CUL: You too

DMaster: You guys walk to the back room. Tables filled, some Dark Clerics there going through things, a granite 5 foot by 5 foot stone tablet on the ground with crazy sigils on it. Someone walks through and stops in front of both you and Khamyra
VEL: Is Chump all filled in on whats going down?