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Turning, Celica saw that the gnome was referring to Matthias and the ratfolk. "Yes; they're with us." Err ... at least the boy was. Why did he bring the ratfolk with him? She hoped the small fellow wouldn't cause any trouble for the shopkeeper, but also trusted the man-child's judgement; he had to have had some reason in bringing him along after all.

Entering the cart was everything she'd hoped for. Well ... no. An inter-dimensional mansion would have actually been better. But the small space was crammed full of magical items, the myriad auras eliciting a smile on the young mage's face. She breathed it in like someone who had just stepped out of a dusty room to take in a breath of rain-freshed air. Beautiful! The smile vanished rather abruptly as she remembered she wasn't at home any more. Looking into her bag, she scanned the ruby she'd picked up earlier to make (double) sure it wasn't itself magical. She could probably get half of what it was worth, but even with that, she didn't have enough to buy much of value. "Oh," she mused unconcernedly, as if her light purse wasn't a problem, "I'm not looking for anything in particular. Just wanted to see what you have. May I see your scrolls?" She could maybe pick up a scroll and add it to her collection and prepare later.
"Pink, Master Coattails. Something pink and beautiful for this young lady who has, I daresay, never experienced the absolute joy of silk!" Mari squirmed, her hand trapped in the crook of Celica's arm. Forcing Helping her telekinetic friend onto the dais so the halfling could take her measurements, the wizard smiled broadly in anticipation of what Mari was about to go through; beautification! Single-minded focus on her and her looks, and how best to bring her best features out! Like a mother hen, the mage cooed and clucked, prodded and pushed her along. Hold your arms out. Put your chin down. Now up. Hold those up. Push them together. Hands on hips. Hands down. Look left. Turn right. One foot. Other foot. Hold this swatch under your eyes, this one across your chest. Good. No. Try this. Do you prefer the cherry blossom or salmon? (Followed by secreted whispers to ignore that and go with this one instead.) How low-cut? Apron?! *Shrug.* Do what you can.

All in all, it was a good outing. As the halfling took down all of the information and began cutting materials, Celica sat nearby with a satisfied sigh. It amazed her how badly she'd needed this little outing, now she felt very good for all of the fun they'd had! When Master Coattails proudly held up the garment, Celica squealed and clapped her hands, and shoved bewildered Mari behind the screen with the clothing. She stood guard outside, drumming her fingers against their opposing forearms in anticipation. ... for about thirty seconds. When she could wait no longer, her red head darted around behind the screen, screaming unintelligibly as her whole, angry body rounded the privacy screen. "What in the nine hells are you doing?!?!" the profanity causing the shopkeeper to blush. Out from the secluded, unseen space, the tailor could plainly hear what sounded a lot like a heated version of the string of instructions that had flowed out of the mage earlier. This goes on first! Then that one! You have to hold this here and this one here while you button that! Okay, now suck in your breath and ...! *squeak!* No no no! Hold the air in your chest, not your gut! Like this! *silence.* Try again, on the count of 3, ready? One, t-! *squeak!* Much better! ...

Phew! Finally! There stood young Mari, in a flouncy and frilly dress before her small audience, looking more awkward than ... than ... than she would have had she just flashed some boy in a sideways inn room in the dark. Celica beamed, well pleased with her clasped hands covering her mouth to keep a delighted squeal in check. "You look so beautiful Mari!" She stood there, admiring the work of art for a moment. "Okay Coattails, now just bring this up another inch. Put some more floof in the shoulders and a little less ..." and the instructions began anew as Celica launched into round 2.
"Quit playing with the crinoline!" It was kind of weird that Mari had sat so far away from her around the fire. Now she couldn't slap the girl's hand to keep her from fidgeting with the slip! Oh well; from here, at least she could see her sitting (why did she look so awkward?) and monitor the looks Mari was receiving from the lads! She gave pink-bowed Mari a wink after the tallish carnival barker tipped his hat to her as he walked by.

Which was a welcome distraction from this stupid, terrible, dumb, hated, expletive of a code! She'd been at this for hours, and furiously scribbled out yet another line of reasoning that had run dry.

Silvermane's explanation satisfied her, and the mage returned blearily to her attempt at deciphering. She stared a long time at her own scribbles. All numbers had been used, except for zero. None of them used especially often. What if ...? Scribbling a bit more, Celica counted on her fingertips, muttering like she had been for some time. Then she stared some more. Re-checked her work. " 'Prince has been found'?" she asked no one and everyone. "Except it'd actually be 'foumd.' " So maybe not. Could it be that that second to last 4 was smudged or something?

Searching the faces of her companions, the redhead hoped the sentence would make sense to someone. Err ... the *almost* sentence anyway. The 'maybe misspelled' sentence. As she looked, she noticed the bird was still gone, and the silent bat climbed over her shoulder. "Find Cedric." she told the bat, which nodded, and flitted off into the night.
 
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Silvermare rises violently from her seat! "What!!? Whats does that mean, 'Prince has been found?' Which Prince? Who Prince!?!" She pans around to you five sitting in company ... then she stops on Matthias... "Holy Great God!! I can not believe it! YOU!! You are the Prince. That makes so much sense of how you knew all this information about Ryth-Gorium and its complicated inter-workings. Of Course! Holy HELL!! What have I gotten myself into!" She steps out of the immediate ring. She needs some space. She is completely overwhelmed with these implications.

Finally she comes back, now speaking in a powerful whispered and forceful tone, "You are the missing Prince!! Ryth-Gorium's heir to the throne!?! Son on His Majesty King Robert of LeGraund!?!"

"Do you have any idea of what kind of evil is hunting you, young King!?!?! And possibly how compromised our mission is!?!?!?! --For the Love of ..." -She trails off again, turning sharply, breaking away from the ring of companions, and disappearing into the surroundings-- needing some time to herself once more.

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Escorted into the gnome's carriage, Matthias looks around in obvious wonder at the array of trinkets. He hasn't any magical skill himself, so he can't quite appreciate it all the same as the others. However, Mari's suggestion about the remaining items she found is a good one. If they don't need either, then they could always sell or trade them to the gnome.


Mari's appearance in her pretty new dress draws wide eyes from the boy, as well as some red to his cheeks. "Wow." In his surprise, he falls back to long drilled decorum. "You look really lovely, Marina," he says with practiced but no less earnest grace.

Any more hashing out over the strange number code comes to a grinding halt with Celica's guess. Matthias' head instantly jerks up, and his face goes pale. It is a moment before he can find anything to say. "What did you say?" praying that he heard wrongly. Cedric's look of concern and Celica's repetition dispel that theory soundly. "Are- are you certain, Celica? How did you come up with that?"

But any pretense at debating her interpretation is also squashed with extreme prejudice. The boy's face goes even whiter than a sheet under the captain's shocked tirade. It is all he can do to swallow and nod under the woman's panicked interrogation. After she storms off, the boy is looking down and shaking in his seat. He doesn't dare lift his eyes to his comrades, unsure what they must think. Everyone feels the usual encouraging aura around him flickering. His cheeks are now a bright red, and his eyes glisten in brimming worry. This is the closest they've seen Matthias to downright terrified.

Cedric chirps in frustration, glaring at the retreating captain, "Stupid woman have to announce so loud?!" It turns back to its charge, stroking his bowed head with a wing.


Matthias' concern for Cedric's absence echoes along their link. In return, he receives an eager feeling mingled with worry, surely about the falcon. "He's ok thus far," relays the boy. "Just waiting for a moment to escape. Can your bat safely offer a bit of distraction for that raptor's gaze?" The boy sends a pulse of encouragement amid generous helpings of slow caution. Cedric has to take as roundabout route as needed to i.e. another Guidance boosted stealth check: Take 10 for 29.keep out of sight of the avian hunter.

 
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Celica scoffed. "The Prince was born like ..." her eyes drifted to the boy, "way more than some 12 years ago!" The boy's face told her it was true, the bird confirming the report. "But you must be at least thirty." No response. "Forty?" she asked the 'boy.' "You cannot be fifty!?" she blurted incredulously. Unconsciously, she had risen to her feet and approached the old boy, offering him a bowl of the stew the ratfolk had given her earlier. "It's not much, but it's hot." It was all she could do but to stand there, mouth agape, awaiting a response.
"Huh? Severus? He probably can." the wizard's brow furrowed for a moment. "Actually, right now I'm not sure he can't not. I think he's ... chasing a bug drawn to the firelight? Very distracted right now." Heck; he'd probably run smack dab into the falcon's face! A stream of confusion mixed with fear washed through the mage's empathic link to the bat.
 
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The shaking boy doesn't say anything before Celica's incredulity, merely flinching beneath the force in her voice. A concerned Cedric chirps in answer for its charge, "Matthy turns 51 next spring. Special. Ages slowly."

The boy doesn't lift up his eyes, as if he durst not. He makes no move to the offered bowl. Whatever his real age and lineage, he certainly does not look it right now. Tears finally drip onto the floor as a cracked voice leaves stammering lips. "I'm sorry. ... I had to hide it. So many snakes want leverage against Father, and that's all I was good for. No one else knew at the Academy. I just, just wanted to help. ... But one of those kidnappers said she recognized me. That cleric wrote he recognized me. Even if none of those ... monsters know yet, someone else is going to." The flickering aura about him finally fades, and the air feels all the colder without the heartening feeling, like a familiar candle just went out. One of the hands gripped tightly on his knees rises to vainly try to stem the overflow from his eyes. "She's right. I'm putting you all in danger. I have the brand they can track. They're looking for me. I'm sorry I brought this on you. ... I can leave on my own, make my way north, find passage back to Ryth-Gorium and keep out of sight ... somehow. I can tell Father everything," he spills hurriedly but with all the confidence of a mouse challenging a hungry tiger. His gaze glides around for his pack and gear, taking a mental inventory.

 
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Celica had always seemed like a nice person, although a stickler for some sort of rules Mari was not privy to. But the moment she stepped into the clothier's with her, scared her. All sorts of cloth swatches were passed before her and held up against her skin. She made many poses for many styles like a marionette whose strings were held by her redheaded "friend".

Finally when some acceptable clothing was given to her to dress in, she was fumbling with the corset given to her, unsure if it should go over or under the slip when Celica burst in to set her straight. She was moments away from tears before she came out of there with a long-skirted version of the same outfit she was going to wear later in the day. She still dreads the enthusiasm Celica had in her voice when she resumed the process, shortening Mari's skirt, making the sleeves about her upper arms poofier, putting in a short crinoline to make her skirt poof outwards, and as a final piece, socks and undergarments were given. But was it really necessary for her to be dressed by hand?

After that experience, Mari simply decided to freeze up whenever Celica barked orders and expected to be groped and postured every which way like the wizard's personal doll.



The compliments given made Mari blush with embarrassment, not necessarily because the outfit was revealing, but because the words felt unwarranted for putting on frankly expensive clothes high beyond the station of a fisherman's daughter. Of course Celica had to bark out something to stop her from fidgeting.

Mari was a quarter of the way to the next fire when she heard Celica and Silvermare shouting over something. She faintly heard the word 'prince' before she turned around and came back with a raised brow, "What's this about a-..." She averted her eyes from Silvermare as she was being completely loud for what seemed to be little reason, then she verbally began pointing fingers at Matthias. 'Huh, a prince? Isn't that supposed to be someone important, like they appear in huge paintings or something in the colonies?' Considering how few people could be the Prince of Ryth-Gorium, it is a low enough chance to have a run in with him at a school to be called a convenience.

Just when Mari was starting to doubt the message and Silvermare in general. She looked at Matthias's face, the attention given to him was causing him to shrink away, to look down, to practically exude sorrow to the point that the comforting aura about him faded. A breath, a single breath was all she needed to focus and come back to reality. Her mind filled with words to try and cheer him up, 'It doesn't matter that you are a Prince, you are our friend, Matthias. We can travel with you, we weren't in more danger by knowing these things. Sorry about bringing up your frilly underwear...no, definitely not that one.' She tightened her hands into fists, some objects shifted about her and rattled as if they were being injected with life.

Matthias feels his shirt being tugged towards the undine as he rushes towards him, and hugs his head into her chest with some rather unnecessary force. Out of all the comforting words she thought of, all she could say was, in an uncharacteristic loudness, "No!" She lifts Matthias's gaze from the soft roundness to look into his eyes. The girl had a face that was distraught as he, "You...you don't get to leave. I mean...we need to stay together, we cannot do this without you." She lowers herself to kneel before Matthias, not one of respect to a feudal leader but one of exhaustion as her arms naturally slipped down to his sides. Rather than he, she was tearing up, "I don't want someone else to leave...to disappear. Please, we can keep it a secret from everyone." With shaky legs and dirtied knees she rises to give him another embrace, "It doesn't matter if you are king of the fancy folk...you are our friend...we would never leave you so don't...leave us." She ends it with a sniffle, but Matthias cannot quite see her face as her chin is wrested upon his shoulder and she holds him close.

 
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IllerycesIn the gnome's cabin the summoner took initiative, and the only other seat. Opposite the gnome she wasted no time gazing around the cabin with her gleaming eyes. The magical aura's of all the goods were stunning to look at, in fact the radiance quickly became blinding to the silver-eyed sorcerer and she cancelled the effect. As she looked around she noticed a whole lot of magical items, many looked appealing, to be sure, but the elf-blood was afraid (and likely rightly so) that she wouldn't be able to afford much in the way of the treasures he had on display. However there were things the gnome seemed to have that he didn't display, such as weapons and armor, so perhaps it was worth asking. "Pardon me, but do you by any chance have something that might help restore some vigor into my allies? We, uhh, got into some trouble with wolves recently. Oh, or perhaps anything to remove vile taints in my friends?" As she finished she unhooked the coin purse from her belt and displayed it for the gnome to see. "This is around my budget. That is... unless some of my friends would want to chip in?" she finished as she turned towards her allies.




Around the campfire Illeryces took the letter when it was her turn. She saw the letters, and heard silvermare say something was off about them, that they shouldn't be there, but the artist didn't think much of it and just dismissed it as some administrative detail. That was until Celica got her turn with the letter, and quickly set to work marking out things and crossing off notes. In all honesty Illeryces didn't understand much of what was going on. In the time it took for her to blink however Celica proved once and for all that the numbers had meaning. Then things went quickly, Silvermare quickly worked out that it was in fact Matthias who was the prince that had been found. Gods above, he's a prince and I've toyed with him like a puppet with emotions. I'm going to lose my head. the fear was chased by cold logic however. But I've still got my head, and his father has been made a puppet of Daegon's church, he can't do anything. I can have fun with this. Scheme's sprang to mind to have another cheap shot at the hidden prince. 'You're fifty, and you just go along with my playing you off as my boyfriend and you grope and peak at Mari?' But given the current situation, with the whole group crying, she thought better of it.

Madness struck the otherwise calm and collected paladin, and his despair filled the atmosphere, but Illeryces managed to steel herself. With quick fingers she plucked her new treasure from her hip and unwrapped it, letting the beautiful work behold the world. Quickly her fingers danced around the hilt until it fell into a confident grip. The fleshweaver presented it to the prince blade first. "Matthias," she started "You're hunted by the Deagon's Clergy and everyone they can pay off or otherwise convince to join the hunt. Given it's a church, that's likely a lot. Best you can do is take this dagger, slit your throat and leave the whole country to chase after shadows." The hand was quickly retracted before the noble could react. "Or," she continued "take the dagger, and use it for yourself. You know it's power, you've seen what it can do. I hate to give it up, but use it to hide and leave Ryth-Gorium's hounds to chase after something that doesn't exist. Those are your choices."

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"... I don't even know what you're asking for?" The sorceress was looking for a particular item, some sort of healing magic item, but which kind remained a mystery. At any rate, she had almost no money to devote to such a purchase. Maybe the gnome would give her a better deal if she offered to trade the gem? If she could find anything she both wanted and could afford. Why was she acting all secretive now?! Perfectly willing to fling magical corpses around the villagers, but hesitated to speak of magic here with the magic vendor. Not that the redhead would disapprove of hiding their talents most of the time but ...? Huh. Might be useful. Celica rolled up the scroll and slid it back into its tube and back on the rack. This might be fun ... she slid another scrollcase to inspect its contents.
Her first thought was to grab, or maybe sit on Matt's pack so he couldn't grab it and sneak away with his belongings. Err; 'Prince Matthias' the wizard supposed. As she moved to do so, it was pretty in pink Mari who had come up with a much more effective solution. It's good to be the King Prince. By all accounts, the sort of treatment offered the young old prince was precisely the sort of thing that would appeal specifically to males. Why didn't I think of that? Probably because of the more emotive and less cognitive sort of response the telekinetic offered.

Celica moved in on the embraced pair, and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. Watching them and the emotional tornado that raged within them both, the wizard didn't know what to do. Let it play out. Gah! With Mari kneeling in the dirt, crying and, worse, they also had capsized Matthias' bowl of rat soup into both of their clothing! Looking around quickly, she determined it was safe, and cast a cleaning spell to preserve their outfits and, with a grimace of concentration, delicately pried the wooden bowl out from where it had been pinned between them.
 
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As if sensing the imminent danger, Cedric leaps off its charge's shoulder just in time to dodge the incoming Mari-sile. Matthias, for his part, is rather gobsmacked. He'd be lying if he claimed that her loud declaration wasn't part of the surprise. But then again, a face full of nurturing bosom can't escape all the blame. His cheeks are burning when she moves his face to look into her eyes. Staring up into hers, he'd have to be a special kind of cad to not be moved by her heartfelt imploring, even if making a girl cry wasn't already near the top of his taboo list.

Matthias' arms come up to return Mari's embrace, limply at first but soothingly eventually. "Please, Mari, please, don't cry," requests the all but sobbing boy. His comforting aura flickers back on to further envelop them. "I- I don't want to go. ... But I can't- How can I stay? I could barely helped against those lycan imposters. They nearly tore me apart when I tried to help. ... The whole town came crumbling around us, and who could I help?" He squeezes the pretty undine tighter, like onto a life raft. "There will only be more of those after me. I'm dangerous. I can't keep you safe. I can't keep any of you safe."

The tearful pair doesn't even notice the tingle of magic from Celica's clean up. However, Matthias does catch Ille's talk about the dagger. Looking up from his current quest to soak Mari's dress in his tears, Matthias blanches at the proffered dagger. He looks from the artist to the weapon before focusing his Detect Evil (sp, move version)concentration. In a moment, he sports a rare look of disgust at the wicked instrument. "Take it?" his sob-raw throat cracking further at the suggestion. "That vile, disgusting mockery ..." he trails off. A little more civilly he asks, "I confess to know little about magics, but will keeping the ... thing even do what you suggest? Veil this mark any?"

 
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"Think of it more like armor." Celica broke in. "A good shield won't guarantee an arrow won't hit you, but makes it much more difficult for one to do so. So to will the dagger help protect you from divinations - of almost any sort!" The wizard took a moment to enchant her eyes again, and
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Mari looked at Illercyes with a mixture of exasperation and her usual shyness. Rather, it looked more like she just raised a brow at the superstition the elfkin spoke of, "Healing or curse removal?" She looked back at the gnome, "Is there an item to remove magical afflictions?"



Talk of someone killing themselves was unhelpful, even if the one offering such a solution said of doing everything in their power to stop such an outcome. Mari is somewhat surprised Celica said nothing of it. She felt a vaguely warm sensation on her lap, then felt it fade away moments later only to have a comforting feeling go through her body. Her crying stopped, though the sniffling remained. She murmured a response back to him, "Easily...stay with us and offer us a hand when we need it. And when your own efforts aren't enough, ask us for help in turn."

Even with a bowl in the way, Mari was practically on top of Matthias at this point, though Celica made sure that no awkward stains developed on new clothes, or princely clothes alike, every teardrop was still felt upon her skin. She leaned back and smiled faintly at him, "You can do it, you are strong and pretty." She returns to hugging him, resting her chin back on his shoulder, "Silvermare did say, the knife can disguise people and hide them. Though I don't like relying on this magic stuff...if you are concerned about it you can protect us by looking like someone else." She then leaned back to look him in the eye, "Though if you needed to appear like someone else, I wouldn't mind if-...no, I would be...uh, honored for you play the role of my brother."

 
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The gnome artificer apparently knows his craft, based on the reactions of the more mystically inclined. Matthias pipes up from the back. "Um, at the risk of an odd question, sir, say we came into possession of some wicked, magical item. How does one cleanse just the fell magic while leaving the rest working the same?"


Matthias gives a flat look toward Celica. "A 20 year old dwarf is a little kid," he deadpans. Otherwise, the advice gives the boy pause to think. "I really rather not carry that around if I don't have to. It feels ..." The paladin visibly shudders. "disgusting."

Back to Mari, the compliments and positioning keep the boy's cheeks a burning red. Blinking at her suggestion, Matthias' head swims a bit with the mixed signals. Landing on Mari's head, Cedric snickers at the feedback and comments, "Matthy only child, but he never saw siblings hug/sort-of-sit like that in friends' families."

Somehow looking even redder, Matthias looks decidedly not into Mari's glistening pools. Swallow through his worn throat, the boy prince croaks out, "If that's what you all want ... you all are ok with the risk ... I would really like to stay ... I wouldn't mind the offered guise, Mari; I can even stomach the evil knife for now." His comforting aura is felt strongly now. Matthias stands up as tears brim again, and he hugs Mari tightly once more. "Thank you. Thank you, all of you."

 
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With her chin cupped in her hand, Celica bore a rather dry, quizzical look. As much as she wanted to deliver a "Yeah; no kidding." she checked herself and didn't respond to the prince's observation. If he was 50 years old, and had spent all of this time in a child's body, then she could forgive him for not wanting to appear to be yet another young person. ... even though it would be a perfect disguise. Odds were he'd probably want to appear to be someone of his actual age for a change. Which was the worst idea. For now.

Details aside, the prince's next tearful question was pretty important, and there was only one answer she could give. "Of course we're with you." Briefly joining the embrace, and far more peripherally than the locked pair, Celica remembered the many events of the last few days. Everything she had seen of the revealed prince had showed him to be one worthy of the throne. She owed him her allegiance, and would happily give it. Plus, if she or any of them, left now, they'd probably already been marked in some way, and would die horribly and alone anyway.
 
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Mari looks at Matthias's cheeks, wondering why he is seemingly burning up but says nothing of it. She looks up when she feels Cedric land on her bird's nest of a hairstyle, and responds, "I am an only child too, but I heard siblings hug and kiss on the mainland." She then turns back to Matthias and notices the position she is in and Cedric's vague suggestion. She then immediately gets off Matthias and bows her head, "S-sorry, I didn't know how to make you stay...I won't do it again."

After everyone is back to standing, Mari smiles at Matthias, "We are friends and we journey together. Sometimes people need reminding..."

 
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Halfling run in - Noon’ish
"Again, I am terribly sorry me ladies. Carry on!" The halfling bows graciously with a broooooad smile, and replaces his stick of jerky back into his mouth. He then turns and skips off.



(OOC:) Illercyes has just been the victim of a classic pickpocket. Really this halfling gave you all tons of time to intervene, but you didn’t take the opportunities. Mari even had a feeling that something was up. -70.4gp from Illercyes.
LUCKILY!-- Ille isn’t that naive as to keep her gold pieces with her platinum pieces. So just the gold pieces were swiped. Please amend your character sheet accordingly, Sirvi.


Glamoring the Gnome - Noon’ish
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"Ssssscrollsss, my Redheaded dear." He begins to glow with delight. "A girl … after my own heart. A woman of intellect, no less!" He then gestures to the book shelf behind him-- filled cover to cover with great tomes of dark colors. They all look super thick, caked with dust, skulls and scorpions, dragons and angels-- embroidered on the spines of these codexes and encyclopedias. "If you don’t find a scroll there on my scroll rack, you can rattle me off some curious spellssssss(squeak)-- that draw your fancy, that prick your interesssssst! And I think I can write you up a prescription, so to speak. Maybe by morning or so, I can have ssssssomething ssscribed for you to take on your journey… hmmm?"

With the next inquiry, Matthias produces his scar on his side for the curious gnome to inspect. "God Heavens! It’s all black and blue, crusty and warped! Mangled even! What got at you my lad, a ravenous wolverine!!? Oh you said wolves already. Wolves, really wolves did this?" He recoils on his little stool with a face of fright. "You say its cursed as well? Were the wolves in league with a devil too? By Golly! Bah-- I need to take my spectacles off. The color is too … morbid, for my eyes. It even sssssmells bad too." He reaches over to one of those tomes mentioned prior, and cracks one open after some searching. "The curse you say, it doesn’t really adversely affect you. You say you’re marked. And you don’t want to be marked I assume. For whatever reason. It’s not my business."

"Hmmm, Well-- the only thing I have for ssssomething like this is the good ol’ Arcane trick: Remove Curse. It’s the best I can do." He retrieves a little pouch from a drawer at his side. His other hand reaches into the pouch and produces a pinch of a white granulated substance. "This is magic sssssalt, my boy. I need to sprinkle it on…. Ummm…. that thing. It may burn, mind you." If Matthias agrees, Glamoring pensively moves in closer with his pinch of salt, "Ssssso, if this works, then you owe me a little payment for the spell. Sssssspellsss(squeak!), are not cheap yuh know."

SMOKE! No more like steam-- wafts, sizzles, and bubbles from the rancid scar on Matthias’ side. Glamoring jumps back. The smell is even more vile than before! "AAHHH"-- Matthias grits his teeth with perseverance. He’s experiencing sharp pain from the 2 points non lethalwound. The sound crackles! Those of you with magic vision active-- see an eerie, dark halo, begin to glow around the deformity. Eventually, the episode dies down, and the pain subsides. The scar looks worse now! "Ack-- welll… sssssory my friendssss. I tried. That thing is beyond me." The gnome fidgets and tries to change the subject, seeing that he didn’t help much, but may of made it worse. The dagger is then produced-- "God Heavens! That thing look dastardly!" He looks back and forth, dagger to scar, then back again, "OH MY! It’s the dagger! That vile dagger musssssta done it! Get that thing away from me. No I don’t want to have any more dealingsssss with that weapon or that terrible scar."




Then, later when Mari presents the two unidentified items, Glamoring replaces his spectacles and jumps with a startle at first sight of them. He’s blinking repeatedly as though the items were extremely bright and vibrant. "Sayyyyyy…. Well, well … well. This is more like it. Look what you got there. You want me to identify those huh." He ruffles his nose feigning some nonchalance.

"I don’t like to charge money for identification. AAAAnnnnd, It looks like I ssssssomewhat owe you all for the scar mishap. Sssssooo, how about simply a riddle. I very much like riddles. You all do look like sssssmart folks. Riddle me this:"

I shatter glass without a clash.
Leaves and herbs are reluctant to release their giftssssss.
Temperance is what I offer-- to that of a mighty craftsssssssman.

Great joy abound - when the land is ever-so yearning.
There isssss much more of me to be found, if one is looking … way more than can be found of my other preference.

"Tell me, my curious friendsssss(squeak!). What may I be? Then I will tell you what I know about thossssse itemsssss." Just as he finishes his words, some papers and books on a side table behind him-- abruptly fall over to the floor without reason or cause - mysteriously. The gnome glances back with a furrowed brow, "ahhh, what was that?"

**secret=Vaerdis]A blue flash--darts about briefly in your peripheral AGAIN! It collides with those mentioned books and papers-- then vanishes…[/secret]
**secret=Bio]Your spellcraft inspection of the scar, still returns with no information. This ‘Daegon Marking’ must be some powerful stuff, beyond your scope of study at the moment.[/secret]


(OOC:)
- The scar is, in fact, not worse in its effect. I just looks worse. Otherwise, it still remains.
- I will post quicker regarding this section.


Round the campfire - 6pm
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Silvermare can be seen in the peripheral. Slowly creeping back into the conversation, she stands there with arms crossed, a face of soft reluctance … and maybe, just maybe, a warm and heartfelt smile in the corner of her mouth, which is seen in the flicker of the firelight. She now steps forward, "I have to admit … the tenderness of you tight-knit team … is rather touching ... I must confess. I can see why Gailborn chose you all." With the mention of Gailborn, she reveals some subtle worry in her expression. "Blessed be, I sure hope he is safe. In fact wait-- I know he is safe. That old man is made of some stern stuff, let me tell you." She gives a wily wink to you all.

Walking over to Matthias, standing before him now, looking down as she is much taller than he… she genuflects to one knee. Taking his hand in hers with a delicate and reverent touch, they are now face to face in this sincere moment. Soft and pale are her features with angular proportions. So fair she is. Her eyes are a rich violet hue, regal and penetrating as they stare into Matthia's. Her gaze is strong, yet sensitive and knowing, deep in the depths of her soul. Sincerity, she is posturing for words of incredible sincerity. She begins, "... My Prince … "

"I was terribly wrong to scold you. Please forgive me, dearly, young heir to the mighty throne." She then draws in a breath to collect her thoughts, "I am sure you can understand my position, Your Majesty, and concern for our circumstances." She keeps her words quiet amongst immediate company. Not to worry, the casual caravan patrons all seem to be occupied by other gregarious dealings of drink and food and entertainment. She continues, "Since you've been gone … our great city has declined. The political scene has increased to a violent strangle hold on the common workings of routine life. Your Father’s abilities and command are diminishing day by day," she states with a heavy heart. "Now what I am about to reveal my elite team-- is very deep inside information. But we are tight-nit now so I can entrust you of course. The Aristocracy, the Noble Houses of Five … are tightening the noose. Their rich and corrupt fingers and selfish agendas, are meddling deeper and deeper into the governing systems and inner workings of society. The good and common people, the life blood of the city, are being squashed, restricted, impoverished, further and further into dark oblivion. Suicide rates are at an all time high. Riots in the streets are a daily occurrence. The weekly central executions are a violent uprising of resistance, revolt, horror and mob retaliation!" She pauses, taking a moment to connect with each and every one of your eyes. She then snarls her face with disgust--about to present her next statement, "Daegon... Of course it's Daegon. Always Daegon and their evil ways behind most of this civil unrest. They are rampant! They are searching out all magic users in the Capitol City-- and executing them! Hanging them in town square for all to see, as a terrible spectacle, and as a warning and example to all other magic users. This is Madness friends! This must Stop! Magic is not a Death Sentence by any means, EVER!! They are even spreading beyond their previous borders, into the country, searching out all walks of life that do not follow their insane edicts." She breaks the angry moment and sits back recollecting her composer. Lowering her voice back down to a whisper, "And I have gone through this history with you all in days prior, so I will get to our immediate and dire mission: Melissa Shaerune."

"I am going to be blunt here, and quick. Shaerune has the scoop. Shaerune is an informant. She held a position on the governing councils overseeing Ryth-Gorium. A true woman of the people she is. Petitioning revolutionary amendments and revamping many old and outdated laws, and implementing new laws of equality, integrity, and just rule. Fairness for all, humanitarian ideals! When Cellent broke from the union with the Capitol City and became sovereign in their own right, Shaerune went with them, relocated to the new emerging, independent city. She took with her some secrets, dear friends. She knows many things. As Gailborn said, she’s a clairvoyant and archeologist. She was uncovering some very pivotal finds among the Shattered Isles." Silvermare sits back again gathering her thoughts to now divulge some deeper information. "... She found something mysterious out in those Isles, some archeological find … that may upset the very corrupt order that is strangling The Ryth… and repressing His Majesty’s hand."

--She then turns quick!! Back behind her-- she heard something that caused her to flinch and startle! ...She then settles. There was nothing there. "Sorry team. I thought I heard something. This is not the greatest place to discuss this kind of thing is it? Nevertheless, I will finish. The last bit of information I want to fill you in on … is me. I work for a secret society… We are protectors. We maintain order, the balance so to speak. We are idealists. We want just rule and fairness, equality for all. Too much suffering has befallen our realm these last 600 years since the great divide. My family has been apart of the cause, generations upon generations. I now bare the torch for my lineage. ...We are Shiva’s Mistresses, a society of strictly female members, striking in dark times. Striking down corrupt forces. Protector’s of the Prophecy …"

"The time is ripe my valiant team. The time is drawing near, marking the final end to all the hardship and struggle that has pitted race against race, the rich against the poor, the snuffing out of ancient wisdoms of sacred magic and creation. And the Grand Ending(!) of this Daegon regime headed by the fanatical Archbishop Covington."

"… Shaerune has found the next puzzle piece to this long pursued prophesy puzzle, friends! Somewhere in the Shattered Isles, where she was studying the next clues, she was kidnapped. We will find her, and learn what she has discovered."

"Yes, please team, let us all stick together." Silvermare stands confident, adjusting her gear. "Ha! I can’t let Prince Matthias here, be running off on his own, trying to find his way back to Ryth-Gorium all by himself! Daegon searches for you high and low, most certainly to use you as leverage against The King. And now you are marked on top of it. My goodness. No, we are sticking together through all of this! And concerning that dreadful dagger, I would not recommend you wield it young king, even to use its power of disguise. It has a fell energy about it. It drains the good spirit from an honorable person. It will weaken you, My Prince. We cannot afford you being OOC: Read details of ‘Unholy’ enchant. But truly, the choice is yours to use it or not.impaired on this journey."


Concerning the Caravan Guard - Moments later
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Cedric has been gone awhile, more than enough time to spy and gather much information.

Celica’s little bat-- shoots up into the waning light, heeding its master's call. It veers over towards the armory wagon … but you all can see … the Falcon igniting into furry at the obvious sight of the flapping black Poor bat stealth roll.bat. The raptor streams up from its perch, alarming the guards around as they gather their things. Soaring through the thin air, the beast of a bird clips the poor unsuspecting bat with its razor sharp beak, and continues on as a fly by attack.

The guards spotting the alert from their fearsome scout, stagger up to their feet, and start pointing over in your direction across the fire. They soon close the space, and are now standing before you with stern looks of suspicion and contempt, "Was that your loathsome creature that our watch targeted?" -the first man commands. As this conversation starts, the Falcon flies back down, leaving Celica’s bat alone, and lands on one of the guard’s shoulders, ending with a display of regal avian satisfaction.

Before you are five men, armed with short and long swords, crossbows and studded leather armor. Their faces are grim and somewhat taunting, "Speak you fools, we don’t like the look of you since you arrived. What are your intentions here with our caravan?" The five men are comprised of two half-elves with fine elven blades and sneering scowls, a half-orc with a greataxe, a very muscular human man with a broad beard, big brass knuckles, and quite an arrogant attitude. Lastly, a red skinned Tiefling stands behind, with a lanky and whipping tail swaying about, horse hooves as feet, and clutching at his side the biggest crossbow any of you have ever seen on a medium sized person. God Heavens!

OOC - Bat takes 5 damage if a 19 attack hits. Rolls

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