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You left the river behind a short while ago now, and see that the approaching forest carpeting the great hill before you has obviously been cleared. In the midst of this wide swath of open ground rises the fortress city of Etzos, and you feel its watchful eyes upon you.

Having answered these questions and secured whatever information you need, the second gate, a massive affair appearing to made entirely of black iron, is opened, and the city of Etzos welcomes you inside.

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"There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about."
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Negotiation: 101
67 Ashan, arc 717
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As you stagger wearily back to the portal site, Qylios herself steps forward to take hold of your arms in gratitude, thanking you for your courage and effort in preventing an even greater catastrophe than that which Idalos has already endured. You see grief and anger in her eyes, as they wander the carnage left behind, but as they focus again on you, you see an exhausted smile cross her face as an odd tingling brushes your arm. Whether you have the energy to examine your arm now, or wait until later, you find a glowing band of golden light encircling the arm where the tingling was felt. Upon your skin is the undeniable sign of the Immortals' appreciation for your presence in this battle: the mark of Celarion.
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Bond (Minor) 0 The Favored can Bond with 1 other person. In doing so the Bonded individual gains a single glowing band around their left forearm. The Bond remains as long as both the Favored and the Bonded allow it. The Bond only functions within 300 feet of the Favored, and dissipates shortly beyond that distance.
Illustrious Skills 0 Add an extra three skill points to one of the following skills: Blades, Leadership, Discipline, or Endurance. Any skill points granted by this Mark can break the 100 point cap on skills.
Bound in Battle 0 The Favored and those Bonded with them are better able to fight together. Their tactics and movements flow almost seamlessly with little-to-no spoken communication. The Bond passes insights and slight thoughts between those Bonded while in combat together.

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Conspiracies can take a multitude of forms. Mostly, they are the embodiment of the hunger for wealth, power or revenge. Such agendas are universally deliberate in creation. But on occasions it is neither mortal nor Immortal nor deliberation that aligns events to serve some drastic end. Sometimes, fate alone conspires.

The timing of the day, the distance to Faith's home - combined with the return trip - the scheduling of the Detention Squad Commander's lunch break, the turn of a cook's head, and the opening of a door all led to a napkin being flipped by a breeze to cover a small, sharp kitchen knife, which was then further secured by the placement of the usual fork and spoon upon the napkin. Fate conspires.

The grisly display on the table was nothing to which the Commander had not long-since grown accustomed. The cook knew this, and did not hesitate to bring the man his lunch. He had just reset the fork and spoon to the left of the plate as the soldier flipped back the cover over the body of Stig. The cook left the room with a look of sympathy at the heartbroken mother of the victim. Fate conspires.

Her lamentations of her son's simple mind, and the ease with which he was led astray by true villains, were genuinely tragic. Perhaps if he'd been less sensitive, he'd have been looking at how the current of the breeze from the flipped cover blew back the napkin to reveal the undetected knife; and not at her. But fate conspires.

Or perhaps if he'd not been thinking back on the tragedies he himself had witnessed, where gullible folks were concerned, a few even quite well-known to him, he'd have detected the edge in the woman's voice, and the direction of her eyes as she said it. Even Faith's well-intended offer to help the poor, traumatized mother became a perfectly-timed element in this conspiracy.

The tears in the woman's eyes may well have obscured the flare of hate residing there as she rose to her feet with a sad smile. This smile, however, was not sad with bittersweet thanks for this offer of help. It was sad for her knowledge that her son would never know how she would avenge him. Even as the guard Commander relaxed with satisfaction that there was good reason to think Faith was not the perpetrator of Stig's death, Carlene Varlich, the mad, grief-stricken mother, launched her self onto Faith with the knife.

The sharper the blade, the less the pain, they say. Faith's eyes truly did bulge more from surprise than pain. It was possible that a less sharp blade may have given pain enough to warn her of the woman's lethal intent after the first stab. The second and third might have at least caused her to cry out so the guards might have reacted in greater haste. Like Faith, they thought the woman was simply collapsing against her. It was not until the blood began to stain the front of her attire that they realized the crisis that was upon them.

But by that time Faith's throat had joined several of her internal organs in a state of slashed, irreversible mortality. It was only the loss of blood from the many wounds on her torso that reduced the gush from her throat that spattered across the face of her assailant, who was now cackling her son's name and screaming with the mad joy of "justice". The woman that had identified Faith as the accused, shrank back against the wall, aghast; mouth agape, eyes wide in shock.

Guards threw themselves against the woman, slamming her to the ground as one with a fair medical training rushed to the fallen Faith. The dread on his face as he tried to stem the blood soon became a grim shake of the head. Blood stopped pouring from the wounds. The eyes no longer blinked. The chest no longer rose or fell. The mirror held to her open mouth did not cloud. Outside of a few twitches, there was no movement at all.

Faith was dead.










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Tell me, Moore! pt.3


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Moore was in complete agreement with that choice, but he clearly had additional details to impart, "Now there is still the matter of which way we want to go to get to the Shrine. It is both on the first floor of the Pillar of Society..."

He chuckled at the irony of that being the name for the least public of the five towers. "...and extends into the Underground below it. I would say that we'll have more trouble initially going in through the Pillar, but little trouble afterwards, whereas there will be no problem getting into the Underground, but we'd probably be watched every moment from then on."

He tapped his teeth a few more times, "Now nothing is certain, of course, but I can't imagine them going to the trouble to move the desk into the Underground, when they're just closing the place up. BUT disassembly would be the first step that could reveal the secure compartments. So if someone knew of hidden documents, they might just see to it that such instructions were given so they could get their hands on them."

His gaze altered slightly as he now turned it back to Oberan, "Then there are the locks...But I've been given to understand that you have a...a way...with those. And it isn't the first curious and remarkable rumor that I've heard connected to you. Is it true that you can verify that Sintra's spy, Senalee, is dead in the plunder of Rhakros? I had expected to see her around town here, what with Spider Woman getting so comfortable."

He leaned in closer, "There's another that you actually saved the Raggedy Man's life when The Fence's naerikk assassin had him dead to rights. Any truth to that? Is he still in town? No one's seen him for a while. Like maybe he pulled one last big job and slipped this pit. I can think of one that sounds like his work, and no one has taken the fall for it yet." He mouthed the word "Webb" silently as he raised his drink to his lips. The barrage of questions with little time given for answers suggested that Moore was impressed.

He steepled his hands beneath his chin as he considered the task before them, eventually sliding his chin down to accommodate a few more tooth taps with his pointer fingers. "I am inclined to go with the choice that gets the tough part out of the way right off. I suggest we wait a few trials, then I will go take a look to see if there is an abundance of spiders around the Pillar level entrance. I figure with a pair of guards outside a closed and locked entrance to a closed shrine, Our New Grand Lady will not feel any need to keep it under any heavy surveillance. Then we wait another couple trials before making our move."

"Your thoughts?"


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