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<Zahara> ::Who is Ikara?::
<Cerin> ::She walked with me to Bi`Allah, the first time I visited there. Why does she want to know? Can your magic tell me?::
<Zahara> ::Somewhat. I could find out what she truly wants out of life, though. That would be interesting.::
<Cerin> :;It would.::
<Zahara> ::She basically wants to know if her boss is alive. Simply because he is her boss.::
<Cerin> "He did, though he is ill with a magical disease that is slowly weaving it's way about his essence."
<Ikara?> "That's better than I expected, at least. I've been able to find very few of us alive, and at least 30 are dead."
<Zahara> "How many were here before?"
<Ikara?> "There are supposed to be one hundred of us." Ikara looks about through the tunnels and turns around, saying "Follow me as we speak. I have ensured that this path is safe."
<Zahara> "where would the others have gone?"
<Ikara?> "That is an excellent question. Those of us who fled did so in the chaos of the fight, and I must admit" -- she lets the slightest hint of self-reproach enter her voice here -- "we did not have alternate prepared shelters. I have tried to contact others but the stars are silent; they no longer heed my call to set messages for the others."
<Zahara> "Aha. Well now you know to prepare one for the next time." she says as if it is of no import. "Perhaps they think you are the enemy trying to lure them out into the open, so they are not answering."
The passageway twists and turns a number of times, heading up and down, left and right. Eventually it reaches a wall, where Ikara fingers a button pinned to her collar; the wall slides open, letting the Exalts into the central room of the Chrysanthemum.
The room is a great hall, with the central portion of the dome open to the sky, where the petals of the flower part and let the stars shine in. Around the outside in a vast circle are one hundred seats, padded with five colors of cloth and inlaid with intricate runes and star-charts. In the center the floor is flat for perhaps ten yards before reaching the central podium, which rises up about a yard and is itself perhaps 10 yards wide.
This is where the Orrery once stood, Cerin remembers. As the Solars walk into the room, its current state becomes quite clear. Bodies, both human and... other, lie unburied and beginning to rot throughout the room. Bloodstains run up and down the walls, and across the vast podium. There are scorch marks and other evidence of powerful magics having been unleashed in this chamber.
<Cerin> ::We would do well to search for them. They would make useful servants.:: Cerin leaps down off Zahara's feet, casting his own eyes around the chamber, a slight from on his face as he looks to the podium
Weird creatures of various descriptions can be seen.
<Zahara> ::If we 'rescue' them they should be grateful enough::
<Cerin> "More of the hundredfold." Cerin identifies them to Zahara (and Ikara if she happens to care) then he jumps up onto the podium that the orrery used to sit on.
<Zahara> "Well, they would be here, in one state or another, don't you think? Unless they were eaten..." she frowns and surveys the fallen for signs of chewing
The dead have perished in a variety of unfortunate and grisly fashions.
Recalling his memory and closely examining the podium, it becomes quickly clear that the orrery -- an extremely heavy device -- was not slid or even lifted off of the podium; it was clearly moved through some form of magic that allowed it to disappear completely.
Further investigation reveals traces of Essence remaining on the podium -- Solar in origin.
<Cerin> ::Too much other magic around.::
<Zahara> ::Hmph::
<Cerin> "We should, yes." Cerin leaps lightly down. "There is nothing more the room can tell me."
Ikara takes a small object -- a septagonal brazier of gold and red, with little legs -- from her robes and places it in the center of the room. As the Exalts file back out through the secret doorway, little bolts of fire shoot out from its center and begin to ignite the bodies in the room, which burn with a deep red fire.
<Cerin> "What was that?" Cerin asks with curiousity
<Ikara?> "A Warrior's Soul Brazier. Your kind could not be expected to honor every battlefield of fallen warriors -- these filled that void."
When the Exalts emerge from the fountain once again, they can see a thick plume of golden-blue smoke pouring out of the center of the Chrysanthemum.
As Cerin is approaching the gate, Zahara's thinky rings suddenly spring to life, with a message from Kai!
<Kai> ::I... There's too much to say too quickly. Immediate issue, the Roseblack will join us if you make her general of the armies of the Sunlands.::
<Zahara> ::General? That's a bit brash of her. What will poor Bertie do?"
<Cerin> ::Be her aide de camp?::
<Kai> ::If you don't mind, she is staring at me waiting for an answer.::
<Zahara> ::I'd like to interview her before making her general... to make sure she's not planning anything underhanded. Tell her you will bring it before the council, and we request her presence at it:: she gives some appropriate time and place that's halfway between both places, fairly neutral, and conveniently near a Gate
<Ikara?> The Roseblack looks sternly at Kai for several long, painful seconds. Then, finally, she says "That is... barely... acceptable."
<Kai> "Thank you. now, if I may have a moment, I rather obviously need to pass on some other information."
<Kai> ::Do you two have a.. a moment?::
<Cerin> ::Talk, please, Kai.::
<Zahara> ::Yes, please do. We're doing a bit of traveling.::
<Kai> ::Something... Something happened to Markuran. We were attacked at the camp, and he was struck by a great black shadow.::
<Kai> ::He... Changed.::
<Cerin> ::C An? you describe it for me further?::
<Zahara> ::A shadow, hmmm. That could be any number of things.::
<Kai> ::I... I don't know that I can. It was a great gathering darkness, and when it struck him... Well, it was a complete change of character. He struck at me.::
<Zahara> ::What, did he become useful?::
<Cerin> ::Did he say anything?::
<BirdsOfTrinity> ::I think he screamed.::
<BirdsOfTrinity> ::Everyone else was doing it. Must have seemed fashionable.::
<Kai> ::"I am a god from before your kind walked the Earth. And now I live again. Your kind can threaten me no longer."::
<Cerin> ::Ah.::
<Cerin> ::That is not good.::
<Kai> ::Do you know what it means?::
<Cerin> ::Yes.::
<Zahara> ::Oh my.::
<Cerin> ::The last time we saw what you just did, it clawed it's way into Malfaes. Apparently it is back.::
<Kai> :: ... ::
<Cerin> ::Exactly::
<Zahara> ::Didn't I TELL him not to do that? DIDN'T I?::
<Zahara> ::Irritating little man!::
<Kai> :: Is there any part of reality that isn't trying to kill you? ::
<Cerin> ::Some pebbles?::
<BirdsOfTrinity> ::I think I patched up things with my ex.::
<Zahara> ::Which ex?::
<BirdsOfTrinity> ::Not all of them, sadly.::
<Cerin> ::Anyway, that spirit was the reason Marku was entombed in solid soulsteel, that had been poured around his still living body.::
<BirdsOfTrinity> ::Marku never changes, does he?::
<Zahara> ::He does, but only for brief periods of time.
<Zahara> ::So... did he go back to Malfaeas?::
<BirdsOfTrinity> ::He ...disappeared.::
<BirdsOfTrinity> "You must have a great deal of armour, then. Your reputation precedes you!"
<Zahara> ::So. It seems he did a wonderful job of 'protecting' you two ladies.::
<Kai> :: It seemed that the attack was for the express purpose of... Uhm... taking him. ::
<Roseblack?> "So I am told. If your kind seek me out for aid, it is clear I have become more famous than I had thought."
<Cerin> ::What hundredfold were involved in the attack?::
<Roseblack?> The Roseblack nods confusedly at the Solar.
<Cerin> ::Zipetok.::
<Kai> :: Okay. ::
<BirdsOfTrinity> ::Now we can investigate one!::
<Cerin> ::Perhaps you should both get the roseblack to accompany you to the meeting point?::
<BirdsOfTrinity> ::That seems agreeable.::
<Zahara> ::Indeed.::
<Zahara> "Ikara, would you accompany us to {meeting point}? We have a meeting we really must attend."
<Roseblack?> The Solars emerge atop a fairly pleasant wooded hill, overlooking a pleasant line of trees below. It'd make a nice spot for a picnic. A few moments later, Kai and Birds follow through, accompanied by the Roseblack and an attachment of guards.
<Roseblack?> The Roseblack walks up and stands at a saucy angle in front of Zahara's throne, not visibly impressed.
<Roseblack?> Ikara sits quietly off one side of the hill.
<Zahara> "Welcome. You must be the Roseblack." she says, looking the woman up and down.
<Zahara> "Tell me, Roseblack, how can I trust you to lead my armies?"
<Roseblack?> "You knew of me by reputation before we ever spoke. What does my reputation tell you?"
<Zahara> "That your loyalty is impressive, as are your skills in leading men and women. And yet my question stands. It is not your skill I am questioning, but your loyalty. It is something that cannot be bought, so I hear tell."
<Zahara> "And so I question why you are willing to lead people who are not of the Realm."
<Roseblack?> "Because the Realm is in ruins, because of a force I could not have predicted."
<Zahara> "None of us could have predicted what is coming to our shores." She agrees. "We are not directly opposed to the Realm, so long as they do not trouble us with their 'Anathema' nonsense. We would help to rebuild it, so long as it were to include us as equals." possibly more...yes...more.
<Zahara> ::Cerin, dear, you'll tell me if she lies, yes?::
<Cerin> ::Of course my love::
<Zahara> "You do not seem at all enthusiastic."
<Roseblack?> "I am not enthusiastic. I would rather never force my men to march through the swamps, to shed their blood in the sands, to die for the Realm. I am only determined."
<Zahara> "And when we have destroyed the armies of the gods, what then will you do?"
<Zahara> "I see. Well, you can be sure that when the time comes, things will go the way they ought."
<Zahara> ::Well, this should be interesting. Do any of you oppose?::
<Cerin> ::No.::
<Kai> :: Sounds reasonable. ::
<Zahara> "With the understanding that you will not run the armies unchecked, but consult with us as appropriate. For instance," she says drily, "Before you lead them into anything dangerous. And I expect we will be fully informed, with no niggling little 'details' left out."
<Roseblack?> "You will have no such difficulties."
<Zahara> "Indeed. I hope you do not mind Lucien accompanying you, to make sure there is no trouble among the ranks of either side."
<Zahara> "I will instruct him to do so."
<Roseblack?> "Then I will not mind."
<Zahara> "Excellent. Feel free to ask if you need anything else."
<Roseblack?> "I must review your standing forces immediately, and have barracks and medical treatment for my men."
<Zahara> "Of course. We have several buildings standing open at the moment." She'd prepared, of course. "And we of course will provide medical care. Are there any that need be treated right away, or can they wait until they are in the Sunlands?"
<Roseblack?> "It can be delayed for a short time, none with critical wounds have survived."
<Zahara> "Ah, a shame. We will be sure to provide battlefield medics in the future."
Tags: (:tags Sidereals, Chrysanthemum, Ikara, Orrery of Light, Hundredfold, Solars, Roseblack :)
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