Tenth Story - Passed Lives

<Rand Brittain> So. How were things when last we met?

<Rand Brittain> Something about an inkpen?

<Melum> Something like that

<Benhimself> Please tell me, in my absence last week, we came up with a plan to get revenge on Vesperius with a miraculous fountain-pen to imprison him.

<Benhimself> Because that would be fantastic.

<Rand Brittain> Definitely a Dreams sort of plan.

<Rand Brittain> Make him somebody's Anchor.

<Melum> Is this guy an octopus?

<Melum> Because if not

<Rand Brittain> You haven't heard that he is. That seems like something someone would have mentioned.

<KreenWarrior> Can someone give me a quick update on the last couple sessions?

<Hollyhock God> I nominate Dreams as narrator!

<Hollyhock God> Also, why isn't my wiki loading?

<Melum> Your wiki has been Excruciated.

<Melum> Instead of being a faultless source of all knowledge like Wikipedia, it is a base and vile cesspit of rumor and subjectivity.

<Dreams> And so it was that many of the familia went to the Bachelor Auction at the behest of the Serpent of Radar, to support the wretched of Jotunheim in their struggles against the Excrucians, and also to prise what secrets the Serpent had wrested from death's cruel grasp.

<Henry> Huh. Well there's a thing

<Dreams> And PCs were purchased, and did purchasing, and sexy times were had by many, except that the Ink-Lord, Vesperius, had secretly hatched plans to seed many of the PCs' dates with distractions while the Chancel was attacked by hooligans!

<Henry> What manner of hooligans?

<Immanuel> Illumination and I had a splendid time.

<Dreams> Unbeknowest to Vesperius but beknowest to us, his ultimate goal, the Accords at Babylon, had already been claimed as an Anchor by the noble and excellent Dreams.

<Dreams> Thus thwarting his plans before they had even begun!

<Hollyhock God> Dreams! He's so handsome! cried the chorus.

  • Miranda did not have a sexy time.

<Dreams> "By many". Not by all! We recognize that Miranda remains shielded from all fun. Forever.

<Dreams> Now the Familia meets in the royal boxes of the opera house, to discuss between themselves how they wish to teach Vesperius a lesson.

<Miranda> 's not actually true.

<Hollyhock God> Poor Miranda was made an offer she could easily refuse.

<Dreams> Or perhaps the scene shall start some other place. Who can say?

<Miranda> Yes, but it's an offer that makes no sense.

<Hollyhock God> Miranda, you sat here and argued with me about whether you could defend against a miracle trying to make you enjoy your dinner.

<Hollyhock God> Don't tell me it's not true!

<Miranda> Yes, but I was wrong, it's just a Bond, not an Affliction.

<Hollyhock God> :|

<Miranda> Also: she's just shielded against fun until she accomplishes her blasphemous angel rezzing.

<Hollyhock God> So, apparently you're in the royal boxes of the opera house.

<Hollyhock God> Discussing terrible, horrible…. things.

<Dreams> "Now, do we know if he's actually made of ink, or merely possesses sovereign mastery over the substance? The former suggests a few ideas, at least."

<Dreams> "Alternatively, we could just ignore him for now. I'm sure we all have other things we could be doing."

<Immanuel> "I think he's an octopus."

<Dreams> "Hmmm." Dreams strokes his chin thoughtfully and considers the implications.

<Hollyhock God> I'm pretty sure Rinne described him as gnomish.

<Immanuel> (A… gnomish squid?)

<Henry> "Do we know anything about his Chancel, his servants or his interests?"

<Miranda> "His allies? His defenses?"

<Immanuel> "His hopes, his dreams?"

<Dreams> "His ambitions? What protections he has in place?"

<Hollyhock God> Well, his servants evidently include bikers, for some reason.

<Immanuel> (Tattoos.)

<Hollyhock God> And… he likes owning magical documents. And thinks you are dumb.

<Dreams> He's fairly wealthy, or at least a handful of Nobles are in his debt.

<Immanuel> "I submit that we replace all pens in the chancel with mechanical pencils."

<Henry> "I approve of this plan."

<Hollyhock God> All in favor?

<Immanuel> "Aye!"

<Miranda> "Tacky. But acceptable."

<Immanuel> "The ayes have it. Motion carried."

<Miranda> "But it won't protect us against printing ink."

<Dreams> "I think… getting rid of all the ink would imply that we fear him."

  • Immanuel has appointed himself chairmonster.

<Dreams> Dreams shrugs. "But whatever."

<Immanuel> "We could switch to all digital."

<Hollyhock God> Has Immanuel eaten your programs for the night?

<Hollyhock God> Someone might be spying through them.

<Miranda> "I assume this is a short term measure pending a tactical strike."

<Immanuel> I burn them. Immediately.

<Dreams> "It just strikes me as needlessly excessi… ah."

<Miranda> "Much as I do not wish to waste time on this, we continue to be challenged based on the perception of our weakness."

<Dreams> "I mean, couldn't you just shield the Chancel from divinations?"

<Immanuel> "Hmm. Perhaps an utterly horrific assault would quash this view once and for all."

<Henry> "Indeed, this sort of challenge is getting old."

<Dreams> "What if he employs the Power of Paranoia? Then all our concerns about being spied upon would, themselves, be things we could be spied upon through!"

<Immanuel> Hmm.

<Immanuel> "I could shine the light of truth on our fears, to see if they're being manipulated."

<Immanuel> "But I doubt it."

<Hollyhock God> So, do you want to plan a tactical strike, then?

<Dreams> Who is Vesperius's Imperator/Familia?

<Dreams> Do we know?

<Dreams> Do the Accords at Babylon know?

<Miranda> "To withstand a significant miraculous assault, I'd have to sustain the miracle at all times."

<Hollyhock God> Some kind of sea-based True God. I guess you've probably done some research?

<Immanuel> "It occurs to me that ink burns, or at least boils. I think we should roll with this."

<Hollyhock God> He's got a Chancel on a rocky island somewhere.

<Dreams> "We could just invite him over for tea to have a discussion about his concerns regarding the disposition of the Accords."

<Henry> "He can always make more ink,, though. Destroying it is a mere annoyance, and lacks artistry."

<Miranda> Yeah, but what about Familia?

<Immanuel> "That depends on how you do it."

<Miranda> "This appears to be a personal project. It may be possible to get his Familia to reign him in, if they fear his overeagerness may cause undesirable ramifications."

<Miranda> "But, then, that fails to accomplish what we need, as a deterrent."

<Dreams> "I fear you're on the edge of slipping into cliche villainy, Miranda."

<Dreams> "A shockingly excessive 'deterrent' in response to what have been fairly unimpressive 'attacks' on us will rally as many people against us as it will frighten into not acting against us."

<Immanuel> "Well. Is he a signatory to the Accords, and is he in violation of them?"

<Hollyhock God> The Accords have to do with culture, not conflict.

<Miranda> "It's not his attacks that I am worried about, Dreams."

<Hollyhock God> If you want to complain to somebody about him, the relevant authority is the Council of Four.

<Immanuel> "We might appear weak if we appealed to a higher authority."

<Immanuel> "On the other hand no one is going to want to tangle with Lord Entropy."

<Dreams> "For C'neph's sake! The thing that makes all of you appear 'weakest' is your obsession with not appearing weak, at any cost!"

  • Hollyhock God wonders if he should do something to stir the discussion up. Are people interested in this plot or is it slowing down?

<Miranda> (Slowing down.)

<Miranda> "No, the thing that makes us appear weak is not having an Imperator."

<Miranda> "We've suffered from veiled hints, outright extortion and repeated probing attacks. This was not the usual course of business."

<Dreams> "So we should go back to discussing options for the Rite of Rescue, then?"

<Miranda> "No, that's the danger. That's the threat."

  • Dreams rolls his eyes.

<Immanuel> "I still say we should burn him."

<Hollyhock God> So, do we actually want to run some kind of counterattack or should we all just go to a hot spring for the week?

<Miranda> (He's teflon. There's nothing of his to interact with. So either we strike blindly, we spend an hour or so doing recon, we invite him over, or we ignore it)

<Immanuel> (We're going to visit Chihiro!)

<Henry> (We could try to do recon on his Chancel and such)

<Miranda> (I'm hoping to visit Locus Maxiel this week, if possible.)

<Dreams> "Fine. The solution to our problem becomes clear. Miranda will raise Praxael from the dead, and all our problems will be solved. Tea and cakes for everybody. Why don't you get on that, then?"

  • Miranda stands.

<Hollyhock God> Well, you've got divinations and things. But if you don't find him intriguing you can always try something else.

<Hollyhock God> Like going mad, perhaps!

<Miranda> "Fine. Try to keep us in one peice, won't you?"

<Immanuel> I don't get mad, I get even.

<Hollyhock God> So, will Miranda storm off to the Moon (to see her boyfriend and meet his parents)?

  • Miranda storms off!

<Miranda> Bam! Pow! One of these days!

<Immanuel> "We could all pay a visit to the Locus Maxiel and ask them for information."

<Miranda> Right to the moon!

<Hollyhock God> So, what's the group's opinion on Miranda's Frankenstein ambitions?

<Henry> Ambition = good!

<Dreams> "I think she's getting worse. Or is it just me?"

  • Miranda totally is.

<Henry> "She's certainly embracing my Estate, so I have to approve."

<Immanuel> I think it's a worthy goal though I don't know what atrocities will be needed for it to proceed.

  • Lafing Cat has joined #lastmiracle

<Hollyhock God> David, Dan, Grayson, what do you think?

<Hollyhock God> Oh, I guess Dan is actually here now. Bitter irony!

<Hollyhock God> Dan, Miranda has gone mad. Your thoughts?

<Immanuel> Oh good.

<Immanuel> Dan, we need you to make everything digital.

<Immanuel> Everything.

<Immanuel> By tomorrow. Thanks.

<Miranda> (They're de-inking the chancel.)

<Lafing Cat> I'm actually on my phone at a Tim Minchin show. Meant to say something earlier. :/

<Lafing Cat> So I will shortly be not here again.

<Hollyhock God> You'll have to de-ink the place very quickly, then.

<Hollyhock God> Quick! Spend miracle points like there's no tomorrow!

  • Dreams will attempt manifesting in the Ink-Lord's dreams inviting him to a friendly meeting at some neutral ground on earth.

<Dreams> If he doesn't sleep or dream, the dream of one of his favored servants with a request to pass the message along or something.

<Hollyhock God> Hm. You browse through various dreamscapes, trying to find Vesperius' subconscious. Eventually, you get a fix on the proper one, but it becomes clear that he's trying to elude you. It takes you a minute to understand just why.

<Hollyhock God> You can taste the nightmare quality of big, stinky fear in whatever in on his mind lately.

<Hollyhock God> Black clouds billow in his wake as the ink-god hastily tries to occlude himself further.

<Henry> (Interesting.)

<Hollyhock God> Meanwhile, is Miranda making a beeline for the moon or is she just sulking somewhere?

<Dreams> Hmmm. One of his servants, then. I'm just trying to get a message through, not rudely impinge upon his secret desires and fears (yet).

<Dreams> (Ah, after the scene cuts back to me, then)

<Hollyhock God> Dreams does his best to leave a message with somebody, somewhere!

<Miranda> Miranda is going to the moon.

<Miranda> She's probably done whatever is polite to call ahead and request an audience.

<Hollyhock God> Duchess Fine greets you as you step out into the lush lunar grass.

<Hollyhock God> "Miranda; always good to see you. I hear you've gone mad! Is it true?"

<Miranda> "Hardly. Who told you such a thing?"

<Hollyhock God> She looks you over with a half-smile, as if checking for notices reading "DANGEROUS: MAD".

<Hollyhock God> "Oh, just someone. They also said I shouldn't let you go wandering through our archives or visit Maxiel, lest you hurt yourself."

<Miranda> "Remus, then?"

<Hollyhock God> "I said no such thing," says the Duchess, demurely. "Would you care for cake?"

<Miranda> "Remus is playing a game. I don't know what it is yet. But trying to sell me secrets— your secrets, in point of fact— seems too simple, too naive for him."

<Miranda> "Your cake is always lovely and light, Duchess."

<Henry> (if-you-know-what-i-mean-and-i-think-you-do)

<Hollyhock God> "Remus loves games, it's true," agrees Fine, "which is why people often assume he's playing one when he isn't. But it's possible that his concern for your welfare is as straightforward as he says it is. Not that that would be any less dangerous."

<Immanuel> While this is all going on can I incarnate myself in the fires of the Inklord's chancel?

  • Miranda nods.

<Hollyhock God> You can certainly try!

<Miranda> "It's stll convoluted. I need to ask Grayson about it, whenever he decides to reappear."

<Miranda> "But in the meantime, out of politeness, I thought it would be refreshing to try asking nicely."

<Hollyhock God> Immanuel discovers lots of libraries, lots of scribes, lots of cold stone rooms, and the general air of incredibly chilly scholarship.

<Immanuel> How sad. I was hoping for tattoos, comic books, maybe some cartoons…

<Miranda> (Q: What burns real good?)

<Immanuel> (A: Everything.)

<Hollyhock God> "I would be delighted to assist," Fine tells you. "I, at any rate, understand duty."

<Henry> (Heh.)

  • Miranda smiles. Finally, somebody who understands!

<Miranda> "Thank you, Duchess. Oh! Is your brother here? I need to return something that belongs to him."

<Immanuel> (Miranda's heart?)

<Hollyhock God> Fine indicates that Noel will join you shortly in the archives.

<Miranda> (Lightning paddle.)

<Dreams> (The placecard, with her phone number scrawled on the other side)

<Hollyhock God> Evidence of his terrible crime!

<Henry> (Lightning paddle?)

<Immanuel> (It's best not to ask.)

<Dreams> (The thingy they use in auctions.)

<Miranda> (Except it belonged to Lightning.)

<Dreams> (Oh, he was going to bid on Miranda in the bachelor auction but was hastily called away due to an attack on the Chancel.)

<Hollyhock God> Noel knocks twice on the door as he lets himself in.

<Henry> (Ah, I see.)

  • Miranda nods. "Excellent. I was also hoping I might arrange an audience with Lord Maxiel, while I was here."
  • Miranda turns to greet Noel.

<Hollyhock God> Maxiel is actually a female Angel, but whichever.

<Miranda> "Ah." she smiles "I believe you, sir, are responsible for breaking one of my windows."

<Dreams> (And… my heart!)

<Immanuel> (Ugh. Captain Planet as a game of Nobilis.)

<Hollyhock God> "I'm always being blamed for things," he says, raising one eyebrow, and takes the paddle. Fine discreetly hurries away, humming loudly.

<Miranda> "It's a curse, I'm sure."

<Hollyhock God> Noel considers this in all seriousness for a second. "Maaaaaybe."

<Miranda> "Nevertheless, it does not absolve you of responsibility."

  • Miranda looks up at Noel for just a second. "But it was a sweet gesture, just the same."

<Hollyhock God> "Well, it was a bit insulting to leave without placing any bids. I would hate to have you think I was rude."

<Miranda> "You are a great many things, Noel. Stoic— perhaps; unflappable— irksomely; infuriating— to be sure. But I don't think it has ever occurred to me to think of you as rude."

<Hollyhock God> Meanwhile, I wonder what the rest of the Familia thinks of the situation now that the resident hawk has flown.

  • Miranda clears her throat, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck.

<Immanuel> I've always thought of her as more of a turtle.

<Hollyhock God> "Oh, so it's all good, then. That's fine, just fine. You came to look through some of the old books?"

<Miranda> "I came to talk to Lady Maxiel. But I wouldn't mind doing a bit of reading beforehand, about one of Rhys' predecessors— if only to prepare properly."

<Miranda> (I'm like Om in Small Gods. I'm a turtle guiding a hawk.)

<Miranda> (… but it's not my scene. Who's scene is it?)

<Hollyhock God> "It's been a while since Our Lady of Lights was awake. Her attention is usually firmly on the War. It's hard to predict when she'll be available to speak to."

  • Immanuel lights something on fire.

<Miranda> (Immanuel is in Vesp's house. Dreams is leaving a message and Henry is…..?)

<Hollyhock God> "Rhys' predecessors… he's only slightly younger than myself. Before him was a man called Alexandros who passed away shortly after my Commencement."

<Hollyhock God> What is Immanuel lighting on fire?

<Immanuel> Everything!

<Immanuel> No.

<Miranda> "Before Alexandros."

<Immanuel> Pens.

<Immanuel> Or quills since it seems like an old fashioned place.

<Immanuel> This place reeks of bureaucracy. And nothing is closer to a paper pusher's heart then his pen.

<Hollyhock God> "Hm, that's before my time. But he might be in the books."

<Hollyhock God> What sort of miracle?

<Henry> (Our fearsome vengeance is complete! Um. Well, how hard would it be to infiltrate the Chancel physically?)

<Henry> (Do we even know an entrance?)

<Miranda> (Our Chancel, or the one Immanuel just iniltrated?)

<Immanuel> (Vesp's)

<Henry> (Vesp',s yeah)

<Miranda> (Apparently not hard if you go in through the fireplace, like a draconic Harry Potter.)

<Immanuel> Hmm.

<Hollyhock God> Well, he's incarnated in the flame, not physically present.

<Immanuel> They think like me, don't they?

<Hollyhock God> So what miracle is he using to set things on fire?

<Immanuel> I assume the flames are filled with an all-consuming penlust.

<Hollyhock God> That doesn't give them power to move out of fireplaces.

<Henry> (Hmm. Could I use a Treasure miracle to use my scalpel to cut a passageway into their Chancel? Assuming we don't have an easily available unguarded entrance lying around)

<Immanuel> Hmm, is it lit by candle light?

<Immanuel> Just how monasteryish is it?

<Hollyhock God> It's sort of Victorian. Old castle that was "modernized" into something 1880s-ish.

<Hollyhock God> It does have electric light, though, except for the fireplaces.

<Hollyhock God> Servants in servant costume hustling about like zombies.

<Hollyhock God> ….fast zombies, I guess.

<Immanuel> Danny Boyle zombies.

<Miranda> Awesome.

<Henry> Heh.

<Immanuel> I can't affect the entire Chancel with a Lesser Sacrifice, can I?

<Hollyhock God> No.

<Immanuel> If not, I'll do a greater sacrifice, spending 3 pmps, to make fire in the estate stop providing heat and light, but still consume.

<Dreams> So it just transforms into accelerated rot, then?

<Immanuel> Rot is such an ugly word.

<Henry> Heh.

<Henry> Well it could still look like flames, just not provide illumination. I guess.

<Hollyhock God> Isn't that a lot of power just to make the fireplaces go out?

<Immanuel> I am annoyed.

<Immanuel> And wish my displeasure known!

<Immanuel> Oh, wait, I can include a lesser miracle as part of a greater one.

<Immanuel> So in addition to that I amp up the ravenous nature of fire.

<Hollyhock God> So you're going to turn them into dark, incredibly ravenous brick-eating flames?

<Immanuel> Exactly.

<Immanuel> Also, valuables-eating flames.

<Hollyhock God> Black flame begins to consume the fireplaces and spread out to touch bookshelves full of irreplaceable volumes!

<Hollyhock God> Servants rather quickly begin rushing out to form bucket chains.

<Hollyhock God> Some of them stand rather closer to the fire than a person with a sensible regard for their own safety should.

<Immanuel> I'm not going to set them on fire, you evil man.

<Henry> (Yay zombies.)

<Immanuel> I'm just going to destroy everything of value to them.

<Hollyhock God> It's hard because they're throwing water on you.

<Hollyhock God> With shocking competence!

<Hollyhock God> Anyway, they aren't rotting or anything, they just seem… dead-eyed.

<Immanuel> Hmm.

<Hollyhock God> As though they were being driven by some larger will that likes standing them near ravenous flames.

<Immanuel> While we're at it, I'm going to start inflicting purification on all the zomboids.

<Immanuel> Yes, I shall do that. I shall burn them all. In the sacred flame.

<Hollyhock God> This is going to require some numbers.

<Immanuel> Yes.

<Hollyhock God> You're currently incarnate in these flames via a Greater Incarnation (5).

<Immanuel> Can I still tinker with the nature of my fires?

<Immanuel> Via last miracle?

<Immanuel> Or is this a new miracle?

<Hollyhock God> And you've used a Greater Sacrifice paired with an Enchantment effect to make them minus heat and light and plus consumption.

<Hollyhock God> You'll need another miracle, yeah. Right now you're just a mundane, albeit altered, collection of flames in various locations.

<Hollyhock God> And the eerie synchrony of these servants implies that they're powered by a Treasure miracle or some kind of magic.

<Hollyhock God> And you've spent 4 PMP already!

<Immanuel> 3…Oh wait I can only spend 2 and 4.

<Immanuel> Damn.

<Immanuel> Well, 2 it is, in for a penny.

<Immanuel> Greater Enchantment to make the fires in addition miraculously purifying and revelatory.

<Immanuel> To drive possession from the mortal servants and make the mind control obvious.

<Hollyhock God> Hm, as the flames spread up the bodies of the unlucky servants standing directly inside the blaze, you can perceive the tattoos marking their bodies light up and become visible under their clothes. But Vesperius' magic fights back against your attempt to break his hold!

<Dreams> (Keep in mind you're fighting a dude who is rocking his in-Chancel 3 MP discount on all miracles.)

<Hollyhock God> There is a struggle which is currently tied. Meanwhile, servants continue to pour water on you, and the flames continue to shrink back towards the fireplaces.

<Immanuel> (Yeah, but for all we know he's a Treasure-Aspect guy.)

<Immanuel> If I weren't a fire I'd tell my Familia to get cracking on that assault.

<Immanuel> Hint, hint.

<Miranda> (The one we decided not to do?)

<Immanuel> (Quiet you, you're on the moon.)

<Immanuel> Gee.

<Miranda> (In space, no one can hear you nag.)

<Immanuel> Can I talk to the sword in my belly?

<Immanuel> While incarnated?

<Hollyhock God> Well, your dragon body is sort of unconscious. Why would you want to?

<Immanuel> To assert its influence over the Chancel.

<Hollyhock God> Since when have you ever been able to make it do anything?

<Hollyhock God> If anything, you're Acceptance's Anchor, not vice versa. :)

<Immanuel> No time like the present.

<Immanuel> Pfeh.

<Hollyhock God> In any case, your assault is in danger of being extinguished.

<Immanuel> I've changed the nature of fire in his estate, haven't I?

<Immanuel> Will that endure?

<Immanuel> He's annoyed me and I wish to make a point.

<Hollyhock God> It doesn't generally, but if you want to say you used the Enchantment to do that, I'll allow it.

<Immanuel> Yes.

<Immanuel> I actually meant the sacrifice.

<Immanuel> Since that was technically a 9 point miracle

<Henry> (Blah, I'm sorry to bug out early but I'm falling asleep at my desk. Err, not due to the game but because I got about an hour's sleep last night)

<Immanuel> Irrevocably changed the nature of fire in his estate to said qualities.

<Immanuel> As a colossal middle finger.

<Hollyhock God> Sure, that works. So you'll be exiting the field and leaving him with that reminder?

<Immanuel> Yes.

<Hollyhock God> Sounds right.

<Miranda> (Oh, geez. I was really hoping we could get something for Henry tonight…)

<Immanuel> Henry!

<Henry> (Sorry)

<Immanuel> Quickly, you're in the spotlight!

  • Henry dances.

<Hollyhock God> Meanwhile, Henry and Dreams are pleased that they were able to avoid an assault on the Ink-Lord.

<Immanuel> Do something radical!

<Henry> (I can try to come up with a Project to pursue for next week and post it on the thread so Rand has something to work with.)

<Hollyhock God> Poor Henry has no dangling plot hooks! Except his devil romance.

<Hollyhock God> Somebody should tell me what his devil is like because I feel ill-equipped to create the character to suit my own whims.

<Hollyhock God> You know what my whims are like!

<Henry> Heh. Well I can try to get something more solid together on her. At the moment, close to falling asleep at my desk.

<Dreams> I suddenly picture a female devil dressed in a pimp suit.

<Dreams> Cane and everything.

<Henry> Later, folks!

<Hollyhock God> I suppose this session has been a bit chaotic. I was expecting people to destroy the Ink-Lord in a somewhat enthusiastic way, but this hasn't happened.

<Hollyhock God> I guess Miranda can still search the archives for data on Fehim.

<Miranda> Dream made it seem like that was me being silly.

<Miranda> So, yeah, OK, searching the archives!

<Hollyhock God> And yet, all the books for that period are blank. As though scorched out of the page by some burning hand that left nothing behind.

<Hollyhock God> Only Fehim's portrait remains on the wall.

<Hollyhock God> He seems familiar in some vague way.

<Miranda> "Noel, your archives appear to have been vandalized."

<Hollyhock God> "Hm," says Noel, "I've seen marks like this before when Our Lady was upset by something and destroyed it."

<Hollyhock God> He looks up at Fehim's picture. "I don't know much about this guy. He reminds me of you, though."

<Miranda> "My hair is nothing like that."

<Hollyhock God> "I don't mean because he's bald."

<Miranda> "Remus claims he brought Maxiel back from the dead."

<Hollyhock God> "What, seriously?"

<Miranda> "Yes. Seriously."

<Miranda> "At least that's what he says."

<Hollyhock God> "How does he claim to know?"

<Miranda> "He claims to have Fehim's journal."

<Miranda> "But none of it makes very much sense."

<Hollyhock God> "Well, you should…." Noel considers. "I don't think Remus tells lies very often. He says he likes to keep the perceived value of his stock high."

<Hollyhock God> "But I think maybe this is something Maxiel wants to keep secret."

<Miranda> "Maybe. But selling secrets? I'll just ask Grayson. Something doesn't add up. Though I was hoping your Bright Lady could shed some light on the matter."

<Dreams> (And a sudden, lightning strike destroys the journal! And Remus.)

<Hollyhock God> "If she hid this from her own servants, I doubt she'll speak to you. But I think you should try to find out what's in this journal, because I know I want to know."

<Hollyhock God> "Is there some way I can help?"

<Miranda> "That's a very good question. Obviously, the journal is of interest, but I'm assuming Grayson is better suited to shed light on its mysteries."

<Hollyhock God> Maybe so.

<Hollyhock God> But I fear they must remain mysterious for another week!

  • You are now known as Rand Brittain
  • Miranda is now known as ADamiani
  • Dreams is now known as Benhimself

<Rand Brittain> I am being called away, so I'll have to prepare a lovely mystery plot for next week revolving around the death of Maxiel in the before-time.

  • Immanuel is now known as Melum

<Rand Brittain> Is Immanuel going to tell anybody he started a war?

<ADamiani> To be fair, the Ink Lord started it.

<Melum> Yeah.

<Melum> Always blaming me.

<Melum> I'm a dragon and can't be held accountable for lighting things on fire.

<Benhimself> You are the living incarnation of responsibility over all things fire.

<Rand Brittain> Heh.

<Rand Brittain> Well, sorry this was a quiet week. Next time, explosions!

<Melum> Yes.

<Rand Brittain> Mysterious ones!

<Melum> And fire burns.

<ADamiani> … we did kinda have explosions this week.

<Melum> And I'm damn good at it!

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