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After the debacle with the tracers, Kyrel had set down with his spells. Everyone preparing, first, before setting out to take care of final businesses.

Gabriel quietly examines the treasure that has been already been found, feeling the smooth wood of the short bow, and comparing to his own, well used one. "This is worked well. Would there be objections to my claiming this as mine?

Derleth is checking his armor. Minor damage to the armor is self-healed, somehow, but he always has to take care of anny major damage, else the enchantment is lost beyond his ability to fix.

Derleth waves a hand. "Take it, Gabriel. You'll get the most use of it."

Gabriel smiles. "I thank you. I hope to use it well. So, do you have any ideas of how we should proceed tomorrow?

Silniya checks her weapons, but had opted to forgo wearing the leather armor; simply a hinderance in case she does need to change, and likely should at the beginning of any skirmish. "I have my longbow; besides, you made good use of the smaller variant."

Kyrel steps out of the room where he was studying, stretching a bit. "Tonight, actually. I don't need it, Gabriel. Use it."

The door opens, the Kobold comes in. Looking relatively fine. A glanc earound. "Has the shares been divvied up yet?"

Derleth looks at Gabriel. "We go to the hub, find a sewer grate, and start searching. Best idea I have."

Kyrel says, "Mostly. Didn't you get your pick already?"

"I did, but I was referring to all of the gold and whatnot."

Derleth grunts. "We're a little more concerned about the Talonites, Regin. If we don't stop them tonight...gold won't mean dung."

Kyrel waves a hand vaguely in the direction of the chest. "Haven't sorted through the gold yet. We've got tonight to get through, first."

Derleth says, "or are you planning to take your share and go? You're welcome, if that's your thought."

He wrinkles his snout. "Damn. Because, I was looking to slip out tonight."

Derleth nods, as if he expected this. "Go ahead and take a share. As long as you don't steal too much, we won't care about the grift."

Gabriel says, "Ah. With the chaos that would happen should we lose, I can understand that. Too bad we can't give it all to you and catch up later for our shares. If we fall, we may find little use for our shares."

Kyrel shrugs. "Your option. Though we'd be glad to have your help this evening, I don't blame you for wanting to get out. I've been... volunteered to help out, I'm afraid."

"Fair enough." He had poured all of the collected riches into the box, and thus where everything is, for now, kept. Wandering over to the chest, he takes up a bag, to begin sifting through a good fifth of the shares. "No offense, but I don't Belong in those sewers. I don't owe this city anything, and nor it me. This was a business transaction, I'm not a freedom fighter."

Derleth nods. "You got us safely through the traps, and that we owe you for. Have a safe journey." His face is bland as he tests his armor straps.

Kyrel clears his throat. "Unless you're interested in another business transaction?"

Raking it further into his sack, the kobold peers curiously toward Kyrel. "Hm?"

Kyrel says, "Double share if you help out tonight?"

Gabriel says, "Hold on. Double share would reduce mine as well."

He pauses, considering. "That's likely worth it, but I doubt I'd make it out of there alive, quite frankly. I nearly died going back into the guild." Shaking his bag, "Me, I'd like to go start my own nest. Or raise a team of elite tomb divers. What else can a kobold want? I've got the funding."

Kyrel chuckles. "All right. Good luck, then."

A nod. "Don't die down there," He says, simply, and walks towards the door.

Gabriel strings the new bow, pulling it experimentally.

Derleth sighs. "Maybe it means one less man, but I'm glad not to have to worry about him. He served his purpose, but..."

Kyrel nods. "We'll try not to." He watches the kobold leave, then turns toward the others. "So. I want to find out if Loremistress Kellian has discovered anything we need to know before we go in. Anyone else coming with me?"

Derleth considers. "I think I'll stay inside, in case that bat is still around."

Gabriel says, "I will accompany you. The streets are still dangerous."

Silniya glances at Derleth, a slight smirk. "Even if I feel I should babysit, to ensure that he doesn't get into trouble, perhaps I should go along?"

The three head down into the common room of the Tavern. It seems rather a-buzz with talk, some speaking quite excitedly about something or another. The halfling House Mage is off in one corner, talking to a man at a table.

Kyrel grins. "Nah, let him get in a bit of trouble. I'm sure that barmaid would love to oblige him while we're gone. Just don't use up all your luck on her, Derleth."

***reverse those two.

Kyrel pauses as he enters the commons. "Just a moment..." He heads over to where Jessen is talking.

The halfling and his conversational partner glance up as Kyrel walks to them, a rectangle of something setting, wrapped on the table.

+++Editor: Insert something about Silniya giving Derleth a little look, as Ky said what he said before the jump. ;)

Gabriel wears his cloak in the crowded room, the hood up and shading his face in darkness as he watches the room warily.

Kyrel nods to Jessen and his friend. "Afternoon, Jessen. What's everyone excited about?"

Jessen smiles apologeticly to the fellow at his table, before looking back. "Apparently, the Mayor is giving a speech tomorrow, at Buearucrat Circle."

*****Editor: Before he jump, when Ky and Sil make comments about Derleth, he just responds dourly, "I refuse to dignify that lewd comment with an answer." He doesn't look at Sil when he says that, however.

Kyrel snorts, and mutters under his breath. "If we're all still here tomorrow." He shakes his head. "What about?"

"Likely to address this whole Talonite business. He's been speaking to the Ilmaterian church, some say."

Gabriel moves to the bar, watching Kyrel work. "Mulled wine, please," he requests from the barteder.

The halfling simply looks up at him, before fetching it, quite quickly, settling the drinkd own before Gabriel.

Kyrel says, "They're as confused about it as anyone else, I think. They've got prophecies that don't seem to make a lot of sense, and they can't quite seem to agree on what they mean. If we're not back in time for the speech, I'd advise leaving town instead. "

"The bags are packed," He says simply. His associate's brows have rissen.

"Should I be hesitant about reserving your scry rooms, sir?" The tablemate asks, somewhat concerned.

Kyrel nods. "Good luck, then. I hope you don't have to head out." He turns to the other fellow. "They're excellent rooms, sir. It's the city that's in trouble..."

A shake of the tablemate's head. "Nono. I am to be visiting the city, with associates, soon, and wish to reserve the rooms. Which room do you might have?"

The man appears to have a more southern dialect and apperance; a mustach and complexion, as well as an accent befret those of Calimshan, the Shining South's largest port city, Desert Gem.

++Editor: Nathon, not city. Calimshan is a nation, Calmsite is a city. Doh.

Kyrel says, "If the city is still here in a couple days, you won't have any problems with the rooms, sir. They're quite comfortable and the spells work."

Jessen smiles apologeticly toward Kyrel, before offering, "You're not currently in your rooms, would you be against one of the staff to let my associate look in?" Silniya, who had sidled up to Kyrel, offers, "My room would be better."

Kyrel nods. "Have to agree. Derleth will be here, if you want to show any of the rooms, I'd suggest you take him with you."

Kyrel raises an eyebrow at Jessen. "The whole point of a scry-proof room is not to let anyone else see what we've got in there, after all."

The Calimshan gives Silniya a displeasured look, noting the weapons belt at her waist, before he turns to Kyrel, then finally the halfling. "I think that would do well, I feel." Jessen looks scolded for a second, before offering, "I've been talking to the gentleman for the better part of the day. He seems rather interested in my wards, too! The pigeon-banes, and all that. He sketched a few for a wizard of his home country." It is well known that Calimshan wizards are rather arrogant about their skills. The halfling shoots Kyrel a confident little smile.

Silniya nudges Kyrel. "We have things we need to be taking care of."

Kyrel says, "Indeed...." He gives the Calimshan a hard look, then shrugs. "I would hope that someone interested in secrecy would understand the same desire in others."

Gabriel watches, tense as he sips his wine.

The man nods. "I am simply observing apt ability of the house master, and his defenses. One not does wish to lay one's safety in inept defenses. My home city is full of thieves. One can not be too careful."

Kyrel nods. "My position exactly. Good day, then, sir."

Kyrel heads out, after making a point of apprising Derleth of the conversation. "Keep an eye on him, would you? He may be legit, but the things he's doing are just what I'd be trying to find out to crack the spells, too."

Derleth, who appeared to be in the middle of something with inscence, nods thoughtfully. "If he comes up, I'll do what I can."

The three then leave for the Cathedral. Which happens to have quite the lot of men moving about just inside, priests in vestments with vials and scrolls at belts, several men in armor and weapons. The three are stopped by a mace-belted young woman, giving the three an eye. "Yes?"

Kyrel says, "We're here to see Mistress Kellian."

She pauses, giving Kyrel a critical glance. "Who is calling?"

Kyrel says, "Kyrel, Silniya, and Gabriel. We brought her some information yesterday."

At the names, she stiffens. Turning, pulling a mailed hand up, "Summon Sir Danos!"

Kyrel says, "Is there a problem?"

Gabriel tenses up, his reaction barely under his cloak...

Several young armored men scurry at her command, and head into the main hall. Turning back, she gives a shallowly sweet smile. "He simply requested to be called, if you arived."

The doors open, and out steps Danos, in full-fitted gear. The mace-armed woman turns to wave him over. "Sir Danos!" He spots the doorway, and strides over, the crowd parting for him. "Ah, Kyrel," The man states, as he comes to the door. "I was hoping to see you."

Kyrel raises an eyebrow. "You seem to have given everyone the impression that heads would roll if you didn't."

His face is nonresponsive. Looking around, "I see that Father Derleth is missing. I hope the meeting with your contact went well?"

Gabriel blinks, confused. Whispering, he asks Silniyia, "Are we about to be attacked?

Kyrel keeps a straight face. "Well enough. We have a lead now." So, do I give him that cryptic phrase, or not? I'm still not sure that they're not being manipulated.

Silniya leans over, murmuring, "If we can't toss the fetching stick for him to run elsewhere to."

Danos seems oblivious to the whispering conversation. "Indeed. Then, please, by all means, educate me." A glance around. "My troops all about the Cathedral are preparing. But a zeroed in place would be most beneficial."

Kyrel sighs. "Sir Danos... I will be frank. Before we tell you, we need to speak with the Loremistress. The Plague Mistress has done this before, and been successful at least twice according to what we've been able to find out. I suspect that the intervention of your Temple is something they expect, and perhaps even plan on. I want to know what Kellian has found out about Daggerdale first. Talona failed there, and I want to know how and why."

His lips tighten. "I was not informed of the Loremistress's search. Such could have been of aid. All right, then, I shall accompany you; certainly this will be helpfull in the cause."

Kyrel nods. "Fair enough. If we may...?"

Waving his hand, the Paladin clears a way, and leads the three toward the Loremistress's office, which recieves a firm knock by Danos. "Lady Kellian."

From within, "Yes?" "I wish to speak to you in matters most urgent, in reguards to past events."

Kyrel adds, "It's Kyrel, Loremistress. Time is short, and I was hoping you'd been able to find more details about what happened at Daggerdale and Corim."

The door opens, after a brief hesitation from within. "Ah... yes?" The woman looks from the paladin, to Kyrel, almost pleadingly to get Danos off her back. She snaps up to attention, though. "Oh. Well, Daggerdale was... rather simple. The assaulting force tried a very stupid move: They intended on sieging the mission. Their leader was not a priest, but a hired blade. He thought to go in like a battering ram, instead of poisoning the wells and sickening the guard, which seems to have been the protocal in Corim."

Danos, through this, seems to be watching Kyrel more then the Lore Mistress, his face unreadable.

Kyrel says, "Hmm. That's ... disappointing. I was hoping it was something more subtle than a blunder on the part of her servants. Did you get any more details about what happened at the end in Corim? I still can't help feeling that they want Danos' people there for some bizarre reason. The dream that Sashelas sent me before this all began ended with an eighth point on a seven-pointed star and the appearance of the Plague Demon. "

Danos's expression tightens, but, not watching, Kellian shakes her head. "Not that I can find. However, I did eventually find a telling from a witness from the coming of the Plague Angel." She dives into her office, before returning with a piece of parchment. Taking it up, the woman reads aloud.

"I thought the world had ended. The sky turned black, with dark lightnings curling around red clouds. Sunlight was swallowed up, before it began to rain blood... and then she came."

The woman bites her lip, as she goes on. "A man died, blood everywhere, a man fell to the ground, and clutched his sides, and split apart, to become her. I fled the scene. I could hear screaming and choking and smell the vomit and expellings of the sick around me." Looking up, "It recorded that he died, shortly after, from fever."

Kyrel says, "I'm not at all surprised by that. Morbid, but not useful. Nothing earlier in that parchment about how the summoning was done?"

"There wern't many survivors that witnessed it."

+++Editor: Rather, there wern't many witnesses that survived."

Kyrel nods. "What bother me is the part about the innocents." He quotes. "Innocent the blood that brought the power. Innocent the power that led to the raising. Innocent the vessel that the power flowed from. I don't quite know what it means, but I'm really not sure that we want anyone who fits that description anywhere near the scene."

"Or, perhaps the innocent blood is the duped sacrificer," Kellian puts in. Danos's face darkens at that.

"Or, the sacrifices themselves..."

Gabriel says, "Finding innocents is possible, even in the worst of cities."

Kyrel says, "Or the Child. The whole business is puzzling."

"Anything else?" She asks, before glancing at Danos.

Kyrel spreads his hands out. "Anything pertinent? I was hoping you'd find some clue somewhere about who the sacrifices were supposed to be."

She shakes her head. "Nothing, I'm sorry." Danos inclines his head. "Now that we've heard this, I would ask, Kyrel, if you could now inform me of where I should begin planning the assault on. It would be most appreciative if I could get the location."

Kyrel says, "To be honest, we don't know exactly even yet. Our contact was rather cryptic... talked about the Hub of the City. We're thinking that it might mean the old Thieve's Guild Hall in the center of town."

Danos stares back at Kyrel. His voice turns very slow, and purposed. "Excuse my rudeness, sir mage, but, in all honestly, I think you are hiding the truth."

Kellian wisely takes one look at both of the speaking men, and slips back into her office, to shut the door.

Kyrel glares up at the burly human. "I'm not hiding anything. I don't know what it means! Does 'Hub of the City' mean anything to you?"

"Really," He replies, almost quietly. "Then, why is it you said the same thing as you said before meeting your contact? You mentioned the 'Hub' before you met with him."

+++Editor: Discredit all that has transpired after Danos's 'To be honest' comment.

Kyrel says, "To be honest, we don't know exactly even yet. Our contact was rather cryptic... we already knew it was supposed to be the Hub of the City. Our contact was ... less than helpful. He was already dead, and Derleth wasn't able to get much out of his shade."

"Really," Danos says, taking a step closer. "How convenient for him to die. Then, Sir Mage, where will you be going to, after this, considering how you know as little as I do."

Kyrel chuckles dryly. "We killed him ourselves, Sir Danos. You were there. Derleth went back to chat with the body." He paces. "We didn't want to tell you before, because at the time, we didn't know if your presence would help trigger the spells that the Talonites were using... and I still don't know for sure if your people would help or actually cause the disaster... just by being there.

Danos's lips thin. "You're avoiding the question," He says simply. "And, are you trying to tell me, that you do not think that my people should be defusing this? That able bodied healers, that holy blades shall be left docile and useless, because You think that we may start this? Then, by this thinking, What would you suggest? That we simply sit back, and wait for Talona herself to ooze up from the depths and walk into the city Herself?"

++Editor: Take one of those 'herself' outta there.

Kyrel turns to stare up at the burly human. "Sashelas sent me the dream about this whole business. It almost seems as if you folks are too close to see it clearly. It's tied up with Ilmater's Wounding, somehow. According to what we found, the first of these ... Plague Angels, or whatever you want to call them, occurred at the time of the Wounding." He nods. "Sarcasm aside, Sir Danos, that's exactly what I fear. The Plague Goddess knows you all too well. I understand your frustration, but I suspect that this is a time for you to stay back and defend, and let others carry the fight for you."

Kyrel stares into the middle distance. "Everything that's happened - all the snide remarks from the Talonites we've already faced - it's as if they're goading you. They want you to charge in, Sir Danos. They're expecting it. To beat them, we've got to do something they don't expect.

"I see," He replies, eyes knife-edged at the wizard. "So, what you are suggesting is, that we simply hole up in the Cathedral, and let hired swords, Thieves, and the unhonest do our swarn duty For us? My Order has been fighting them long before your elven grandsire was but a pointy eared babe. There is, what, three, four of you? And, you plan on stopping them How?"

Gabriel clears his throat from where he leans against the wall. "Bah. You don't look that impressive, anyway. I certainly could defeat you were we to fight bare handed, as true men should.

Kyrel is too honest to lie to the paladin. "I don't know how, actually. But we've dealt with several of their minions already. Four of us can be much stealthier than a company of warriors--" He glares at the monk. "This is not the time for fighting amongst ourselves."

Gabriel says, "It wouldn't be a fight. Besides, if he were defeated, he would have to agree that we are perhaps better prepared to make a first assault."

Danos simply turns his head, to send a harsh look right back at Gabriel. "Yes, I'd likely believe that, if I were to fight an actual man." He glances back to Kyrel. "And, how, pray tell, do you plan on stopping them, If you don't even know where they are?"

Kyrel says, "Sir Danos... we do have an idea where they are. I will tell you, but I would like the chance to go in first. Give us two hours before you follow. If we can beat them, we'll do it in that time, and if we can't, you'll still have time to try to stop them. Will you give me your word of honor?"

Gabriel snorts, smiling. Danos has refused to fight him. No honor there, in his eyes.

He is silent, for a moment. "Tell me where it is. I will give you two hours to scout, and then I am coming in."

Danos adds, "Because, if you do not survive, you cannot come back to tell me where it is, so that My men may try."

Kyrel says, "That's what I expected. The ceremony is supposed to be tonight, though we don't know exactly when."

"Then, What do you suggest?"

Gabriel says, "When the sun is swallowed, is it not?"

Kyrel blinks. "Wait a moment. That scroll said something about the sun being blotted out. That can't be at night..."

Gabriel says, "Unless it's metaphorical. Prophecies are unreliable things, at best."

Danos's brows knit. "So the summoning is not tonight?"

Kyrel says, "That wasn't a prophecy. It was an eyewitness account. A crowd, and then the sky going crazy. The sliver moon is tonight, but ... remember what everyone was talking about? That speech by the mayor? What if that's the time?"

Danos just... goes blank. "Then, what's tonight?"

Kyrel says, "Maybe nothing. Maybe a trap. The location we got was Bureaucrat Circle..."

"Where did you get the information of the meeting at that time, from? Could the source have lied?"

Kyrel says, "The speech?" He waves his hand. "The town criers have been announcing it. And the scroll was from your own archives."

The paladin waves his hand. "No, that this will be held under a sliver moon, at the Hub of the City."

Kyrel says, "A spirit under compulsion can't lie. Not as such. It can be misleading, though."

"Right," Danos puts in. "So *something* Is happening tonight."

Kyrel says, "Perhaps... and I suppose we should go find out what. But a sliver moon doesn't require night. It follows the sun. And if there's an eclipse...." He starts pacing again. "This is bad..."

The paladin raises a finger. "I will tell you what. You go scout, tonight. You listen, you watch. If there is a meeting, you contact us, and we shall swoop in like a falcon on a nest of mice. Even if it is not a summoning, perhaps we may kill them before they have a chance. If it is not, then you still alert us of what you find. My force will remain inactive, incase something happens. IF this is infact an attack on the city, we Will go after it."

Kyrel nods. "Fair enough. I'll send Kiri if we need you... " He rouses his familiar. "Kiri? We're going into danger tonight. If I fall, you fly back to where we leave Sir Danos and get him to come."

Kiri squeaks.

Silniya glances from man to man. "Good. Now that the pissing contest is over, we can leave, yes?"

Kyrel chuckles. "Were we that bad, dear lady?"

She waves a hand. "It's not important. What's important is us finding out what is going down."

It's nearly sundown, as the group finally collaberates and reaches Buearucrat Circle. It's home to a high classy Inn, several of the City's legislature, the Mayor's offices, and so forth. In the center, a high rised scaffled, some five feet off the ground, with now a podium atop. Some had pointed out to others on the street it was the site of executions, or displays.

Gabriel says, "We must find a entrance into the area under the Hub..."

Derleth looks about broodingly. He's still not pleased with the way things turned out with Danos, but...he wasn't there, and Kyrel did his best. "Look for some sewer grates...

After some inspection, they find one along an alley, that the water from rain seems to flow into.

Gabriel examines the grate for a moment. "Allow me..."

After finding a latch Under the grate, Gabriel pulls it open, and the four descend into the sewers. A few twists and turns later, they come to a small tunnel, beneath the Circle. A grate is set into the floor, it's slats wide, and what looks to be a shallow floor. Off to the side, a door-like slab of the wall has been removed, baring a dark tunnel.

++Editor: Shallow floor under that grate.

Gabriel, after peering into the tunnel, finds that, so far in, there's a turn. Kiri, flitting down, reports there are stairs.

Kyrel glances at the dragon. "This way?" he whispers, pointing down the tunnel.

Derleth says, "Wait, all of you."

Gabriel shrugs, not knowing, and pauses at Derleth's words/

Silniya pauses, sniffing. "I smell... very faintly, smoke."

Derleth says, "This is the time of truth...so I have some special dweomers prepared. I should use them now."

Derleth motions to Gabriel. "Come here."

Gabriel comes forward, cautiously. Magic, while not unfamiliar, does have some memories attached to it.

Derleth reaches out and lays his fingertips gently on Gabriel's chest. After hesitating to make sure he does not take offense, Derleth chants, asking for Lliara's blessing....and his clothes start to glow with holy light. "There. That will provide better protection now, which you'll need if you'll take these clerics and warriors hand to hand..."

Derleth smiles. "Sil. You've got enchanted blades, as I asked, but, gabriel uses fists...and your backup blade can be made stronger by me. Is it, ah....safe for me to touch naked? or should I enchant it in its scabbard?"

Unsheathing her shortsword, the one won off of the backstabbing faux-Regin, "I think this is what you mean? I can call forth it's acidic sheath on command. So, it's safe, for now." She offers him the non-weeping blade, hilt first.

Derleth nods and goes in similar fashion with the new blade. It glows permanently now, as it has become a blessed blade, for the duration of the spell. Then he looks at Kyrel. "Do you have any protection from fire, at the moment, Ky?"

Kyrel nods. "The cloak I got from the gnome. Works very nicely, too. I don't have any magical protections, though.

Derleth shakes his head. "I was going to use this spell for myself, but after the last fight, If I am not at your side....you might need this more than I, if you were to come under....fire." He smiles grimly at the bad joke. He lays his hands on Kyrel, and gifts him with one of Lliara's special domain spells to protect him from fire.

Silniya tips her head. "But what about you?"

Derleth says, "There are only a fe that I would dare cast now. But I will cast them both..."

She nods. "Then, shall we?"

Kyrel says, "Forward. I hope they're home..."

Derleth clasps his medallion, and in a long drawn out ritual, he first asks Lliara for strength, and then for, her Holy Wisdom, which served him so well before.

The four head into the dark tunnel. At the stairs, the faint sight of torchlight can be sensed. They sneak lower, and, as the curving stairwell leads downward, what comes into view is a torch-lit ampatheater, carved into the floor of a large chamber. At the bottom, an altar, covered in green and purple cloth, candles set atop. A few people are mulling about, waiting, but it seems there's not a lot present, yet.

At the top of the far wall, is a small, foot wide hole.

Derleth looks grimly pleased. As the boys at the temple might say, Jackpot.

However, at close looking about, without yet being spotted, it would appear the only place to hide would be the pillars skirting the edge of the ampatheater.

Two men walk out of the far door of the ampatheater, at the top of the stairs leading into it. Both wearing clerical vestments, looking about. Three men and a woman follow them.

One of the men in dark clothing gets down to sweep the ampatheater's floor.

Derleth whispers, "Back up, back into the dark."

Derleth considers. "Wait here. I'm gonna check that grate, see if there's something we can use." he says very quietly.

Derleth heads up the stairs, and inspects the grate. Then, taking a small pebble from his pouch, he casts a small orison to earn light. The ring on his finger flashes, a moment, before he becomes a small white fox. Taking the glowstone into his mouth, and jumping into the little tunnel, through the grate, he follows the small tunnel... which dips downward, several times, almost 'stair' like. A turn, a second, and then he sees the torchlight. The small, foot wide hole that was spied at the top of the ampatheater is just before him; a perfect view from the floor, to the stadium itself.

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