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Post by DM Cephas on Jan 1, 2009 3:51:43 GMT -5
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Post by DM Cephas on Jan 1, 2009 8:18:40 GMT -5
After reading Kahlen's second letter addressed to the guild, Nahum decides to call for a meeting of his guildsmen at Istari Tower. He also invites his close allies: Daelthrien, leader of the Rangers; Tarsakh, druidic ally of the forests; and Aiden, a lieutenant of the Flaming Fists. He approaches the pedestal with a heavy heart and addresses his fellowship. "My brethren, I am certain that news of the Overwatch's departure from our fellowship has been made known. Until a suitable Overwatch is deemed worthy, Weave Seeker Lyra will assume his duties. If word has not yet reached you, let this be notice to you.
It appears that he has been blinded by his desire for revenge and has taken the word of man named Justin Crownsilver that has long disliked our guild. Before I address our Kahlen's departure, I must caution you all on your interactions with this man. My naivete allowed me to trust him only to have his quill pierced upon my back. Be mindful of your words and actions for he will all too eagerly use it to defame you and our fellowship. I fear that I do not know the source of his animosity but be mindful nonetheless.
As for Kahlen, it has long been rumored and now confirmed of his newfound dedication to Shevarash, the Black Archer and the elven god of revenge. I am concerned his hatred for the drow has consumed him and his heart has turned as dark as the Black Archer's arrows. He is by no means considered an enemy but be aware of where he stands. Should you have the influence to pull him from this dark path, my eternal gratitude will be upon you.
Should any of you share the poison of such revenge in your veins and wish depart our fellowship however, you will not be stopped. This fellowship was built upon mutual trust and the promotion of certain ideals. Deep-seated hatred and wanton destruction are not any of those ideals.
As for this drow... *Nahum pauses* Please trust that I have the wisdom to know one who has been brought to the light by Elistraee, the goddess who seeks redemption of the drow, and one who has not. Should your curiosity take hold, this drow mentioned is not one of them so do not be fooled to believe that I will be so easily swayed by his deceitful cunning nor should you believe that membership by drow can be bought at a price.
Now, as for those I have already notified ((All ECL races that are being send to the UD once the UD is done)), prepare yourselves for your dangerous mission. Find this drow city named Sshameth and see if you can infiltrate it. Send us reports of your findings and news of any surface raiding parties that are planned. Disrupt them if you are able. Should you find allies there, enlist them to our aid. Baldur's Gate is our home and we should protect it as such."
Nahum then pauses a great while longer. At some point he gathers himself and continues. 'If you will excuse me, my brethren, my heart is still heavy. My magics can deflect piercing arrows but it seems that they cannot protect me from piercing words. I have no more words I need to relay. Should you wish to speak further with me, I can be found in my chamber."With that, Nahum walks heavy hearted to his chambers. His weight supported by his staff as if carrying a larger burden than what he normally carries. The following letter is found by all active Weave Scouts, hidden in places near to their resting spots, their belongings, or right in their path. A slightly altered copy is found in Tarsakh's glade as well... Fellow Guildsman,
It is with great shame and a feeling of absolute betrayal that I find myself writing these letters. Each of you will receive a copy, in hopes that word travels as quickly as possible.
Not a night has past since I was relayed some very troubling news. It seems that members of our guild were spotted and clearly found to be speaking with and cooperating with a vile dark elf, deep in the cloakwood. It is not without great consternation that I say that this disgusts me moreso than any possible act of foul magics, as it dishonors my Mother's life and death..as well as my very faith... to do anything but serve quick death upon any of their sick race.
Furthermore, when asked by a widely respected, upstanding servant of justice to aid in the apprehension and interrogation of said Drow, our Exarch as well as fellow guildsman, Clay Stoen and the one known as Raz did not use their great mastery of the weave to help. Indeed they stood idly by as the robed, hooded dark elf ran into the darkness.
It is, then, without any confusion as to why I renounce all ties with this Gods forsaken guild, and hearby call all of my fellow Elves to do so as well.. for cooperation with such treachery will only hasten our already declining influence in this region.
It was overheard that this dark elf spoke of a drow settlement not a tenday's ride from our city.. and that our leadership and this abomination may have been bartering a seat in our very guild for the location of this enclave.
With Shevarash as my witness, I will find this city of drow, and give my life toward its destruction.
Alone but with Honor,
Kahlen Wyndsoul
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Post by malfak on Jan 1, 2009 17:24:09 GMT -5
*Waylan Dantes marches into the city of Baldur's Gate in hopes that he may seek council with the Weave Masters. Waylan has encountered and shared company with members of the Weave Masters the past few weeks and has spoke with Nahum about contacting Kahlen to seek a position as a scout.
Upon arriving at the Tower he finds that no one is available to speak with him about this matter. Waylan leaves a letter with the "person at the door" and kindly asks them to leave it with the proper authorities.*
The letter reads...
To Whom It May Concern,
I, Waylan Dantes, leave this letter with the Weave Masters in hopes that I may offer my services.
I have traveled with some of the Weave Masters recently and we have shared good company and even a few common interests. I have always found members of your order to honest good genuine folk and I am a man that appreciates and respects that highly.
I am a native of Lonelywood, a settlement belonging to the Ten Towns of Icewind Dale. It is there that I honed my survival, stalking, stealth, and combat skills.
For now, the Sword Coast is my home and while I am here I wish to offer my services to the Weave Masters as they have shown me nothing but respect and kindness.
I shall return in a weeks time in hopes to speak further on the matter. I shall be in the Cloakwood area untill that time if you wish to speak with me.
Waylan Dantes
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Post by raenir on Jan 1, 2009 22:31:58 GMT -5
it is midnight, with the darkness of the night contrasting with the flickering lights of the street lamps and inner light of the many buildings of Baldur's Gate. But in this night, many seek comfort for the night is tempting with its seducing comfort of darkness that shrouds the soul, hides ones thoughts and most importantly for this one, soothes his vision that has been stung for days upon days by the accursed sun.
Walking down the avenue hidden by only the darkness for spells would attract the attention of those he did not seek out. To the Tower of Istari was his destination, an important task his goal, his magic his tool. Rats and vermin fled before him, mere commoners who dared obstruct his path cowered before his gaze for while his hood hid his features, it did not hide his eyes, burning red with ambition and with the feverish power that is his magic.
Upon reaching the Tower of Istari the robed figured sighed in longing for here was the object of his dreams, a Tower of High Sorcery, a building and people dedicated to studying the Art and practicing its lawful use. A group of people he hoped he could work with for the greater good of the magic.... He sighed. And began chanting the arcane words of power he needed for his spell and as he said them his fingers almost as if of their own accord perfectly inscribed his message onto the door, it was a simple spell really but he was combining it with other spells to achieve his desired effect. A message would appear here if read but only if read by the intended recipierent so no passer bys would notice it.
The message reads:
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Post by DM Cephas on Jan 2, 2009 23:27:03 GMT -5
Nahum receives the letter and a deep feeling of frustration enters him as he recalls the trouble the drow has caused him. He collects himself however closes his eyes, putting himself in a place where his objectivity overcomes his feelings. He pens his missive in response and sends it via Clay or Raz for they were the only two that have ever met him. They somehow find him and delivers the message. ~~~~~ooo~~~~~
Renier,
It is with steadfast heart that I deny your desire to join my fellowship. None of what you said in the forest nor penned in your letter lead me to believe that knowledge of the Weave can be entrusted upon you. Even if your words are not laced with lies as is the norm for your kin, you desire too much the knowledge that so easily corrupts. Your thirst reminds me of Thayan Red Wizards and I will not be responsible in revealing such power to one that will misuse it.
You veil your threats by putting responsibility upon me should you "stray without guidance" but by mere mentioning of those words, you display your understanding of right or wrong. You do not seek to be "guided". You only seek the the arcane knowledge that escapes you. You also are mistaken that you could buy entrance into my guild. You will find that we will easily learn the arts that you try to entice us with.
I suspect perhaps that it was your cunning that sought to cause strife to my fellowship from outside and within. If so, you have succeeded. You have also succeeded in gaining shadows that will follow you. You will be under watchful eye and any lies you have spun will be found out. And should we believe that you scout only to bring assault to the surface, your life will be forfeit.
Signed, Exarch Nahum~~~~~ooo~~~~~
it is midnight, with the darkness of the night contrasting with the flickering lights of the street lamps and inner light of the many buildings of Baldur's Gate. But in this night, many seek comfort for the night is tempting with its seducing comfort of darkness that shrouds the soul, hides ones thoughts and most importantly for this one, soothes his vision that has been stung for days upon days by the accursed sun.
Walking down the avenue hidden by only the darkness for spells would attract the attention of those he did not seek out. To the Tower of Istari was his destination, an important task his goal, his magic his tool. Rats and vermin fled before him, mere commoners who dared obstruct his path cowered before his gaze for while his hood hid his features, it did not hide his eyes, burning red with ambition and with the feverish power that is his magic.
Upon reaching the Tower of Istari the robed figured sighed in longing for here was the object of his dreams, a Tower of High Sorcery, a building and people dedicated to studying the Art and practicing its lawful use. A group of people he hoped he could work with for the greater good of the magic.... He sighed. And began chanting the arcane words of power he needed for his spell and as he said them his fingers almost as if of their own accord perfectly inscribed his message onto the door, it was a simple spell really but he was combining it with other spells to achieve his desired effect. A message would appear here if read but only if read by the intended recipierent so no passer bys would notice it.The message reads:
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Post by raenir on Jan 3, 2009 0:32:06 GMT -5
Send your Shadows Exarch. I will be waiting.
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Post by earthsong on Jan 5, 2009 14:30:15 GMT -5
Quite disturbed by the message Kahlen left for her, and the news of his departure, Lyra is only somewhat satisified with Nahum's explaination. Cursing the lack of her voice, she waits for others to ask more questions about this drow, before going out to find out more for herself. Almost certain she wont find Kahlen unless he wants to be found, she turns her attention back to the other challenge before her: How can she track something that floats and steals magic?
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Post by DM williamfredrickson on Jan 6, 2009 4:52:19 GMT -5
William returned to the Istari Tower after spending a few grueling days of training and gathering information out in the wilderness. Walking slowly up the tower steps to his room, he relaxed visibly, glad to be back in the safety of the city.
Reaching his quarters, he tossed a large sack on the floor, filled with several magical items he had recently found during his travels. Unbuckling his platemail, he let out a weary sigh and collapsed onto his cot, letting his hat slip off his head and onto the floor. As he relaxed, he thought about the events of the last few days...
Damn, one false lead after another... he thought to himself. I could have sworn I saw that black armored man drift into the Cloakwood... He must have! But after hours of trudging through the dense woods, William had found no trace of the man... the man he could only assume was the necromancer that had sent the vampire to kill him. Though he had no evidence that the man he had followed was the necromancer, William had learned to trust his instincts over the years… and his instincts were usually right. That fellow had looked so similar to that man that had ambushed him with the dwarf those many weeks ago… However, he couldn’t be sure. Maybe his mind had been playing tricks with him and he really hadn’t seen anyone in the Cloakwood at all.
The trip hadn't been a total loss though... he had wandered into a cave guarded by minotaurs and had retrieved several interesting artifacts.. two suits of enchanted armor, a blessed helm, and a set of magic gloves. Instead of selling the items, he decided that they could find better use among the members of the guild...
Maybe that new scout Waylan could find a use for it, thought William. Or one of the other new recruits... As William relaxed and thought, he pulled a scroll from his pack... he had found a few magic scrolls as well in the caves... seemingly powerful ones. Perhaps he could donate all of these treasures to the Exarch... there seemed to be plenty of new guild members about.
I'm sure someone could use these things...William starred up at the blue-grey stones of the ceiling, and folded his arms behind his head.
I should try to introduce myself to more of the guild, William thought as he closed his eyes and started to drift off to sleep. I hold high rank in the Weave Guardians, yet I barely know many of the guild... I'll have to seek them all out...
With that thought, William drifted of to sleep.
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Post by chaos on Jan 6, 2009 10:00:47 GMT -5
After reading Kahlen's second letter addressed to the guild, Nahum decides to call for a meeting of his guildsmen at Istari Tower. He also invites his close allies: Daelthrien, leader of the Rangers; Tarsakh, druidic ally of the forests; and Aiden, a lieutenant of the Flaming Fists. He approaches the pedestal with a heavy heart and addresses his fellowship. "My brethren, I am certain that news of the Overwatch's departure from our fellowship has been made known. Until a suitable Overwatch is deemed worthy, Weave Seeker Lyra will assume his duties. If word has not yet reached you, let this be notice to you.
It appears that he has been blinded by his desire for revenge and has taken the word of man named Justin Crownsilver that has long disliked our guild. Before I address our Kahlen's departure, I must caution you all on your interactions with this man. My naivete allowed me to trust him only to have his quill pierced upon my back. Be mindful of your words and actions for he will all too eagerly use it to defame you and our fellowship. I fear that I do not know the source of his animosity but be mindful nonetheless.
As for Kahlen, it has long been rumored and now confirmed of his newfound dedication to Shevarash, the Black Archer and the elven god of revenge. I am concerned his hatred for the drow has consumed him and his heart has turned as dark as the Black Archer's arrows. He is by no means considered an enemy but be aware of where he stands. Should you have the influence to pull him from this dark path, my eternal gratitude will be upon you.
Should any of you share the poison of such revenge in your veins and wish depart our fellowship however, you will not be stopped. This fellowship was built upon mutual trust and the promotion of certain ideals. Deep-seated hatred and wanton destruction are not any of those ideals.
As for this drow... *Nahum pauses* Please trust that I have the wisdom to know one who has been brought to the light by Elistraee, the goddess who seeks redemption of the drow, and one who has not. Should your curiosity take hold, this drow mentioned is not one of them so do not be fooled to believe that I will be so easily swayed by his deceitful cunning nor should you believe that membership by drow can be bought at a price.
Now, as for those I have already notified ((All ECL races that are being send to the UD once the UD is done)), prepare yourselves for your dangerous mission. Find this drow city named Sshameth and see if you can infiltrate it. Send us reports of your findings and news of any surface raiding parties that are planned. Disrupt them if you are able. Should you find allies there, enlist them to our aid. Baldur's Gate is our home and we should protect it as such."
Nahum then pauses a great while longer. At some point he gathers himself and continues. 'If you will excuse me, my brethren, my heart is still heavy. My magics can deflect piercing arrows but it seems that they cannot protect me from piercing words. I have no more words I need to relay. Should you wish to speak further with me, I can be found in my chamber."With that, Nahum walks heavy hearted to his chambers. His weight supported by his staff as if carrying a larger burden than what he normally carries. The following letter is found by all active Weave Scouts, hidden in places near to their resting spots, their belongings, or right in their path. A slightly altered copy is found in Tarsakh's glade as well... Fellow Guildsman,
It is with great shame and a feeling of absolute betrayal that I find myself writing these letters. Each of you will receive a copy, in hopes that word travels as quickly as possible.
Not a night has past since I was relayed some very troubling news. It seems that members of our guild were spotted and clearly found to be speaking with and cooperating with a vile dark elf, deep in the cloakwood. It is not without great consternation that I say that this disgusts me moreso than any possible act of foul magics, as it dishonors my Mother's life and death..as well as my very faith... to do anything but serve quick death upon any of their sick race.
Furthermore, when asked by a widely respected, upstanding servant of justice to aid in the apprehension and interrogation of said Drow, our Exarch as well as fellow guildsman, Clay Stoen and the one known as Raz did not use their great mastery of the weave to help. Indeed they stood idly by as the robed, hooded dark elf ran into the darkness.
It is, then, without any confusion as to why I renounce all ties with this Gods forsaken guild, and hearby call all of my fellow Elves to do so as well.. for cooperation with such treachery will only hasten our already declining influence in this region.
It was overheard that this dark elf spoke of a drow settlement not a tenday's ride from our city.. and that our leadership and this abomination may have been bartering a seat in our very guild for the location of this enclave.
With Shevarash as my witness, I will find this city of drow, and give my life toward its destruction.
Alone but with Honor,
Kahlen Wyndsoul
The is a noise heard outside the tower. When the door is opened an arrow is found logged into it with a note attached. To Exarch Nahum, I have been away for some time and have just received word of Kahlen. I pains me deeply to here what I have heard and ask if it is in fact true. I will do everything in my power to to track him down and hopefully bring him back to cause. As I was once a wonderer and had nothing I fear that he may feel the same. I only hope to show him the light as he once showed me when he recruited me some time ago. Unfortunately being in the field at all times world reaches me slowly and there for I fear that it may be all but to late to make a difference. I will do what I can and report back what I find.Weave Scout Nailo
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Post by malfak on Jan 11, 2009 1:20:50 GMT -5
An Unfamiliar Face... a Familiar Ring
The basilisk, having already rendered the most skilled fighter in the party into little more than a statue, was now shifting its petrifying gaze towards the Wizard who was barely through saying the first of the words needed to let loose the barrage of missiles he was preparing for his enemy. Another in the party yelled to the Wizard but it was too late... too late for the basilisk. The Wizard let a barrage of magical energy out into the abandoned mine peppering the Umber-Hulk from all directions. The Umber-Hulk fell to the cavern floor with a thunderous thud and it was then that the Wizard realized how close he was to becoming a statue himself. There in front of him was Arkaine, The Half-Orc, turned to stone with sword raised poised to strike at the basilisk which now lay lifeless on the cavern floor. The last thing the Wizard noticed was the man standing with one foot on the basilisk’s back. The Wizard watched as the man who looked vaguely familiar ripped his blade out of the lifeless predator’s skull. By this time most of the party had descended deeper into the abandoned mine. As the Wizard made his way towards that passage it was then that was able to get a closer look at the man who had protected him from the deadly gaze of the basilisk. A man of average height and weight with a full beard and mustache smiled at the Wizard and flashed him a gaze at a familiar looking ring that dangled on a necklace that he wore around his neck and well hidden under his chain shirt armor. It was also at that moment that the Weave Elite Magus realized he and his apprentice were not the only member’s of the Weave along on this journey. Waylan Dantes gave them both a reassuring smile and slipped into the passage ahead of them. The Wizard did not see Waylan until their party reached the surface again though he suspected Waylan had been with their party the whole while, poised to strike first if anything dared reach out of the shadows to strike at one from their brotherhood.
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Post by DM Cephas on Jan 11, 2009 1:30:21 GMT -5
The regular gathering of Weave Masters, Guardians, and Scouts arrive in Istari Tower meeting hall. Exarch Nahum arrives to address the them. "Weave brothers and sisters. Thank you for gathering today upon my request. I have a few things I wish to bring to your attention." He summons Sion before him. "Let it be known that Elite Arcanist Sion Spellfire has been conferred the title of High Mage! Next to the exarchs, he is the ranking member of the guild and due respect should be given to him. He is a pride to the guild and it is my honor to give this distinction. He then summons Elias and Lyra and faces the rest of the fellowship once more. "Let it also be known that Magus Elias Goodmane has been conferred the title of Weave Elite Magus due to his religious devotion in the study of their Weave and to the guild. He have proven himself to have mastered the arcane arts and to the responsible use of the Weave. In keeping to his new rank, he will now have the privilege to bring in new apprentices or adepts as his judgment deems fit. Let is also be known that Weave Scout Lyra Tia'nen has also been promoted to the rank of Weave Guide for her vigilance and diligent gathering of information. She is a shining example to the Weave Scouts and all those under her should use her as an example. (Alluding to everyone standing) Their contributions to the guild and to defense of the Weave has been noted and is in due keeping of the tenets of our guild. Please give them your congratulations and your esteem. All those of lower rank must pay respect warranted to their position. Also, if you have not already met them, please welcome Apprentice Lilly, Defender William, Sentry RazylymRu, Seeker Phantom, and Seeker Waylan to our numbers. ((If I missed anyone, please let me know. I'm using the membership sheets to keep track of people. Actually, Jath, we need your membership sheet. )) Finally, please keep in mind and prayers those currently trapped in the Underdark. They took upon their mission without hesitation and they should be remembered. To all Weave Scouts, continue to find a new way to our brethren. May the Weave protect them and you all..." With his parting words, Exarch Nahum shakes the hands of those recently promoted and a small banquet is held in celebration but also in remembrance of those in the Underdark.
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Post by Zealote on Jan 12, 2009 12:06:58 GMT -5
*A man, dressed in black, approaches the Istari Tower's doors. He moves strangely and slowly, like he is making an extra effort to reach his destination. When the final step is near, he collapses and falls over one of the guards. His cloths, ripped and his wounds open, bleeding all over the place. On his neck, a small scar, like a sign or a mark. With a strange symbol.* The man turns his eyes covered in blood to the guard of the tower and says:
- Underdark....*Coughs* .....Escaped.....Keagan.....dead....*The man passes out and falls on the arms of the Tower's guard.*
PS: If you take him inside to Nahum or Elias, you can see that he is Ujio, badly beaten and almost dead.
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Post by whenwizardswar on Jan 12, 2009 12:28:38 GMT -5
A man walks down the street humming a merry tune one day, and he stops suddenly when he reachs his destination. Looking up at the massive Istari tower his face lights up with glee and he sets the bundle under his arms down.
He sets up his easle, his paints and his drawing utensils and with a keen eye begins to draw the outside of the tower with remarkable accuracy.
When confronted as to what he is doing
"I'm drawing beauty, righteousness and magnificence!" he responds calmly and offers to seel them the quality paintings at a reasonable price.
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Post by DM williamfredrickson on Jan 12, 2009 14:30:04 GMT -5
*A man, dressed in black, approaches the Istari Tower's doors. He moves strangely and slowly, like he is making an extra effort to reach his destination. When the final step is near, he collapses and falls over one of the guards. His cloths, ripped and his wounds open, bleeding all over the place. On his neck, a small scar, like a sign or a mark. With a strange symbol.* The man turns his eyes covered in blood to the guard of the tower and says:- Underdark....*Coughs* .....Escaped..... Keagan.....dead....*The man passes out and falls on the arms of the Tower's guard.* PS: If you take him inside to Nahum or Elias, you can see that he is Ujio, badly beaten and almost dead. William Fredrickson was just leaving the Istari Tower to head for the Elfsong for a quiet dinner when he saw Ujio staggering towards the Tower. Seeing the fellow collapse into the arms of one of the tower guards, William quickly orders the guard to help him carry the man into the tower. The two of them take Ujio inside, and after setting him down carefully on a cot, William uncorks a potion of healing and dribbles it into the unconscious man’s mouth. He then tries to cover the man's many open wounds with some roughly fashioned bandages. Hoping that the potion will have some effect on stabilizing the man, William orders the guard who helped him to inform one of the Weave Exarchs of the situation immediately. He then stands guard outside the room, awaiting orders.
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Post by DM Cephas on Jan 12, 2009 19:27:17 GMT -5
Nahum rushes inside the room upon hearing of the last words spoken by the man. Keagan dead!? Raised as an Ilmatari, Nahum cast spells of vigor and healing to help stabilize the man. Besides wanting to save the man, he had to know if what he said of Keagan was true. With the wounds slowly healing and the blood being wiped from his face, Nahum began to recognize the still unconscious man.
"Ujio?!"
Nahum's heart began to beat faster. This did not bode well. If Ujio himself returned in a condition such as this, what did it mean for dear friend, Keagan?
"Ujio? Who did this to you? What happened to Keagan?!"
Nahum knew he was asking in vain. Although his body was slowly healing, the shock and trauma his body received made his consciousness retreat back to a place where only time can safely coax him forth. Nahum knelt and prayed to Ilmater before Ujio's bed. He prayed for Ujio's recovery and thanked Ilmater for bringing him to safety. But he prayed even the more for what he feared most...
"Keagan, where are you?..."
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