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Screthins spells didnt have much of what she was looking for, but there was a hastily written page of notes on the spell she had done for Thalins wife. The spell prevented anyone from taking her soul or from entering her body. Perhaps Kael could change it once more to create a temporary block. She quickly gathered her senses around her and concentrated her magic. She could feel the curse waving strong, and also the extension from assisting Malik. Latched on to the curse seemed to be tiny tendrils of foreign magic. They were most certainly not meant to be there and Kael investigated them with a hesitant curiosity. It appeared as if the foreign tendrils were slowly wearing down the curse, while the curse was rebuilding itself to match the onslaught. It would explain the pain she had been feeling lately.
There was a chuckle that she refused to admit she was getting used to before she pulled on her magic to weave a shield around her mind. It wouldnt hold forever. In fact if the foreign magic decided to attack her block then it wouldnt take much to tear it down. Kael had never been good at shielding her mind. For now it would be good enough to give her a break so she could help with Luxan.
Once that was done she gathered her bag up, checking the two vials and content that the insides were still very secure. She didnt have much, most things were lost when that city was destroyed. Maybe when she went to the capitol she could buy a dagger or something. Or maybe a new outfit, she glared at the rips and blood stains in the dress she had on. No way in hell could she fight properly in clothing that was falling apart. Kael sighed and pulled her boots on. Looking in the closet off to the side she found a pile of black cloaks in varying sizes. She chewed her lip wondering if anyone would get grumpy if she took one. Knowing Luxan, probably not. She pulled it over her after securing her bag on her back.
Leaving the room felt final. As if she was starting on a journey that might not end well and her conviction faltered as she felt her way to the rest of the group. They had all gathered in a hall discussing something but she wasnt paying enough attention to tell.
She shouldnt even be here. She should be going to find the dragons to get her curse taken off her. Kael missed flying and ached to feel all of her magic at her disposal again. But... she looked long and hard at each of the people in front of her. Could she really abandon them? She could leave to find Malik and then continue on with the dragons. Or... or she could stay. Kael bit hard on her lip and rubbed her forehead. She wasnt leaving them. Luxan was silly and she didnt agree with some of his veiws but he wasnt the kind of person to marry that woman. She smirked at the memory of the first conversation with the time mage. No way in hell would the kid go along with this.
Kael was going to help find him. And then probably smack him upside the head for getting kidnapped like a silly princess.
Blue allowed his thoughts to wander. He thought about his group members and where they were. They weren't together for very long, but they felt closer to family then his own and he would easily jump in front of an armor piercing arrow for any of them. The knight wondered where everyone was and what they were doing at that moment. He hoped they were doing something peaceful and not something like the insane situation they were about to find themselves in. All he could do now was hope and pray to the seven that they were alright. Maybe after this quest to save luxan they could go and find their friends.
Well behaved specter that she was, Div filled her trusty(ish) bag holder in on the situation. Hovering inches off the stone floor, hands clasped at her waist, face a mask of angelic impartiality, Div calmly said, āIsiri, due to your woefully un-superhuman hearing, you may have missed the previous exchange. Just so you know, Whatās His Face here wants to track down the Gem of the Eldest Tree.ā Div paused to allow Isiri to process and respond to this information. She even lasted a whole second. However, her pretense of reasonable-ness shattered in her inevitable explosion of opinion. āAllow me to elaborate, for a moment here, though. BUCKY here wants to LEGALLY ACQUIRE some RIDICULOUSLY EXPENSIVE ROCK to give to his Princess BROTHER for said useless brotherās SHAM WEDDING. WHAT GEM YOU ASK?? OH DONāT WORRY!! IāLL TELL YOU!! THAT BASTARD WANTS TO GO TO SOME ORUPHILON FORSAKEN FOREST TO GET SOME RELKT ROCK FOR HIS RELKT BROTHER. YEAH. A FOREST.ā Her temper was starting to affect the temperature of the room again, and the winds were picking up (not that she gave two relkts, of courseā¦ she was on a roll) āALLOW ME TO ELABORATE FURTHER. WE HAVE ABOUT A WEEK TO GET TO THE GRIBBIC CAPITAL, INFILTRATE THE FORTRESS OF THE BITCH QUEEN, SAVE HIS ELF ASS OF A BROTHER, AND THEN ESCAPE WITH YOU PEOPLEāS LIVES. NOW LETāS THINK FURTHER FOR A MOMENT. OH. SORRY. I GUESS IāM THE ONE DOING ALL THE THINKING NOW, SO YOU RELKT HEADS SHUT UP FOR A BIT MORE. GRAND MORON OF IDIOCY HERE WANTS US TO TAKE AT LEAST TWO DAYS AND KNOWING YOU PEOPLE ACTUALLY MORE LIKE THREE DAYS OUT OF OUR ALREADY PACKED SCHEDULE TO FIND SOME ROCK IN A TREE. AND WE WONāT EVEN NEED IT BECAUSE FREAKISHLY CHEERFUL PROBABLY WONāT EVEN BE MARRYING THE BROAD, ANYHOW. NOW PARDON MY ELVISH BUT WHAT THE TRISTIC KALBICAN GRIBBIC HURKIAN BURKIFF LARKIL RELKT.ā As her tirade progressed, it became less directed to just Isiri and more for the assembled group as a whole. It did nothing for her mood when she was reminded that no one could actually understand her choice of level headed, utterly impartial wording... She glared intermittently between Isiri and her boots, to annoyed to actually sulk. She was NOT going into a forest unless it was ABSOLUTELY necessary, and even then she would be hard to convince. She had had a full life, she deserved a break in her death.
Thank Nesa, she thought as Div finish and the building wind died back down. Part of her regretted that she was the only one to hear Div's tirade as she had said everything Isiri would have, only more colorfully and a little less tactfully.
Crossing her arms she looked up at Dante, scowl on her face and annoyance in her voice, "Why do you want to waste what little time we have searching for the Gem? We have a week to get to the capitol, round up the necessary supplies and attire, infiltrate the castle, save your brother, and then escape, hopefully with all our lives. Frankly, I don't see why you would even need it, considering the fact that this marriage is almost certainly a sham. Please try to remember your brother isn't actually getting married."