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Sonnassa Veil - A.K.A Mistress Haze

A woman of the underworld, a trained thief and shapeshifter

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a character in “Quest for the Everstone”, as played by Lolkatlove

Description

Mistress Haze
Sonnassa Veil



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Age: 24

Gender: Female

Fear: Sonnassa's fears death. She enjoys to live and fears what may happen upon her death. She also has a slight fear of heights.

Wish: She isn't sure what to wish for yet, but her fear of death pulls her thoughts to possible immortality.

Weapon of choice: Two Samurai swords, each hang on a belt at her hips.

Kingdom Born Within: Marsden - The Southern Desert Kingdom once a prosperous kingdom now resting in ruin.

Kingdom Currently Resides Within: Xayen - The Exuberant Western kingdom of entertainment with a hidden darkness

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Ability: - Shapeshifter -
Able to manipulate the appearance of objects and change her own appearance. She can change her form to appear like anyone else and has the ability to change her form into animals.

Occupation: A Criminal Mastermind Mistress Haze is a world renown Theif. No one has ever seen her face or can figure out how she steals what she does. Of course, the reason being Sonnassa changes her appearance when stealing and only ever shows her true face to those that earn her trust. She is a thief for hire which is why her name is known to the world, she was dubbed Misstress Haze as her multiple faces confuse people and leaves them irrationally questioning what they saw.




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Personality:

Sonnassa has a drive for challenges. She enjoys to push herself to complete dangerous feats such as sneaking into the royal vaults and stealing them dry. She is a thrill seeker and lives for excitement.

She will take on any challenge for a reward, she makes deals with anyone if she feels they are trustworthy enough to stick to their word. The objects she steals are never for herself but for her clients, she usually requests something of personal value to them to make her services all the more dangerous to her clients as they usually have to give up something they care for. Which is all part of the excitement for her.

She has a mischevious streak playing games with the people she takes an interest in but never serious games. She will just tease them pretending to be someone else or scaring them by appearing out of nowhere as she transforms from a harmless cat into human form. She finds humour in the simplest things enjoying life as much as she can.

Her wit and charm are impressive as she can convince almost anyone out of their most beloved possession for her services. She knows how to charm her way past guards and slip out of establishments unnoticed with her wit.

Overall Sonnassa is an open minded and free loving person. However if ever threatened her fun loving personality can quickly turn. The darkness in her soul can be quick to take over and her venomous anger does not forgive easily. She's known as a fearless thief for a reason, Sonnassa is capable of cutting down her foes with swift ease. The grace of her movements is fluid and hard to notice to the untrained eye. She does not show mercy to any foe if they threaten her or the people she cares for.



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History:

Sonnassa was born in the Southern Desert Kingdom Marsden. She was born to a small family without much power or money. As a five-year-old child, she lived peacefully with her mother and father helping them with their stall at the market within the ruins of the once prosperous kingdom. However one day everything changed. Sonnassa often found herself looking up at the richer folk, she would envision their luxurious clothes, their elevation from appreciating true hunger and knew she wanted to be like them. In particular, she wished she were like a young girl similar to her own age, she was envious. Looking at herself in a broken shard of a mirror she was thinking of her envy when suddenly the skin on her arms began to bubble, her face distorted, her skin lightened, her hair grew longer and blonde. She looked like the girl she envied. She used her Shapeshifting magic for the first time. She was ecstatic at first, magic, she had magic, she could become anyone. As she ran to show her parents and explained what happened, she reverted back to her usual self after a few attempts to prove her story. However, her excitement wasn't shared by her parents. Sonnassa's parents were horror-struck, they hated magic, everything to do with magic. They were under the belief magic ruined the kingdom of Marsden. Confused Sonnassa was taken by them into the basement of their small house. Out of fear they trapped her there only opening the door to bring her food and water. For years, Sonnassa lived in darkness, the only rays of light she ever saw poking their way through cracked floor beams acting as the basements ceiling. She grew up unaware of the world around her, only the lonely solitude of the darkness. Her parents never spoke to her only fed her. For years, she had nothing to do, out of bordem. She simply practiced her magic, her hatred for her parents growing with what they did to her. Eventually, she learned how to change her form from a human into that of an animal. It took many tries to get it right, but by copying the rats she often saw eventually at the age of 13 she turned herself into a rat small enough to squeeze through the gaps in the wood of the basement door. Escaping she fled. She fled her home, her hatred still vivid. How could anyone hate magic?

Ever since her escape of the darkness Sonnassa has tried to live with excitement, her time trapped there gave her time to wonder and fantasize about the world outside. So she traveled. Her adventurous streak took her through many kingdoms, to survive she learned how to steal. She became the people that she needed to be to survive, soon she began to enjoy the thrill of a challenge stealing an object and began to offer her services for hire earning a name for herself. She has stolen many items from those kingdoms before settling in Xayen. It's welcoming charm fills Sonnassa with a place to seek out entertainment and fills her life with unexpected turns. The hidden darkness sometimes finding her bringing her spirit down however she continues forward.

When offered a reward to finding the pieces of the stone Sonnassa did not hesitate. She has no desire other than to live life to its fullest but the challenge was something that pulled her and she was more than willing to help because of that.

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So begins...

Sonnassa Veil - A.K.A Mistress Haze's Story

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Mistress Haze


Liberat...

The bustling music faded back into Sonnassa's ears as the voice of the girl left her. Blinking Sonnassa's consciousness focused back into reality as her hand dropped the flogon of ale back onto the wooden table she sat at. Her lips curved up into a smirk as she gazed at the dancers on stage, the girls costumes flowed material against their body movements. A crowd of men jostled their drinks for more as they wet their beards gulping the ale down their throats. The late evenings events had continued into the early morning, some folk were sleeping on benches within the shabby entertainment pub. Others were straddling their husbands or lovers at their tables whilst many continued to drink their flagons of ale.

"Mistress Haze?" a shy young voice called out to her.

Sonnassa turned to the young boy beside her. He was only a youngling, a teenager to be precise. His clothes were tatty and patches were sewn in many places to fix years worth of tears and growth spurts. He had recently begun following her around like a puppy dog. At first, she thought him a nuisance, however, he had begun to prove his worth. He was a sweet kid, not really street smart, though, he had the smarts to want to learn from her.

"Clyde," she said tracing her finger around the rim of her flagon, leaning her head on her hand as she continued to gaze at the dancers. "I think I'm going to be occupied for a little while. Could you let the others know for me dear?"

"O-Occupied? What do you mean? You have a client tomorrow, you promised you would meet with the Earl of Grangewood to steal the Duke's family heirloom did you not?" Clyde's voices hastened in a slight panic.

Sonnassa's sighed deeply "Clyde dear, what did I tell you not to do when we're in public?"

"ah... - Talk about work" he mumbled knotting his hands together embarrassed and suddenly looking around to see if anyone heard.

"Remember otherwise I will ditch you" She raised an eyebrow to him.

"Y-yes Mistress" Clyde nodded his head.

"Glad you understand." She paused to take a drink "Grangewood can wait. He has all the time in the world he's working on my terms after all" She looked at Clyde meaningfully "something more interesting has just come up. I have to find something. If I find the time i'll meet Grangewood myself" Sonnassa said standing. She downed the remaining ale in her flagon and pulled the hood of her cloak over her head covering the stray locks of brown hair that escaped her ponytail.

"If you need to contact me you know what to do"

"M-Mistress Haze!" Clyde exclaimed "you're leaving!?" he ran after Sonnassa as she pushed open the doors of the pub entering the morning rain that splashed down on the cobbles of the street.

"There is an adventure I must go on Clyde dear" Sonnassa turned around to smile at him pulling her brown cloak over her shoulders. "wish me luck" her expression showed her dubious excitement.

"W-wait!" Clyde called out but it was too late.

Suddenly a blue light flashed for only a second and the skin on Sonnassa flesh began to change. Fur began to sprout, her eyes began to turn yellow, her ears elongated and her nose pushed back. Shrinking back into her cloak it dropped to the ground a pile of clothes left wet and bedraggled in the rain as Clyde quickly rushed to pick them up.

Stretching out her new muscles Sonnassa moved her new tail as she caught a glance back at Clyde before trotting off into the streets as a beautiful black cat.

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Water splashed under Sonnassa's paws she trotted along the cobbled streets of Xayen as a sleek black cat. She watched comfortable from the sidelines at the people in the street as they busied about their day. Some ran through the rain, others brushed it off as nothing to bother about. It was a simple day for late morning.

Liberat


The word faded again through Sonnassa's mind. The vision of earlier still replayed in her mind as the power left her tingling. It was a vivid magic that pulled her conscious away earlier this morning. She couldn't remember all of the exact details that were spoken, but she did recall mention of a stone. A stone and a wish. Her cat lips curved as she thought about it further. What sort of wish would she want anyway? There was little she wanted in this world other than adventure. Her past made her who she is today, she would not change that even if she could.

As she sat people watching a group of nobles passed her by, the spoke of their riches.

"..I'm locking it up in my vault, with all the thefts happening recently I don't trust leaving such a valuable object to chance" one older man spoke to a younger gentleman.
"I agree, it's the right choice father. Have you heard the rumours of this mystery assailant? Why Jefferies lost his grandfathers ring only last week and he swears he only ever took it for a moment to bath. Yet somehow his handmaid swears she saw him leave with it on his hand before appearing again out of his bedroom as though he never left! The poor woman was in hysterics wailing about how she saw him leave. Of course, Jeffery put it down to stress and laid her off for a few weeks."
"That is a baffling conundrum. Poor fellow. We best hurry and get this somewhere safe" the older man patted his breast pocket.
"Yes Father" the younger one nodded and followed as they headed further up the street.

A cat like grin formed on Sonnassa's face as she listened and plodded along beside them. The curiosity to what they were so worried about keeping safe interested her. As they neared their front door she slipped into a smaller form. With a flash of white her fur shortened along with legs and body as it morphed into a mouse. Quickly she scurried through the door as they opened it stepping into their home.

"Alright, let's get this over with" the younger one spoke pulling off his jacket and hat placing them down on a nearby coat stand.
"Aye, lets" His father followed suit pulling out a purple velvet pouch with a pull string from his breast pocket.
They stumbled after one another down some creaky wooden stairs leading into what appeared to be a basement in the stone built house. Sonnassa' followed being careful on the steps now she was so small. She waited for the two fools to open a large stone doorway that lay in wait at the bottom before sneaking past them again.

As she entered the 'vault' inside she saw many different treasures. To the right of her were a stack of finely woven cloaks. Each one looked more valuable than the last, gold stitching embroidered into them beautifully. They were the work of superb craftsmanship. To her right she saw a table, it was a little too tall of a table for her to see what lay atop in her current form. However before the table were brown bags stacked full of gold, silver and copper. It was this families own private bank. She had landed herself in an interesting place indeed. Moving out of the way and hiding between those bags she waited as the two fools placed the velvet pouch onto the table before turning around and leaving. She heard them lock the door behind them but it worried her not. There were many ways to escape such a vault as this once inside.

Scurrying along the floor Sonnassa dug her claws into the wooden leg of the table they placed the pouch upon. Pulling herself up she scurried up the table leg her tail swinging along behind her as she reached the top. She got her first glance at the table, it was covered in various jewelry, gems, and diamonds. Running through the gems larger than her current body she eventually saw the purple velvet.

As she reached the pouch, however, something else caught her eye, a shimmer in the light. She paused for a moment her interest in the pouch wavering. Her attention captured Sonnassa' changed direction and ran towards a group of gems. Amongst the gems sat a stone, it was colourless, a crystal clear shine. Sonnassa could feel the power it emanated, it sang to her, it entranced her.

Just what was this stone?

Moving closer towards it, she sniffed it with her mouse's nose. The moment her nose touched the cold stone everything inside her skin prickled a scorching heat. She screamed in shock which came out as a mouse squeak but she could not remove herself from touching the stone despite how hard she pushed against it with her feet. Suddenly her skin began to bubble, her fur began to molt. Her body unnaturally fast morphed back into that of the black cats, then in grew and grew as she developed human features her hair a bright blonde and skin white. Her past transformations were morphing back into the previous one by one she changed into many different forms ripping apart her bones and changing her skin and species multiple times until finally she reached the last. Her true self.

With a scream, her heart beating heavily at the pain and confusion Sonnassa pushed her way from the stone only to fall onto heated sand. Her senses shook up she lay on the sand her olive skin and natural black hair falling down her shoulders. She breathed steadily taking in the sight around her as the stone lay in the sand some steps away. Lifting her hands up to her face Sonnassa looked upon her natural olive skin tone for the first time in many years. Fright-filled her as she realised she was no longer hidden under one of her disguises, and naked to top it off. She was a shapeshifter, not a clothes shifter. Clyde usually had her clothes to hand. Immediately she tried to change her form, but nothing happened. She tried again. The same result.

So her magic was useless in this place. Slowly she looked around herself.

Sand

Nothing but sand as far as the eye could see.

She knew only one place like this as the thought made her shudder. Marsden. Her birthplace. She didn't think she would be back here again for some time yet. Adjusting her gaze to the stone on the sand Sonnassa stood her skin hot under the sun. Carefully she picked it up a little unsure as to what may happen again. The stone lay in her hand as it glowed brightly, it was different than before. It was still a crystal clear stone however now clouded areas moved within the stone. The clouding swarmed inside the stone moving faster then slower, the pace ever changing.

Magic.

She should have known better than to touch it. Yet, she hadn't expected this to happen today. Placing her hands on her hips Sonnassa turned around. To her surprise she found to her back had stood an incredibly tall stone tower. Its glass windows glittered in the sunlight forcing Sonnassa to shield her eyes for a moment as it glared them. She definitely didn't know this place.

How exciting.

She felt a new feeling replace her previous anxiety to seeing her natural, true, appearance. It was the new adventure she had sensed was coming. Looking at the stone in her hand she remembered her dream. Perhaps, this was one of those stone's the girl had spoken about?

Taking another look around she spotted a burly fellow in the distance. His armour glistened in the sun like the glass of the tower, she saw him throw his hands above his head in frustration for some reason before staring at something in his hand. She looked at the stone in her own hand.

Maybe he had one too?

Looking further forward closer to the tower she spotted two figures. They were too far away for her to make out any details.

So, there were a few people gathered here.

She looked at herself again.

"not the best time to lose your power" she sighed. It was definitely going to be awkward meeting people naked like this. Her thoughts trailed back to the glamourous cloaks she has seen in the vaults only moments before. One of those would be pretty good right about now. She pulled her hand up to scratch her head.

"ugh blast it how I am supposed to get some clothes all the way out here?!" she cried out in frustration much like the knight she had seen.

Suddenly before her, a small patch of light flicked in the empty space in front of her. "hmm?" Sonnassa watched it curiously. Suddenly it sparked and out popped the very cloak she had been thinking of.

"what the..." she stared at it puzzled slowly picking it up. "how on earth... Did I?.." she raised an eyebrow not hesitating to wrap the cloak around her shoulders. Did she summon the cloak?

She then thought of her trusted leather trousers, a white blouse and her sturdy boots sitting at her home in Xayen. Again a light appeared in the space before her and out popped her trousers, blouse and a pair of boots.

"Interesting" she mused putting them on.

This was definitely going to be interesting she thought as her feet began to take her forward towards the tower before her.

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Further and further Dalivn studied the stone, shifting the magical forces he felt through the awareness of his mage born blood. It's bottomless reaches of emerald light seemed an ocean of vitality, a whisper of power that could deny death. A hint of such things brought a sudden rush of bitterness to his mouth. A taste of iron, blood, and sorrow born of the lost he had felt so long ago it seemed. Here was power beyond anything the azure knight had ever seen and it was all for naught.

No matter the power of what this stone was a piece of it hadn't been enough. Now he held a shattered fragment of the whole and even that seemed a greater power then anything. But it wasn't enough, hadn't held up to the test put before it. It hadn't saved those that needed saving.

Like the day she had died and he had shown the true extent of what he was capable of . He had been a God of War that day, fighting with the fierceness of the azure dragon of his household's crest. He had waded through a river of blood and steel but it hadn't been enough. Power , what good was it if it didn't protect the things he cherished.

Is this the resolve of a Knight? A voice of thunder and storm born wind echoed in the recesses of his mind

No this is the resolve of a man who struggles to find meaning in a life, a failed knight is all I am Dalivn answered his words tinged with the desperation that made him heed the words of a dream of a princess he thought dead.

A Knight only fails when they won't rise again. The mighty voice replied, it's tone a stern reprimand

I know , it's why I keep rising but the longer I fight the longer the end seems. And now I've lost my gift, the abilities I was born with, the way I fight is who I am Dalivn responded, his anger rising as the voice questioned his courage.

Power is more then the Lance strike from on high, it is more then riding into the teeth of the enemy Sir Dalivn of House Blackwater. Not all battles are fought on the field of honour. To reach out your hand and help another. To heal their wounds and offer them comfort is as a great victory as taking the field. The voice spoke with a lecturing tone

I am a Knight Lancer, my way is that of Bahamut. I ride ahead of my brothers and sisters, my Lance the talon that strikes the enemy of what I cherish. I am the shield they hide behind, my sword the banisher of their fears. The Azure Knight snarled back at this disembodied voice. But what good is any of it? I've fought with every heartbeat and no closer am I to victory. And the costs have been more then I wanted to pay. My homeland is slowly being covered by darkness and the woman I loved is dead, her ashes scattered to a strong eastern wind.

You claim my worship, you swore your vows to me Sir Dalivn of House Blackwater. Do you know what that means? It means you are a Knight of my order. The Knights of Sky and Wind do not bend before the winds of fate but rather shape it. They fight with whatever weapons they need to. And you have been given the weapon that suits the battlefield coming upon you. Rise from your knees Sir Dalivn of House Blackwater, Knight Commander of the 3rd Lancers, First Lance of Hanivall , and Lord of the Silven Forest.

" Lord Bahamut.." Dalivn whispered, his voice full of awe that his patron would deign to speak to him.

Realising that he indeed had been kneeling, his eyes locked into the ever bottomless depths of the shard in his hands. And with the suddenness of a Lance's thrust he felt the power held within the stone course into his veins, awakening new avenues of magic and imprinting the knowledge of it's use into his mind. Though fragmented the knowledge was enough for the formally trained Mageborn Knight to know what he was now capable of.

Wrenching out the starcut sapphire that made up the pommel stone of his Estoc He replaced it with the softly glowing green shard. That done he began to truly take stock of his surroundings, other then the tower the only thing of note were the others around him. They too bore shards, and brimming with the same level of power he sensed from his own. Their colours blue, orange-red, and the last a clouded clearness.

The orange-red and blue were together, talking and nervously looking at him. Dalivn supposed in his armour, girt with weapons he did make a sight. But then he did a second take, the bearer of the blue shard was known to him. His face and bearing one familiar to him. It was the Crown Prince of Terrowen, the fiancé of the presumably dead Princess Arwen. But he lacked the heirloom necklace that marked him as a true born member of the royal family of Terrowen. It's enchantment all the proof any would need to give justice to the claim of royal blood. He did not know the game Prince Clive Adavahr was playing but in these times perhaps a touch of discretion was a good thing, as much as it chafed his sense of propriety.

Striding over to the Prince and his female companion he lifted the visor of his helmet, revealing the three parallel scars that run down the middle of his face. " Sir Dalivn of House Blackwater, Knight Commander of the 3rd Lancers, First Lance of Hanivall, and Lord of Silven Forest at your service ." The Azure knight said introducing himself with a deep and formal bow, his ancestral armour giving off a slight whispering noise as it did. " I suppose neither of you knows what is in over younder tower?" Dalivn asked straightening up from his bow.

Dalivn then gave the Prince of Terrowen a hard look then a slight nod towards the woman, she the bearer of the orange-red shard. It was a unvoiced query, as if to ask Prince Clive if the woman knew who he truly was. Of course those unskilled in courtly etiquette would simply think it a question of if the woman was with the Prince.

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Before she could reply, the very knight they were speaking about began to head their way. He wasn't moving in an aggressive way, so Clive didn't go for his sword. As the knight stepped closer, the prince couldn't help but think the armor looked familiar. Once Clive saw the crest on the knight's armor, he knew immediately who he was. The knight was a very famous knight in Hanivall and there was no way he wouldn't recognize the prince. Clive didn't even know why he was keeping his identity a secret. It wouldn't be that big a problem if people knew, but being in the middle of nowhere with complete strangers without his armor, the prince felt nude. There were plenty of possibilities for bad things to happen, although much less so with Blackwater with them. Almost as if the azure knight could read the prince's mind, He lifted his helmet and showed his scarred face. The knight bowed and introduced himself as if Clive didn't know who he was and the prince almost couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief. Almost. Either Sir Dalivn didn't recognize him or he was alert enough to notice he was pretending to be someone else. " I suppose neither of you knows what is in over younder tower?" he said as he looked towards the tower. " Not yet," the prince said. " We were just discussing possibilities of how we arrived here as well as the vision. Would I be correct in assuming you were teleported here after touching some kind of crystal as well as seeing a vision of your princess ... covered in blood?" he said, already knowing the answer to the first question as he looked at the pommel of his weapon.

The knight gave Clive a hard look that confirmed everything the prince just thought about the knight. He did know exactly who Clive was but didn't say. He then slightly nodded towards the woman, which was a subtle hint that the prince could pick up. Clive quietly and subtly nodded no then spoke aloud. " I'm Clive Advert, a noble from Terrowen. I doubt you've heard of me, but it's nice to meet you Sir Dalivn!" He said with a slight bow. This women and I just met and we're just about to discuss how to attempt to enter this tower, do you have any ideas?" he said with a smile. That was when the prince noticed the other arrival. He couldn't see who it was very well, but they looked female. Whoever she was, her crystal color looked white or murky. He didn't know exactly how to describe the color, but she definitely had a crystal as well.

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As the knight approached, Viola attempted to keep her chin up and her head high. She would not let him see her squirm. It would confirm her sins and she wouldn't--couldn't--be dragged away. Not when they were here for a reason. She straightened and curtsied the way she thought was expected in greeting. A nobleman and a knight...and a thief. The princess was calling upon some interesting folk, especially the woman coming up behind them who was dressed in clean clothing despite their fall into the desert sands. She thought of giving an alias, her master's petname for her perhaps, but in the end she decided with the truth. Even if they had heard of magic wielding orphan on the run in Donnaly causing trouble and stealing things, they were from Terrowen and Hanivall, two of the most powerful kingdoms. In fact, they probably each had a magic of their own and if the princess called upon them... "I am Viola from Donnally. I work as a seamstre-"

She was cut off by a soft quake beneath their feet and a rumbling coming from the wall. A patch of stone about the size of a doorway was sliding downwards, creating an entryway into the tower. Before anyone could step towards the opening, a tall slim figure dressed in brown robes stepped towards them. The large hood was pulled over the being's face, but from the stance and size of the figure, they were obviously female. Her hands were hidden beneath oversize sleeved and held together in front of her. "Welcome to the Glass Library, champions," she said in a lilting voice. "Please follow me. The arch-mage would like to speak with you."

She stepped back into the shadow of the tower's entrance, and turned to make her way further inside. With a shrug, Viola followed. They were here for a reason and they had been detected by the occupants. There was nothing for miles around so running would not be the best option. Besides, who could say the arch-mage was a bad guy.

They walked down dimly lit hallway that slowly brightened as they walked. They walked long enough to confused Viola's mental map she was preparing. The tower seemed so much smaller from the outside. They came, at last, to a stairway. A flight of spiral stairs went upwards towards the glass windows, and another set of stairs went downwards to gods knew where. She silently hoped they were taking the flight up. She wasn't sure how she felt about roaming underground in a desert.

The stairs were the same amber color as the stone the tower was built of, but polished and smooth. Each level was covered in a carpeting that changed color as they climbed and branched off into, what Viola assumed to be, libraries. When they reached the top, Viola staggered back in awe. They had climbed from the roots of a massive tree growing from the center of the large glass room. Stairs led to levels with glass floors holding bookcases filled with more books than she could ever read in her life, large comfortable looking chairs and tables that allowed a look out the window or reading in the bright sunlight, and even continued up into the leafy branches of the tree. Without waiting for them to catch up, their guide continued on, climbing the stairs to the leafy tree top. Viola rushed to follow her and as they climbed the glass stairs, she could feel her stomach churning in terror. Normally, she handled heights well, but when the only thing keeping you from falling is a thin piece of glass... oh she was sure she was going to vomit.

She moved slowly, willing herself to breathe and continue climbing. She was determined to keep herself from showing weakness, but here she was sure she was failing.

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Sand slid under Sonnassa's feet as she walked towards the tower. It was an uncomfortable familiarity. She hadn't walked on the sand like this since she was a child, it unwillingly made her think of her parents, of the cruel poorly educated people they were which boiled a slight anger deep down in her chest. Taking a deep breath she smiled pushing the thought and feeling away. She did not like to remain bonded to the past, looking ahead in life was her resolve. She would not change her past, it made her who she is today and she rather liked her life at the moment.

Stepping forward the two figures at the tower slowly began to draw into view, The knight had reached them now as they gathered at the foot of the tower. One was a slim male, he looked pretty charming with that appearance of his. Definitely not a peasant with those unspoilt clothes. She had spent enough time around the poor to know it when she saw it compared to someone of riches. Beside him stood a young girl, she looked barely past her teens, probably was still a teenager. The quality of her clothing and posture suggested to Sonnassa that she probably wasn't from as rich a family as the young man was.
Getting a better look at the knight whom she witnessed expressing frustration before she could now see that he was a very tall man and leanly built. Three scars stretched across his face which told Sonnassa he was no stranger to battle.

As she neared the Tower and was about to greet them suddenly a rumbled echoed beneath their feet. Sonnassa spread her arms to keep balance as the ground shook. Suddenly a patch of stone at the base of the broke out of the formation and slid down toward the ground disappearing into the sand. Watching carefully Sonnassa assessed the figure that filled the doorway. A tall slim woman was dressed in brown robes, her face obscured by the hood of her robes and hands intertwined together at her chest, hidden beneath the robes sleeves.

"Welcome to the Glass Library, champions," she said in a lilting voice. "Please follow me. The arch-mage would like to speak with you." the figure spoke before stepping back into the shadows of the Tower's entrance.

A little taken back at the strange scenario Sonnassa held back a moment as the younger girl shrugged following blindly into the darkness of the entrance.

Leaning a hand on her hip Sonnassa looked up at the Tower "Well, this sure is turning out to be an unusual day" she grinned at the two remaining. "I suppose I should introduce myself before we make our first step in this strange place." she stood close to the entrance and had a look around inside. All she could see from her position was the hallway and the backs of the figure and the younger girl up ahead.

Standing back she turned to both of the two remaining. "My name is my secret, but most people call me Mistress Haze. Your welcome to use it" she grinned devilishly. Most people upon hearing her name try to arrest her, question her life choices or ask her to teach them her ways of thievery. Of course, it's just as much fun when she meets those who don't know of her reputation.

"I look forward to getting to know you better" she saluted them both before she could find out their reaction, good or bad to her name, and skipped into the darkness of the Tower.

Tucking her hands behind her back Sonnassa strolled some distance behind the cloaked figure and the young girl who followed so willingly. Taking her time Sonnassa took in every nook and cranny of detail within the walls she walked. From her experiences she had a habit of steaking out any possible escape routes in a new place. A survival technique.

The dimly lit hallway slowly brightened as they walked, Sonnassa noticed no spiders lived between the cracks of stone which were unnaturally odd to her. Trailing her hand along the walls as they furthered deeper into the tower Sonnassa secretly left a small trail of power along them. Its colour was hard to spot against the stone unless you knew what to look for. It was a substance she often used to plan escape routes. For this purpose, it was to keep track of the direction they came from should they need to find their way back.

Eventually, she found herself at a stairway, the young girl and the figure leading them were already walking up a flight of spiral stairs heading up towards the glass windows she had seen from a distance when arriving on the sands outside. Beside the flight up sat another set of stairs instead leading down to more darkness not as well lit as the current level she stood on.

Sonnassa paused for a moment, she wondered whether to make a detour down the stairs leading underground for a moment her curiosity sparked. However, she thought it through and decided she would investigate later, for now the adventure was wherever this cloaked woman was taking them.
Taking the first step Sonnassa continued to leave her faint powder trail as she followed them both up the stairs. She resisted stopping to explore the many levels they passed each unique with a colour scheme. Her glee grew as they reached further towards the top so she began to quicken her pace.

As she reached the end of the stairwell her feet froze in place in an instant. She looked upon a tree spiraling at the center of the room, its roots curling around the tower creating the very steps they had climbed. Glass floors hung above her, the bottoms of bookshelves visible to those below. Stacks of books laced each glass floor creating an endless library of paper and knowledge. Sonnassa noticed some seating areas had also been devised for comfortability. It was a magnificent open space, the center tree had floating glass stairs leading straight to the top, as she looked around she saw their guide and the young girl making their way up them. The guide glided up them, the girl slowly took her time carefully.

Sonnassa gulped.

She had never been a great fan of heights. There was a reason she didn't often shapeshifter into birds. Heights were not her forte.

"okay first challenge of the Tower." she spoke aloud more to herself than anyone else. "delightful" she half joked gulping.

"ugh!" She winced stepping on the first glass step. "okay you can do this" she tried to pump herself to go further forward but it was difficult to make her feet listen.

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The Azure knight pondered the implications of the the Prince's answer, Dalivn knew that times were not what they had once been. That much of the old order had gone to rest in the depths of a scholar's history books. But this dodging and secrecy upon the part of a man once engaged to the Princess of his homeland sat ill with him. No doubt the Adavahr Prince had his reasons but the code of honesty and virtue he swore to the day he had been knighted held no place for deceptions. At the same time this secret was not his to bandy about with the abandon of a whore's kiss. The ways of Terrowen were not the ways of Hanivall after all and even Bahamut punished idle gossip and treachery.

Here in this desert wasteland speaking the truth amongst others who were unknowns to him might put the Prince in danger. After all the First Lance of Hanivall knew only Clive Adavahr's character, could only trust the actions of him alone. These other two might have been trusted by the daughter of the man whom owned Dalvin's loyalty but the Princess and indeed the royal family of Hanivall judgement had once before proven faulty. And putting the only known ally he had at the moment in possible danger was not something the Lord of the Silven Forest wished to do. Bereft as he were of the power he had wielded all his life.

So he only nodded a yes to the question of Clive Adavahr, going back to the studying of the tower. While magic was commonplace in Hanivall, indeed it suffused nearly every building and ran thick in the air it was not the power facing him now. This magic was immense in a way no words could do justice. And ancient beyond belief, and yet it echoed in bitter-sweet sorrow as if to mourn it's passing.

If this is the power it has as it dies...By the Gods the power it had in it's youth must have equalled the heavens themselves. Dalivn thought with a look of awe upon his face.

His meditations upon the currents of mana flowing from the tower were cut short though as the Azure Knight felt a subtle change in their composition. Earth and stone rose to the forefront , as did the willpower to make them answer to one's beck and call. A spell was being cast, magic being made to serve a purpose.

And that purpose revealed itself to be the opening of their tower. The small quake that accompanied the opening of this object that bound them here did not worry Dalivn overly much. The currents of Earth and Stone held no threat in their casting. And their questions would finally be answered hopefully. But the woman who appeared at the doorway held no answers it seemed, only more fuel for my questions. Though her features were obscured by the earthen coloured robe she wore the accent with which she spoke in seemed familiar to the Knight Commander. Regardless her only words were a summons into the place she called the Glass Library , her one titbit of information was the term she addressed them by champions.

Perhaps me and the Prince, but these other two..seem ill suited to the role of a champion. He mused with a slight frown at the thought of the other two being called here to serve the same purpose as him. The trembling mouse of a woman as he saw seemed to be about as suited to a life of battle as the Azure Knight was to the life of an assassin.

And taking in the impressions the other woman gave off as she walked up and introduced herself before following the mouse of a woman and their robed guide into the Glass Library only made him doubt the logic of the shards. She moved like a dancer and stank of greed and something else that did not sit right with the senses his mage born blood gave the Lord of the Silven Forest.

Deciding that standing out here was accomplishing nothing Dalivn followed his erstwhile companions as it were into the tower, being careful to place himself between the three woman in front and Prince Clive Adavahr. While he owed the next king of Terrowen nothing this was the man that once was loved by his princess. And that was good enough for him. And should the others prove hostile it was better his armoured and armed self was put before the Prince.

Still even with such practical considerations churning through his mind the First Lance of Hanivall could not but help admire the construction of this so called Glass Library. Though as their steps carried them higher into the tower he began to wonder at the name . Aside from the windows he had seen from outside precious little actual glass had been shown . That is until the stairs levelled out and the truth of this place was shown.

Their stairway had been in fact the roots of the massive tree that had been growing only the Gods know how long that took pride of place in the centre of the room . And where a saner architect might have put a solid and non-transparent floor the builder of this tower had chosen glass. And looking down the once high flying Knight knew why. Of course the books in their shelves interested him more. Though a warrior at heart Dalivn was an avid scholar, always seeking to improve his grasp of the arcane. And these books resting in such a place had to contain secrets untold, perhaps even a way to save her....

That bitter memory and the taste of blood, iron, and sorrow it brought with it snapped him back to reality . And grasping the hilt of Estoc tightly where his shard, the emerald of life rested he turned his gaze away from the book shelves and back to his companions.

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SO, Viola from Donnaly, Mistress Haze, and of course Sir Dalivn Blackwater. He hoped they would be enough to save the princess. Clive didn't know if the princess was even alive but he felt something in the pit of his stomach, or maybe it was the crystal telling him that she could still be saved. There was something bothering the prince though. Mistress Haze, where had he heard that name before. It was at the edge of his thought, struggling to break free of the obscurity of the unknown and be basked into the light. He couldn't place it, no matter how hard he tried it just wouldn't reveal itself. "Oh well." The prince shrugged. Some secrets should stay secret, the prince thought to himself. He looked up to notice everyone else was already heading inside. The knight commander, thankfully between him and the unknown women. He tried again to use his power, to no avail. The prince put his hand on the stone one more time before he went inside. Nothing! He still couldn't use his power, not even a fraction of his strength could be reached. His powers had never not worked before and he had used the power of earth for anything he ever needed. It was like his right arm and now he felt it had been cut off and replaced by something else. He felt deep inside himself and could feel no trace of the power he once had. Instead of the sureness and solidity of earth, he felt the flexibility and calm of ... Water? He thought back to the well that he thought had almost drown him and that's when everything hit him. He lost his ability and it was replaced with the water element. He groaned to himself, What am I supposed to do with that, He thought angrily. It was almost the complete opposite of the power he had been so proud of and he hadn't a clue how to use it. " Wait, yes he did." He once again looked inside himself and could see the passages of magic in his head unraveling as he pushed ever deeper. Ways to control water, shape it to his will and even create it when there is none. It seemed the last part of his newly acquired power would take a lot of his energy, but the more he practiced the less it would take. So many new possibilities, but it would never feel the same again, not until he re-obtained the power of earth.

He had spent too much time in thought. He trotted at a brisk pace to keep up with the knight, which was still in the process of catching up to the three women in front. When the prince caught up to the knight, Sir Dalivn had just began his ascension up a slightly dimly lit staircase. Clive slowed his pace and began his climb up. As he walked, the staircase grew brighter telling them they were closer to their destination. Clive looked down and noticed the staircase went from the color of the sand outside, to the branches of a large tree. This tree wasn't just large, It was the biggest tree the prince had ever seen, which he knew didn't mean much coming from someone from Terrowen. His hometown was mainly mining country, but it still had it's share of small forest areas as well as the occasional lake. This tree however, was massive. Each step of the staircase the group was climbing was a branch of the tree and it seemed to go on forever. He saw floor after floor of the tower, each floor with a different colored carpet. After the stairs ended, Clive looked up to see clear floors and as far as he could tell most of the floors seemed to be stock full of books. After passing more then ten floors with nothing but bookcases as far as his eyes could see, he noted that this had to be the largest library in the world. Thousands of times larger then any library Terrowen and Hanivall could create with their combined might. The top of the tree was soon coming into view, but there was a problem. The stairs were made of glass. If he still had his power over earth the prince wouldn't be nervous at all, but that wasn't the case now. His only lifeline now from falling so far he could never hope to make an appropriate guess at measuring the distance, was about an inch of glass. However, the prince felt the same ancient magic as the stone walls from before in the glass, so it felt much safer then it should have for him to ascend the stairs. As the group finally reached the top, Clive wondered what they would be seeing. He also wanted some answers, and he hoped these (Librarians) had some information about his beloved princess. He would have to be subtle in asking, if he wanted to keep his identity a secret, but the risks were too high if he were to fail. He didn't want anything coming in between him and rescuing Arwen, even though it killed him inside to break his solid vow. His name would surly be tarnished if he were caught lying, and Blackwater was there, so it wasn't a secret that could be kept. He didn't care about his name, he would live the rest of his life as an outcast, forever doomed to walk the Shadowlands with the rest of the honor-less, if it means saving the life of the princess. And with that thought, The prince steeled himself and pushed on behind the group.

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After a long climb, the group had made it, not only to the top of the tree, but the very apex of the tower as well. It leveled out at the top, the leaves were cut flat as if to keep them from overgrowing up unto the glass platform. At least, it could be assumed it was glass for a red carpet covered the entirety of the floor at the top. The robed woman stepped towards a large area at the other end of the platform covered in tables, bookshelves, and comfortable chairs. Every flat surface was covered in books. The tables held mostly flasks and bottles of every size and some strange glass tubes all twisted up. They held different colored fluids inside and some even glowed.

Viola's legs wobbled beneath her as she stepped onto the platform. So many stairs... so high up. She felt lightheaded and nauseous and all she wanted to do was sit in one of the chairs. Looking up, she nearly gasped. The sky was so clear and blue. She could only imagine what it looked like up here at night. If she worked up here she'd never want to leave. To be so far from cities and towns would give the perfect night sky. That and going down had to be much worse than coming up. She swayed on her feet at the thought. So much for staying strong.

The robed woman walked up to a figure in a similar robe who was hunched over a work table, a scroll rolled out before him. She whispered something to him and he straightened. He turned towards them, his hood obscuring his face just like the woman's, and said, "Welcome to the Glass Library. Im sure you've discovered why it is so named. I am the arch-mage Majesty and this is my right hand Tessarat." He raised his arms to gesture around him and the woman beside him bowed as she was introduced. "You being sent here was no mere coincidence which I'm sure you're aware of. Just as those stones you now hold, are not simple rocks." He gestured to four empty chairs that sat before them which had previously been covered in books. How they were emptied none of the guests could be sure. One minute they were a mess and the next they were inviting. "Please sit and we will explain. We will answer any questions you desire before we reveal your purpose as to being here."

((I could have him explain now, but I wanted to give your characters a chance to react. To the place, to him, any questions, etc.))

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Sonnassa's legs wobbled as she finally reached the top of the tower. Red carpet stretched out before her on the landing that they reached at the apex of the tower. Looking up she saw a blue sky free of clouds its colour illuminated under the glass. For a moment she admired the beauty before drawing her attention to the situation in front her. Taking a deep breath she moved forward onto the carpet. She was glad that she could no longer see the height they were at positioning beneath them through the glass. It settled her nerves and she willingly alleviated her mind from the thought, even knowing the carpet was probably more glass. It was better to deceive herself otherwise.

The guide they had been following moved towards the end of the room. Her robe gliding over the red carpet as she approached another figure dressed much like she was. He was a man from the stature of his body. He was sat hunched over a work table, books surrounding him nestled in various bookshelves. Tables scattered around the workspace also featuring stacks of books as they piled onto a number of comfortable chairs. It was definietly an unorganised workspace that much Sonnassa could see. The man looked to be concentrating on a scroll rolled out before him before his attention was pulled away as their guide whispered something to him.

Turning towards them, his face also obscured by the hood of his cloak, he broke the silence with a deep voice:

"Welcome to the Glass Library. Im sure you've discovered why it is so named. I am the arch-mage Majesty and this is my right hand, Tessarat."
He raised his arms to gesture around him and the woman beside him bowed as she was introduced. "You being sent here was no mere coincidence which I'm sure you're aware of. Just as those stones you now hold, are not simple rocks."

As he spoke Sonnassa patted a pocket on her left breast where her clear clouded stone rested. She could feel its power blooming from within, it was as though the stone had connected with her mind. She could feel it invigorate her, almost as though it was speaking with her. As they had ventured into the tower she had delved deep within her mind trying to pry from it more details to its existence. Upon doing so she had learned some interested new details in regards to the power it pulsated through her. She had realised the possibility of her summoning her clothes was because of the stone. The power also had many additional properties other than summoning objects. She was itching to test her abilities but knew now was not the time.

Now was the time for answers.

"I am rather curious as to what you meant by calling us 'champions'" Sonnassa strolled up to a chair and comfortably sat down the books that had piled upon it now vanished. She didn't question it. Leaning back in the chair and crossing her legs she leant her elbows on the arms of the chair entwining her hands together on her lap.

"Mistress Haze, nice to meet you" she nodded towards the male Mage. Glancing at the different coloured liquids within tubes that were placed nearby she relaxed unafraid and no longer nervous now that she couldn't see how high up she was. "I don't mean to be rude, but is there a name I may call you by? I realise you say you are the arch-mage Majesty but I do realise you must have a name other than title?" she raised an eyebrow. "As I said, I don't mean to be rude, I just feel more comfortable dealing with a person rather than a figure head. Considering the situation you must understand I'm taking precautions"

Those precautions being that she always took names of those she dealt business with. It was her rule to know who she worked with no matter the situation.

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The Arch mage chuckled and lowered his hood to reveal a young man about the age of twenty-five with very light blue eyes and light brown eyes. "Majesty is my name, Mistress Haze. My parent's had an... interesting taste in names." Beside him Tessarat removed her hood to reveal warm brown skin and eyes nearly gold in color. "Though we both know you once went by another name, but you have your reasons." Majesty whispered only loud enough for her to hear as he moved to sit in a chair of his own. Loudly he explained, "I am from the high mountains of Myrrh in Terrowen." His eyes met those of the young man and held them a beat before moving back to Mistress Haze. "And Tessarat is from a small city here in Marsden. A city long since laid to ruin. The alabaster city of Cistall. I'm sure you've heard of it."

"As for your first question, Tessarat believes that the quest you all were... chosen, for lack of a better word, for means that you are meant to become a champion of Khadian. I believe that Princess Arwen sent out word to all, but only those with open minds were able to receive it."

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Sonnassa raised an eyebrow as the arch mage answered her questions.

"Majesty is indeed an interesting choice" she mused at his comment regarding his parents decision "yet I wouldn't worry too much, trust me I've heard far more outlandish things in my travels, at least you've got your good looks" she grinned devilishly studying his features so that she could engrain them into her brain. A possible persona she could use when she got her powers back.

"As for my true name, it's not a secret that I hide it, what kind of parents would I have calling me Mistress Haze?" she mused again speaking loudly unafraid if anyone heard her, unlike Majesty who had kindly whispered.

"Unfortunately I have heard of Cistall" Sonnassa sighed glancing towards Tessarat "I won't pretend to be unaware of the misgrevings of growing up in such a place when you possess magic." Her fist clenched for a moment as the darkness of her memories enveloped her before she pushed them away again relaxing her hand on the chair. "but don't think i won't be cautious of you both just because you have introduced yourselves" she moved her attention to the both of them now.

"You say we were all 'chosen' to become champions of Khadian as we have open minds. But where exactly do you come into play in all of this? I can sense the power of these rocks" she pulled out the clear stone from her pocket with her left hand holding it between her forefinger and thumb. "I even understand the power this one has granted me" she held out her right hand over the side of the chair.

Suddenly a light sparked above her hand opening up a portal, out fell two sheathed Katana Swords which dropped neatly into her hand. They were sheathed in a black leather casing, a red silk tied hung from the hilts much like a dancers dress had tassels. There were her specially crafted weapons, her one and only choice of weapon. They, like her clothes had been tucked away at the apartment she owned. Luckily Clyde hadn't moved them. If he had moved them from the place she knew them to be she wouldn't have been able to summon them. An unlucky perk to her power, she had to know the exact location of an object to summon it, and also had to have seen it with her own eyes.

"What I don't understand, is how you seem to know about me. I can't speak for the others but I have a sense you somehow know more about us individually than should be possible without meeting us, and I can be sure I have never met either of you in my lifetime" Sonnassa stood adjusting her two Katana Swords so that they fit on her belt at her hips before gently sitting back down. She felt more comfortable now that she was armed in this place.

"Forgive me for being sceptical, it's not my nature to be so trusting you see" her smile returned but it wasn't as warm as before. Instead, it was defensive simulating a calculated fakeness as her hand rested on the hilt of her sword.

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Viola's legs were close to giving out and she moved towards the nearest chair to sit. She was listening intently, gaining some knowledge on her colleagues that, apparently, she was meant to journey with.

The arch-mage winked an eye at Mistress Haze at her compliment. "You're not so bad yourself."

"As for my role, before the breaking of the Everstone, I was gifted with the power of knowing. I'm not talking about knowledge and it's more than just clairvoyance. I see future events, but through the eyes of someone who is there and I can gain access to thoughts. I had a vision of the stone breaking months ago, and warned King Augustine of the treachery, but he refused to believe. As the time grew nearer, I had visions of you all and gained a bit of knowledge from your thoughts."

His eyes met those of the knight towards the back of the group. "I do not pry and I have no control over what I see or whom I have access to." There was a sadness that shown in his eyes. "I wish I could." He blinked and it was gone. "I'm not sure you're aware, but these stones are attracted to places of power. This tower was built long before the Everstone was ever found and magic has kept it standing. There is also a special power in the knowledge and learning that comes from books and experimentation. Somewhere in this tower is a stone. And you were brought here to find it."

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The prince saw when Majesty gave him a knowing look as he spoke of his hometown near Terrowen. He definitely knew Clive was the crown prince. He almost didn't care any more if anyone knew, but he would still try to keep it a secret until he was sure he could take care of himself. Clive Didn't care about just any questions. He didn't care about anything the mage could say other then the answer to the one thing that's been on his mind since he had the vision. Can he save her? He knew he didn't even have to explain his question to Majesty, for if he truly was clairvoyant then he could very well see exactly who the prince was and the cold hard facts. He didn't care for wishes and he only wanted one thing which at the moment was completely out of his reach. Clive just wanted to save the princess. If he could just get that done everything else could be worked out by the two of them. If he could just save her, the crown prince and the crown princess of the two most powerful kingdoms could do nearly anything as long as they were together. He looked at Majesty again, his eyes asking the question he knew he could not without blowing his cover. " I think you know of my wish, Can It be done? " he said somewhat quietly from the back of the group. He walked beside the chairs that were set for the group to sit on and stood next to the one on the far left. He wouldn't elaborate on the question and he was sure Majesty would at least understand why he asked in the manor in which he did. He avoided any looks from the group as he looked long and hard at Majesty, waiting for his answer. He didn't know what he would do if the mage said it wasn't possible or that she was already dead. He would probably try anyway either until he found a way to rescue her or until he ended up dead. He hadn't realized until that thought how much the princess really meant to him. His thoughts were going to get him in trouble, but that didn't mean they were wrong. Maybe Dalivn would still help him in his attempt to rescue the princess if Majesty were to say it wasn't possible. Clive honestly didn't know, but deep inside he held out hope.

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Majesty wasn't at all surprised at Clive's question. Not because of he saw it, but because he knew him. He knew of the love he held for the princess in his heart. Unfortunately, whether or not they were successful in their quest was not knowledge that Majesty had. Even if he knew, he couldn't tell them. He had learned the hard way what it meant to share a future with someone and have them alter it. It didn't end well. Surly it wouldn't always be so, but with something so important, he couldn't take a chance.

"I don't know," he said sadly. "It was not something I was gifted to see. Even if I was, I could not share it with you. I do hope you're successful in your quest. For all our sakes."

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It wasn't the answer Clive was looking for but at least it wasn't a definite no! Whatever the case, he still didn't really know what was to be expected of them. Tessarat had called them, Champions. He didn't know weather a happy go lucky prince who lost his strongest and most distinguished feature could be called a champion but the duo seemed to know something the others clearly did not. Majesty had said they needed to find a shard somewhere in the tower but from what Clive had seen from the tower it would not be an easy task to find it. It seemed as if the only hint they would have to go on would be the vibration like sound the shard makes when you get close and that wasn't much. " Is there any way of finding said stone without tearing the entire tower apart to look for it? " Clive asked in earnest. If they had to search the tower by foot it could take days and the prince wasn't sure how long Arwen could hold out, if she was even alive. He had no time to waste. Clive looked around at the others again. Four people to search the entire tower huh? he thought to himself. If there wasn't a better way then they better get started sooner rather then later.

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With a glance out the window, Majesty cleared his throat. "Time continues to move while we stand still. I suppose it is time to let you go free and search for the shard in his tower." He put two fingers in his mouth and blew. A whistle sang through the air and stopped. At first all was quiet, then the beating of wings could be heard. Soaring above the group, was a barn owl. Majesty held out his arm and the bird landed, facing the arch mage. "This is Archimedes. He will help you find the stone. He is also going to be the one to give you, your first clue. And he can answer whatever questions you have. Isn't that right Archimedes?"

The bird hooted a few times and then said, "Don't volunteer me for a job I do not want, Majesty." The owl on the man's arm actually looked offended by having to act as guide for the group. "Just because you're the arch mage doesn't mean I have to listen to you. I am a creature of ancient magic for gods sake. I shouldn't have to play chaperone."

Majesty's eyes narrowed at the bird but said nothing. Then the owl sighed. "Alright. Alright. It's for the fate of the world as we know it anyway." He turned his head around first to face the group, then his body. '"Your first clue is this riddle: I am a number. Take away a letter and I become even what am I?' Because I like to think of myself a good Tyto alba I will give you another clue. The answer to this riddle will tell you what floor of the tower to begin your search."

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Character Portrait: Viola Paember Character Portrait: Clive Adavahr Character Portrait: Sonnassa Veil - A.K.A Mistress Haze Character Portrait: Sir Dalivn Blackwater
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A number that becomes even when you take away a letter. It didn't take the prince long to figure it out, but he knew for anyone that was overthinking it they could very well not catch it right away. Seven, It was on the seventh floor of the tower. That narrowed it down to the floor but the floor itself was still fairly large. He turned to the group, seeing that some had already thought of the answer, however he figured he would save some time. " It's somewhere on the seventh floor. Is there any other hint or should we just start searching now? " he said as he looked towards the owl. He felt awkward talking to an animal but if that was what it took to find the shard then he would sit through the ridiculousness. However he felt a strange power coming from the owl, it was as if the crystal he held had a sort of respect for the creature. What the owl said must have been true, it really was of ancient magic. Archimedes, Clive would remember that name!

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Character Portrait: Viola Paember Character Portrait: Clive Adavahr Character Portrait: Sonnassa Veil - A.K.A Mistress Haze
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"So, Archimedes hooted, "You need me to hold your hands is that it? As long as you're willing to do the legwork, then I can oblige." With a screech, he launched from Majesty's arm and into the air, flying down to the landing of the last floor. "Follow me, humans!"

Viola wasn't sure what to make of this whole thing. Arch mages, riddles, a talking owl... This had to be a dream and she hope she would wake soon. Mistress Adelaide would be cross if she found her dozing while she should be working, but she did want to enjoy the dream a moment longer. The answer to the riddle evaded her until Clive spoke up and revealed that it was the number seven and the shard was on the 7th floor. She nodded at the boy, and took off in the direction the owl flew and stopped at the top of the stairs. It was a long way down... she felt dizzy...

[[I'm just going to assume all the characters would follow and just continue on. If anyone gets left behind just PM me and I'll let you know what's going on because the rp is dying and its not fair to those who want to play to have to wait for nothing, ya know?]]