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toward Hoardblemish's office, I mused aloud to Burnside: “One thing I'll say about Fiona, she can certainly roll with the punches.”

Burnside nodded in agreement. “She sure got a uncanny ability to almost instantly bounce back from havin her hopes an dreams crushed. It's like I always been tellin em - whatever don't kill you makes you stronger, after yer bones knit.”

Hoardblemish was in the process of trying to clear his office space when we returned.

“Ah, Mr. Young," he exclaimed, setting down the box he was holding. "How was your meeting with our resident elf?”

“We came to an understanding," I declared. "We defined her role in your school and had a discussion about the Red Book of Appin. On that note, I wish to review matters of safety and what lessons would be suitable for students at various levels.”

"We will of course keep a watchful eye on our scholars," Hoardblemish explained, "and not permit them to engage in experiments that would place them in peril of body or soul, nor put the safety of the school, nor of reality itself, in jeopardy."

"Actually I trust Edessa to catalog the library and place any Dark or Forbidden Knowledge behind a protective ward. Despite her generosity in letting you use the palace for your school, she seems quite sensitive to allowing mortals (or 'lowfolk' as the elves call them) access to the Inner Mysteries. Students may earn access as they demonstrate proper proficiency as well as responsible use of the skills they acquire."

"I am pleased to see that we are of one mind on this matter," Hoardblemish nodded with evident satisfaction.

"What about me?" Burnside asked. "Can I learn me some o them Inner Mysteries sometime?"

"You don't need them," I told her. "You already have impressive Talents, such as Incredible Toughness, Imaginable and Unimaginable Violence, +10 With Blades, Rabid Frenzy, and Aura of Menace, just to name a few. Nobody but you could have survived the Plague of Battles."

"Aw shucks," Burnside beamed proudly.

Speaking of the Plague of Battles, I had always assumed it was contained within the district of Albric Tor ... but Edessa's remarks made me wonder, how far did it spread? I could go back to the library and ask her, but I didn't really want to talk to her again - and there was a good chance she wouldn't tell me. I would have to investigate further, but it didn't have to be right now.

One of your comments about water tells me that you must know how to scry in a dish or perhaps a pool, so tell me: According to your liquid oracle, what happened next?

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Rick2tails

not to mention Burnside is a total 9.5 at minimum ^_^

Rick2tails

true thats why Belladonna is the best of both worlds

typeandkey

>Adler: As Hoardblemish leads you and Burnside out of his office to rejoin everyone else, consider any business you may have left to keep the Ballad in canon with the Saga, then boldly state your intended business out loud, and unprompted, to make sure everyone is on the same page. >Rebecca: As you see Adler and company approach you break away from the conversing group. Out loud: “My lord! I was just telling everyone about your skills with magick.” Elfmind: “Don’t worry, I told the girls to keep your elfyness under wraps. Your secret is safe.” Out loud: “Everyone is fascinated by your magickal skills with clothes.” You become a bit bashful. “Do you think you’d be willing to, um… Do a demonstration for everyone?” >Hoardblemish: You are truly astounded and deeply impressed. “Heavens! Mr. young, I had no idea you were a student of the difficult and fickle craft of Fashionmancy!” >MacMath: “Yes, please show us! If I had that kind of knowledge, I’d never have to wash my kilts again!” >Staircrawly: “You never wash them to begin with…” You say bitterly with a hand over your nose. >The girls all echo everyone’s enthusiasm. >Burnside: “Yeah, go on ‘Mr. young’. Give em all a good show.” You say teasingly. >Adler: “Uh, okay. Whose clothes do you want me to magick?” >Rebecca: “Mine please.” You say in embarrassment. “I was hoping you could give me another witchy outfit…” >Adler: You raise your eyebrow. “You’ve had all this time to get another one, why wait ‘til now?” >Rebecca: “All the tailors and seamstresses refused to make an outfit with that much black.” You say bitterly. “They said witchy fashion was gaudy and would hurt their reputations.” >Basil: “Why didn’t you get one at the cothtume thop like I did?” >Rebecca: “It would have been intruding on your own unique style!” You say a little too quickly, also technically true. >Adler: “Well, if you’re sure you want to go out in public like that. Again.” >Rebecca: “I do! I do!” You say giddily! Just like old times. >Adler: with a bit of déjà vu you wiggle your fingers theatrically and give Rebecca a more ‘witchy’ outfit. (maybe the same, maybe new.) >Rebecca: As the unneeded but pleasantly theatrical smoke and sparks Adler added for effect clear away, you stand proud in all your witchy glory. You raise your hand as illusionary bolts of lightning arch out of your fingers. You cackle madly. “Eh Ha Ha Ha Ha! AT LAST!!! I am whole again!” Your voice booms with a terrifying effect. >Rebecca: You let out a pleased sigh. You’ve been waiting forever to do that. You drop the act and look at Adler. “What did you think, my lord? I’ve been practicing my illusions and my theatrics.” Everyone in the room has their backs against the walls with as much distance from you as possible. >Adler: You put your hand over your heart trying to will it to slow down. “Pretty good…” You whimper out.