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The boy was a bit...put out, and Brann could recognize his expression easily. He appeared almost as if someone had asked him to give a tour of a forest, or perhaps to showcase a pile of rocks. "It is...all like this, master," he began tentatively, waving at the tall, narrow shacks behind h...

During the day, the rookeries were almost hospitable. The lighting was at least adequate...many of the catacombs of buildings cast around in disarray were empty with their occupants out working...and the occasional group of very, very close neighbors could be seen leaning out windows and over catwal...

"It is no difference," shrugged the shaman-like-person casually. "If it is bad meat...a rancid crop...a well that has gone stale...then it is poisoned, either by disease or otherwise, and almost two score have suffered from it. It is not impossible to see such effects from those struc...

Escaped from the plague hovel, Domino got her first somewhat clear vision of the swarthy creature that stood before her. With her eyes adjusted to the darkness, the twilight of the Rookery alleyway was perfectly adequate to make out the greys and shadows of the Amun Rah native before her, a man that...

"...T...ah... Wale . My name is Wale," offered the healer, dismissing his own name with a wave of his hand. He listened to H'saan as he spoke, nodding as if to confirm that he had been right. Indeed, the half-giant had come to learn of the illness... not the curios coins, like everyone els...

The shaman (if indeed he was such a thing) waited for H'saan to join him outside the building. There were a few gawking locals watching the events before the quarantined building with curiosity, and once H'saan emerged, they gawked at the large man with much of the same. They hardly seemed surprised...

"Well, of course he's legitimate . Longfellow is a franchised Master of the Lexigrapher's Guild, and Journeyer of the Ostler's Guild. I've never known him to default on any agreement, but that isn't the real concern, is it?" Returned Ulmandra, her gaze slipping over to the older man. "...

"Oh?" Dworkin looked up, his eyes clearly indicating that his mind had wandered for a moment. "Ah, yes...the Arcanists. Well...I was dealing with Longfellow a couple yahren back...he's a local surveyor of some reputation, and another good place to go for the odd job, in better times.....

"Indeed, she has. I just don't want you thinking that this trek will be anything less than arduous," nodded the old man. "I work for Longfellow...of the Longfellow Institute...if that helps you decide at all. And I might be able to reveal this one thing more..." The older man in ...

"...aaaaaAAAAaaaaaaaa..." "...go go go go go go go go go go go go..." continued the catatonic voice off into the dwelling somewhere, his weak and feeble protests drowned away by the screaming of his companion as well as the thin, palsied hands into which he buried his face. Scra...

Now who in all the darkest of hells is THIS to speak to me so candidly?!? thought Lucienda, very briefly pondering how she should see the nosey little twerp drawn and quartered for his trite comments. Of course no one liked The Bitch. After all, she was a Westerner...and everyone knew that Westener...

"Oh, no, that's fine, dear," replied the old crone easily. Dammit! She got away! Casting around, Silvia considered this to possibly be a golden opportunity to get away from her desk for a time. There was always benefit in that...and she could go check out the kitchens and grab a spot of br...

"Bad dreams?" repeated the Mender, pausing for a brief moment. She knew a few things about dreams, but not a great deal...save for conditions that routinely made constant nightmares possible. In most cases, excessive drinking, anxiety, or medicines could cause such a thing...but in some ca...

"Well...you needn't an appointment to enroll, dear, have no worry. I am Silvia, and I should be pleased to help you," lied the crone with perfect deceit, her open, honest, smiling face showing every sense that she was indeed pleased to help a new, prospective student. In truth, she was per...

"Nothing formal as yet. Frankly, I don't know where warding may lie in your syllabus," admitted the Professor, clearly not a tenured veteran of Imperial Magic. "But you will learn it. As I said, a ward is a weave already cast , so using it during moments of stress, duress, or danger s...

"Hell, I don't know. If someone hadn't destroyed the book in question, I'd read it and find out!" snapped Lucienda quickly, though she moved along pliantly alongside Danomel . In truth, Necromancy was not so difficult to practice, given that most ghosts (in her very brief experience) truly...

"The worst kind," replied the older man easily. "We'll travel out into the hostile, deadly ergus of the open desert, hoping to water at an oasis that might or might not be there...and then we'll journey onward to a point in the open desert perhaps three days away that might or might n...

" Hell! It is from HELL! " gasped out the form to Domino 's left, though it was only a miracle that he could hear her questions at all amid the sudden, insane screeching. "Leave so he will stop screaming!" "...AAAAaaaaaaaa..." "Hell is the Moon! It is in the moon.....

"You'll just have to pay attention," advised Skebihen, waving at the question casually, "But don't try too hard. This is a city full of immigrants, so unless you intend to deal with the natives, you should be fine. As for me, I think I might slip out for home..." The massive bard...

"No they cannot," came H'saan 's answer from the doorway behind him. As if summoned by thought, the very shaman they desperately sought had wandered over after the half-giant, curious who...or why...they might warrant such attentions. The shaman's first impression held that this giant man ...

"No no no no no no no no no! Only death comes from this darkness, Henni! The Mosquito Demons have sent her, and she has come to turn out our guts and feed upon them!" wailed the prostrate form off into the darkness to Domino 's left. His words were slurred and weak, without the crisp preci...

While Domino couldn't tell just where her kick landed, she knew it had landed, at the very least...and while it had to hurt, the man before her didn't respond in any reasonable fashion. Thump . " Gah! Kzaohck! " gasped the little man as he crumpled heavily to the floor somewhere in the dar...

"It is so. The same thing would happen were I to simply throw it at you. As a conclusion, let me offer you a perspective that will serve you all well if you would survive," replied the dark professor raising a finger to the class in general. "I want you to consider your teachings rega...