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"Thank you," Rebat said, bowing. "The spirits are tricksters, and they would not make my journey end before I search. For that I bless them." He bowed again, but it seemed like he was bowing towards something nobody else can see. "I return home, then, to Xigyll. The emperor shall hear of our talks, and make his decision. Perhaps you would be kind enough to allow me a portal?" The dracon magics were abundant and strong, that Rebat could see in his career as a general. Where the kobolds were strapped enough for healers, the dracons always employed a host of magic workers in their armies.
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"Where has he gone!?" Rughoi shouted. The guard jumped, his teeth chattering in sheer terror. Rughoi was a giant of a kobold, which nobody forgot when he was mad.

"I don't know, Your Might!" the guard squeaked, his armor rattling as he trembled. "He was inside the castle, and now he's gone!"

"Thousand curses," Rughoi muttered. "Be on your way." The guard nodded, and picked up his spear, rattling his way down the hall. Rughoi looked around in anger. Kutur was not the kind to abandon his duties. Something must have compelled him to leave, but what? Dracon kidnapping? Are they so desperate to spy on his empire that they would strike with their magic, especially now? Ardasa called him paranoid, but he knew who the enemies were. With Rebat away on a diplomatic mission . . .

Worry was never Rughoi's friend. Worry chased him up and down the meeting chambers, across his own bed, never leaving his side. There was no end to it. He could only pray to the three for his own safety, a safety he cannot even ensure himself anymore. He roared, and tore down a banner from the wall. He hated to worry.

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The little mouse, Dooa, began squirming ever harder in Riley's grip. She gritted her teeth, determined not to let him hop into the grasses and disappear. She didn't know what to think of this whole conversation. One thing is for sure, though. She didn't trust this Gold Lady. If she was capable of turning people into animals and toys, capable of enslaving children like herself or Arthur, there can't be any sympathy in her heart left. "There must be other ways to return to the real world," she said, defiantly. "Some way that we don't need any help."

Mum always said that everything has a beginning and an end. When Riley had come home one day after hearing one of her classmates talk about someone he called "God" who lived in the "Church" parish, she became all huffy, saying that God didn't live in Church or something along those lines. Riley herself couldn't understand most of it, but she knew that this Gold Lady must have an end, and therefore a beginning. There has to be another way to get back to Scalby! Already, a plan was forming in her mind, a plan that can only end in blood. She would find the Gold Lady, and kill her. "There's only one way to find out," she said, a quiet whisper to herself. She raised her voice into the most commanding tone she can muster and spoke. "Show us the way to the Gold Lady."

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@drewccapp Me too. It really helps to first read a bit of Calvin and Hobbes :D

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Riley is probably one of very few, if any, that can claim to be experienced with the fairies. She had technically, in a very loose sense, done battle with beasts far larger than herself, and she came out of it near unscathed. However, she was not prepared to face this weepy boy. Crying unnerved her. She never knew what to do.

". . . I'm Riley," she said, slowly, as Arthur's crying subsided. "From Scalby parish. You wouldn't happen to know it, would you?" Probably not, sadly. Saying the name of her home, however, gave her some sort of hope. Scalby parish, where she was born. Where she would hunt for the fairies, dawn till dusk, if not filling her head with books of the old stories. She wanted to return to her mummy and da so much, it pained her heart. This boy was no different from her in that regard. She looked back at the shattered window, with its glass spilling across the ground in near-invisible shards of razor painfulness. "We probably should not go back that way."

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Rebat silently took the sealed paper. He knew what the words inside represented. The difference between peace and dissolution rested now on the shoulders of his emperor. He silently prayed that Scen would send him the right decision. "One last thing before I go," Rebat said, recalling something important. This was one of few things he could never share with His Might, even with his loyalty. "The kobold empire at Traeton once had two wise kobolds who held the coveted title of general. His Might has not given it to anyone since. One, Merat, was slain by a joint effort when he revolted and created a schism. The other, Rama, deserted in favor of dracons. I seek the latter, on behalf of Rughoi the Unbound. Have you seen a kobold, somewhat taller than I with a lighter scale tone by any chance? He may have passed through."

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"What brings you here, master?" Kutur asked, putting the finishing touches on one of his books. The pages occasionally let out a soft crackle or a burst of light, showing their magic. The human woman nodded, somewhat impressed.

"Your skills have grown since you graduated . . . marginally," she said. "But you know as well as anyone I am not here for no reason." Kutur nodded. His master never tolerated what she deemed 'nonsense'. "I am here because of Archmage Lionus. He has passed away in his sleep." Kutur stood up, shocked. Archmage Lionus was old when Kutur had stepped on the Bythesea shore, but still it seemed unimaginable that he would die.

"Another will have to be chosen," Kutur said, looking at his books and scrolls. He had been busy since the founding of Xigyll, recording his observations for future kobold aspirants of the Red Discipline, should there be any.

"Yes. All former students of the Three Disciplines, magister and up, are being called back to Constantsea. There, we will cast our votes." Kutur didn't know what to say. On one hand, it was his duty as a scholar to choose the next Archmage. On the other, his emperor needed him, as well as the realm. He would be far from his home, his kinsmen, in a land populated by humans. Still, he didn't think very long about it.

"Let us go," he said. His master nodded, and opened a portal in the room. Rughoi would have to function without his advice for but a few days.

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The boy finally decided to speak. Riley only heard one word, but that was enough. He spoke with an exaggerated lilt. He sounded like a Canadian or an American. "Hello?" Riley called back, not yet daring to pass through the broken glass.

The breadbox mouse skittered and tried to escape, screaming warnings and omens in a higher and higher voice. Nina stopped licking the icing on the cakes all splattered on the ground and jumped at him with a growl. She landed square on the mad mouse, pinning it in her paws. "You're coming with me," Riley said, picking the mouse up and holding it in her hands. He continued to squirm and curse. There was probably nothing more annoying in this entire world.

Slowly, Riley tread around the bits of broken glass, making her way to the window. With one hand, she pushed the curtain aside. Then, trembling, she put a foot through the hole. Nothing was scratched yet. When her foot touched ground, she brought the other over as well. Fortunately, she was untouched. Nina bounded through with a graceful leap, curling around her leg. She stood there, the seconds ticking away without a word. " . . . Hello," she said, breaking the silence between her, the fox, and the boy. "Who are you?"

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Rebat peered over at the mysterious fortune teller and her cards. He himself put no trust in fate, and disliked how the whole of the diplomacy was being dominated by what he perceived to be a random outcome. Still, he had promised himself and Rughoi that he would respect the culture of the land. He had to keep his mouth shut about it.

"Fielding our army alongside yours would be in my opinion an honor, should we find ourselves with a similar enemy. Of course, the final decision rests not with me, but with my emperor. I'm sure, should the time come, I will be able to swing him around." He didn't have to speak to His Might to know that Rughoi would be fully against letting a Hekaga general be the final word in command, but Rebat was sure that he could swing him around on that too. "I hope now that fate has finally decided to allow our diplomacy to run smoothly."

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@Mokley Okay. Working on my post now.

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@MrDidact Still present.

Can I keep my characters in the next game, should it ever come?

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It was no monster. No giant, hungry horror that wanted nothing more than to gobble her up and leaver her bones for the crows to peck. It was just a boy. A human boy, by the looks of it. Amidst the swirl of outlandishness, he looks almost out of place in his normalcy. Perhaps this is how Riley herself looked to the monsters. Maybe that's why they want her out so much. Point is, she needed to speak to this boy, to hear his story. If it is the same has her own, maybe together they would have an idea on what exactly happened to steal them from their homes and into fairyland.

As the two talked outside, Nina scurried about the room, her nose alive. She must sense something. Riley picked her up and pulled her away from the cupboard she was scratching at. In a world like this, it was best not to mess with things not understood. Then, as she struggled to hold onto the wriggling Nina, a voice rang out, somewhere in the room.

The voice went back to the head of a mouse, poking shyly out of a breadbox. Riley turned to watch it. The little mouse raved in short bursts of words, sounding as mad as a hatter. Who should she trust? This little mouse, who she doesn't know in the slightest? The wind-up fox outside, who has never seen her? One thing she does know, she must speak to the little boy. She began opening drawers and cupboards, looking for anything to shorten the gap between the two of them. So close, and yet so far. One cupboard she opened yielded what she was looking for. A platter of delicious looking cakes, which Nina dove for with the ferociousness of a tiger. Riley snatched up the plate and scraped off the cupcakes with her hand, albeit with a little hesitation. She didn't realize how hungry she was. The cakes looked so good . . . but what if they were fairy poison? No, she had to concentrate. Focus on the task. She lifted up the empty cake plate and heaved it at the window separating her from the boy. That ought to make things easier.