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High District, Lenkik





As the S’tor listened, he took a cup of something from the table in front of him and took a sip, though still kept his gaze firmly on Kercheck. It was steaming hot, and from the scent in the air, seemed to be some sort of tea. “Arrived in Kanth-Aremek recently you say? This has something to do with that brilliant light in the sky a few days back, yes? Visitors from beyond our world…what a spectacular occurrence.” He remarked. The S’tor was soft-spoken, and seemed rather calm considering how significant this news was. “Ah, but where are my manners? I am Gar’Tan, Thought mage in gracious service to Lenkik. So of course, Castigator Nellara’s word is my command.”

While barely noticeable to their guests, the Iriad gave a quick gesture towards the two Glen Inquisitors. “Make the preparations.” They ordered. Without hesitation, the two Glen took their leave, though the other two Inquisitors remained.

Gar’Tan continued without interruption. “I cannot say I am personally familiar with Mythadia’s noble houses, but I do know their type. I can do my best to facilitate communications between all three groups. Please, while we are waiting, tell me what these visitors are like?”
High District, Lenkik





The Guild of the Inquisitors was nestled into a rarely-visited corner of Lenkik’s high district. From the outside, it was a large building of quite exquisitely designed architecture, though being among many others of its sort, it still managed to be unassuming. Unlike other guild halls, there were no markings on the outside to indicate its purpose. Nothing to make it stand out. If someone was important enough to have legitimate business with the Inquisitors’ Guild, then they would be able to find them.

Through the entryway was a large chamber with a vaulted ceiling. Not an uncommon feature for high-class Ascendancy architecture, but what was notable was how bare it all was. In other guilds or businesses, they might adorn the walls with murals, paintings, or carvings. The owners might bring in statues for decoration or arrange proper sitting areas in their lobby. For the Inquisitors, though, their lobby felt like an almost uncomfortably large room of fine, but plain white marble, with just a single desk at its center.

Aside from Kolvar and the soldier, there were just three others in the spacious room. In the back, standing on either side of the closed doorway leading in to the rest of the building were two Inquisitor guards, a Glen and a Tekeri. They were what the average person tended to think of when imagining an Inquisitor, as they were the ones who served their guild openly in a defined role. They both wore a full suit of steel laminar armor, including helmets with full masks, engraved with a visage of their own respective species. On the mask, emblazoned at the center of their foreheads was the insignia of the guild: an eye with two pupils, one looking backwards, and another forwards. Both guards carried halberds and stood like statues without so much as acknowledging the new arrivals.

Behind the desk was a Tekeri man of unremarkable build and stature. His feathers were immaculately clean, his beak and talons polished, and he wore the kind of fine jewelry that was common to high class Tekeri, but he otherwise had no uniform. The only thing identifying him as a member of the Inquisitors’ Guild was a small, simple medallion with their insignia, which was identical to what any other member of any rank would wear. Sometimes to the irritation of outsiders, it was often difficult to understand exactly who one was dealing with when interacting with members of the guild. Aside from Inquisitor Guards, they wore no uniforms and almost never identified their rank. Their organizational structure was a mystery to anyone outside their guild, and if they were not serving a public-facing position, they would almost certainly not wear the guild insignia. Anyone could be an inquisitor, and the Tekeri man in front of them could have been anything from a prominent officer, to a secretary.

The Inquisitor did not greet them, but rather waited for one of them to state their business. “Spearman Major Baraw of Lenkik.” He began, presenting his rank insignia for the Inquisitor to inspect. As they had shapeshifted to return to Lenkik quickly, it was the only one of his belongings he had been able to bring with him. “I am here on the order of Nellara, Castigator of the City of Lenkik. I am presenting a formal, emergency request for the services of a Guild Thought Mage.”

The Inquisitor did not speak a word in question of the order. To make an emergency request for a Thought Mage was an order that carried considerable weight, as did the consequences for making such an order frivolously. “Wait here.” He said firmly before promptly turning around and heading through the doors behind him deeper into the building.

The wait was quiet, and perhaps awkward, but it was certainly not long. It was hardly more than five minutes before someone returned, though it was not the Tekeri. Rather, it was a pair of Inquisitor Guards, both Glen with polearms like the others guarding the door. One took a step forward towards Kolvar and Baraw. “Walk with us, and do not deviate from our path.” She warned the pair.

Heading deeper into the Guild Hall, one of the guards walked in front, while the other walked behind the pair, though the two Glen still walked in perfect step with one another. The hallways were as plain as the lobby; just undecorated marble. Whether or not every room was similarly unremarkable, though, they could not know, as every single door they passed on the way to their destination was closed tight, usually with a guard at its side. There was no way to know if this was normal for the Guild, or if they only took extra precautions when they had visitors.

Although none of the doors seemed too different from any other, the Guards appeared to know just where to bring them. One of the Glen opened the door and ushered the pair inside, then both followed them in and closed it behind them.

This room was one with far more personality than any other they had seen thusfar. It actually looked like it was someone’s home, and quite a nice one at that. There were beautiful paintings decorating the walls, expensive furniture, and a wonderful view of the city out the window. Aside from the Guards who had followed them in, there were two other guards who had already been present. One was a Tekeri, while the other was an Iriad: a notable rarity outside of their homeland, though none of their expressions could be seen behind their masks.

At a large table in the center of the room sat another individual. This time, a S’tor. He was roughly middle-aged with dull red scales, and by the fact that he was unarmored and unmasked, was clearly not one of the guards. In fact, the light smile he gave as his guests approached showed more emotion than every single other person they had met since they had arrived. He wore a vibrant violet robe, with silver embroidery. He was not built like a fighter, but he was still a S’tor. Even an untrained S’tor could still physically overpower any other of Kanth-Aremek’s intelligent species. “Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you both. I am told that I am to be assigned to assist our Castigator. Please, tell me what you need.”
Wodan





Perched up on one of the consoles near to Jack, a hologram of a crow appeared in his view. Naturally, Wodan was monitoring every detail of what was transpiring as best as he could, so there was no need to reiterate Zey’s orders. “The Jotunheim’s cannon is responding and is currently operational, but I must advise caution in its use. It can be rotated and aimed with minimal consequence, but it is an energy-intensive magnetic accelerator weapon, and we are operating on auxiliary power. To put simply, every single shot could take one to two weeks off of our batteries’ remaining power. Explosive shells could be fired at lower power for more manageable energy drain, but are dangerous to use in close proximity to the ship.”
Kareet of Arcaeda





At first, Kareet was unsure of the approach that Castigator Nellara was taking. She moved up to the breach in the wall and took cover on one side, peering out only slightly to avoid exposing herself. She wondered if the Castigator was not overstepping her authority, as the Ascendancy would most certainly be interested in claiming this fortress. They would be interested in learning whatever they could about it, and as a bonus could provide ample protection for the Humans within. She was not sure that Nellara’s superiors would agree with her guaranteeing them such unrestricted independence.

However, Kareet also was not blind to the complex, and frankly irritating, politics surrounding this situation. As much as she hated to admit it, they were right on the border to Mythadia. As far as she knew, there were no precisely defined borders in this region. They could talk about who had the “right” to the land all they wanted, but ultimately, that right would lie with whoever could enforce their claim. This was a prize that was worth fighting for, but the Ascendancy had been involved for years with a territorial dispute with the S’tor over the Sovereignty to the north. Mythadia and Acanata, for all their flaws, were still a powerful force to be reckoned with. The Ascendancy would have to commit substantial forces to have a hope of challenging them, and if that happened, they would not be able to stop the S’tor from claiming everything they wanted. Of course, the Glen were also in a similar situation. There were other S’tor nations farther west on Mythadia’s northern border that would not hesitate to jump on the opportunity if the majority of Mythadia’s forces were tied up in a war in the east. In the end, only the S’tor would benefit from this escalating too far. No, war simply would not do. With the Humans caught in the middle, it could end up with neither nation being able to learn anything at all from the crash. There was no greater tragedy Kareet could imagine than that.

Perhaps the Castigator was right? The Humans themselves could be the difference-maker here. This Jotunheim was theirs, and they clearly had capabilities beyond their understanding. If they could not bring armies in so close to Mythadia, perhaps diplomacy would yield better results? They could be helpful and polite to the Humans, make a show of respecting their independence, and gain their favor. It might make it more difficult to gain some secrets that they would rather hold close, but something was better than nothing, and “nothing” would be exactly what they would get for as long as they remained in a standoff with Mythadia.

Cautiously, Kareet stepped up alongside Nellara. “We have a choke point here, Castigator.” She said softly, gesturing to the hole in the wall. “And several mages as force multipliers. But we shouldn’t fight them if we can help it, and certainly shouldn’t make the first attack. Too risky. Your approach may be the right one. We need to find a way to get the support of the Humans here. I suggest we send for a Thought mage as soon as we can. Perhaps invite this Silbermine to parley? At least something to buy time until we can communicate properly with the Humans.”
Wodan (Huginn and Muninn)





Amid the relative chaos of this first contact, there was another set of eyes observing in silence. Or, an amalgam of eyes, watching and listening from every angle available. To the natives, Humans were alien, but they were still recognizable as living beings. It was best not to introduce additional, even more “alien” surprises on top of there. So, Wodan observed. Recorded. Analyzed. The phenomena he witnessed seemed to operate in defiance of wide swathes of his pre-programmed knowledge base in regard to physics. Huginn and Muninn scoured volumes and volumes of reference material to identify and rank possible explanations by their likelihood. Technologies existed that could replicate the observed feats. Powerful electromagnets controlled by simple AI systems, or perhaps neural links. Carefully controlled flammable gasses could reproduce the patterns one being was creating. Their attire and armaments would suggest a far more primitive society than such explanations would imply, but that discrepancy seemed more likely answered by bizarre societal restrictions than a complete defiance of physics.

However, each subsequent act that he witnessed created new problems; forced more compromises in the explanations. Answers, one by one, were being eliminated. The internal debate came to its peak when it observed two of the avian beings that had stepped outside the ship. While many of Wodan’s external sensors were damaged, he could view through the eyes of the droids that were currently standing idle. What he saw were two beings, both substantially larger than any Human aboard, that had their bodies essentially reshaped into that of a much smaller, flying alien bird.

It was the role of Huginn and Muninn to bring forth and analyze new information. However, in their current power-restricted state, this revelation brought a pause within Wodan’s mind that could be observed on the timescales of Human thought.

<H:Nanite swarms could have the theoretical capability to reform cellular structure.>
<The method for meeting energy and material requirements is not observed.>

<M:That would be far more advanced than anything Humanity has created or seen.>
<I reiterate, the locals have arms and armor consistent with Earth’s late Medieval period.>

<H:Incongruence between the local technology and societal progress is still more likely than a challenge to physical laws.>
<If we accept that the appearance of the locals as primitive is genuine, then there remains no possible explanation for the observed phenomena.>

<M:Perhaps it is time to expand our search criteria to include impossible explanations?>

Another alert: movement. After one of the droids noted a disturbance in the fog beneath them, Wodan focused its optics on the area. There were more natives of the species that had been identified as “Glen”. Given the current power restrictions, Wodan re-prioritized the majority of his thought processes onto what was potentially a more time-sensitive issue.

<H:Mobile platform observes 22 quadrupedal lifeforms on approach.>
<Armed and equipped in a manner consistent with already observed local sapients.>

<M:The other natives in the shuttle bay have noticed as well.>
<The two who had transformed returned to tell them.>
<Their behavior makes it seem like they are agitated or worried about the new arrivals.>
<They are probably not allies.>

<H:Not allies to these natives.>

In Zey’s earpiece, she would soon hear Wodan’s voice. “There are 22 additional natives approaching the Jotunheim. They are of the same species as what the locals referred to as a ‘Glen’. They are armed, but no differently from the natives you have already encountered. However, it is safest to assume they have similar capabilities.”
The words being exchanged between some of the Humans did not seem too calm. Perhaps Kareet was misinterpreting their outward attitudes, but it felt like they were having disagreements among one another. If that was truly the case, then perhaps they had more in common than she thought…

For the moment, Kareet was not bothering to focus on how this seemingly nonmagical object Itxaro was using was creating those images in light, and instead just focused on the content of what the Humans were trying to communicate to them. Vigdis used more conventional means to make an image for Nellara, though as she peered over to see what was being drawn, she was somewhat puzzled by what it was trying to convey. The images looked to be Human, but they were not very…detailed. Their hands looked to be together. For Tekeri, bringing the hands together and interlocking the fingers was a show of affection, so that was where her mind naturally went on a first reaction. Were they meant to be lovers? Is that what “friends” meant? The second image appeared to depict a fight, so perhaps ”foes” meant a fight or war? Was it intended to be something about love and war?

Kareet was distracted momentarily from Itxaro as she watched Vigdis extend a hand towards Nellara, seemingly to mimic the first image. Kareet hummed momentarily to herself. She supposed it did not mean “lover” after all.

Before Kareet could interject in any way, however, the soldier Nellara had sent out suddenly returned obviously having just been returned back to his natural form. Kerchak was not far behind, still transformed. He was quick to give his report, which spurred Kareet back to her feet. Glen, and soldiers by the sound of it. This interruption was the last thing they needed.
“Hmm, I think it is a bit generous to call what I did a ‘spell’. No mortal could possibly control that amount of power. The best I could do was to give it a bit of shape as I released it. I know that the magic I released from that staff would destroy any living thing in its path. I imagine it did just that.” Meesei answered.

Meesei turned her head to face Fendros. “I know that Clavicus Vile was defeated by the hands of the Godhunter, Fendros Avarul. I know that my pack…your pack still lives. Between those two alone, I know I will be able to rest easy as I await the day you join me again. Do not worry, though, I can wait. I can just imagine the smiles on Rhazii and Julan’s faces when they saw you all return safely. I have to wonder what your plans are, now that it is over? Not for the clans, not as the Champion, but for you and your family.”
Itxaro did succeed in clarifying, to an extent. The few words they had exchanged did become more clear to her, but understanding the words only ended up raising more questions for Kareet. It was fascinating beyond compare, but still undeniably confusing. As absurd as it seemed, she could not refute the conclusion Nellara and Shirik had come to. “How could they possibly be unfamiliar with magic?” Kareet questioned. “You mean to say that this ‘Jotunheim’ can somehow fly with no need for magic? I try to keep my mind open to things I do not understand, but that…is a difficult notion to accept.”

Kareet took in a deep breath and paused a moment to focus. “Okay, let’s assume for a moment that they do not use magic. I don’t know if we are going to be able to teach them like they want. If none of them have had an awakening, then nothing we could do will work for them. Let’s just…hope that showing them is good enough to sate their curiosity.”
“How…” Kareet stammered. It seemed this Itxaro could create a show of lights with some sort of object, much like Shirik. It was more clear and detailed, though, and it painted a picture that she could not rationalize away. Not another continent, but a different planet entirely? That was not something she had ever even considered. Not only were there entire other worlds out there, but it was possible to move between them. This planet of theirs seemed to be named either “Earth” or “Home”, based on what Itxaro indicated. This flying fortress of theirs seemed to be called a “Jotunheim.” There were other words too, but Kareet could not guarantee she understood their meaning. “Travel” they associated with the same motion Shirik had used for walking. Or maybe just moving in general? “Broken”, they said alongside what looked like an explosion, so perhaps the word meant “explosion”? In that case, the Human was saying their fortress exploded, then the Humans moved to their planet “Home”. Or maybe that they wanted to go back to Home? That would make more sense in their circumstances.

Once she was spoken to, Kareet seemed to be shaken back into reality. “I don’t understand how this could be possible. It couldn’t mean anything else, could it?” She turned her head towards Kerchak. “Yes…do what the Castigator says. Take a soldier back to Lenkik, hurry. We have to be able to communicate. You’ll need to go to the Inquisitors’ Guild there. Let the soldier guide the way; they’ll know what to do.”
Initially, Kareet was worried about what Shirik might do. Yet another voice, pulling in a different direction. However, it did not take her long to see the value in it. These little dancing flames were more than just a simple trick for impressing children or peasants. Images could convey thought, to an extent, and Shirik could create them on-demand. This was actually useful, and it was probably the most progress they had made since they started.

“They are right. If we want to make any progress here, I am going to have to take some risks.” Kareet said, glancing to Nellara beside her. After a moment, she stepped out of formation alongside Nellara and instead approached Shirik. She pulled off her backpack, then sat down in front of Shirik. Strategically speaking, it put her at a disadvantage if a fight were to break out, but it also made her appear less threatening. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a parchment, then unrolled it on the floor in front of Shirik. No matter how strange these outsiders were, it would have to be obvious that it was a map.

“I want to get one of these Humans in front of a thought mage. Either by getting some of them to come with me to Lenkik, or as Kerchack suggests, using his shapeshifting to fly back there. If we can communicate clearly, we can clear up all of these misunderstandings. Can you help me convey that, Shirik?” Kareet asked. As she spoke, she magnetized her pen into her hand, then drew a small symbol on the map in their current location, in the rough shape of this crashed fortress. Then, she pointed a talon at a different symbol, which resembled a collection of buildings. It was labeled “Lenkik”, though they certainly could not read the writing.

“Lenkik.” Kareet said, loudly and clearly.
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