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FleetCaptainT: /* Chapter 4 */ Part 4

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Chapter 4: Part 4

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	<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>âI suppose not.â Marie said, a strange tone in her voice that Killian thought he detected, but when he glanced up at her she just shrugged back. They walked through the open gate and made their way around families sitting on rugs and occupied benches, towards two adjacent benches. Their parents sat in one, arms around each othersâ shoulders, while Tiberius sat on the far edge of the other that effectively kept the seats between them open.</font></p>		<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>âI suppose not.â Marie said, a strange tone in her voice that Killian thought he detected, but when he glanced up at her she just shrugged back. They walked through the open gate and made their way around families sitting on rugs and occupied benches, towards two adjacent benches. Their parents sat in one, arms around each othersâ shoulders, while Tiberius sat on the far edge of the other that effectively kept the seats between them open.</font></p>



			====<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial">Part 4</font></p>====

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			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âAbout time you showed up.â they heard Tiberius say quietly after Killian and Marie joined him on the front row bench, seated in age order. He was faced downward with his knees up, almost to his chest, and his large hands helped obscure a digital camera.</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âYou look like an idiot.â Marie said.</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âMom said to be inconspicuous.â Tiberius murmured.</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âLooking like an idiot is conspicuous. Put your feet down.â</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> He didnât move. âAnd when the locals ask what this magic box is, you can tell them.â</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âNot my responsibility, Tibby.â</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âNot if they think itâs yours.â</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âStop it you two.â Killian groaned. âHeâs not the one attracting stairs. Look.â</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> Marie rolled her eyes away from Tiberius, who continued looking at his camera. They who cared stared ahead as the flaps of a small blue tent parted and a middle aged man exited. He wore a pinstripe suit and carried a small briefcase, but most remarkable was the jangling jesterâs hat on his head. The hat changed colors as he walked, an illusion that evoked some oohs and ahs from the crowd around.</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial">'' And he had not opened the briefcase yet'', Killian thought. Then he heard a quiet rustle. He glanced at Marie, who hadnât moved, then in the other direction at his parents, who had sat up straighter. Their tranquil expressions had dialed down a notch as they turned their attention to the performer, in particular his hat. Unlike the rest of the audience who regarded it with fascination, Ben and Lucille carried an almost troubled look.</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âMy name isâ¦ Brian.â the performer introduced himself with a wide smile. âNot a remarkable name, I know, not by itself at least. No offense to other Brians here. Youâd think Iâd have a cooler name, being an acclaimed wizard, right? What? You havenât heard of me? Not one of you?â</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> Killian snorted. ''Brian the Illusionist, sure''<span style="font-style: normal">, he thought. Stand up comedian? Maybe. Wizard? No way would he buy that.</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> Brian set the briefcase on the ground, undid the brass buckles, and removed a large book.</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âThe typical coloring book trick?â Tiberius asked without looking up.</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> Marie shushed him. âDonât be a cynic. You too, Killian. And yeah, heâs holding a book.â</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âI can see ''that''.â Tiberius said. His camera had a pivoting screen through which he recorded the scene. <span style="font-style: normal">â</span><span style="font-style: normal">Thatâs not what I asked.â</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> Brian opened the bookâs covers wide to reveal a completely empty binding, and Tiberius raised his eyebrows at the lack of pages.</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âIâm a good artist, right?â Brian asked with a grin.</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âYer book is empty!â an audience person crowed.</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âWhat, really?â Brian rotated the book around to face him. âNo it isnât!â he denied. He spun it back to the audience, still page less.</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âSo youâre an abstract artist?â Marie called, playing along.</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âI prefer photo realism,â Brian said, turning to them. âPortraits of people especially. Sometimes landscapes.â He mimed flipping invisible pages, then he shrugged. âSurely you can see that, unless... oh no! I must have cast a disappearing spell on my artwork! Thatâs why you canât see anything.â</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> Killian and Tiberius both sighed.</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> âItâs alright.â Brian continued. âTo undo a disappearing spell needs two people: me and a volunteer.â</font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> â<span style="font-style: normal">Of course.â Tiberius said to no one.</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> â<span style="font-style: normal">Did I hear a volunteer?â Brian swung to face their direction again, his jester cap changing hue. He seemed to stare straight at Tiberius, until Marie waved a hand in the air and attracted his attention.</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> â<span style="font-style: normal">I volunteer.â she said and stood up.</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> â<span style="font-style: normal">Excellent, you can step right up!â Brian beckoned, and Marie joined him in the clearing. He shut the book and leveled it toward her. âItâs a simple reversal spell. No words needed. Just hold the edge and picture with me the missing portraits.â</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> â<span style="font-style: normal">I donât know what they look like.â Marie stated.</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> â<span style="font-style: normal">Iâll tell you.â Brian said. âJust close your eyes and picture my words.â She shut them. âGood. Now, relaxâ¦ and think. My last drawing was a beautiful maiden in a flowery dress, but thatâs not the important part. Blur the foreground. Her face takes center focus, framed by flowing locks of the deepest black hair, dark as night, a contrast to the day scene behind her. Her face is the most wonderful mixture of God-given features, her smiling lips and relaxed brow exhibit so much love and care, and her eyes areâ open your eyes a second?â</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-style: normal"> Marie popped her dark eyes open.</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> â<span style="font-style: normal">A deep brown.â Brian finished, and with a flourish he flipped the book open to reveal a portrait drawn on a paper page. Killian heard his parents gasp, like many in the audience, except for himself and Tiberius. It was a little too far to see clearly, but Tiberius zoomed his camera in on the portrait and aimed the screen to Killian. Now he had no doubts. It was a portrait of Marie.</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> â<span style="font-style: normal">What a coincidence!â Brian said. âYou are as beautiful on paper as in real life, before all our eyes. You can keep it, for your inner narcissist.â He gave the page a small tug and it disconnected from the book. He reached into his briefcase to take out a frame, which he slid the page into, then he handed it to Marie. She politely took it before briskly returning to the bench, a blush on her cheeks.</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-style: normal"> She sat quickly and hissed, âThe hell happened there?â</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> â<span style="font-style: normal">Imagination happened.â a deep voice said. They looked up to see their father standing close, his hands on his hips. There was a look on his face similar to disapproval, but Killian knew it was something else, distant.</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> â<span style="font-style: normal">Imagination </span>''energy''<span style="font-style: normal">.â Tiberius clarified, and he tapped his fingers on the Marie portrait. âImagination created this. Yours or his. That means Imagination tech.â</span></font></p>

			<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"> â<span style="font-style: normal">Not from Militiregnum.â Ben appended with a nod towards Brian, and Killian and Marie turned back to see the âwizard.â He had put his book back in his briefcase, a modern accessory piece, and was walking back to his blue tent. Ben rested a hand each on Killianâs and Marieâs shoulders. âMy fellow travelers,â he said to his children, âit would seem weâre not the only field trippers here.â</span></font></p>

FleetCaptainT: Chapter 4 Part 3

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Chapter 4 Part 3

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	== ~~Part One~~ ==		== 3024 AF ==

	=== <font face="Arial">Prologue</font> ===		=== <font face="Arial">Prologue</font> ===

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	~~The year: 3024 AF.~~

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	If asked, he would not deny it.Â Killian Talmid wasn't an experienced romantic, but he was without a doubt very much in love.		If asked, he would not deny it.Â Killian Talmid wasn't an experienced romantic, but he was without a doubt very much in love.

	== ~~Part Two~~ ==		== 3027 AF ==

	~~The year: 3027 AF.~~

	The location: Planet Militiregnum.		The location: Planet Militiregnum.
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	=== <font face="Arial">Chapter 3 ~~- Jailbirds~~</font> ===		=== <font face="Arial">Chapter 3</font> ===

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	Â <nowiki> </nowiki>He would have watched it until its vanishing point, but a bend in the road caused it to disappear that way, and so Killian Talmid, bruised and beaten, resigned himself to the road ahead.Â It would be another two days by carriage to Orlan and no doubt the dungeons that awaited him, so he took to reminiscing insteadâ¦.<br></font>		Â <nowiki> </nowiki>He would have watched it until its vanishing point, but a bend in the road caused it to disappear that way, and so Killian Talmid, bruised and beaten, resigned himself to the road ahead.Â It would be another two days by carriage to Orlan and no doubt the dungeons that awaited him, so he took to reminiscing insteadâ¦.<br></font>

	== ~~Part Three~~ ==		== 3012 AF ==

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			<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>As Killian and Marie returned to Somnaâs square, a woman in a violet Victorian dress watched them approach. She pushed off the base of a stone horseman she had been leaning on then rounded the pedestal to face them, her arms crossed. Hafwyn Dhanawade was an attractive young woman with coppery auburn hair, light green eyes, and a pale complexion. Abe Talmid felt privileged to be engaged to her; that he had told her more than once, and although sheâd dismissed it each time, she was touched by the endearment. They both loved each other.</font></p>

			<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>âIf it isnât our two runaways.â she chided his younger siblings in an accented voice.</font></p>

			<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>âWe saw horses.â Marie said, as if that excused the new grass-stains adorning her previously white skirt. Killian just looked bored, as always.</font></p>

			<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>âThatâs nice.â Hafwyn replied with understanding, an equestrian herself. âYour parents and Tiberius are here for a magic show in the square. They kept seats for two more.â</font></p>

			<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>âNot for Abe and you?â Killian asked.</font></p>

			<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>âHeâs ''shopping''.â Hafwyn said, suggestively glancing at a nearby diamond cutter and artisanâs shop. âIâm not ''supposed'' to know what for, however...â</font></p>

			<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>âYou know, though.â Marie said knowingly, a smile creeping on her face.</font></p>

			<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>Hafwyn nodded and slipped her left hand into the folds of her dress, where sheâd sewn a hidden pocket, and withdrew a small box that she opened for Marie and Killian to see. Perched on a blue velvet cushion was a platinum ring, and Killianâs eyes shifted from the piece in the box to the jeweled silver piece already on her ring finger. He raised his eyebrows at Hafwyn and she winked back at him, then Marie covered her mouth.</font></p>

			<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>âYouâre going to propose?â she gasped. âWhen?â</font></p>

			<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>âHopefully before Abe does.â Hafwyn said quickly, as she let her enthusiasm overtake her usually serene demeanor. âHe will be awhile, you know how he is with choosing. He thinks itâs fun to be traditional, but surprising him is funner.â She popped the box shut and hid it again, then turned serious. âDonât tell him.â</font></p>

			<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>âCross my heart and hope to die.â Marie whispered, and Killian mimed zipping his lips shut, and Hafwyn returned to leaning on the statue. âCan you believe it?â she hissed to him once they rushed past Hafwyn, headed towards the squareâs fenced in dirt and garden center where tents were pitched and a small crowd sat on benches, for the magic show. âI think youâre a bit young to be an uncle.â</font></p>

			<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>Killian shrugged. âWe donât know thereâs a baby on the way- not yet, I mean.â</font></p>

			<p class="gmail-western" style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> </span>âI suppose not.â Marie said, a strange tone in her voice that Killian thought he detected, but when he glanced up at her she just shrugged back. They walked through the open gate and made their way around families sitting on rugs and occupied benches, towards two adjacent benches. Their parents sat in one, arms around each othersâ shoulders, while Tiberius sat on the far edge of the other that effectively kept the seats between them open.</font></p>

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Chapter 4: Added Part 2

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	<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> The cabin wall was lined with pictures and in the artificial light a dark haired man inspected them. Grayscale, monochromatic, colorized, and digitally produced images made up the gallery of stills, some framed and most just laminated card stock. Some showed distant lands, even other planets, and all were points of interest to their family. The manâs blue eyes always gravitated to the partially colored still in the galleryâs upper left corner, the point where it all began. The foreground showed a city street busy with carriages, the horsedrawn type, and pedestrians blurred by the exposure, but the object of focus stood out. Dyed in gold, the letters of the âTalmid Letter Companyâ adorned a wide storefront.</span></font></p>		<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> The cabin wall was lined with pictures and in the artificial light a dark haired man inspected them. Grayscale, monochromatic, colorized, and digitally produced images made up the gallery of stills, some framed and most just laminated card stock. Some showed distant lands, even other planets, and all were points of interest to their family. The manâs blue eyes always gravitated to the partially colored still in the galleryâs upper left corner, the point where it all began. The foreground showed a city street busy with carriages, the horsedrawn type, and pedestrians blurred by the exposure, but the object of focus stood out. Dyed in gold, the letters of the âTalmid Letter Companyâ adorned a wide storefront.</span></font></p>

	<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> The man smiled at it before he panned to an incomplete row of images where the collectionâs ended. He reached behind himself for a stack of three new card stock images, freshly printed depictions of recently taken scenes, and a roll of sticky tape. The first image was of a colorful planet viewed from space, all blue, green, brown, and white; the second showed a spiry castle, observed from afar, built on a grassy hill overlooking the surrounding cities; the last was a family portrait with seven people dressed in medieval attire ranging in age from adults both old and young to a teenager barely ~~fourteen~~.</span></font></p>		<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> The man smiled at it before he panned to an incomplete row of images where the collectionâs ended. He reached behind himself for a stack of three new card stock images, freshly printed depictions of recently taken scenes, and a roll of sticky tape. The first image was of a colorful planet viewed from space, all blue, green, brown, and white; the second showed a spiry castle, observed from afar, built on a grassy hill overlooking the surrounding cities; the last was a family portrait with seven people dressed in medieval attire ranging in age from adults both old and young to a teenager barely thirteen.</span></font></p>

	<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> On the left stood the oldest and tallest man. His name was Ben, surname Talmid. His brownish hair was beginning to gray, but his grinning face exemplified energy. Next to him stood a raven-black haired woman, Benâs wife, and the beloved mother to the presently youngest generation of Talmids, Lucille Lars-Talmid, the matriarch of the family. The fingers of her right hand and Benâs left were intertwined in eternal companionship. Her other arm was draped over the shoulders of her first son, the young man placing the pictures now. She had insisted he stand next to her, and called him her boy, a remark to which he laughed, but he lovingly did as she said. At twenty-four years old he was hardly a boy.</span></font></p>		<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> On the left stood the oldest and tallest man. His name was Ben, surname Talmid. His brownish hair was beginning to gray, but his grinning face exemplified energy. Next to him stood a raven-black haired woman, Benâs wife, and the beloved mother to the presently youngest generation of Talmids, Lucille Lars-Talmid, the matriarch of the family. The fingers of her right hand and Benâs left were intertwined in eternal companionship. Her other arm was draped over the shoulders of her first son, the young man placing the pictures now. She had insisted he stand next to her, and called him her boy, a remark to which he laughed, but he lovingly did as she said. At twenty-four years old he was hardly a boy.</span></font></p>
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	<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> After them stood the second son, handsome Abe, and his girlfriend Hafwyn. Abe, with his curly brown hair, brown eyes, and triangular face was a twenty-one year old version of Ben, without the facial hair. Hafwyn was also twenty-one and quite beautiful. Her auburn-haired head was leaning on Abeâs shoulder, a common pose.</span></font></p>		<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> After them stood the second son, handsome Abe, and his girlfriend Hafwyn. Abe, with his curly brown hair, brown eyes, and triangular face was a twenty-one year old version of Ben, without the facial hair. Hafwyn was also twenty-one and quite beautiful. Her auburn-haired head was leaning on Abeâs shoulder, a common pose.</span></font></p>

	<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> As the family stood in age order, Ben and Lucilleâs seventeen year old daughter Marie was next, and there the organization ended. Their last child, ~~fourteen~~ year old Killian, was a full head shorter than his sister. He stood in front of her almost protectively, his round face serious and his arms crossed, while Marieâs were wrapped around his waist. The youngest Talmids were close.</span></font></p>		<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-weight: normal"> As the family stood in age order, Ben and Lucilleâs seventeen year old daughter Marie was next, and there the organization ended. Their last child, thirteen year old Killian, was a full head shorter than his sister. He stood in front of her almost protectively, his round face serious and his arms crossed, while Marieâs were wrapped around his waist. The youngest Talmids were close.</span></font></p>

	<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial">â<span style="font-weight: normal">Itâs beautiful.â a ladyâs voice said from behind him, and her oldest son smiled.</span></font></p>		<p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 100%"><font face="Arial">â<span style="font-weight: normal">Itâs beautiful.â a ladyâs voice said from behind him, and her oldest son smiled.</span></font></p>

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 ''Weâve met in exile before, great city.'' Talmid thought.Â  ''But will we meet again?''<br>
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-Â <nowiki> </nowiki>He would have watched it until its vanishing point, but a bend in the road caused it to disappear that way, and so Killian Talmid, bruised and beaten, resigned himself to the road ahead.Â  It would be another two days by carriage to Orlan and no doubt the dungeons that awaited him, so he took to reminiscing insteadâ¦.
+Â <nowiki> </nowiki>He would have watched it until its vanishing point, but a bend in the road caused it to disappear that way, and so Killian Talmid, bruised and beaten, resigned himself to the road ahead.Â  It would be another two days by carriage to Orlan and no doubt the dungeons that awaited him, so he took to reminiscing insteadâ¦.<br></font>
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FleetCaptainT: Prologue!!

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Prologue!!

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FleetCaptainT: Retcon: Replaced Evereed with Somna, because Evereed is nowhere near Orlan.

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Retcon: Replaced Evereed with Somna, because Evereed is nowhere near Orlan.

FleetCaptainT: More Chapter 3

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FleetCaptainT: /* Chapter 3 - Jailbirds */

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Chapter 3 - Jailbirds

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	== Chapter 3 - Jailbirds ==		== Chapter 3 - Jailbirds ==

	=== ~~<br>~~		=== Part 1 ===
	Part 1 ===

	Â Sir Talmid proceeded down a path close to Evereedâs wall.Â The gravel road was close enough to the wall that the branches of the giant fir and great oak trees in Morciaâs forest lands cast their shade over the path.Â The gravel stopped when it entered a cobblestone path, Evereedâs main road, and across from that was the jail.		Â Sir Talmid proceeded down a path close to Evereedâs wall.Â The gravel road was close enough to the wall that the branches of the giant fir and great oak trees in Morciaâs forest lands cast their shade over the path.Â The gravel stopped when it entered a cobblestone path, Evereedâs main road, and across from that was the jail.

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 Sir Talmid stowed the wormholer, then with Brendan and Blaire in tow, they headed for the road that would take them to the jail.
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	Sir Talmid contemplated the predicament.Â "I am a Knight," he said, "it is my duty to help people.Â Where is this jail?"		Sir Talmid contemplated the predicament.Â "I am a Knight," he said, "it is my duty to help people.Â Where is this jail?"

	"~~Evereed~~.Â It's not far."		"Somna.Â It's not far."

	"Good." Sir Talmid said.Â "I have business there.Â And whoever it is you're, you say, 'rescuing,' does it involve more ambushing carriages?"		"Good." Sir Talmid said.Â "I have business there.Â And whoever it is you're, you say, 'rescuing,' does it involve more ambushing carriages?"
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	== Chapter 2 ==		== Chapter 2 ==
	Penitentiary was an old fashioned word related to penitence, meaning repenting, referring to a jail. ~~Evereed~~'s jail was a stout building built of copper tone bricks, Sir Talmid knew, and it was only two streets inside ~~Evereed~~'s wall. As Sir Talmid and his two little companions approached ~~Evereed~~ through lesser known forest paths, the sprawling stone border wall appeared.		Penitentiary was an old fashioned word related to penitence, meaning repenting, referring to a jail. Somna's jail was a stout building built of copper tone bricks, Sir Talmid knew, and it was only two streets inside Somna's wall. As Sir Talmid and his two little companions approached Somna through lesser known forest paths, the sprawling stone border wall appeared.

	Any man, woman, or child in ~~Evereed~~ would gladly relate the story ~~Evereed~~'s wall to anyone who didn't know. Having been a tourist in ~~Evereed~~ before, Sir Talmid knew the story. He doubted his two little companions knew its heritage.		Any man, woman, or child in Morcia would gladly relate the story of Somna's wall to anyone who didn't know. Having been a tourist in Somna before, Sir Talmid knew the story. He doubted his two little companions knew its heritage.

	"Stupid wall!" Brendan squeaked. "You said you'd get us past it!"		"Stupid wall!" Brendan squeaked. "You said you'd get us past it!"
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	"Tree-thousand twin-tee-even years after Figoranos." Blaire enunciated.		"Tree-thousand twin-tee-even years after Figoranos." Blaire enunciated.

	"Thank thee. Now, about a thousand and two-hundred years ago," Sir Talmid relayed, "there was a great war fought between the Great Kingdoms and the Morgai. The Morgai practiced dark magic and used it to destroy Evereed two times in the war. After the war ended and Evereed was rebuilt, the ~~locals also~~ built ~~this~~ wall and they hired good sorcerers to enchant it with all sorts of 'good' spells.Â According to the historical accounts, flowers bloomed on the entire span of ~~this wall~~ for the entire year, even in winter.â		"Thank thee. Now, about a thousand and two-hundred years ago," Sir Talmid relayed, "there was a great war fought between the Great Kingdoms and the Morgai. The Morgai practiced dark magic and used it to destroy the nearby Morcian town of Evereed two times in the war. After the war ended and Evereed was rebuilt, the Evereedians built themselves a wall, and they hired good sorcerers to enchant it with all sorts of 'good' spells.Â Of course, every other town in Morcia copied them, which is how Sombra got its wall. According to the historical accounts, flowers bloomed on the entire span of the walls for the entire year, even in winter.â

	Brendan scrunched his nose at ~~the~~ wall's plain grayness. "All I see is a wall."		Brendan scrunched his nose at Sombra's wall's plain grayness. "All I see is a wall."

	"Of course, spells fade over time," Sir Talmid said, "but these stones were enchanted once, so I believe they are still enchantable." He set the Wormholer down and looked into his pack, retrieved from the Rogue's prison carriage. He still had some Nexus Force gear, tech, and currency in there. He found what he was looking for, his Nexus Force Thinking Cap and a general-purpose White Imaginite crystal to power it. Through the cap's goggles his entire vision was augmented, and as he suspected the stones showed as modifiable. He attached a basic move behavior to a particular large stone, then stepped back and watched as that stone moved outwards by itself, creating a hole in the wall large enough for them to climb through.		"Of course, spells fade over time," Sir Talmid said, "but these stones were enchanted once, so I believe they are still enchantable." He set the Wormholer down and looked into his pack, retrieved from the Rogue's prison carriage. He still had some Nexus Force gear, tech, and currency in there. He found what he was looking for, his Nexus Force Thinking Cap and a general-purpose White Imaginite crystal to power it. Through the cap's goggles his entire vision was augmented, and as he suspected the stones showed as modifiable. He attached a basic move behavior to a particular large stone, then stepped back and watched as that stone moved outwards by itself, creating a hole in the wall large enough for them to climb through.
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	"Right." Blaire said seriously, and pushed Brendan through the wall. She looked back, shortsword still gripped in her little hands, before climbing through too. The stone then slid back in place.		"Right." Blaire said seriously, and pushed Brendan through the wall. She looked back, shortsword still gripped in her little hands, before climbing through too. The stone then slid back in place.

	They were now inside ~~Evereed~~ and the jail would not be far. Sir Talmid had picked a close by, but discrete location to enter the woodland town, behind some wooden shacks in its busy marketplace. The noises of that locale concealed the sounds of their entry.		They were now inside Somna and the jail would not be far. Sir Talmid had picked a close by, but discrete location to enter the woodland town, behind some wooden shacks in its busy marketplace. The noises of that locale concealed the sounds of their entry.

	Sir Talmid stowed the wormholer, then with Brendan and Blaire in tow, they headed for the road that would take them to the jail.		Sir Talmid stowed the wormholer, then with Brendan and Blaire in tow, they headed for the road that would take them to the jail.
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	=== Part 1 ===		=== Part 1 ===

	Â Sir Talmid proceeded down a path close to ~~Evereedâs~~ wall.Â The gravel road was close enough to the wall that the branches of the giant fir and great oak trees in Morciaâs forest lands cast their shade over the path.Â The gravel stopped when it entered a cobblestone path, ~~Evereedâs~~ main road, and across from that was the jail.		Â Sir Talmid proceeded down a path close to Somnaâs wall.Â The gravel road was close enough to the wall that the branches of the giant fir and great oak trees in Morciaâs forest lands cast their shade over the path.Â The gravel stopped when it entered a cobblestone path, Somnaâs main road, and across from that was the jail.

	Â With Brendan and Blair in tow the knight looked both ways, so they would not be run over by carriages, before crossing the street to go around the side of the jailâs brick facade.Â There, Sir Talmid crouched and inspected the ground.Â As he expected, there was an old wooden pallet covering an obvious hole in the ground, but it had been filled with sand.		Â With Brendan and Blair in tow the knight looked both ways, so they would not be run over by carriages, before crossing the street to go around the side of the jailâs brick facade.Â There, Sir Talmid crouched and inspected the ground.Â As he expected, there was an old wooden pallet covering an obvious hole in the ground, but it had been filled with sand.
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	Â <nowiki> </nowiki>~~Evereedâs~~ jail, a typical medieval prison on the inside.Â Sir Talmid practiced silent walking as he made his way down a round stone stairway.Â Honestly, he had no clue who Blair and Brendan wanted him to break out, which meant he would have to ask around.		Â <nowiki> </nowiki>Somnaâs jail, a typical medieval prison on the inside.Â Sir Talmid practiced silent walking as he made his way down a round stone stairway.Â Honestly, he had no clue who Blair and Brendan wanted him to break out, which meant he would have to ask around.

	Â Soon he faced rows of torch lit cells carved into the natural subterranean rock and barred with metal.Â Occupying each was a typical depraved ruffian he would expect in a prison, until Sir Talmid came upon a cell that was blocked up with a steel door and had only a small window.Â Curious, Sir Talmid put his face to the bars and stared in.Â Inside was a man lying on a stone bed, dressed in Nexus Force Summoner clothes.		Â Soon he faced rows of torch lit cells carved into the natural subterranean rock and barred with metal.Â Occupying each was a typical depraved ruffian he would expect in a prison, until Sir Talmid came upon a cell that was blocked up with a steel door and had only a small window.Â Curious, Sir Talmid put his face to the bars and stared in.Â Inside was a man lying on a stone bed, dressed in Nexus Force Summoner clothes.
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	Â âHello, Legoboy!â Sir Talmid said into the cell, and the Summoner sat up immediately.		Â âHello, Legoboy!â Sir Talmid said into the cell, and the Summoner sat up immediately.

	Â âTalmid?â Legoboy said, getting to his feet and dusting off his robes.Â âNot you too.Â I thought the Rogues had come to move me again.âÂ Despite the dirt and grease in his cell, Legoboyâs clothes were pristine and white, as if he was using Imagination to keep his clothes clean.Â ~~âEvereed~~ is not far from Orlan.â		Â âTalmid?â Legoboy said, getting to his feet and dusting off his robes.Â âNot you too.Â I thought the Rogues had come to move me again.âÂ Despite the dirt and grease in his cell, Legoboyâs clothes were pristine and white, as if he was using Imagination to keep his clothes clean.Â âSomna is not far from Orlan.â

	Â âTwo children freed me from the prison carriage.Â In return, Iâm busting everyone out for them.â Talmid explained, while he stepped back and inspected the steel doorâs array of locks, padlocks and deadbolts.Â âHow do I open this thing?â		Â âTwo children freed me from the prison carriage.Â In return, Iâm busting everyone out for them.â Talmid explained, while he stepped back and inspected the steel doorâs array of locks, padlocks and deadbolts.Â âHow do I open this thing?â
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	Â <nowiki> </nowiki>In the prison antechamber, behind a desk, sat a Paradox Rogue instated as warden of the ~~Evereed~~ prison.Â Sir Talmid ran up behind him and hit on the head with his wormholer, knocking him out.Â Then he began rummaging through the deskâs drawers, pushing aside papers and paperweights while he looked for keys.<br>		Â <nowiki> </nowiki>In the prison antechamber, behind a desk, sat a Paradox Rogue instated as warden of the Somna prison.Â Sir Talmid ran up behind him and hit on the head with his wormholer, knocking him out.Â Then he began rummaging through the deskâs drawers, pushing aside papers and paperweights while he looked for keys.<br>
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	Â <nowiki> </nowiki>âLooking for these?â a high-pitched voice said and Sir Talmid spun around in alarm.Â The front door was closed and no one had entered, nor come up the stairs.Â His eyes narrowed, Sir Talmid scanned the bookshelves and under the benches for any hidden passages or trapdoors.Â There was a fish tank atop one table, along with flowers and magazines.<br>		Â <nowiki> </nowiki>âLooking for these?â a high-pitched voice said and Sir Talmid spun around in alarm.Â The front door was closed and no one had entered, nor come up the stairs.Â His eyes narrowed, Sir Talmid scanned the bookshelves and under the benches for any hidden passages or trapdoors.Â There was a fish tank atop one table, along with flowers and magazines.<br>
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	Â <nowiki> </nowiki>The Rogues threw Talmid into the carriage and they were off.Â There was only one barred window in the back of the carriage, which Sir Talmid pulled himself towards to look through.<br>		Â <nowiki> </nowiki>The Rogues threw Talmid into the carriage and they were off.Â There was only one barred window in the back of the carriage, which Sir Talmid pulled himself towards to look through.<br>
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	Â <nowiki> </nowiki>~~Evereedâs~~ great wall receded in the distance.<br>		Â <nowiki> </nowiki>Somnaâs great wall receded in the distance.<br>
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	''Weâve met in exile before, great city.'' Talmid thought.Â ''But will we meet again?''<br>		''Weâve met in exile before, great city.'' Talmid thought.Â ''But will we meet again?''<br>

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