FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Well. What else can be said? The Little Courtesy is over. You have all survived. You are now going to your final destination-with invitations to boot. And Charlotte will be getting that private audience, as promised.

But it's not over. Everyone knows it. Confrontation is inevitable. The question is what, exactly, will happen when that confrontation happens-or if anyone will in fact be able to go with Charlotte when it happens. But you've gone this far. There's no turning back. There has to be a way.

Nothing has been certain, or simple. Whatever happens will be no different from the horrors of the Little Courtesy. Perhaps the saying might still hold. Will all be well? Will it?

It must. God help everyone if it isn't.

Seven is the Number, but there are nine strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[katzenpfote]

Some of them are spells I have figured out, a few are spells given to me, and some are ones that were purchased. Still, even if I didn't figure it out on my own, I still must spend time copying it precisely and making small adjustments to it.

[He flips to a page that has a half-dome drawn on it, surrounded with an insane amount of tiny scrawling notes and calculations, half in Common and half in Zemnian, complete with a small drawing of a ritual circle and a long passage of words that make no real sense. It looks like madness, but there's something artistic and carefully organized about it.]

This is a useful one. It provides shelter on the road, as long as I have about ten minutes to cast it.