WEEK 4

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 4


[It is late in the afternoon when the Titled finally wake up from their long, vivid sleep. What day is it? Maybe it doesn't matter.

They weren't awake when it happened, but the final set of doors have opened. The Intercessor hasn't emerged from their room. There is no sign of the grumpy old man. And, the Titled may notice that nothing has been cleaned up - including the remains of those who prompted the Investigation - since they went into the Debate Hall. No new food has been supplied in the Kitchen, either.

The only replenishing food supply is in the Conservatex - who knows when those'll get ripped out from the ground out of spite, though. Their captors certainly showed themselves to not be above petty revenge, unfortunately.

So many questions now swirl. Is the old man hiding? Is the Intercessor ok? What the hell happened with the dragon? What about that other group which the Titled have come to realize exist? What did their captors have planned? And...really, what the hell else is going to happen now?

Whatever it is, it's not going to be good.

So get ready, Titled.

There are nine (but perhaps only eight?...) strangers in this place.]

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[carries_war]

[He lowers his paintbrush and turns around with a look of confusion, before realizing Maglor is looking at the holsters he's still using to carry knives. He draws the hunting knife and flips it upright with skilled fingers.]

You recognize it?

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor's eyes are very soft, and he traces the carvings in the white bone handle fondly, before turning it so Junior can see the eight-pointed star engraven in the hilt ]

My younger brother Tyelko... Celegorm, made me this as a Begetting Day gift when we were younger. He hunted the stag from whose antlers he carved the handles himself. I am glad it has found its way to a worthy owner.

[carries_war]

Well...if it's something like that, you should have it back.

[He digs in his jacket pocket and produces the cloak clasp.]

I got this, too.

[bythewaves]

My cloak pin! [ he exclaims softly and accepts it back, but the knife he tosses once and then shakes his head ]

No. [ Maglor smiles and shakes his head, passing it back to him ]

Keep it! May it serve you well. My brother would be pleased to see it in good hands. It was made with my father's techniques and will neither dull nor rust. And so long as your heart holds true it will not break. It had a pair, once - but that snapped in my hand. It will be happier with you.

[carries_war]

[He takes the knife and holds the side of the handle against his chest, opposite his heart. It still feels wrong that nothing beats there.]

A pair with a broken other half, huh...well, I can't say it doesn't fit. I'll take good care of it.

[bythewaves]

[ He smiles at Junior quietly ]

Its name is Maeglach - "Piercing Flame". May it come to happier times in your hands than in mine.

[carries_war]

Piercing Flame...shame I don't have my fire here. But when we get our powers back, I'll have to make something for you. I'm not exactly a blacksmith, but Ether crafted jewelry can have useful effects.

[bythewaves]

I will treasure anything you choose to gift me with, Junior.