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Date Posted: 20:46:42 01/25/02 Fri
Author: Corum, Valhorek, & Erlic
Subject: All's well.....sorta
In reply to: Argus 's message, "What are you all standing around staring for?" on 15:40:02 01/25/02 Fri

Corum watched as Tristan left the area. The youth realized that Marz wasn’t an easy individual to get along with, and it took a lot to really understand his friend. Unfortunately, there were a lot of people that looked at Marz, and thought one of two things; they liked him or they hated him, there was no in between when it came to knowing the ex-gang leader, and if anyone knew that, it was Corum.

The youth was surprised to hear Tristan actually thank him. He really didn’t expect any thanks, or anything, rather he just wanted Marz to be happy, and whoever else happened to get to know Marz as well. It was all fairly simple. All anyone had to do was simply look, and listen to the youth to actually understand him. It really didn’t make any difference what Marz liked, or preferred, as some of the adventuring party had thought, or made claims as to his being a pervert, or not being one. That was really all on the surface. But deep down, Marz was a pretty good guy. It was that simple. Yeah, he was a jerk at times, but who wasn’t? Corum simply shrugged his shoulders as he started to make his way back to camp.

He was passing the lake when he spotted Rowan, and Tia kissing. The youth simply smiled. Perhaps he should have spoken to Rowan, rather than Tia. No matter, it seemed that whatever they did, it had worked.

Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match. Find me a find, catch me a catch. Matchmaker, matchmaker, look through your book, and make me a perfect match. Matchmaker, matchmaker, I’ll bring the veil. You bring the groom, slender and pale. Bring me a ring, for I’m longing to be, the envy of all I see.

Corum smiled at Yorik. “I think you finally got the hang of it Yorik,” the youth said. “Now, how about we get back to the camp, and see just what’s going on.”

Corum eventually got back, and watched as the unusual man, who was lying in the sand, spoke some gibberish, or at least he thought it was gibberish. Oddly enough, it almost made sense. He stood by, and watched the proceedings with rapt attention.

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"Blimp, yew lot! Ay yew all go'n ter juss stand thuz gawk'n at me like ay'm some sort o' fascinat'n bug er ay yew go'n ter answer me? Whuz in de blewdy nine 'ells am ay?"

Valhorek almost smiled at the man wondering just what kind of dialect he was speaking. It was quite obvious to him that it was not from anyplace that he had been. He finally spoke to Argus. “You’re on the continent of Neromba in the world of Variance,” the healer stated as he started to check the man out with his psychic abilities. “I don’t know where you come from, but perhaps my friends are wondering the same question, since you really haven’t explained why you were in the mirror, and how you got here.”

The man was a bit dehydrated, but nothing that could explain how he could have survived without water for his so called many years. That was the part that didn’t sit right with the healer. There was the theory that in some worlds, somewhat similar to the ethereal plane, time behaved differently, and perhaps that was why the stranger seemed to act in such an unusual way.

“Well, it looks like your in somewhat decent condition,” Valhorek stated as he finished his observation. “Outside of a decent bath, new clothes, and some food, I think you’ll be fine.” Since the stranger was constantly wondering about them, Valhorek started to answer him. “We gawk at you, as you put it, because one doesn’t see a stranger emerge from a mirror out of nowhere, let alone speaking in a strange dialect that no one is familiar with.”

Perhaps a bit of discretion would be prudent at this stage of the game. “You spoke of something chasing you,” the healer continued. “Now, perhaps you can explain to us just who your are, and why you’re here. We are common adventurers traveling the lands of Neromba, simple and plain.”

Valhorek figured that was enough for the man for now, until they received the answers they needed. As far as he was concerned, he could have been a spy, but that was highly unlikely. He stood back up, and retrieved Jamal, the falcon, which Isobel had been so kind to hold for him. “Thanks, Isobel,” the healer stated.

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Erlic had decided to watch the others, as well as the stranger, and see how they viewed the newcomer. At first he had a problem understanding the individual, but after a time, he slowly began to get the drift of the man’s dialect. What disturbed the guild master the most was the comment about being chased after, and why hadn’t they come through the mirror. Who exactly were they, and what was this so called gateway, that Argus had spoken of? Important questions, especially if the chances of the mirror acting as a portal from some other world became activated, and let the monstrosities Argus spoke of into their world.

The guild master had been prepared once the man appeared. Knowing nothing about him he had already palmed several shurikens in his hand, ready to unleash them at the stranger should he try something dangerous.

Erlic wondered if perhaps he had come from a world similar to the ethereal plane. The rules of time, and substance, acted differently in the ethereal plane than they did here in the world of Variance. Although he had only traveled a few times to the ethereal plane, and twice to Hades, that was the extent of his knowledge of the planes, other than what he had discovered in various tomes. However, that didn’t rule out other planes that were supposed to exist, but were quite difficult to find, let alone master. There were those that were called plane travelers, whose only goal in life was to visit every plane in existence, and bring back some form of knowledge from them. However, those people were few, and far between, and usually kept to themselves, not wanting to share their information with anyone.

After Valhorek had finished with the man, and explained the situation, Erlic watched with an intense fascination as he waited for Argus’ response. He turned to Laurel, who now stood next to him again. “Is there a possibility that you have a spell that can cause the man to become immobile, should the need arise? I’d hate to have to injure him if not necessary.”

It was then that he received the mind message from Tristan informing him that someone had tried to steal Marz’s magic. Erlic’s attention was diverted momentarily as he processed the information. From past experiences only those that were mages could possibly see the outpouring of the magic from Marz’s body. He had heard mention that one of the centaur’s was a seer, but did that fall under the category of magic?

Azaya had tried this once before, nearly killing herself, and Marz along with her. What if the mage in question was able to draw from Marz without losing control, then what? He would have access to all the power imaginable, and capable of unleashing the fiercest of spells capable of causing untold damage. Erlic would have to keep his senses alerted to any changes in Marz. Erlic would have to speak with Tristan in private to get all the details about where this might have happened, and why he believed that Marz’s magic had been toyed with. There were too many odd things happening at once, and they could cause the possible diversion for the mage wanting to toy with Marz’s power.

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