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Nailah laughed and pet Rasui. "Yes it was rather hilarious. I helped her though. We played with Clippy who was called all manner of fun names. It was a lot of fun." She poured herself another glass of wine. "I'm sorry would you like something? I mean I'm not sure what dragons eat but..." she trailed off. She could imagine what growing up with Idalla was like. But Niah liked both of them. A lot. She found herself at ease in their presence and she liked the feeling.

"Yes there is a lot of power around here. A lot of stranger beings as well. It's different but it's home." Niah said nodding. She picked up her dishes and placed them in the sink. "Well Calcryx I'm sorry to rush out on you but I have a lot of work to do and I really need to get it done. It was very nice to meet you though adn I look forward to more conversations much like this." That said Niah picked up her cat and walked out of the kitchen. She hurried to the library and once again began to try and figure out all her different spells.

((*sigh* stupid tests...but i too must go...night...))

Someone just passed through, Calcryx determined as if it was a great mystery solved. The evidence was more than clear, an open door, vague muddy footprints and the familiar scent of an elf. Yes, groundbreaking work hed done on this night. But one thing did stick out that only he (so he believed) would notice. The scent of one elf was acompanied by a burning, very faint and not like scorched flesh, but just singed and barely noticable to any who couldnt recognize fire's effects. From what Idalla had told him of a sword, he had to check, and headed up the hall to Azaireal's room, knocking on it carefully. "Hey elf, you asleep?"

"Damn!"
Vik kicked the door to his room in frustration, but it didn't budge. No matter how many times he tried, it just wouldn't open. He shook the handle furiously before giving up alltogether. "Well, at least they didn't give it away." he thought. He knew Aura would be very displeased if he kicked down one of her doors so he decided to go find some temporary residence until someone could unlock it. The library was out of the question; his neck was already sore from sleeping against an armrest. He had walked halfway down the hall when he noticed a faint humming coming from his pocket. He reached his hand in there and pulled out a small glowing orb, the spirits of the Sequence and the only thing that remained of his brother's beloved sword. He had almost forgotten about this, he had never took the time to examine it carefully. 13 different colored swirls danced around inside the orb, batheing Vik's hand in a multi-colored light. He could feel the presence of the spirits againts his palm. He was still confused about using it, but one thing he was sure about. It is too important of an item to lose.
"Let's see..." he thought, "I don't think I can summon it anymore, since it's no longer a blade. Carrying it around in my pocket probably isn't such a good idea. I might drop it."
He decided that the best thing to do was to hang it from his neck. But how? Vik rolled the ball around in his hand. He didn't see any clips or holes for strings. Drilling a hole was also a bad idea, since there was a risk of it damaging the spirits. The only option was to form a metal cage around it and suspend it from that. The materials to do this were pretty easy to find and he had some tools in his vault. This shouldn't be so hard.

Ten minutes later, he was seated in the library. He cleared off a spot on a desk and spread out his materials. Luckily, he still had his vault key and easily retrieved the tools in his vault. He then stole a few spoons from the kitchen and melted them down to form the glue. He then shaved off some bits of metal from a bar of iron he found lying around, each shaving being about 1/2 centimeter in diameter. "Ok." he said to himself, "Remember what Uncle Joel told you about forging." He wrapped some shavings around the crystal as tight as he could and started hammering them into place. Each swing made a loud clang that could be heard anywhere in the room and from the hall.

Vik looked up from his work. "Just great," he thought, shoving the unfinished crystal into his pocket, "Yet another resident for Archaic Manor. Well, since no one else is around, I guess I should take up the role of tour guide."
He pushed back his chair and walked out of the library. As he entered the main hall, he expected to see just another rain-soaked individual. Except, a familiar face met him. "Dagan?" Vik walked in for a closer look. It was him. Ryo's son! "What's up man!" He said, punching him in the arm. "Haven't seen you around in a while. How you been?"

"Let's see. After getting kidnapped, pummeled, disected, and imprisoned, do you think I'm 'ok'. Actually, yeah, I am." he said, laughing a bit. "I just showed up here about a week ago. They found me collapsed on the front door. The funny thing is, I was lying there for a while, it's a wonder why they took so long. So where's your dad? Haven't seen him around either."

Niah blinked and looked around the library rubbing her eyes. She must have fallen asleep. Dammit. At this rate she was never going to get her work done. She sighed and opened the book back up. This was really getting on her nerves. She could remember most of the potions she had made over the years. Hell she had made a living off it for quite some time. Ah those days. The A.N. days I should call them. A time of healing but tears as well. She sighed and pulled herself from her memories. Memories that she didn't want to revisit. She turned back to the book in front of her and began to scribble furiously.