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K'erith grinned at Bastet "Hello." he then turned back to Kellendel, digging into his pouch, he brought forth a series of gold rings and bracelets, all adorned with various precious and semi-precious jewels. "These to your liking?" he asked "I believe a see a few sapphires and emeralds in there." he knew that old fools gold would come in handy some day.

Kellendel looked at the items, then back at the fellow. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sapphire the size of a golf ball. "I meant like this." He eyes fell onto a few of the rubies, he turned his head towards Nelphean Rain, "Should I?"

"I don't see why not, it's only a cleaving halberd. Give it to him." Rain laughed, silly people using inferior weapons.

"Ok, I guess I'll just give it to you. Since you are poor and all." Kellendel added the poor part with an emphasis. "Just give me a minute." He blinked out of existance, and appeared a moment later, holding a slightly decorative halberd, with a very keen edge. "Here, its only a minor weapon but it will do until you are rich. Then come see me, I'll make it better." The elf looked at Xail, "How long was I gone?"

"The better part of a second? Why?" Rain answered, as Xail was deep in thought.

"Oh, I spent a day making the halberd. Odd." Kellendel didn't give any mroe thought, and looked back at the party. "Oh, the shirkins, here have some spikes." He tosed the wrist clip to the table near K'erith. "Nine, as per tradition."

"Thank you kindly." he said, as much as the one named Rain as Kellendell. a little annoyed about the remark on his wealth. He shrugged it off, better not run his mouth off, might endanger his chance of purchasing anything else in the future. He looking intently at the Halberd, mere cleving halberd indeed, it was beautiful. One of the best he'd seen. The shiriken were the same, better than any he'd seen in Japan during his stay. He levitated the spikes up in the air for a minute, shot them at a a chair, stopping them an inch before they imbedded themselves. "Theyll do." he smiled wryly.

Wiedreich woke up in a far corner of the library, with little memory of what he had been doing several hours ago. There was an old book resting on his lap. It was entitled "making and breaking curses". Wiedreich flipped the book over to where, apparently, he had been reading. In old runic words was a mantra for breaking the curse of the most extreme possession. It could be a very dangerous spell if one was not possessed by thousands of spirits...but it was the only cure for the aforesaid curse. It banished the spirits by damaging the link that they had used to get into the body. Joe's original scars had been ripped out of his skin, and deeper bloody grooves made the same design as before. The new scars were quite deep; on his cheeks, just below the eyes, Wiedreich could feel the surface of his jawbone through the ripped up flesh. Joe felt better, knowing that the spell had removed the curse of the scar, and even though this scar was a deeper likeness of the first, it did not possess the same effects. Soon, it would heal.

Joe shelved the book and walked out, hiding a mess of sweat and blood under a stack of armor. He had once again banished the wizard from his body...but he could not let them enter again. He wished desperately that it has been a nightmare, but he shuddered as he recalled the lady in white and the terror and fear that no nightmare can cause.
She was still out there, somewhere. She was feeding the world's hunger for mystery, fear, and strange power, while keeping hidden from the masses, killing, and disappearing into the darkness just beyond the imagination and perceptions of human beings. She could only be imprisoned by one of much greater power. She would live, in one body or another, until the earth ran out of humans, or until somebody could imprison her.

Joe walked the halls quietly. He had narrowly avoided a fate worse than death, but he had lost everything. Now, he was weak and pitiful, like all other humans...or nearly so. All he had was his ambition to drive him. Wiedreich removed a dusty book from his pack, one he had not read for many hundreds of years. It was the religious book of his now extinct people. He knew that he would need its wisdom before the end, and no time was it more urgent than now. Wiedreich would make no mistakes. He would burn out the human evils which were within him and become a pure being.

Niah spun and stared at him. Her eyes flared and she looked him straight in the eyes. "You're not trying to replace me? Uet I remind you of your wife. Read the writing on the wall Elias! I'm not asking you to forget your wife. " She paused for a mometn adn then said. "I can't be with you if your still in love with her. There is not future if that's the case. It's as simple as that."

(hey my fault, din see that last blurb of green heh)

Cymarron's head tilted. two versions. one that tyler used, and then the one Ecara used. but Tyler seemed to agree with Ecara, so he used that version.

" Kay. Ell. Emm. Enn. Oh. Pee. We are doing good so far, yes? Tyler approves of how we make our sounds?"

He smiled at teh boy, and let him feel important, and needed. it also served to take his mind of that conversation between Elias and Nailah, both for the child and himself.

His ears had picked up the disturbance before his feelings found anything, he followed the noise, somewhat concerned. He could tell that the situation was... He remained in the shadows, but near enough that he could intervine if something were to get too violent. Nelphean considered his feelings, he really didn't like other males in this manor...

"Lets do this in an-" Nelphean was about to say orderly fasion, but no sooner did Bastet finish her thoughts as His family swarmed her. Taria and Sylphina ariving right after Aurora stood up and leaned against her. They gathered around Bastet, all talking at once, nothing really getting through. Aurora licked Bastet's cheek and backed away.

Ke'Nel managed to make his way to Bastet, and softly kissed her on the cheek. "Corellon's blessings and honour." He whispered into her ear, as he slowly shifted out of the crowd. Leaving the two daughters and the three friends.

Nelphean smiled at Bastet, "Warm greetings."