When Melissa is speaking to Scolo, she will notice that he seems ... Different.
His beard is trimmed in clean lines, his eyes meet hers regularly as he listens thoughtfully.
And he smirks just a little at the animal nature comment holding back from making a joke. He is not wearing his hat, it is tucked neatly into his belt and his hair is longer in the back but held in a ponytail today.

Be careful, some of us yokels really enjoy the countryside, and the benefits of small town living.
He says with a smile.

He thinks about Mestanon, missing it. He thinks about the boy, Cadmus, and others of his town. How are they faring with their wizard gone away? Were they treated well as refugees. Has his tower stood? Is that silly Mephit still watching over the place? Scolo wonders for just a moment his face tense at the ideas and uncertainty, he should have done more for them ... then he nods to Melissa,
Yes, I suppose we should hide you, Edgar. Would you like to stay with me or relax at the camp?
Very well.

Edgar slips into Scolo's backpack. The wizard has the urge to use magic, make Edgar invisible. But he resists. It feels so good to be normal, he wants to enjoy it for the full day. But something is nagging at him, a deeper feeling as if he is secretly guilty of an undiscovered crime. He buries this feeling.

C'mon then Madame, lets see what they have to eat and we can talk for a bit while the army dallies.

He follows the leadership into the inn and as they speak with the patron, Scolo seeks out a cook.

Good afternoon! Your sign outside is quite intriguing, though I am neither elf nor dwarf, I do enjoy eclectic fare, Ill even help out in exchange for some ideas since you may have a busy crowd today.
My name is Scolo, chef of Mestanon.
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Theoderic is astonished to learn that another army has already intervened to defend the Elves against the Huns.  The Alps Elves were expected.  But the Dwarves?  How did they… He recalls Ovo mentioning some assistance from the Dwarven Kingdom, but not even Ovo knew just what that would entail.  And now, a Human army.. no doubt recruited from Burgundy.  Even though Burgundy was “officially” at peace with the Huns, it was well known that the Huns were hated by the Burgundians.

”It doesn’t change my intentions,” he says.  “If they are ahead of us, they may still need our help.  We don’t know what the Huns have thrown against the Elves in this region.  We shall catch up.”

He inquires about the road ahead.  There is snow, of course, and it will slow things down, but it is still early in the winter and the snow is not enough to stop people yet, at least not according to those here with some experience.  So Theoderic decides to make this another short stop.  Dinner, sleep… and they will move out in the morning.

They learn a bit more about what's going on.  There were about two hundred Elves of Aelasuria's people with the force that passed this way.  They were led by an Elven woman whom Aelasuria would know as the head of the Anneci family, an important clan with a fortress at a mountain lake that guards the eastern approach to her home.  The Anneci's are reliable friends of her family.  They are linked by enough marriages so that they are relatives, more or less.

While the group prepares to move again, the other Unicorns catch up.  Now they are up to six, but still only two riders.

Spica speaks to them, they have a Unicorn reunion on the outskirts of the little village, and then she reports back. "Unicorn riders.. this is Marisol and Procyon's doing.  They are choosing and training a new group, like there was in the old days, but these two are the only two they think are ready.  They did well in the fight with the Iron warrior."

* * * * * * *

Scolo’s change is noticed.  Melissa is surprised, and uses it as an excuse to introduce Scolo around, as if she is showing him off for the first time.

”I don’t know how you’re doing this,” she confides, “but it’s good.  Normally, people are just weirded out by you.”

She points at Edgar.  “And always, by him.
As small and rustic and remote as Longus is, Melissa is eager for a chance to be in a “normal” place:  No war, no Huns, no Blackguards… just a place.  A sleepy little village along a mountain river, with a tavern perched above it.

”When I was… um… studying Theoderic, I never got here,” she says.  “From what I learned later, it would have been helpful.  To my mission.  At the time.  Not to Theoderic.  You understand.  Right?”

Aelasuria is happy to order a few elvish style foods eager to see if they truly had captured the essence of her peoples cooking. She's less bold though curious about dwarvish cuisine after all. Ovo would be back sooner or later and a little skill at making something that reminds him of home might warm his heart.

Aelsuria also notices that Scolo seems to not be his usual self. Although in a good way since he seems to be eloquently spoken, focused and strangely enough not unsane. Gently taking his hands she smiles at Scolo. "Your a chef? Please by all means prepare something if you wish. I would like it if you, Melissa and the others could join us for dinner." Which no doubt they would all enjoy!

When Spica arrives Aelasuria gently hugs her Unicorn companion. Greeting the riders she welcomes them to join them for dinner as well. She takes the time to Groom Marisol coming her tail, main and coat. Massaging her legs and tending to her hooves if it's needed. Being a unicorn and magical she had a feeling Spica wasn't subject to the same needs as a horse or other mounts. Still she cares and the habits of caring for her companion would be hard to break.

Talking with Theo and the others. "The Anneci family is a important clan that has strong ties to my Family. They are very good friends, actually they in essence are relatives due to so many marriages over time. They have a fortress Theo at a mountain lake and the view is truly beautiful. Some day we should visit them just to see that view. That fortress guards the eastern approach to my home. Won't Ovo be surprised when he hears how strong the Dwarf army is that has come to do battle with the Huns."

She speaks softly and privately to Melissa. "If you have a lovely dress for dinner settings perhaps you should wear it. Let people see that side of you and for once you can simply relax and enjoy dinner with all of us."


OOC: Out of curiosity would the a dish like Italian pasta/spaghetti be possible? I figure it's a very old dish and maybe if it doesn't exist Scolo could invent it. ^_~  About when did spaghetti get introduced? lol there is a brain teaser for you.

Yes, madame, scolo says to the Queen.
Understandably as friendly as the cook is she is likely wary of the stranger in a frock and begs him off with some nice words and empty promises. Scolo is gracious and understanding and after a short chat regarding war bread and earth beer he goes as toted by Melissa.
He promises to cook again when they are encamped.



Ill explain in a moment. the wizard wonders just how much he is willing to say, there are some things of course he would leave unsaid.



"Of course my dear." Scolo is torn - he really likes Melissa, but he hates that everytime he works with others he is assigned a babysitter. And for such a lovely and interesting person to be stuck watching him like a baby is adding insult to injury.

"You know, it is sweet that you are helping me ... and I like you ... Very much.
It's just that, you are your own person, I have survived with my condition for 10 years. I just want you to know uh..."

He pauses, not exactly sure what he wanted to say, he doesn't want to get rid of her but someday he will probably disappear, leave to seek his own freedom. Or to run. But not today. Scolo smiles.

How do I do it? Yes I'll tell you my secrets Madame. Maybe someday you'll tell me yours? First I will write a note - I need to make sure I talk with the king today. I want to make my arrangement with him explicit.

Scolo takes out a magical paper, written on the top is 'To do list' underneath is a long series of words sentences doodles and little moving pictures. Looking at the list makes all of these lines move around fade and grow stronger showing Scolo notes he has made to be read. Then a blank space is available and he writes.

Must strike a contract with King Theo - contact self if needed.

He looks at Melissa, perhaps he should be sane more often, he is already starting to feel the itch - it always bothers him. But for her sake he writes also.

Contact self MWFS - if unsure do it now

He explains to her about his to do list and his scale of sanity. Scolo's condition is a product of his magic. It is random and when he wakes up he can be at any level of attachment to reality. He is trained to always test it with the scale, and the scale magically is understandable to him at any level of chaos. When he is more chaotic he feels compelled to read his list more and it shows him things like Fire is hot or Wipe after Poo. But he has all sorts of things written, for himself at any state sometime it seems as if things appear on the to do list that cause him to make small actions that don't seem to do anything, but he has learned to always trust what he has put in the list. He shows some of the notes, there are little moving cartoons and diagrams with some that relate to spells, there are lines crosses through many.

One item is marked Melissa - it says "free her, but don't trust her - keep a spell in case" it's crossed out and says Trust with a little swirling circle around it.

He goes back further and there are notes about people in the town, Scolo frowns looking at notes on people he doesn't have responsibility for anymore. There is a little picture of a rabbit in armor. Scolo smiles -
"That's Peter" he says. "you never know with smaller creatures, Peter is a rather bright bunny, bright enough to control quickiron, now what would a rabbit do with the power to make anything? This! This is the wonder of chaos, he is armored several foxes have bitten him only to get a spike of quickiron and Peters Babies are populating the Forrest. What will happen in a hundred generations? With just this one piece of metal being taken and manipulated by only the brightest most thoughtful bunnies? I tell you, it's made me a fan.

I've been considering the idea of spreading quickiron around some more. There are other wonders in the land of chaos but this is by far the most practical."

Scolo flips back through more items and several scholastic reminders are there like "Use Ptolemy to show effects of random distribution" and a little image of symbols on a chalkboard or "Exams on Thursday."  Then there is an item that appears out of nowhere, Scolo's eyes grow wide, it says "Don't Help Diseati with structural derangement experiment."
It is in red and crossed out and circled and scribbled over in color and anger. Scolo stares at it, deep and horrible regret welling up in him. His entire being seems different and he seems ready to explode darkness begins to surround him, then the item changes to one he just wrote.

Must strike a contract with King Theo - contact self if needed.

Scolo takes a deep breath, closing his eyes - sometimes he prefers it when sanity is far away.

I should eh... Go talk to the King - before it's too late.

He seeks out Theo
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Apparently the staff at the Longus House, the big wooden tavern stretched along the ridge overlooking the Chiers river, have learned a few things about Elven cooking.  Not a lot, but they are trying.  They know the Ardennes Elves eat a lot of vegetables, and they have a big “Elven Stew” that is mostly cabbage and onions.  It’s not that accurate a copy of Elven recipies, but they are trying.

A place like this does not have a large menu- there are a few choices, a few “dishes of the day” and that’s that.  The “Dwarven specialty” is hard cheese, hard bread, and a hard sausage.  (Dwarves like their food to be “structurally sound”.  Soup is the only exception.)

When Aelasuria takes time to take care of Spica, the other Unicorn riders copy everything she does.

Spica explains, “Marisol told them that.  Whatever you do, they are supposed to do.”

There are two Unicorn Riders.  One is and Elf and one a Human.  The Human is a young woman with short hair and a strong “farm girl” look.  She is confused for a moment- Marisol and Procyon said nothing about “how to take care of Unicorns”.  But it looks important.  Why did they skip it?

And then she realizes:  “But there are six unicorns and only three of us!”

* * * * *

Melissa does not really know what to say to Aelasuria’s complements and invitation.  It’s been her life experience that people who say things like that want something from you.  But she has no idea what.  She looks puzzled.

Scolo, though, is much easier to understand, precisely because there is no real understanding him, and she accepts that.  He just is.  No ulterior motives, no clever agenda.  A lot of weird stuff… but it can be fun, in a way.  And the way he explains it, it almost makes sense.  Briefly, she wonders if Scolo would consider taking up entertaining.

Theoderic is never far- he's using the common room of the Longus House as a sort of temporary overnight command post.  There's not much to do, though.  Most of his force is not here.

*****

Most of the troops who came on the Swan Boats were from Lucimburic. Now, they are close to home.  They actually like it when Theoderic tells them that no, they will not be waiting here for the rest of the troops, they will continue forging ahead

The wizard, finding that the King is available approaches through the Longroom door.

"Good Afternoon, Your Majesty"

Scolo waits to be acknowledged by the King.

"Sire, First I would like to say thank you. Thank you for defending me both from the Emperor's goblins, and from the adventurer's sent by the University for my assassination.

Thank you for the freedom and trust you have given me, without cause, even insofar as working with your Queen to be. Many would be righteous who would keep me at arms distance. I do appreciate the Queen's kindness, and her talent in magic.

Finally, thank you for referring my .. eh, the people of Mestanon to be refugees under your protection."

start with three nice things when negotiating, Scolo read from his To do list before stepping in.

"Sire, you brought me with you for a purpose, and you have gained somewhat from my assistance. But we never did make explicit our bargain, understandably I was not in a propper state of mind."

Scolo pauses, allowing the obvious to sink in, that he IS in a propper state of mind today.

Suffice it to say, Sire - that there are times, though rare they have become without the aid of magic, when I can still reason and enter into agreement with a mind temporarily sound enough.

And there are methods I can use to bind myself to an agreement, even when my ... state of mind ... is changing.

Scolo quickly answers the obvious question "Wont you break any bargain when your nuts?"

I want to know, if my participation

Scolo tries to be careful

is connected to a debt, payment or service in return, or completely free and unfettered.

Now I must tell him what I want, yes, what would I ask of the King ... something he wants to give of course.

I am seeking a just disposition for the people of Mestanon for their sacrifice. That they may return to their lives, and if they wish, that they may keep their wizard and we go on much as we have unhindered.

Do you intend to take Mestanon as part of your domain?

If not, is there a place for us with roads to trade but otherwise apart from the bustle and dangers of cities?

She was slightly disappointed that they didn't have true elvish cooking available. However she understands and appreciates that they are indeed trying. Aelasuria takes a little time to talk with as well as help them prepare a few dishes should they be interested in doing so. She's perfectly happy to help them. With the Dwavish food she changes her mind realizing that it would give anyone that tried to eat it quite the chewing work out.

Listening to Spica Aelasuria smiles glancing over at the other Unicorn riders. "Oh I see." Smiling warmly at the young woman with a gentle and friendly tone she explains things a little. "When I care for Spica or Marisol like this it's a expression of my love for them. Unicorns are magical and because of that magic technically they don't need grooming like a mortal horse. While we can care for all six Unicorns if we desire it's best to ask permission first. If you are not that Unicorns rider I can't be sure if they will want us to care for them like that."

Needless to say Aelasuria inquires if the other Unicorns wish to be cared for or not. If they actually desire the attention she will happily tend to them likely with the assitance of the other two riders. "My name is Aelasuria could you both please remind me of yours?" She was certain at some point their names had been mentioned. Unfortinatly she couldn't seem to recall their names! "Would the two of you like to join Theo and I for dinner?"

OOC: No need to role play the dinner. It just makes sense to invite them.

With Melissa when she see's that she is confused Aelasuria pauses. "Mellissa you look puzzled is everything all right?"

In due time Aelasuria Joins Theo possibly listening to Scolo if she arrives in time. Possibly not due to prior activities.

OOC:Not sure if Scolo wanted private time to talk with just Theo or not. Plus it takes time to share recipies and groom Unicorns. Though she is around Theo more often then not. Up to you Ben if Aelasuria is there or not. I just plan on Aelasuria joining Theo when she gets there.

Riordeg was a little dazed just watching Rita's activity in Raviniacum. He found it hard to believe one person could check up on so many details in such a short space of time. As an army quartermaster she would be an absolute legend amongst the troops!

He helped out wherever he could, in-between his duties, and was the one 'volunteered' to finally drag her away as the army moved on.

Arriving at Longus, he waited until the troop dispositions were sorted before seeking her out again. "How are you doing, Bright Eyes? I wondered if you would like to go for a walk after dinner, if your duties allow?"

OOC: Backtracking a bit

Rita is thrilled to be back in Raviniacum, even if she has only a very short time to see the children. She does her best to get to all of them, including the ones adopted by families or serving as apprentices to families. If possible, she gathers them together so she can talk to them all at once.

As she talks to them, she looks carefully to see whether any appear troubled or ill or just look like they need to talk.

"I know it must feel like I've abandoned you, but please believe me when I say I have not. Being from Lutetia Parisiorum, you know the extent of the evil we are facing. Thanks to the skills and genius of King Theoderic and Lord Gellas and the army they have assembled, we have actually been winning battles against the Huns and against the demons they serve. Where there is battle, there is need for healing, and that is why I am needed--to provide that healing."

She briefly tells them of the battles of the last few months, focusing on the triumphs and bravery of Theoderic's army, especially of people they know personally. Not surprisingly, she speaks a lot about Riordeg's heroism.

She also makes sure every one of the children has the winter supplies they need--warm clothing, coats, hats, gloves, and boots.

Given that the emperor has forbidden solstice celebrations in Lutetia Parisiorum, it is likely the children do not remember much of the significance of the holiday. Rita gives them a lesson on the significance and solemnity of the festival in the time she has.

"More than anything, I wish I could spend it with all of you. But even though I won't be here, I want all of you to have this celebration, to fully take part in it in a way you hadn't been able to do back in Lutetia Parisiorum."

Riordeg is probably the only person who can get her away from the children and back to Theoderic's group.

As they travel to Longus, Rita sees the additional unicorns, trying to recall whether these were the ones who transported her and Aelasuria and several others to Entherin's presence last June. The very fact that they are here fills her with hope.

Without being obvious or prying, she also watches Melissa interact with Scolo. The former blackguard seems to have found a new purpose. Rita cannot even begin to understand Scolo, yet she knows Melissa's friendship with him is a positive development.

During the trip, she approaches Melissa when Scolo is busy trading spells with Aelasuria.

"If there is anything you want to talk about, I just want you to know I am always here to listen," she says. "I admit I don't really understand Scolo, but I think the two of you are good for each other, and I'm glad you've found a friend here. Don't think I haven't noticed your contributions to the latest battles we've faced."

Rita has been in Longus before, but back then, they did not offer elven or dwarven cooking. She tries the elven stew, which is good even if it isn't quite what is served in the Ardennes or Geneva. The dwarven food she avoids, as everything seems too tough.

"I would love to go for a walk after dinner," she answers Riordeg, looking forward to the two of them spending some time alone. "I miss the children," she says, smiling wistfully. "But you already know that. This is such a special time of year, and I hate having to be away from them for it. Considering the way the emperor outlawed solstice celebrations in Lutetia Parisioru, they have few memories of such celebrations or even understanding of them.

I love it when you call me 'Bright Eyes,'" she tells Riordeg, her face lighting up with happiness.

And now, a long-ish post that explores some campaign history:

Aelasuria talks to the new Unicorn Riders, about how they came to be in this service, and the whole tradition before them…

Unicorns are very rare creatures.  They are less numerous than Dragons.  In the entire continent of Europa, their numbers are only in the hundreds.  The Ardennes has more of them than any place Marisol ever saw, and even there, there are only about fifty.  But they have achieved a special place and importance, far outweighing their small numbers.   They are appointed by the gods who created them to be the worldly embodiment of Good; they are mighty fighters but their true strength is their ability to undo poison and pestilence.  They are few, so that they would serve mostly as examples, not as rulers.

They chose to live in places of beauty and magic- the deep Sylvan forests, mostly.  They learned to love these places deeply, and centuries ago, the Unicorns learned to choose those who would help their causes and defend what they loved.  Because of the nature of the Unicorn’s magic these were always maidens, and they became Unicorn Riders, giving up their ordinary lives for lives of service and noble causes, generally centered on the Unicorn’s forest.  They were never many, for it was an uncommon choice for both the maiden and the Unicorn.  While the Unicorn population has been in the hundreds, Unicorn riders never more than a few dozen, and lately, much less.

In fact, in all of the Ardennes, Procyon knew of no others.  There had been Riders, only half a century ago.  It was a time of war.  Procyon, generally regarded as the foremost of the Unicorns of the Ardennes, put a stop to the practice after the war, because there had been such terrible loss, with both Unicorns and Riders dying.  It was something he wanted no part of again, and he wished to spare other Unicorns the pain of suffering the loss of their companion.  His own mate was one of the dead.  Unicorns love purely, but the cost of pure love is pure grief, when love ends in tragedy.

For half a century there were no Unicorn Riders in the Ardennes, despite their being some fifty Unicorns.  And then came Marisol.

Marisol was a strange mix of old-school style and revolutionary new ways.  She had taken a Rider because the Unicorns she knew did.  But like no other Unicorn would dare, she journeyed- openly- across the lands of Humans.    Marisol changed Procyon’s mind about a lot of things.

While Theoderic and Aelasuria were away conducting the opening moves of the war, Marisol and Procyon gathered volunteers- Human, Elven, and of course Unicorn.  They selected, they trained, they taught.  Many of the volunteers quit.  Many found that the Unicorns asked too much of them.  But by December, two months after they had begun, they had two Riders ready to go.

Talitha Fernshade came from an Elven family that other Elves would regard as “poor”.   Most Humans would be surprised to learn that there are Elves who live simple lives and have few possessions.  Of course, the Elven poor tend to be much better off than the Human poor, because they can provide for themselves from the rich bounty of the forest.  But those of the Fernshade clan have little more than their simple homes and the clothes they wear.  They are hunters and gatherers who live off the forest.  Talitha had encountered Unicorns many times while collecting wild edibles, and the Unicorns recruited her because wealth means nothing to them- spirit is everything.

Bertrada Cados is a Human daughter of a large family in Sedanensis, one of the towns in Theoderic’s Realm.  Her two older brothers went off to fight as warriors in Theoderic’s army, but despite her being of strong, tough build for a girl, her family opposed her joining them.  The cavalry is no place for a girl, they said.  But she had different ideas, and when she heard of young women being “interviewed” by Unicorns… well, Theoderic’s cavalry might be no place for a girl, but they can’t say that about Unicorn Riders, now can they?  She eagerly went off to join them.


* * * * * * *

Scolo, meanwhile, catches the king at an opportune moment, when Aelasuria is out with the Unicorns.

It’s clear what Scolo is proposing.  It’s also dangerous.

Mestenon is close to the seat of power of the Emperor of the Huns- Lutetia Parisiorum.  Lutetia Parisiorum may seem an odd choice for the Huns.  It lies deep in Gaul, part of the “invasion corridor” the Huns carved out all the way from Germania.  But it was the Emperor’s vision:  create a capital in their heartland, and the people there would see the obvious Hun superiority, and submit quickly.  And so it is, with Mestenon being close by, east of Lutetia Parisiorum, west of another Hun conquest: Carnotum.  The fact that Mestenon isn’t directly controlled by the Huns is mostly due to its location in the Yvelines forest.  The Yveline may be small as Fey Forests go, but it still has old magic that makes Mestenon too much of a bother.

It also made an ideal place for a wizard’s lair.  In fact, Scolo did not build the Tilted Tower there.  It was the laboratory of a prior wizard, Leonos Chatelet, but he had passed on some eighty years prior, and had left some spells “active”, and the accumulating magical resonance eventually had strange effects on the building.   It was some of Leonos’s notes that inspired a young Scolo.

There are wizards who cast spells, and there are “research” wizards who study magic itself and develop new spells.  Scolo is one of the latter, and they have always considered themselves “more wizardly” than the former.  Like any good artisan, a “research wizard” slowly and passionately accumulates his tools.   He acquires a  this or a that, combing through the exotic goods of traveling merchants, presenting potters, smiths and glass blowers with strange new designs based on his latest requirements.  Years of work have been left at the Tilted Tower.

And yet, it is the people of the village Scolo asks about…

For a moment Theoderic wonders… perhaps he knows me too well.  Perhaps Melissa told him how to frame a request I cannot deny…

He doesn’t have to think long before replying.  “Scolo, assuming we get through this alive, and as of now I have no reason to believe we will not, we will find a way.  Mestenon is in land accorded by brother Clothaire under my father’s will but occupied by the Huns.  I have no wish to make it mine.  But your folk… we’ll find a way.  We got you out from under the Huns’ ugly noses, we can get them as well.“


* * * * * * *

Both Aelasuria and Rita seem concerned with Melissa, and she is flattered by the concern.. though all her old instincts tell her also to be a little suspicious.

"Rita," she says, "you have a young man who would rather have you concerned about him than me.  And Aelasuria... I do own some nice dresses.  I was lucky when Rita and Riordeg took me into custody- most people would simply sell off my nice things, but everything ended up in a box lashed to the top of the wagon.  But I cannot yet put myself in a mood to be relaxed enough to wear them.  Maybe.  Some time.  We shall see what lies ahead."

Aelasuria takes the time to get to know the unicorn riders. There would be a good chance they could end up working together on something important! She's happy for the Bertrada Cados knowing that she needed to pursue the life course that would make her happy. She also catches up Talitha Gernshade learning about her family and the elf maiden personally.

Later with Melissa Aelasuria's eyes soften with a gentle expression. As much as she would like to welcome Melissa so spend more time with them and relax she accepts her feelings.  "I understand. Please take your time Melissa and feel free to ask me when your ready."

Smiling at Rita Aelasuria continues softly. "I admit we don't often get quiet times. Riordeg no doubt is looking forward to seeing you."

Scolo nods to the king.
That's just right, so lets be very clear so it is clear even when I am not. I will write this down ...
Scolo takes out his To Do List. He causes his entry about making a deal to pop up. And stars it writing underneath in gentle flowing script.

"The Wizard Scolo's Pact with Theoderic, King

Scolo, Wizard of Mestanon will serve Theoderic King in the Ardennes campaign against the Hun Emperor's armies.
If Theoderic or any heir of his survives this campaign, it is agreed that the people of Mestanon be allowed autonomy within a suitable town or dwelling place within Theoderics Kingdom. They may all return to thier property in Mestanon when the land around it is returned to the Kings brother, Clothaire, or his heirs, or any ally of Theoderic, King. "

There, your majesty is most generous. Does this approximate our agreement, Sire?

The wizard holds his parchment so that Theoderic can read it.

Is there anything you wish to ask or tell me, while I am ... Here?

When their business is done, Scolo returns to Melissa or, if she is busy with the other women, he walks alone with his thoughts.

Scolo and Theoderic reach an agreement, and both call it a night.

Longus is a pleasant, familiar place, but it is just a stop over.  There is a Hun army, days away.  They move out quickly in the morning.   Theoderic’s army is down to a fraction of its former size, but the ones left are mostly Lycanthropes, and some of Theoderic’s better warriors- without their horses.  And, of course, the Unicorns, who were able to keep up easily.

On a cool and misty morning they walk to the nearby Lucimburic border outpost, two hours away, near the Lucimburic hamlet of Rado.
Like his predecessors, Duke Barstow considered the border near Longus to be the safest of Lucimburic’s borders.  The guards stationed here were rarely his front fighters, (although from time to time, they were, as Barstow liked to rotate his people around.)

The guards are very excited to see the returning Lucimburic troops.  A few faces are familiar (Lucimburic is not that big of a place) and there are happy greetings, and exchanges of news.

And it turns out, Theoderic was expected.  One of the Werefolk at the border here is a handsome, graceful looking young man with short, dense white hair on his head.  On closer inspection, they see it is not hair, but fine white feathers, and they continue down his long neck, onto his shoulders and back.

He is a Wereswan,  in fact, a few of the party may remember Cyrol, one of Duke Barstow’s messengers.

It is no coincidence that he is here, he explains.  The Duke was informed, by way of Lucimburic’s Elven Mission, that Theoderic was on the way.  Cyrol was sent out to watch.

Durring the night, Scolo's mind wanders with his feet, he feels lost and uncertain as the itch gets worse and his memories well up inside. He finally can't take anymore of the itch and casts his magic in the night, lightning, sparks and stars are wasted as he expends excess energy making freakish moles and summoning magic eating algazars.

He wishes he had walked with someone, to talk about his feelings, or actually to not talk. He hates sanity, days like this the only thing he needs is magic and it is so hard to come by when he is busy thinking about his past.

Expended, Scolo makes his way to his bed, he writes a few more notes and fitfully, finally .. sleeps.

In the morning the wizard wakes, he sits up with a start and runs out into the cold air to check on the last few stars in the sky.

No Venus!

He says, then he looks at his feet in the snow, tilts his head to the left wiggling his toes.

Hmmm ....

He goes inside and begins his sanity scale.

Oooh that's nice. who wants waffles?

The wizard, feeling better, makes waffles.
*******
When they reach the boarder and the ware swan Scolo says.

Ooooh, Hello.

He looks down at his to do list, flapping in his pocket. After reading it.

Do you, do you know Horthello? It seems rather fungus that I meet him soon, but not yet, no no there's a battle next.
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Scolo is in luck.  Cyrol knows Horthello.  At least, knows of him.

“The curmudgeonly librarian of the Wereowls?” Cyrol asks.  “Certainly I do.  He's quite an.. well, he's an interesting old bird.  You can probably find him at the Tower of High Arts in Lucimburic.*  You have a strange way of speaking... “

“It's just his way, that's all,” Melissa says somewhat suddenly and defensively.

“I meant nothing by it,” Cyrol says.

“Well it doesn't need pointing out,” Melissa says.  “Maybe he's from another land, and doesn't know all the words here.”

She gives Scolo a reassuring kind of pat... a "don't worry, I know you're still in there" pat.

Meanwhile, Cyrol speaks to Theoderic, who has the obvious questions.

Cyrol explains that "Heolstor's Army" has already gone east to fight the invading Huns.  There isn't much actual news from the forests- the Elven Fifth and Sixth wards that make up the east side of the Kingdom of the Ardennes are the wildest of the Marks.  Even the Elves don't know what's going on out there, half the time.


*Those who know Lucimburic know that the Wereowls are quite literal about this.  Their building is the Tower of High Arts.  The arts are “high” because they are practiced up in the tower, of course.  Otherwise they would be Low Arts.  Some have asked, were the  Wereowl arts “High” before the tower?   Well of course... but then, the Wereowls developed their magic up in a tree.  Why such a desire for heights?  Unlike Wereswans, the Wereowl lycanthropes can fly in their hybrid forms.  Most flying were-folk cannot.  They learned long ago that in heights, there is privacy.

Riordeg hasn't had a lot of interaction with Melissa since she was taken into custody, and even less with Scolo. At her instinctive defense of him before Cyrol he raises an eyebrow, but forbears from making a comment.

He's concerned that Heolstor's army hasn't been heard of since they left. How are they to meet up with them if they don't know where they are? On foot and without the centaurs it's not going to be easy to catch up to them unless they've left a clear trail.

He asks Theoderic, "My king, do you want us to send out scouts to try and pick up their line of march?"

"Theo will we be calling on Duke Barstow and his wife briefly while we are here? Or will we be making haste to reach the front? If the Huns fall there I think the army is going to be far larger should the two be able to join. Or not if their presence is demanded elsewhere." She knows that now that Helostar's army is involved Theo might change his plans a bit on when and where he wants to be. While she would be perfectly happy to see the were-couple again she wasn't going to push for it if there were other pressing needs.

"Horthello might have news the wereowls have both magic and the power of flight. I think it prudent to visit him and see what he has to say. Regarding quick iron, news of the front or other matters." She was also curious to see how things went with Scolo and Horthello. The Quick iron they had recovered from the Iron soldiers could be very useful indeed if they mastered it.

Scolo smiles at Cyrol, .... It's a smile that lasts just a few seconds too long but while perhaps awkward shows no mal intent he seems comforted by Melissa and says something quietly when she touches his shoulder. It sounds like "roasted chestnuts".

Another voice pipes up from Scolo though he is not speaking and he does not seem surprised.

Thank you kind Sir, please disregard the oddities of the wizard Scolo, his intentions are for the best.
How far is the tower?

- Madam, do you think it possible for us to make a stop here before continuing? If the army does not stop, we can in all likelihood catch up with the Wizards magic.

The wizard nods at this, looking to the queen.

Yes, ... Pearhaps the Riverlight said Horthello may have interest in our stuff, and aid can be exchanged.

The wizard looks far off as something seems to glint on the horrizon, he wonders for a moment until a gentle whisper in his ear brings him back. In the discussion he certainly seems aware of all that's going on, he fidgets occasionally making little magic flowers in his hand to stay focussed on what is said.

Rita does her best to become acquainted with the two new unicorn riders, the elf Talitha Fernshade and the human Bertrada Cados.

“I am Rita Duronus, from Raviniacum, originally from Arras,” she introduces herself, hoping they won’t be frightened by the presence of a cleric of Pluto. “I serve Lord Pluto and Lady Proserpina. Aelasuria and I are good friends. I met her before she became a unicorn rider,” she adds.

“If there is anything I can do for either one of you, please let me know. You need only ask,” she offers.

Scolo and Edgar are a complete mystery to her. She would love to learn more about both of them. At times, Scolo seemed like two very different people, and it was hard to determine a good time for conversation. There were plenty of times she could not make heads or tails of anything he said.

But Theoderic trusts him, she often reminds herself. That is enough for her, even if she has no idea what he is really about. She feels the same way about the quickiron, which she avoids touching. For all she knows, someone who doesn’t know what they are doing could end up doing more harm than good with it.

Rita smiles when Melissa comments about her having a young man who would much rather be the focus of her attention than Melissa does.

“That is true, but he understands that I have taken responsibility for your spiritual well being, and I take such things very seriously. I have no intention of following you around or constantly keeping tabs on you, but I do want to be here for you if you need anything.

It is King Theoderic you should thank for not selling your belongings. Not that Riordeg and I ever considered doing that—we never thought of it as our decision. I’m glad you’ve been allowed to keep your things. It’s just another chance for you to see that not everyone is like the people you’ve known most of your life.

When you’re ready, I’m sure we would all like to see you wearing one of your nice dresses,” she adds.

“As I’m looking forward to seeing him,” she later responds to Aelasuria regarding Riordeg. She and Riordeg try to spend as much time together as they can without compromising their responsibilities, enjoying a long walk in Longus after dinner.

Being back in Lucimburic is comforting. If we’re lucky, maybe we’ll get to spend the Solstice here, she thinks. She smiles when Melissa jumps to Scolo’s defense, happy to see the former blackguard’s protective, loyal side. At the same time, she notices Riordeg’s skeptical expression.

“Melissa has found a new purpose in her friendship with Scolo,” she whispers to Riordeg, making sure the wizard and his friend are not within hearing distance. “It is a good thing. She is showing she can put someone else’s well being before her own,” she explains.

She hopes Aelasuria is right, that they will have a chance to visit Duke Barstow and Lady Babette. Maybe because she first met them at Midsummer, she associates the duke and duchess of Lucimburic with festivity and celebration.

Meeting the wereowls would be fascinating, but Rita also remembers they usually don’t permit strangers in their tower. Even when they do, they are not very forthcoming in answering questions.

Still, it is possible they might have some news from Arras, especially if the Temple of Pluto has chosen a new High Priest.

"Oh, I do understand about Melissa." Riordeg replies to Rita. "I'm just wondering whether she herself was caught by surprise with her feelings. Her defense of him was rather quick, wasn't it? I think our Blackguard might well be softening a little." His gentle smile fades a little. "Of course, it will take a lot more than just one or two friends to change her heart, but it's a start, and I think it's a good start."

Rita discovers that of the two new Unicorn riders, one of them already knows who she is.

Bertrada Cados recalls Rita from when she traveled through her town the first time, as part of Theoderic’s party.  Bertrada was working, then, shaping wood to be used by the carpenters.  It wasn’t “girl work” in Sedanensis, but with her brothers off in training, her family wasn’t complaining- they needed the income.  Neither Aelasuria nor Rita nor anyone else took any notice of her then- she was just a non descript townsperson working, in a town known for carpentry.  But for Bertrada it was special.  That day was the first time she ever saw a Unicorn.  She describes how she watched the group pass, and how she felt, very enthusiastically and confidently.  The Elf girl, by contrast, is shy and quiet, and only smiles at Rita.

Theoderic looks in their direction when Riordeg mentions sending scouts.  “We are the scouts, Riordeg,” he says.  “Most of our troops are behind us.  As are our horses, since we could not bring most of them on the Elven boats.  I could send the Unicorns ahead…”

“You will not have to work hard to track the army you are following,” Cyrol says.  I have never seen so many Dwarves.”

The evidence is at everyone’s feet.  Bootprints in the ground, everywhere.  Following Heolstor will not be a problem.

“Of course we will visit with Barstow and Babette,” Theoderic says.  “I could not pass through this land without at least a courtesy call on our friends!  It would be a few hours, at most.  If we lose time we can always catch up.” 

 * * * * * *
Cyrol replies graciously to Scolo:  “From what I know of wizards, sir,  they are often odd.  Why does it seem the great intellects argue the most?  Would it not make more sense for the smartest of us to be more often in agreement?  Since they are not, what does that say about intelligence, really? Wizards are simply wizards.  It would be odd for them not to be odd.”

Cyrol does not look at Scolo at all strangely, and takes a quick glance at Alara.  She’s been in Lucimburic before, and is distinctive in appearance enough to be remembered.

Remembered, but like Alara before and Scolo now, not judged.  The people of Lucimburic include Werefolk of many kinds, and  they have long given up on judging anyone or anything by outward appearance or mannerisms.  It’s impractical here.  People in Lucimburic simply are what they are.
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Riordeg sighed at the thought that they were the scouts. "You really have to stop putting yourself in the front-line, cousin. I know you're more than capable, but we really do need you to try and stay alive for a few more years."

Looking at the well-beaten dwarven tracks, he notes sourly, "Even if we can follow them, trying to catch up with dwarves without horses will be an exercise in futility. I swear they must have iron for legs, the way they can keep going."

Cyrol resumes his swan form to travel back to Lucimburic, to report to the Duke about Theoderic's arrival.

The others keep moving east, along the now-familiar road to Lucimburic.  They know the landscape well- the little farming villages, and the mining and smelting villages that support the iron industry here, with the smoke curling above the big brick and and stone chimneys.  Small groups of local residents come out to see- travelers like this are always a novelty.

The Unicorns and Unicorn riders are getting used to being seen like this, but the Elf girl is still shy, and tries to disappear into her cloak.  Spica remarks that she as afraid of public attention as the Unicorns are... but she will have to get over it.  The Unicorns themselves always amaze and delight the locals, especially the children; a cluster of little Werebadgers, not more than seven or eight years old, runs forward to see them.

As they head east, the land gets hillier, and the settlements more numerous.

By the late afternoon the city of Lucimburic is in sight.  It is, like the much smaller village of Longus where they started, a curiously split level city.  Part of it stretches along a steep river valley.  Part of it.. and from the looks of it, the much better part.. rises on a plateau, with the river curling around it.  Even from a distance, the fortifications can be seen, and the roofs of the Ducal Palace.  Nearby is the very peculiar looking tower above the highest part of the plateau- it seems to alone, like there should be some other building with it, but there isn't.

A tower like that says "wizard" to Scolo, and Theoderic confirms it: That is the famous Tower of Higher Arts, where the highly intellectual Wereowls ponder the writings of the ancient scholars, the mysteries of the universe, and what to have for lunch.

Scolo has some challenges guiding the quickiron, it was one thing to joyride his biconnical speeder in the darkness round an elvin meadow but driving it along with hundreds of people on foot has been nearly impossible. Every eye turns toward it at some point and all that psychic energy makes it wobble, melt, bend, twist and sometimes totally transform, the toll on his mind for controlling it has been enormous and he is exhausted. He has found himself falling far behind and a good bit to the left of the army where he makes his contraption spin in circles, mainly this was to keep up momentum and avoid catching up to the others, but sometimes, forgetting that he just stares drooling. It is one of these times when he sees the Tower...
Hmmmm - wizard he thinks

The quickiron bicone wheel does a couple 360s and jumps a log.

Edgar returns, Scolo is still staring a part of his mind totally absorbed in maintaining momentum.

King Theoderic confirms, that is the famous Tower of Higher Arts, where the highly intellectual Wereowls ponder the blah blah blah, and what to have for lunch.

Of course Edgar does not say Blah blah blah, but that is what the wizard hears as he is not really paying attention.

Master? ...
Master? ...
Isn't that where we are going?

Do wareowls eat wareferrits, regular ferrits, or no ferrits at all?
It would be awkward if they cough up bones of a recent kill, but somewhat equally awkward to find only vegetarian nocturnal hunters...one could understand with bats of course, but not owls.

quizical look from the multipod.

Oh, lunch of course ... hmmmm ....

Edgar coughs as Scolo moved the quickiron more or less in a direction just a little off of towerly.

They wander a bit, trying not to get too close to the others, Scolo starts to nod, and the quickiron softens and slows down. The loyal familiar looks strained and a shout comes from Scolo's own hat.

Focus master! continue moving the quickiron

What what! flaberstacken, what way? startles the wizard

Here comes Edgars reply from a stone in the right direction, and continuing thus, he gets the wizard closer to the tower until they are near enough.

Master, it's time to contact yourself says the Purple ball emphatically.

Little sparks go up from Scolo, Bah! nonsense I am so boring lately, always going on about that woman.

No no! check your list

With some badgering Scolo does check his list, and being unsure what day it was, after plowing over a few trees he shrugs and stands still, a conversation seems to be starting in his head - at first it seems pleasant enough he looks around and smiles, waving at any friends who are nearby. Then he gets excited and curious about something, perhaps he is a little greedy, finally after a couple minutes in which listeners hear nothing but non sequiturs and gibberish, Scolo is back, he draws the quickiron into and owl shaped sculpture that he is standing in, and he disappears, using long door to teleport directly to the tower.

She smiles at Scolo confident he will get to visit the were-owls. Perhaps they would yet find a good use for the quick iron. It was a tool how it was used would determine if it was good or evil.  Nodding Aelasuria was happy to see that Rita would enjoy at least a little time with Riordeg.

Aelasuria takes a little time with the other unicorn riders listening to whatever they have to say. In due time she lightly takes their hands speaking softly. "We are all Unicorn riders. I would like to consider us friends and we should stay in touch. Even after things all settle down. I don't know if you will settle in or Near Ravinicum but if you do you may visit Theo and I any time you like. You both will always be welcome company." Because of their unicorns she thought just might end up being neighbors!

Looking very happy at Theo's response a lovely warm smile blossoms. "I do look forward to seeing Duke Barstow and Lady Babette again. Hopefully things are going well for them as well. If the Unicorns go ahead I will be happy to go with them." She smiles at Riordeg when he mentions trying to catch up with dwarves. "If anyone can do it will either be The Unicorn riders or perhaps Cirrus. She's very gifted when it comes to traveling somewhere quickly. Though I advise against sending her without a very good reason if she is to travel alone."

When they arrive Aelasuria smiles warmly waving to the people. She was happy to see them and that they could still take simple joy in seeing visitors. That the children could marvel and have fun rather then hide in fear. "Spica, perhaps we can take a little time to indulge the children, but first."

She takes a moment to ride closer to the elf lightly resting a hand on her shoulder with a gentle smile. "It's ok. I understand your feelings the Unicorns often feel the same. In time you will get used to it as Marisol did. Honestly the children are precious to all of us. I know you know that perhaps you could smile just for the children's sake. Though don't push yourself I Know it could take time. If your up to it I will introduce you to Duke Barstow and his wife Lady Babette. They are kind, warm and gentle leaders of their people. They also have a delightful bath in their castle you should try at least once! There is a lovely crystal fountain in the city as well I would like it if you got a chance to see that."

She hopped to entice her with the promises of beauty to behold and the good nature of the people. Though she would understand if the other Unicorn rider declined to meet Duke Barstow and Lady Babette.

Once that's said she waits briefly to be polite then goes to play with the children for a little while. So long as Spica is willing to let them lavish her with attention for a little while. She's careful to keep them from being over enthusiastic gently reminding them that Unicorns are shy.

Then she notes that Scolo seems to have disappeared. "Theo I think Scolo's gone missing. Do you think he went to see the Were-Owls alone?"

OOC: It's my guess that Scolo slipped away while Aelasuria was busy spending time with the Children/and unicorn riders. Which is why I am thinking she missed him falling behind let alone using magic to get to the tower. ^_^