Monday, August 22, 2016

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The Stolen War

A Solitary Crow - Golgotha - 5


Cold as steel. The rod was high above the Magi's head. He was back in the basement, where Loria stood tied in a number of places – three on the legs, two a long the torso, and also numerous ropings along the arms. But they were magic gropings, unbound by physical means. It was also the welling upwards of the moon, which meant that along the right hand was a pool of water, which came in through the grate. There were only two sets of light – both were tallow candles, one near his face and the other one near her face. And though it was quite dim, one can see on her face two gashes on her temples and several welts near her swollen chin. It was obvious that the magi could be brutal, and that was seen in his eyes. There was no more decorum along the lines of his face. With all of the negotiation, time was beginning to be the only factor. So he had to hurry, and get what information he needed to have.

Loria, for her part, was staring back at him – but it was an in and out stare, she was not completely conscious or coherent. Then she shook her head, and asked: “What do you want to know? It is hardly my position to offer any resistance, because we both know that these ropes are made to bind tightly. Or at least appears so.”

He put down the steel rod the side a small chair which had been provided for him, and then turned back to the elf. Looking up and down the figure, which was tall but thin, he began: “We were talking about your conversation with several people, I want you to start with what happened next.” It was obvious that he was annoyed, and was not really to hide it anymore. There was a sense of annoyance, but no more than annoyance. But that could be changed in an instant.

“Where to you want to begin?” It was clear that the elf was trying to hold on to consciousness, and not succeeding very well. At this point the Magi called a syringe – which did not look as if it were from around here – and measure a not quite clear green liquid, tapping it to get the bubbles out. He held it in front of Loria's her face.

“Do you know what this is?”

The elf simply nodded.

“If you think the rod was the worst thing, you would say it would be a cup of gold compared to what I have next. Then you would say it was the pastors of heaven compared to what you will experience then. The beatings which you have gotten will be next to the red pony of delight, and you will scream to a God unknown in pain.” at which point he took out a tortilla flat, and munched on it. It was a dubious battle, because the biscuit was soggy. Then he reached down on to the floor, and picked up something. Then crossing the floor, he put his face up against hers – then he showed what he had picked up – it was a mouse, giving terror to everything that it saw. “ tell me would you rather have this creature inside your hood? It can be arranged.” she thought about whether it would be better to have of mice, because the other possibility which she could see in his face – ripping all her close off, and making the gleeful figure of a man. She did not know which was worse, the squeaking congealing figure of mice, or men.

She thought for a long Valley, to decide which would be worse. Than the graves of wrath consumed her, and she tried to buckle against all of the bonds that consumed her. She was delirious.

Up high above the town, where people still applied their business, the moon is down, and people down on cannery row were putting pickled herrings. It was not known where the method came in to use, indeed it would seem far beyond the technology of the time. That the residents of this place did not know of microbes, and thus canning should have been far beyond them suggested that it came from another place. The along the river brushes, a small group of men look for the pearl. It had been lost years hence, and would make a fine profit if any of them found it. On the surface boats were under burning bright torches, so that when one group of men came up, another would go down.
But in all of this, no sound came up from the basement. People, whether doing things were on affected. There was no sound from the Naveh stronghold – or its basement.

Somehow she knew this, and began to recount the next section of her adventures. Her eyes grew hazy, and she knew that he was working some magic. But that was all right, since she wanted to tell him just enough.


The masters of Larani then dismissed both elf and human with a dismissive chorus, because they had other things to attend to, and even an immortal elf was only of glancing interest. Unfortunately, something happened which was not predicted. Over the wall of the table, the elf was caught by a tangle – which all at once, grabbed her by the left foot. Perhaps it was not an accident, because very few things are.

Loria did not quite reach the obelisk, but Gwynwyffer did. And Gwynwyffer was swallowed up whole in the obelisk, whose direction was different from the obelisk at Ekall-Anuz, each one being set in its own fashion. Loria saw her companion swallowed, but did not have the time to stop her hand placing itself on the obelisk and resetting it. In the blink of an eye, Gwynwyffer was lost – and no one knew how to get her back. There was probably a way, but none of them knew what it was.
Loria gathered herself together, and looked back on the assembled company, but knew that they could do nothing to help her. She geared toward herself, and added to the list of things to do – she would have to find Gwynwyffer as well.

So she reached into the earthmaster pseudo-stone, and reached into the void, to come out at a place where a legion was forming – she knew by the smell it was Kethira, the place the Hârn was on, but not Hârn itself. It was nighttime here, with only a few hours from Ekall-Anuz, because the time was the same, she had a sense for it. But in other place respects, it was very different. Instead of exposing the pseudo-stone underneath the sky, she had been transported into a different rendition, only the top was exposed – everything else was close. She look up – and saw the stars that showed that she was on Kethira. one bright star was near its apex.

She had seen it before – ever since she came here from the world of her birth. Which was not Kethira. But she could never go back there because the magic had grown to dim her. She could feel the same thing was happening on this plane, and so she would have to leave for The Blessed Realms. But not quite yet, there were things still to be done here. And in fact, more now that Gwynwyffer was absent and she had to find the older brother of their lost legionnaire friend. And most important, she had to dispose – for a little while – the enchanted knife of Morgath.

Sadly, the followers of Lararni were all little help, even though she was a go-between, and she felt was pleading for aide. And they gave her – in her mind at least – know aide worth mentioning.


The middle half away from her face, it was still a darkened room in the basement of Naveh. And he did not yet know where the knife was hidden, or what she had done – if anything – about either Gwynwyffer or the legionnaire. Of which he knew almost nothing, but the would find out what he could. After all there were many elementals, of a variety of materials. Materials that covered the spectrum of alchemical forms.

He was only getting glimpses, but the key thing that he had learned was that the Earthmaster obelisks could not only change where one was upon Kethira, but to other planes of existence. And what he had just learned from the metal rod was that the regular gods could not produce that effect with earthmaster obelisks. They could do it by other means, but that the obelisks could do it was anathema. They wanted the power for themselves.

Then he decided to rest – so he conjured up an elemental to make her sleep, and then settled down into the chair to catch a bit of rest. But just as he was going to sleep, there was a series of knockings the door, and he knew that it was probably an official of Naveh, common to discuss their position. He was certain that it was going to be an unpleasant meeting. And filled with deceit, but he too could have various ways of bending the truth, if not breaking it. After all, the priests of Naveh recognize no boundaries between truth and fiction, so they would have to learn that others could be as devious as they were.

Or even worse than they could imagine. He had tried to bargain, if not honorably at least not dishonorably. That had gone out the window. The Magi then rubbed his hands together, and got up out of the chair, and with the rod – which twisted until buying magic it grew a hand to open up the portal. If there was any comment from the high priest, nothing records it.

“You wish to ask more from us, when we have give you every thing you have asked for?” These were the first words out of the mouth of a man who the priest he heard of the not seen. Init there was a very clever trap – nothing was said about how much the information was worth. It merely assumed a given valued had been roughly agreed on in advance – which the Naveh know to be wrong, but did not tell the Magi. This way, the high priest could tell anyone that to was all in the Magi's mind. As if he, the priest, were not part of the equation. But this was true – he was the person being negotiated with. It was the difference between the Naveh priets, and the Magi of the Shek-Pvar. He had to make use of this somehow.

“You are the Shuganal, how words I have heard, but whose presence is not seen.”

“To have a problem with that?” the words from his mouth were entirely conversational. It seemed as if all of his priests and deacons were formal, but not for the Shuganal, himself. Which was very interesting indeed. He had to be careful however, because this smelled like a trap. Most of the people were as they were. Perhaps sneakier, or ornate, but physically as they were. This did not seem the case for his opponent – and he knew he should say it that way.

“It seems to have a great number of people willing to engage in dealing with most of the people who wish to talk to. And I am afraid, I would be one of those people, if certain conditions – no, fetishes – of mine could be met. By only one to deliver the information, and not to be consumed by its holder.”

“And think the elf will consume you? That seems like a very large step, your reputation says that you are quite sane, and not given to wild accusations. I hope you have some form of proof of that.”

“Your deacons did not get anything from her.”

“This is true.”

“And yet she was quite willing to give me information. Which is odd, to say the least.”

“You should be pleased. It means we picked the right vessel.”

“Maybe I would be, If I had used cunning, or guile, or even bonhomie, to extract the information which I have. But I had none of that, and still she gave me what I needed. And your genuflected monosyllable followers merely stood out of the way. Which leads me to the conclusion, that your people wanted me to seize the initiative, and take for myself the prize.”

“That is an interesting conclusion.”

“I think you already know what she knows. And only by using simple members of your flock, could you disguise this. There is a problem with having deacons do your talking, when the stakes are considerably higher than that. That you have an elf who knows how to find the demigods of Larani, is worth a great deal more than a mere subservient member of your flock. Hence you wished me to seize, and deploy this, for my own good. Because you know that I am flexible about the willingness to tell information. Your people assumed I would grab it. And if I were a bit dumber than I am, I would have done so.” He had hope the the “I”s would catch him – only stupid people used it flagrantly, and he was not one of those. But immediately he saw that the Shuganal was not entirely convinced. Apparently the game was matched between these two. Which was a pity, since his followers were largely dense about these things.

“Suppose I admit all of this? What good would it do you, if the only thing that will come of this realization is your death? I admit that it was a gamble, if you were just stupid enough, the end would be sublime. Unfortunately, you are clever enough that I have to kill you.” And he drew a knife which was consecrated to his order, and raised it high above the Magi's head, and was intent on striking him down. Sweat appeared on the wizard, when suddenly a tiny click was heard at the portal, deep within the lock. The Magi knew what it was, since he had his metal elemental standing guard, and the elemental could see straight through the wood. It was of course an Amorvin and some followers. The priest did not know, but could well guess. The Naveh were tolerated inside the city, but just tolerated. That meant that whatever the mark out the deemed theirs, was theirs. And clearly one or all of the inhabitants of the room fit this description.

The first one to react was the Magi, for though punched, he was quick. He heard the knock on the door, and realized he could do two things at once: free the elf, and escape himself. He would let the Shuganal fend for himself – because he knew that the two gods of death he each other. And he was not willing to be a participant in that struggle. Since the bonds which held Loria were the magical binding, he just needed to expand very little energy in making disappear, and only a little bit more in waking her up. After that, she could dive herself – if she had the capacity to move the grate. But this was easy for her, though difficult for any human. Then he disappeared – because actually his magic once based on light. The other effects were not done by himself, but by the elementals. Who were not actually willing to do this happily.

As the elf came to consciousness, the Shuganal reacted next. He watched – particularly how the Magi vanished. He realized that there was a trick to how the Magi did things, but now he understood what it was: he used glamour to entice the elementals. He also realized that somehow his expertise with the obelisks centered upon light – though he did not know how. But these were distractions – he needed to get out of the room as quickly as he could. Fortunately, he had a spell which turned him in two a small bat – a gray one of course – and he would go out the top of the network of oak that formed the ceiling. Without thinking about the consequence, this is what he did. Though angst was on his mind, because he was going to have the secret in a moment. But he learned from very young to play the long game – he would get another chance at the elf eventually. And the Magi would be easy to catch, if that was important.

Almost at once, the portal swung open, as Loria leapt to over the grate, and easily wrenched free of the floor – sheet was stronger than almost any elf born on this world, and their were a few humans who could best her – but only a few. Then what looked like a man came through the doorway upwards, only to catch a glimpse of the tallest elf which he had ever seen – but he was not human but Amorvin, the living undead with his own will – or rather, his own will under the gaze of Morgath. He did not recognize what she was, as she was falling in to a narrow hole downwards, the elf escaped to east of Eden.

Why Hillary Clinton Might Win Georgia ...but won't

Why Hillary Clinton Might Win Georgia - The New York Times
There won't be anyplace to sell goon papers...

Dodging Accountability

Sean Hannity Turns Adviser in the Service of Donald Trump

Sean Hannity Turns Adviser in the Service of Donald Trump - The New York Times
The problem with HillNews is Trumpiftion is so much juicier. Do worry, HillNews comes after the election.

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Trump’s Anti-Science Campaign

Trump’s Anti-Science Campaign - The New Yorker

 another one of the hot right wing lies:  why  does science not bend to popular opinion?

Just plan wrong

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How John Hersey's Hiroshima revealed the horror of the bomb

electoral reform

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( Also note that the baby boom is rather ham-handedly tried to Economic slowdown Are aging and the economic slowdown linked? -  it is largely not correct,  but it is crazy enough but not crazy enough to be true.)