Funeral to Sigil

Tarsheva: Everyone ok? Anyone injured? If ye feel weak sit up here wit me an' rest. Ya know, the first time I took this route we got caught in a knot by th' 'Lovelost.' You had them running right quick, Clem. That's th' way, I hoped not to toe the line with them spooks!

Clymestria: Yes, Snatch, are you well?

Snatch: I AM FINE CLYMESTRIA. THANK YOU FOR CHASING THOSE GHOSTS AWAY, BUT BE THEY BLESSED, FOR THEY ARE THE ONES WHO ARE TRULY IN A DIRE PLACE, I AM GLAD YOUR GODDESS SHED HER LIGHT ON THEM, PERHAPS THEY RAN TO HER ARMS TO BE PURIFIED.

Peter: All my wits are about me and I do believe I can account for all of my appendages as well. Clymestria (short pause) Thank you.

Pfepftzet: I would be better if they had stayed and felt the wrath of my morningstar, but yes, I am unharmed.

Tarsheva: Veridis was right about you cutters. Once we're back in the Cage I'll have to introduce you to some hende folks who could use some canny planewalkers like yourselves. Ya' all members of a thought guild?

Clymestria: Our trek to this "Cage," a name I like not for a destination of mine, has two principle goals, and though i thank you, finding further means to jink be not one. Through to Arboria must I travel, for a summons is nothing to trifle with, and my master and my king have been deposed in my absence, and i fear it to be an ill omen. Though I have heard of these thought guilds, I stay far from their power base. [turns to the our male companions, and lifting her helm to show her face, eyes earnest, behind the mask of forced composure as three bright red welts form across her cheek, a minuscule bead rolling down to her neck]

Snatch: I CERTAINLY CANNOT CLAIM TO BE A MEMBER OF A THOUGHT GUILD.. I AM A LITTLE ASHAMED TO SAY I KNOW NOT OF WHAT YOU SPEAK!

Pfepftzet: I have not the time nor the inclination to be a part of such guilds.

Tarsheva: That is good to know. Keep your thoughts free, that is the best way.

Clymestria: [to Peter] I would think it a favor, and a show of true trust if you, friend Peter, and brave Flederoth, would prepare us for the city. It's ways are foreign to myself, and Snatch will have little idea being new to freedom on the planes.

Peter: Clymestria I will be glad to show you to the local chapels [whispers under his breath: I'm sure I've seen one before]. I can also show you were the library is... Actually to tell the truth most of my time is spent with the Society Of Sensation. I think this time it would be intellegent for us to make as little contact as possible. Ok, ok here is the low down- there are three things you outa remember going in; the first thing is don't step on or near any puddles, the second always watch your back for cut purses and body collectors, and thridly the Lady of Pain runs the show. If you got that you'll do ok.

Snatch: FEDEROTH, ARE YOU HOLDING UP? IN NEED OF SOME HEALING?

Flederoth: Because of the quick actions of to you two, I escaped without injury. For this I give thanks. Be you in need of a kip? I know many places, secret places even. If it does help to repay my debt I shall give this dark freely.

Snatch: A BED AND FOOD WOULD GREATLY BE APPRECIATED, BUT LET US STAY OUT OF THE WAY TO GET A FEEL FOR THE CAGE A BIT, DO YOU KNOW SOMEWHERE DISCREET?

Brilligh: [a guttural whisper slides thru the air] Clem, perhaps some of these fair folks Tarsheva speaks of could help us on our way out of the Cage, and point us towards Arboria. Never hurts to have a friend in need up the sleeve. As far as the thought guilds, eh... no. I'l guild my own thoughts, thanks kindly.

Tarsheva: Well put Brilligh. Those factions seem to slip a noose around the cage. If you like not to run gauntlets then stay clear of them.

Clymestria: [As the troop begins to move again, Clymestria again takes point having caught her wind, keeping up friendly conversation, in an attempt to lighten the mood, and harks to any stype that comes out knowing that the cage will be anything but what she expects] Let us recap what we know of the situation we go into. Special K is being stored on ice by one Sir Gilfoy, under who's command? He's been taken to the "Ward of Judges" by a scraper names Rodney Corn. He and I have a fated encounter on the horizon. Let us hope he sees the wisdom in avoiding the possible outcome. [She says hefting her spear in her hand and stretches her arm]

The remainder of the trip lasts four hours and is uneventful. You travel through the rest of town then outside of a grand gatehouse that is now little more than a shell. It's heavy doors lie on the ground broken off it's hinges. Out side of town is much the same as before. Except rather than a gutted city ruined farm houses and mills dot land and large pronounced rolling hills seem to be interesting geographical anomalies. Copses of dead trees filter the light from the weak moon (sun?) that hasn't seemed to move since your arrival.

Brilligh: [rasping]This place is similar in spirit to the Grey Waste. Everything is so still.


Tarsheva: This is it! [she starts looking through her belt pouches] Where did I put that sodding key? Don't tell me I left it... no... I could swear that I brought it..... Maybe it's in my pack.


After a few minutes of rummaging the key is found.


Whilst Tarsheva looks about for her key, Clymestria calls to the party gathering them up out of easy earshot, not wanting to involve her is anything she needent be.

Brilligh: [Keeps half an ear towards Clem, but all eyes on Tarsheva. I want to know exactly what the key is and how she uses it.]

Clymestria: We will need to be exceptionally cautious as we go forward. We know little of our enemy, we will need to find our place to hole up. [Looks at Flederoth] That will be you and the contact we have from Verdis. Lets stay tight lipped about why we are here, and be discreet in questioning about Karzoka, keeping his name scarce.

Pfepftzet: [to Clymestria] You can count on me to keep the mission of our journey secret. Karzoka is my kinsman and dare I say friend (using the term "friend" as if the word is foreign to her) and if there is one thing that Githzerai have learned; it is to trust few but their own and keep matters to our selves.

Tarsheva: Let's get rolling, I have a feeling that we're being stalked. [opens the portal then ushers the wagon and Brilligh, Peter and Snatch. She opens the portal again and everyone else is ushered through.]

Brilligh:[Walks thru the portal on guard, eyes wide open, hand near her pouch she she need to fling some pain in someone's eye.]
Peter: (follows Brilligh through) Brilligh when you have a moment I would like to speak with you...