Kiíellièn Lithièn

**Psychic Paper** "I miss you guys. I really need a massage along with a whiskey and ice cream day. I'm so thankful for the life you gave me. Thank you S.I.S.. Love Kii"   (Written in the Queen's French) If I could sigh into paper and release it as a scream, I would.   I’m tired.   Don’t worry, Blink. I’m not giving up. I’m not questioning.   Just. Fucking. Tired.   Period.   Driftwind is beautiful. She moves with the grace and power of her kin. None of them will understand that — but Xhoya did. Again. Surprisingly, we worked well together. No. Not surprisingly. We’ve proven it more than once.   When we stay as one. But. Trust would make us better.   Fuck.   “The word of the day?” Hope would say. I know it doesn’t help, but it feels good to say it anyway. I need to rest inside the pain for a moment — let the real feelings breathe, if only briefly.   But you want a soldier? I’ll show you a General.   Curt. Straightforward.   The pain is too much.   The Gazelle found us. Reckless…   After we donned the Driftwood, I could barely focus on the mysteries of my people — let alone the connection Ildris so casually, so stirringly, offered me: his mind. To share pain and flight.   Does he understand how intimate that was?   I’m sure he does. And if so — how can he be so nonchalant? So stoic?   Keeper… he is a phenomenal Keeper. That’s why. Born into a poker face carved from stone.   I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.   I miss my wings.   I want a break — and it’s only just begun — and I can share none of this because this team is lost inside itself. Selfish.   Fuck. Me too, somehow. I’m sure of it.   We “talked.”   All better? No. Fuck no. Nothing but a bandage slapped on a wound that still bleeds.   Gidget admitted fault toward Xhoya. She apologized to me too.   Thankfully, I wasn’t in this mood when it happened. I accepted it. I understand her fear. But I don’t think she understands that my life is more important to me than even to her.   Weird concept. But true.   Their lives are tied for first place too.   Echo stood up for himself. He showed me there was no fault — only horrible execution. He understood his life was endangered as well. And he made it very clear: he is a person.   Not hard to grasp, Jaxion.   Jaxion… ugh. Complex little fuck. Just listen to me already — that’s what I wanted to yell. I want your best.   Instead, I listened. He explained his soldier side. How it frustrates him that we aren’t military. I understand him — but right now I see a man terrified to build a new version of himself, throwing a quiet fit about it. Soldier up, soldier boy. The world’s upside down. There’s no better time to become the real Jaxion.   Fuck, I’m only this angry because I can see how great he could be. The BRN is smothering him — and he’s letting it. Enjoying it. Bah.   Xhoya accepted the apologies. Stayed silent.   Lux caved after a small bark at her critiques. I’ll pamper her. She’ll be fine. Growth hurts.   Silas… dismissive. I worry his focus is staying neutral — the unassuming peacekeeper — to preserve his mission. A different kind of soldier. He, and the Black Axel continue to remind me of the wolves my mother runs in her pack. Which is concerning. I’m questioning his sincerity. And that sucks.   And me? I worked on Jaxion. I need him to see he can lead without hiding inside that stubborn-ass BRN shell. He needs to loosen up. Let himself fly. Hair as wings… omgoodness, hilarious! XD   The talk didn’t hurt. But it didn’t fix us.   The Gazelle.   The Gazelle is a fucking problem wrapped in indestructible bullshit. A mute, joyless, chrome cunt that stomps through cities like they’re made of wet cardboard. No soul, no face, no tells — just a towering shit-engine of violence doing laps through reality like it’s a damned obstacle course.   You know what drives me mad? He doesn’t even run. He just glides — like some blue-metal ballerina of destruction — right through skyscrapers, turning cities into powder because gravity apparently negotiates with him. And that name? The Gazelle? Whoever named that thing “Gazelle” should be slapped with a chair. They deserve to be punted into the sol's mouth. Gazelles run from predators — this one makes predators rethink their life choices. This fucker is a weaponized middle finger with legs, an unkillable whore of entropy that keeps getting away with it. You can throw fire, steel, spells, prayers — doesn’t matter. He walks through it all like, oh, was that supposed to hurt? No reaction. No pause. Just more marching, from the metal bastard who does not give a single shit.     I’m tired of watching him stroll out of fireballs like he ordered the damn things. I’m tired of him looking untouchable, untarnished, untouchably perfect like some divine insult made of alloys and attitude. Even in his demolition, he still flew off like it was scratch. And that glowing slit on his face? That’s not a face — that’s a taunt. A silent “go fuck yourself” carved into gunmetal. Every time it turns toward you, it’s like the world saying, yeah, you’re about to lose something you liked.     I don’t want him to feel pain. I want him ended. Scrapped. Reduced to spare parts and regret. I want whatever keeps that invincible cunt moving to finally choke, spark, and die screaming in silence. Because I am so fucking tired of watching a soulless, physics-dodging, city-fucking shit lord keep winning just by existing.   .... Okay....   Okay. Enough before the vein in my temple explodes. Anger never eases my pain. I know that.   Which only makes me angrier.   Fuck me.   Fuck this day.   Once more — focus on the good:   • We destroyed the Gazelle’s body. • I connected with Ildris through an ancient craft of my people. • We are in an incredibly safe place to rest — thanks, ancestors.   And the most important part to me:   I kept my promise. I fulfilled my duty.   Ildris is connected to his timeline. Reunited with what was taken from him. I didn’t tell him — only guided him to his thread.   Blink… I pray I’ve made you proud. Even if I look like a failing platypus navigating this mission, my duty will be done right.   …   I’m going to calm myself with Xhoya. I have ideas — ways to bond. I hope she accepts.   ~K

**Written in the form of inside thoughts Kiiellien had while the battle went on according to me listening to the recording lol)   "An—d, yup. Still time-hopping. Blink’s invigorating flow keeps tugging me through split-second timelines, like I’m a dark-humor play flickering in and out just to taunt."   "The others stare. Or, in Jaxion’s case, glare. Ha. They’re all irritated — I can hear it in the silence. I don’t blame them."   "O-kay… anytime now would be great, yeah? We’re at the Ash site and tempers are still climbing."   "Sorry I’m not fully with you, darlings. Take it up with Blink and her teaching methods."   "Patience, Kiíellièn. Blink freezes you for a reason. Take your gift of time and observe. Breathing and timelines — same thing for me. I’ve got this. Breathe…"   "Ugh. Seriously? This time-out is annoyingly long. We’ve already parked, and of course we lose two to scout."   "Bye, Jaxion. Bye, Silas…"   "Shit. Of course. Shouting. But — I can move. Wait what are they-- "Fuck. They’re here for it too."? "What does that mean? Do they know what we’re after, or are they hunting different treasure?"   "They’re running. Great."   "Frikk — they’re firing. Fuck, fuck, fuck."   "Hang in there, Xhoya. We’ll find happiness."   "Good job, men. Solid posts. I’ve got to help — not something I want to get used to, but necessary. Judge me mercifully, Veritas. Love me always, Granny Iona."   "Ildris… please stay safe."   "Howdy, Echo."   "Lux — oh gods. Fuck. So frikkin’ eager. Way too frikkin’ eager. Smoke or not."   "Please, please listen to Jaxion."   "Fuck — at least she blends."   "Echo?"   "He hesitated. Why? Gambit saw it too, I think."   "I hit his shooting arm. What in the realms came out of him — something bright yellow before the blood. What the…?"   "Well. The hesitation’s gone. I hope I comforted him the way he’s comforted me."   "There goes Silas. He can really move. Where’s Jaxion?"   "Oh. Never mind."   "Bri—ght." (Flashbang.)   "Good shot, Echo. More weird color again?"   "Jaw shot. Goodness. How deadly."   "What’s wrong with these people?"   "Dang. Goodbye." (Catwalk dropped)   "There she is. Lightning. Flashy. Very her."   "Did Jaxion just stim?"   "They’re on the run. Fuck — can’t see, can’t help — fuck!"   "Oh… Xhoya. How can they not see your worth? I’m so proud."   "Ever the soldier, Jaxion. I do appreciate him offering fair surrender."   "Did Silas just leap? Why do they always go around the stupid corner? Ugh."   "Echo’s gone now too. Why did we decided to split?"   "They’re all moving slow. The land looks… sick. Like it’s wounded. Badly."   "Why… I know I have to go. The fire’s increasing. A trap? I have to go."   "If she needs me, she’ll tell me. Inspiration connects us. Gambit’s got her. Ildris… Ildris, please. We’re so close."   "Please. Save my wings."   "I don’t usually mind walking, but this is shit. Fuck all of this."   "Dammit, Lux! Who’s a bitch?!"   "Finally. I see — disaster. Shit."   "How are these people not affected by the fuck-you rain?"   "They’re hurting. No — I was late. I’m not supposed to be late."   "Who the fuck are these douchebags? Is he-- spinning? He turned himself into a spinning blade top. What the actual fuck?"   "Hang on, Jaxion. Fuck, Lux — get out of there!"   "Silas, I’m trying!"   "He just looked and knew. Like Echo."   "I — seriously, Jaxion? ‘I can do this myself. Save Lux. Save the cube.’ How heroic of you. Fuck off, big boy."   "I love distracting their timelines. It feels right."   "Well fuck me sideways. Hello, little bug."   "At least they’re giving these weirdos a run through the Shadow Labyrinth."   "Jaxion… no."   "No. No, no, no."   "Get your ass up. You can’t be down. You’re not done yet."   "Please!"   "I won’t let them. Fuck her a thousand times — I’ll make him bow to my word."   "Oh thank you, Lux. Thank you, gods."   "Honorable. Like he didn’t just fall. Commendable."   "Anything for you, Gambit."   "Jaxion — shit. Why? Stop telling us to leave!"   "Don’t touch him. He’s mine." (As Jaxion attacks the Beyblade.)   "Fuck you, Jaxion! WHY DID YOU TOUCH HIM? I TOLD YOU!"   "Again. Fuck you, Jax—ion." (Don’t you old-Yeller me.)   "Xhoya… was that you?"   "Again? My goodness. Gruesome." (Another catwalk failure.)   "They keep rejecting me. Frustrating!"   "Lux. My fiery ashen wolf."   "Echo. You are truly my knight in shining armor."   "Silas — you wily son of a so-and-so with that gun."   "Great job, people. We’re getting somewhere. Only a few more."   "Gambit — my new battlefield rival. I love it."   "Ew. Gods, Lux. Brutal."   "One left. Running. We should catch her."   "Fuck yo--u, acid rain. Fuck you so very hard."   "We lost her. Please, Blink — don’t let that bite us in the torso."   "Fighting again. New record for Sanct. Inc."   "FUCK."   "Logic. Only. Alone. Stopped Silas."   "Body-looting recovered holo-disks. That’s how they knew something was here. They were waiting without knowing why — desperation born of destruction."   "Who led these poor souls to their deaths? Deformed by wealth never meant for them."   "Oh. I see it now. My duty to you, Blink."   "It’s so beautiful. An ethereal flower surrounded by sickening desolation. I feel the timelines ripped from you here — the pain nearly blinding. But that golden ray you gifted… like a soft cure."   "Seriously, Ildris? Chains like Papa Ruth? It sparks homesickness."   "He says it belonged to our people. He claimed it as his. What is it?"   "The bomb. It looks like it landed here. Direct hit."   "What? A DRAGON??"   "A dragon. A dragon. A dragon. A dragon. A DRAGON."   "A mech dragon. Hope, you would adore her. I know you would."   "Oh. Z3RO did know... Meet him?"   "Ildris shares my thought. An Avariel… I can’t help but hope."   "Did he just invite me to drive the other head? Wow. Oh wow. Swoon much?"   "Well. I guess we found what we came for. Drenched in more mystery and questions."

**Psychic Paper** "I believe the strife I am receiving inside of the new group I am with is going to be hard to salvage. -K"   (Written in the Queen's French)**Written while between timelines. A lesson in being tied to Time and Patience.** Lost in time. Lost to speech and response. I watch you all, this horror devolve before my eyes while you ask where I have gone, when I'll answer, why I have no opinion... why I am not helping. All because of these words, "What am I even doing here?".   I am caught within the glass of time — a lesson of stillness gifted, or rather inflicted, by Blink. Every breath I try to take shatters against the pane that holds me. I see everything. I can do nothing. Below, the world unfolds as if to test my restraint. The BRN move like snakes dressed in uniforms — traitors pretending to be shepherds. Their corruption seeps through every well-polished lie, every convenient half-truth they feed to my companions. They’ve turned deception into doctrine, and the loyal swallow it whole. How do you not listen or see?   Jaxion… gods preserve him. His conviction blinds him so completely that he cannot see the rot blooming beneath his own banner. He clings to that oath like a drowning man to driftwood, unaware the current carries him toward the abyss. His faith in the BRN is not noble — it is fear. Fear of seeing that his father’s legacy was built on sand. Fear of facing a truth that would break him. Fear that his life was given purpose by a corrupt faction. I can imagine that being a hard medicine to swallow.   I watch as he convinces Gidget, Echo, and Silas that the path ahead is safe. That the BRN will protect them. That loyalty will save them. It won’t. Xhoya knows it. She trembles with that rare kind of clarity born from desperation. Her voice cracks as she pleads, begs, screams for reason, but they do not listen. They think her panic irrational, her magic unstable — yet she is the only one seeing the storm for what it is. Lux stands by her side. Two sparks against a flood. I am so sorry girls I wasn't there to fan those flames. I am so proud of you both.   Then the Cindercleft lurches. I feel its metal bones groan through the timestream as Xhoya locks them out — a child defying gods and fools alike. It’s the only choice she has left. Watching her steer away from slaughter while they brand her reckless is agony. I want to reach through this glass, to seize the wheel, to scream sense into them — but Blink’s lesson holds me still.   And then, betrayal. Not from enemy hands — from our own. Jaxion storms the cockpit, fury burning where reason should live. Xhoya’s cries twist into sparks as her magic lashes out — a desperate plea turned to lightning. It strikes him, hard and fast, his life seized a bit with him I think. Before he grabs her again and forces her down, guarding her like a prisoner instead of a friend. I feel it tear through me — the sound of trust breaking, the sight of fate given family turning against itself. For false hopes of a gone life.   Yet even that pain pales beside what follows. Gidget — clever, ambitious Gidget — wraps her choices in the silk of “protection.” She claims to act for our safety, yet every word drips with self-interest disguised as duty. Duty to Jaxion? Why? She pines after him and I see her clutching to his side. I trusted her to be steady when others wavered, but now I see the fault line was there all along. She stands beside Jaxion, not out of faith, but because it benefits her narrative of control. Her loyalty bends with convenience.   And Echo… Silas… their siding with him is a wound I did not expect. Echo, whose mechanical heart I believed could still hear truth when others faltered. Silas, whose keen mind should have smelled deceit in the air. Instead, both stand silent, complicit. My disappointment is immeasurable. There was no logic in this forced re-routing. Only appeasement. Peacemaking and hard decisions don't always listen to the loudest voice.   They told me to be the wallpaper for my own safety — to stand back, unseen, unheard — while they march straight into the arms of those who hunt me. The irony tastes of ash. To be deemed too precious to risk, yet not worth believing when I warn them of the blade poised above us. When others warn of the same prophecy.   The checkpoint arrives. A graveyard masquerading as a base. Soldiers lined in neat, horrifying rows. Execution shots. Cold precision. Their loyalty rewarded with death. A silent message from the Deremitru: Your service is complete.   Even now, Jaxion cannot see it. He blames Xhoya. He blames everyone but the BRN. His faith remains unshaken, his eyes still closed. My hands tremble as I write this. Not from fear — from fury. From heartbreak. From the knowledge that, had I been there, maybe, just maybe none of this would have unfolded so disgracefully. And what did we find out? What did you learn? That you have armor again and that the people who we are dealing with have already taken the safety net of your life. No one's fault but the cracks in your walls of government and a crazed people with to much power in their hands.   This is my lesson, Blink. You wanted me to see what happens when I withhold my hand — when I believe wisdom alone can guard them. You wanted me to watch the cost of their faith in mortals, and mine in patience. I see it now. I see what my absence allows.   When I return to the current, judgment will follow. Not vengeance — reckoning. They will know how close they came to ruin. They will understand the weight of trust betrayed and warnings ignored. I will not shout. I will not curse. I will remind them who I am.   Let this entry stand as record: The BRN are compromised. The Deremitru are pruning their pawns. The innocent bleed beneath banners they trusted. And those I call my own have forgotten how to see.   That will change.   — Kiíellièn

**Psychic Paper** "There is a new god in our midst and they call him Pa. I will keep my ears to the ground as they live in holes. He sounds nice :) -K"   (Written in the Queen's French) **The night of the 5th after the dance party--the happenings after we reconvened** Once again, I find myself tangled in a strange distraction. Stealing my last glance at the dance floor, I let my pain and furious sorrow drown me beneath a funky moo—nlight. I still can’t believe Lux is slow dancing with that beast of a man.   Even when I run willingly into a good time, it’s lost on them that getting lost in rhythm brings the best reflection. And gods, what another day it’s been. The weight I carry — the ache I keep sealed behind smiles — is too great to bear without fracture. I had to distract myself, to push the last pieces of my strength into another before grief swallowed me whole. Good times are rare medicine — a way to find your center, to remember happiness, to feel tethered to your group. But I feel near nothing from this group.   They don’t even try to ask how I’m holding up, or why I cry over a box… or over my poor, tortured Ildris. Why I call myself a leader. A ruler.   After the moment I spent with Ildris mourning and rejoicing for Zah’kar, he gave me strength to shoulder the pain again. But what I have observed since then… what I have been called… it was uncalled for and vulgar. Especially from the mouth of one who claims to protect me and want the best for my wellbeing.   This group drains me. Some of them — vain, selfish, narcissistic — have no idea what rot they carry under their skin. Perhaps it’s stress, hurt, confusion, or the goddess’s pain bleeding through my pores that my patience is a razor to a strand of hair. Still, I hold my poise.   When Ildris and I returned, the group was already elbow-deep in a pile of metals — looting a secret office belonging to gods-know-who. I found it all disturbing. Why were these zealot dick bags using a children’s story as an experiment? Which this comic world is 100% real. And that being said, how is it a story here? So many questions, I will hope to find out with Xhoya. Or away from her so she doesn't lose this story in her childhood too. She was adorable when she discovered the full collection of The Pack. I hope she’ll accept my invitation later...   But that wasn’t where my mind lingered. No — I thought of the power trips, the disregard, the disrespect that bloomed from such a simple task. Ultimately we took everything besides the illegal fae shit. Which was once more l0oked at by greedy eyes. A blatant risk and disregard to all of our safety.   They’d agreed to take turns choosing three items special to them. I went last, which was no sweat off my nose. I recognized the usefulness of the metals, though I take no joy in creation. That was always my brother’s passion. So, as I once did for him, I gathered what could be useful and placed it in the shared box for everyone.   And for that, Gidget — in her frantic, frothing obsession with her craft — called me a bitch.   Me. Who explained five times that I had already moved the magical connection bar to the free-use box. She called me a bitch for helping her. That word was the final nail in the coffin of whatever relationship we once had. From this moment on, she is beneath me. My protection remains only out of duty — not affection. As a good leader and Ruler.   Bitch.   This is why I cannot respect you, Gidget. Why your condescension and arrogance ring hollow. You disregard Xhoya’s warnings, doubt her expertise, and turn to Echo not because you trust him — but because he’s a tool you can verify data through. Jaxion stands by you, a new developing faction or relationship, basking in the illusion of control his BRN rank still grants him. He believes himself a leader, but all I see is a man shackled to pride and a false sense of order.   He even moved a box marked unsafe — was warned, scolded, and dismissed it as overreaction. I’ll ask Silas to help document the event, if only to protect those of us who saw it. I don’t fuck with the fae. Jaxion also refused Xhoya’s plea to return the ingots crafted by her divine brother, Ip — a god. He denied her out of greed. Money? As if that means anything anymore. If he keeps this up, Uncle Ip will teach him the meaning of humility. That ingot, those pebbles — they belong to the god, and thus to Xhoya. Period. You do not claim dominion over the divine. To count Xhoya out as a child is a poor reflection on anyone's intelligence.   Their naïveté sickens me. Echo, bless him, watches like a child desperate to understand. Silas keeps himself closed, withdrawn, haunted. And Lux… clutches lovingly at ash.   What am I to do with these people? I really pray I can still reach Jaxion, perhaps Echo and Silas — but Gidget… she has sealed our fate. My trust in her is nearly broken. I am done being their quiet ornament. Blink is my ultimate and she has told me to lead. So, I left the greed, with poise. With silent watch and judgment. With hopeful example. And as I did, I wondered — why does this group need me, when so few accept me as anything more than a ditzy tagalong?   So I clung to another — Lux, my bright right hand, my charge. She alone can lift my pain. After gathering the boxes and comics, we recounted the day’s lessons.   Xhoya learned new spells — her starry eyes glowed with pride. I loved that for her. Lux discovered her teacher was her great-grandfather — making her a Genasi-Changeling werewolf. The world never stops surprising me. I treasure this news for her.   And, well… my mind wandered back to that dancing distraction. The strange, naked man under the moonlight. I wondered if he could be one of Lux’s kin — though, admittedly, my curiosity was also selfish. I wanted distraction. I let it win. (Sorry, Lux — only a little.) Apparently, the ash she holds so close is a finger made of stone. So many questions… but I won’t pry. My role in her timeline is to guide. So guide, I did — and a Funkmoo I did lure.   I didn’t find her family that night, but I found her a good time — a worthy partner to dance with under the snowy moon. Funkmoo, a follower of someone he calls Pa — perhaps a god, perhaps something else. I’ll need to ask about this new “deity.” The curiosity it stirs is divine in itself.   After watching an admittedly good looking Jaxion steam in the cold air as he and Echo moved the metals to the Cindercleft, I joined Lux and Silas in seeking out the naked dancer. We found him underground. With a song, we brought him up — and he conjured a dance floor from nothing but magic and will. He showed off many of his... perks, including his strength, making light work of the sweaty labor Jaxion endured. If I was really naive, I wouldn't have seen the quickness in which the shirt went back on Jaxion's back as Funkmoo paraded in a jockstrap and feather boa.   Lux and me, we danced the night away. It was a guilty pleasure I gladly indulged in. And I feel great for it. Magically enhanced. Thank Funkmoo and Pa!   Jaxion even came alive for a moment dancing with me! I even was dipped in good fashion before the soldier of duty swallowed him again. Echo seemed confused and happy to work on the Cindercleft away from Funkmoo but ate. Silas also ate but remained distant as ever, stayed lost in thought — perhaps haunted by what we will find at the Ash Site. He should’ve danced those plaguing thoughts away like I did.   Xhoya joined us, too. Gods, I was proud of her for that. Baby steps I will take! Gidget looked over now and then but stayed at work. I could’ve pulled her to dance, but why? Our timelines don’t need to intertwine further. Let her keep her guns, her gears, her quiet disdain. They’re her true companions.   So I played the quiet princess role she and the others think I should — fragile, harmless, smiling... unassuming.   ~Insert eye flutter roll here~   Now, though, I am alone again. Truly alone — to endure as I was made to. The exhaustion, the pain, the heartbreak, the confusion… and the growing fury. I stare at sleeping Gambit, Xhoya, Ildris — at Lux, maybe finding her joy, and at the broken mangled body of my elder whose scorched heart still hangs on. They have to my reason...   Alone at last to falter and find calm. To release emotion. To bask in what joy the stage and song still grant me before I don the mask again — to help carry a group of frightened, foolish mortals toward a destiny they neither understand nor deserve. I'll include myself under frightened and foolish, too.   My Hope and faith in this party falter — and so does my understanding of the role I’m meant to play for them.   Be myself, I'm reminded on loop now. But what if I give up on them? What if they dismiss me first?   What then?   — Kiíellièn

**Psychic Paper** (Written in the Queen's French) "How and what did you do when you are forced to work alongside someone who hold no respect for you? - Kii"   (Written in the Queen's French) **Part One of Two, a stolen quiet moment of reflection when Ildris and Kiiellien drop their ancestors off in the Cindercleft.** Weird. Confusing. Scary. Naïve. Ditzy. Aloof. A zealous loon. A riddler of prophetic nonsense.   Deemed best hidden away from prying eyes — for my safety, of course.   Weird. Unique and lively may be the more accurate description, but weird I’ll wear with pride. I’m far too old not to notice the growing resentment disguised as concern from certain members of this “team." A young tiefling girl named Jubilee — an intriguing little cutie — helped keep watch today. She showed no sign of conflict or prejudice toward me or Ildris. No hostility. Just curiosity. She had questions, and I answered them with grace. But apparently, that was too much.   Gidget told her I spoke in riddles, that I was a prophetic weirdo to be ignored essentially. All I said — in essence — was:   “See the Keepers as a good omen, not harbingers of doom. We’re a sign from the gods that Beaumont still has the strength to fight.”   That’s what earned me another interruption. Another round of eye rolls and dismissive laughter. Gidget called me “weird” again once asked why I speak like I’m not from here, and later had the gall to pull me aside to advise I be “more cautious” in revealing myself to others. Jubilee asked me about the Keepers — me, directly. I answered honestly alongside Ildris, kindly. Yet somehow, I’m the burden. If that isn’t a lesson in misplaced judgment, I don’t know what is.   Gidget has officially lost my interest. She’s intelligent and eager in fascinating ways, but her belittling, patronizing tone has worn thin. Perhaps she can save her “pro tips” for someone who isn’t four times her age and experience.   No trust. No faith. No listening. My frustration hides beneath a well-practiced mask of aloof grace — but I’m reading them all, as I always do. Reading people is my favorite superpower. And my conclusions… are growing.   We found so many blessings today. And yet, I’m consumed by a deep, gnawing discontent.   It began with a blessed middle finger — deepening the tie to my girl Lux and her timeline. Then came Ildris, breaking and mending my stupid heart in the same breath, his arm slung around me in weary pain.   There was even an extremely bizarre naked man dancing before the college windows — that image still refuses to leave my mind — and Silas, clever as ever, saved another soul from the BRN.   A young girl found her way back to a childhood she'll never get to know. While another emerged with a gift of ash that brought a daydreamy smile to a weary face. We uncovered books, gadgets, spells, and secrets — relics lined with rare materials.   And yet, I can find no comfort of joy in all of these blessings. Not after what we found next.   One of our ancestors. Desecrated. Transformed into an abomination of horror. Tortured for thousands of years — his heart burned, his pain suspended in a twisted, mangled body, kept alive in order to steal the knowledge worth dying for.   And still… he kept them. He held his oath, just as Ildris did.   He was tormented so cruelly that the memory of his family became nothing but a faint glimmer in his shattered mind.   If love and loyalty like that are the marks of a Keeper, then perhaps I’ve been one all along. Because what I saw... that same devotion in them — in Ildris, in Zha’kar — and I hold the same.   When I heard his cries, his begging for death, I couldn’t stand by. Xhoya scolded me, and I don’t blame her. She doesn’t see me yet. Not truly. I know I am weird because even Xhoya confirms with her silent judgements... so perhaps I can find forgiveness for Gidget. But not yet...   If Xhoya could understand, she would see and know that I couldn’t let him suffer alone. I'd let the flames take me too. I burned with him. I shared what pain I could. And, I do not regret it — not even with the blistered skin to prove it.   If I could have taken more of his agony from him, I would have. That would’ve been my honor. Thank you once more, Ildris, for your quick and ever clever thinking. He saved our kin...   I do this; because I love my people. Because I was trained — shaped — to bear what others cannot.   Few here will ever understand that. Few still will even try.   Only one truly might — the one who sits beside me now, silent, contemplative. Together, we stare at the freed remains of our ancestor, knowing we helped him find some peace.   Two men, soon to reunite with their families at last. Both consumed not by vengeance, but by love.   Ildris took my pain again today. Lux's too. And now shares this mans pain with me once more. He comforts, suppresses, and asks — so quietly — for nothing more than for me to help him find his wife and child. I promised him I would. I’ll die to keep that promise. He deserves no less.   So I’ll stop looking at him selfishly. He’s my friend — and I owe him more than I can count.   Still… I feel angry. Angry, and lost to my purpose here in Beaumont. What am I meant to be to these companions? To the gods? To myself?   Jaded, I refuse to be. So I’ll wear the mask they’ve given me — the ditzy, eccentric fool. I’ll play along.   For now.   I’ll push it all down until I can see the path clearly again. Until I can listen to my goddess without the noise.   Aloof. Weird. Ditzy. Unassuming. Maybe they’re right.   What am I even doing here?   — K.

**Psychic Paper**   (Written in the Queen's French) This has only just begun, and the strain grows heavier with every breath. I suppose it’s true—like mother, like daughter.   I became a surgeon today.   We expected to be attacked, but I doubt anyone ever truly anticipates the weight of consequence when it hits—swift and merciless as a train. Still, we made the right decision. Our detour to the magic college of Chilicerea came after Gidget’s tinkering uncovered troubling properties in those vile creations known as blast cans. They’re poisoning people—overdosing those without innate magic, and suppressing it in those who have it. This place where the malicious reality of this worlds unraveling slapped me like I the other woman.   Where, the cruelty of people met us head-on.   Lux was mangled. Gidget and I shot... --Nearly lost Gidget, if not for Jaxion’s healing. Lux… The weapon used against her was a dagger laced with time magic—an abomination, mocking Blink herself. It wasn’t hers; it was pretending to be. The pulse and burn I felt upon touching it was “cute” display of control. Blink is a master weaver not a controlling mistress. I can’t stop wondering, though—who among the Deremitru was once close enough to Blink, wrapped up in her ways to manipulate such power? And Lux’s wound, she said, was “a lesson in no going back.” Harsh as ever but hardly unexpected. My hopes of reversing the damage faded with those words.   Still, we ran. We worked. We fought to fix her. As a unit, a team. The support the rest of the party provided is what kept Lux alive. Bless these people who selflessly run towards the fire to save a life. I hope they all know how wonderful they are... we rushed her to the medical ward, where Silas and I performed surgery to reattach her fingers.   My parents—dark and light. Never to part. A perfect pendulum of balance. After darkness, light will always follow… as my father did my mother. So, before I let the shadows of this story swallow the limelight of this tale, let me honor the good: Gidget’s curiosity sparked Ildris’ insight, leading to breakthroughs on the blast cans. Echo shielded me—something that touched me more deeply than I expected. Jaxion found a tool for Gidget to keep us safe, and Echo wrestled control of the enemy bots, letting us capture the leader of this pathetic group. Together, our synergy kept Gamby, Xhoya, and Ildris unharmed. The knowledge the precured was worth bleeding for.   And yes—we made it to the ward.   In a dark room with no doctors, only faith and a training medical video to guide us, Silas and I successfully reattached three of Lux’s four fingers. His nimble hands were godsends. The fourth finger… its fate is uncertain. One-third chance of amputation, one-third chance of never bending again, one-third chance of full recovery. I’ll hold hope as long as I can for the third timeline to reveal itself.   I won’t pretend otherwise—I’m exhausted. But pain, in Blink’s fashion, never comes alone. Still, there is grace among the ashes: I’ve been accepted into the College of Time. Momma C, I hope this brings you pride. While moments passed in Beaumont, I endured a year under Blink’s direct tutelage. My honor deepens beyond measure. Blink has gifted me again. Ildris was my first thread—one I both intimately share with and covet from him. Lux is now my second. She too must never know. Thank you, Blink. The weight is immense, but my devotion to them, too you, is absolute. I look upon the diamond laced threads that connect Ildris to my wings and Lux to my hand, and I swear—I will protect them with my very life.   And Blink… don’t think I missed the humor of your choice. The middle finger—truly, touché.   Lux is stirring now. Whimpering in her sleep. I should be at her side—before she wakes, and before exhaustion claims me first. Sleep may elude us both tonight.

**Psychic Paper**     (Written in the Queen's French) **This journal is the ride right before they reached the school and got into a fight.** Well—another day and night I’m thankful for eased pain and meditative sleep.   We traded the comfort of the Cindy for sweet Lady Peyetier—impressively fast, yet utterly cold. Xhoya gave me another of her famous baffled looks, the kind I’ve grown quite fond of, as I couldn’t help gushing over our lovely new beetle companion. I told her once that I’d speak to Peyetier the next time we met, and I kept my promise. It’s rather endearing how fond Peyetier is of Xhoya—she practically hums with pride when Xhoya’s near. After a brief warning to hold on tight, Ildris secured our gear, strapped us in, and off we went. The wind rushed past as Peyetier’s buggy legs clung effortlessly to the sheer mountainside. Watching her climb felt like riding inside a heartbeat—steady, strong, and thrilling. I really should ask Xhoya what Peyetier’s favorite snack is. A creature that noble deserves proper tribute.   Our original plan to head straight to the Ash Site took an unexpected turn… toward a college of destructive magics. What could possibly go wrong, right? Still, if it helps Ildris understand Gidget’s discovery about the poison and tainted magic hidden within every new can, then it’s worth the detour. And truthfully, it made sense for safety’s sake; this route takes us further from the sort of people we’d rather not encounter. Poor, inquisitive Gidget nearly froze her fingers off in the name of knowledge. I was almost a potted plant before my time, and Lux somehow managed to gain more controlled power. All this from experimenting with how much magic we allowed a single canister to exude.   I can only imagine the things brilliant Ildris will uncover next.   For now, I’ll hunker down and enjoy watching the curious minds around me fiddle with their dangerous toys. Reminds me of watching my brother... and Echo’s brand of helpful indifference is—oddly endearing. It makes for great entertainment while I rest and prepare to make tomorrow our bitch.   Chilicerea, here we come.

**Psychic Paper ** "My purpose has grown far greater than I thought, and I knew it would be huge. I have found one of our people, the fight here will be long but worth it. All my love. Kii"     (Written in the Queen's French) : Frostbreak 2, 9999 I’m not sure if I should be jumping to attention or if I should feel alright resting as I am today. Maybe both. I think I’ll learn to cherish days like this — the quiet ones — since it’s only a matter of time before we face the real world beyond these sheltered walls.   We work to stave off the anxiety of waiting for tomorrow… as we wait for Nightshade. Whoever or whatever that may turn out to be. We gathered everything in sight — packed it all into the invisible Cindy, our determined new home on mechanical legs. Hopefully, once our peculiar little family settles in, she’ll start to feel like our own.   Silas was so diligent, crafting each of us our own “bug-out” bags, as he called them, along with field kits. I truly enjoy his company — such a sharp little feline. His mind could outwit most generals.   And Xhoya… truly awe-inspiring. I think she’d become Careo’s favorite assistant if he could meet her. That bright, quick mind of hers — curious, unpredictable, always humming with thought — even gave Z3RO pause. She’s remarkable for someone so young. I’ll have to approach her delicately if I’m to earn her trust. She’s cautious — rightfully so. Still, I wonder… how old is she, really? A teenager, perhaps?   I digress. My restless mind always wanders — exhausting and tedious as ever. So today, I think I’ll declare myself officially insane and revel in this false, fleeting peace.   I’ve been hiding from the others. And, oddly enough, I feel more myself for it. No one seems to share my fondness for the pool, so I’ve resigned myself to sweating my troubles out alone.   Still, my thoughts circle back to Blink. Not only did she call me out — she gave me my first thread assignment. My first timeline to nurture and protect. And she chose for it to connect me to Ildris. To bring him where the cat will go.   Silas will get word from Z3RO tomorrow. Then I’ll know where we’re headed. I understand the gravity of this responsibility, though I suspect I still don’t grasp what it will mean for my faith — or my loyalty to Time herself.   This bond is strange, sacred in its secrecy. He mustn’t know what I hold of him. It’s a strange feeling — to hold someone’s time. I wonder what the true significance is in being a Keeper. If Ildris is the standard… then I have much soul-searching ahead of me to be worthy of the same title. Luckily, I’m up for it.   I’ll admit — it felt a little silly. But I don’t care. Claiming two wolves as my personal guard felt good — a small piece of home I’m happy to preserve.   Lux — my newest friend, my fiery wolf — is an absolute honor to have at my side. And Ildris, ever the mystery, my Left Hand — the Princess’ First Wolf. The knighting felt right, a tradition worth keeping. Since his timeline now rests in my care, keeping him close feels both comforting and wise. He reminds me of home… perhaps because he’s Avariel, perhaps because he’s him.   Lux, of course, was adorably jealous — heartbreakingly so. I should have acknowledged her wish to be my close friend sooner. Being a wolf by nature, full of laughter and loyalty, it only felt right to make her my Right Hand. Now, with both by my side, I have two souls I would gladly protect with my final breath — and perhaps, a friend whose eventual loss I already know will ache deeply. Still… a blessing worth the pain.   I flipped my feather — my wing color changer — today, marking my promise as Keeper. These will be the wings Sanctuary Inc. comes to recognize. And for the record — no, Gambit, it is not a sign of pregnancy. The nerve of that thick-headed dolt. Absolutely ridiculous.   On brighter notes — I donated the structure of my teeth so Echo could have his own mouth! Gidget, bless her, had never done anything like it but didn’t hesitate for a second. She built him a mouth modeled after some man named Flint Westwood — handsome, I’ll admit. Ildris helped power it, giving Echo the ability to eat. Bit by bit, he’s becoming more human. Jaxion will need to see him for that, not for his "programming".   Still, I can’t stop thinking about what I saw — not just from Blink, but from what Ildris and Lux created together. They reached an entire world of people.   I should learn how to help with the next… stream? Post? Tweeter? Gods, I need Lux to explain it again. Whatever tomorrow brings, it’ll be busy — and the road will be calling our names soon enough. Especially if Jaxion’s impatience has anything to say about it.   xoxo

**Psychic Paper** "Thank you to the incredible women who raised, molded, and shaped no bitch. Love Kii"   (Written in the Queen's French) Blink woke me up today. She told me, “I didn’t raise no bitch,” and said I wasn’t acting like myself. That hurt. Because she’s right — I’m not hope. But I don’t want to stop being hopeful.   I think being playful — forcing that smile — is how I cope. I’m not ready to give that up yet. But I know why I’m here. I was sent to lead a people. A ruler, I am.   Unfortunately, four hundred years of good intentions sit uneasily over the party. Especially with Gidget. She calls me Princess — not kindly, but with that condescending bite. Still, she's finding out, she’s been the most respectful in addressing me by title, even if she refuses to accept the weight behind it.   Nicknames should be earned, not forced.   She says, “Be yourself.” And yet, when I show my true self to those who claim to accept me, I’m told to step back into the shadows. I need to find a way to show them that a ruler — no, a leader — lays down their life for a nation not their own.   That does not mean I’m eager to fulfill that promise. All life — mine included — abides by Rule Number One:   Don’t die.   “Be myself.” But if I am bold — if I am as certain and commanding as I can be — I might tear the threads that bind us. I might frighten them. I might create a rift.   Still… be myself.   Maybe the speech I’ve written will help them see. A good ruler is a team player. One who grows with their people. One who doesn’t claim glory, but gives their back to lift others higher. Even if daddy pretends to live for the praises of a king… we all know better.   I miss them — my family. But perhaps that’s not a luxury I deserve, not when so many are missing their families while they rest in Auntie Rishi’s care. Let’s hope none of them wander too close to Mother Aey’s company. May they love the hunt as much as she does.   Still, secretly — I miss them...   But there’s no time to spiral down that rabbit hole. Not yet. Those answers must come slowly. For now — my speech. I’ve read it over and over. I’m ready to seek approval from my people. Xhoya worked tirelessly on my mask; I’ll begin with her. And I’ll end with Lux. She’s poured her soul into making this Sanctuary Inc. performance perfect — down to the last stitch of my outfit. Mother Cestus, bless these girls with abundance. They’ve earned it a hundred times over. I’m nervous. Lux has done so much to bring our stage to life. I’d better help her — and practice more. Once more, thank you, Ildris, for making me a Keeper. I hope I do him proud — and all my brethren here.   May luck grace Sanctuary Inc. Please… don’t let me let them down. Amen.   ~~~ We did it. We reached them all — or at least enough to ignite the first spark of hope… and fight. To remind them that no one has the right to declare them finished, broken, or too weak to rise again. To think for themselves. Because, their lives are worth every ounce of resistance they can muster — every kickback they can throw against the Deremitru.   How can I not see you, Ildris? How can you be this strong? You astonish me at every turn. You’re a living testament to what our people once were — what we still are.   How can I ask you to follow me, knowing you deserve more — more respect, more peace? You spoke of your family again today…   Blink, when the time is right, could he have a glimpse of what’s to come? If only he could see his legacy. I don’t want to hurt him, but he deserves something magnificent. Until that blessing comes from the gods themselves, I will offer what comfort I can — a listener, a friend, a steady heart.   He made Sanctuary Inc. public today. We are uniting.   My debt grows.

(Written in the Queens French) I know my words are right. I know there was nothing we could’ve done. I know what I told Jaxion was true — that finding a little joy in the face of doom is not foolishness, but strength and sanity.   And yet… I still feel the guilt tattooed across his face. Stabbing at my heart.   The victory I once felt so certain of now feels hollow—annihilated. The Deremitru stole the win we thought we’d earned. They claimed millions of lives across Beaumont, turning cities into graves. Whole cities—filled with delicate, irreplaceable lives—gone.   These people may not be mine, but I cannot stand idle while hearts are silenced. My conviction has been reborn—fierce and unyielding.   Aunt Rishi, I pray you guide the souls of Beaumont’s senselessly slain with a gentle hand. To my gods, please bring peace to these people. Let our message take root—planting seeds of Hope and endurance.   ~~~   Sleep was no one’s friend. We’ve all been glued to the constant stream of news about the attacks and the scattered relief efforts. Continental shores, borders, even neighborhoods—everything shutting down. The BRN has stepped forward to “manage” the crisis, and though they pretend to be saviors, it all feels far too convenient.   Through the haze of destruction, my group stands firm. Bantering, theorizing—reminding each other that unity is our lifeline. When minds join, truth follows.   We can’t undo what was stolen, but we can help those left lost in the wake.   Through every conversation, our purpose sharpens. We’ve chosen to become an anonymous shadow corporation.   We, are Sanctuary Inc.   ~~~   Now these zealous criminals have the gall to hijack communications? Their message overtook the airwaves—poison dressed as prophecy. They preach that we live on borrowed time, that the world belongs to them, that the end is written. As if they could ever touch the will of the gods.   Their arrogance is nauseating… and it’s the spark we needed.   Sanctuary Inc. will move. Tonight. We will fight with truth and restore Hope to the hearts that remain. We will teach people to think, to question, to defy the voices that would see them broken.   The Deremitru had better say their final prayers. To threaten in my goddess’s name—to twist the divine into cruelty—is unforgivable. They will rue the moment they took lives that were never theirs to claim.   These sick fucks will be stopped. I swear it. They’ve awoken my wolf.   ~~~   I keep trying to write the words for our broadcast, but my mind won't stop replaying the words that inspired it:   “We are the Deremitru. Destined by the gods of old. Ordained to stop time… and end all life alongside it.”   Ordained to stop time... Blink would never allow that. Not by anyone but her own hands.   She allowed them to flee the fires—is that not enough proof she's not a monster? Do they revere her, or resent her? Is their true goal to leave the masses broken, suppressed, and dying so they have free reign to plot the murder of Time herself? The thought both haunts and infuriates me. If that’s their intent, then I’ll let that fury fuel my words when I speak—to shake Beaumont back into the fight.   ~~~   And amidst all this chaos, a spark of good news. Little Bug and her big brain have done it again.   Leave it to Xhoya to reach Z3RO himself.   If he isn’t impressed, I will be enough for all of us! I can’t give her a normal childhood, but maybe I can give her pieces of it—moments of discovery, laughter, something to remind her she’s still young.   Her boldness paid off. A beautiful and rare moment, I should remind her of often. Z3RO rewarded her and gave us new instructions: wait for Nightshade in two days’ time. Then, with a sweep of their strange magic, they erased the house from existence.   It reminded me of Ildris’ magic—eerily similar. Confirmed from his own mouth. My conspiracy board grows by the hour. Could Z3RO have a cube? Could they be a Keeper? I will, find that thread’s end.   And Ildris… stars above. He managed to learn the spell himself, cloaking not just the house but our vehicles, our tech, and even us. We’ve vanished—perfectly hidden, like ghosts.   Now Sanctuary Inc. can post anonymously, countering every blasphemous word the Deremitru spew.   Thank you, gods, for sending one of your best.   Little Bug’s brilliant move gave us new direction. We’re waiting for Nightshade—whoever, or whatever, that may be. I could tell he saw our potential, even if he’d rather not admit it. Following the thread to the Ash Site will reveal far more, I’m sure.   Even that brief encounter with Z3RO was enough to intrigue me further. The house is erased from existence, but not reality—what a paradox. And Ildris… ugh, Ildris. He not only understood the spell, but refined it. If it can be hidden, he’ll find a way to make it vanish. He’s… something.   I must focus. I can’t let poor Lux shoulder the broadcast alone. Back to work.   ~~~   I remain poised, resolute, and devoted to my duty. But Blink— I’m terrified.   Terrified that my passion won’t be enough. That my leadership will falter. That I’ll fail three nations—mine included.   Is this how you feel, watching us—your volatile, impossible creations?   If so, then perhaps that’s the key. To take the pain I feel and wield it as you do—to turn it into resolution for those who follow.   Later tonight, I’ll speak to the remnants of Beaumont as the voice of Sanctuary Inc.   May my words be yours, Blink. May my resolve steady their hearts. And please—help me make this team proud to stand beside me.   Long live, and thrive, Sanctuary Inc.   I need a moment to breathe, to clear my mind. Maybe… I’ll be selfish, and ask Ildris for a moment of his time.

**Psychic Paper** “The gods prevail n so do we!! Im havin sooome much needed let loose fun at a festival its sooo nice you know??kinda makes me homesick too. been nonstp savd a super old hottie shhh dont tell Ech”   (Written in the Queen's French) : Before the festival the night of Dromstrath 40, 9998 All I have to say is: thank you gods for flexing on Beaumont.   “The proof is in the puddin’,” as Papa Ruth always says.   Prayers win out again! It also seems you’ve twisted young Xhoya’s face into that priceless look of confused disbelief. For someone so close to her god, she has surprisingly little faith in the abilities they possess. Perhaps that’s unfair — not a lack of faith, but of full understanding of the divine she so fearlessly dances with.   Gambit doesn’t look incredible or healthy by any stretch of the imagination, but he can move — and he’s alive. With each check from Xhoya, he improves. The miracle you performed will not be in vain. It will be your spark of revival here, reaching billions — and for such a worthy man. Gambit is worth saving. He’s special, part of this strange, chosen band of unlikely souls. Isn’t that how it always begins when a world needs saving? How lucky I am, to stand at the start of another epic adventure.   Hope—hold on tight for the ride. Or rather, let me hold on to you, while you tear through this forest.   We’ve packed up and are headed back to Glasten’s Landing. According to their customs, it’s the day they welcome the new year. A little late for A’shari, but I’m grateful I won’t miss the celebration.   And you know what? Dammit, we deserve a little victory fun.   We saved millions. We freed slaves. And faith itself sparked anew to save a life.   I’m going to make these people open up and celebrate. If the stories told by those who built my world taught me anything, it’s that joy is sacred — that shared laughter and light can thrive even through the trauma of fighting an ending world. So, in honor of all my parents—tonight, I will live. I will dance, laugh, and capture the memories in photos galore, to remember forever.

**Psychic Paper ** "My purpose has grown far greater than I thought, and I knew it would be huge. I have found one of our people, the fight here will be long but worth it. All my love. Kii"     (Written in The Queens French) Early hours of Dromstrath 39, 9998 Why did any of this happen? Why must I sit here in odd numbness, like suffocating under ice? Helpless I stare at Gambit who looks like the ugly side of death and the averial he gave his livelihood for. I fear I let my fear show. Seeing this man, my kin, locked away and being drained. Like a feeding bag. The expectations I face, the reality of my role here for a country I know no love for yet. The pressure is... overwhelming. Yet I smile and calmly gaze upon the party I keep like I have everything under control. I wish I knew what that felt like in for this situation, because faking is all I can muster right now. This battle was won but I have officially allowed the full reality to sink in. I won't claim full naivety but when you're urged to be the mouth piece of a movement that will help revolutionize an entire world... I'll give myself grace but I must move past the denial shock and accept the difficult path laid for me. The future moments that swirl around me like taunting fae are so muddy I can only pray my timing is correct and I move forward with the chosen beside me, to lead them in saving their world.   Focusing on the millions we saved instead of the dire situation in front of me and the one that plagues my mind so heavily. Remind myself that Hope can be found even in the seemingly impossible places. We found the slaved dragonborn, helping save nearly all of those we found. I pray that the peace the lost find with Auntie Rishi is beyond their wildest dreams. The once were people who enslaved these poor dragonborn, and one of my own, were no longer people. They were husks worn by heinous cloaks made from controlling barbed tentacles buried into their bodies. Confirmed insanity by the old world cult known as the Deremitru. These by gone people survived the second burning and are hell bent to fulfill what they believe to be the gods will. To destroy this fought for land like theirs before. Why did this group of people commit to the doomsday ideology while the others continued to grow, thrive, and emerge victorious after coming back to the surface? And what the hell is this thing they were trying to release. It was said to be alive and begging for death by... Ildris Highwater.   Goodness my mind, my emotions. He is the great and then some grandfather of our Tahlia. He had a family, he had children... a wife? He gave it all up to protect us.... If my mind wasn't reeling enough already... I watched my used and abused elder come back from a decrepit old man to a life filled, young, man. He isn't from this time. He is from a time when Blink and Rishi burned their world and their people crawled back from the ground to restart. He gave his life and essence so this world would have a chance... I'm not sure how to feel about my reaction to his torture or to finding him but I know the love that runs strong through my blood for my people, fully and unconditionally extending to them here too. Something this man and I have in common I suppose. The moment I saw his weakened, nearly destroyed state. Something inside of me snapped. I did everything I could to make him comfortable, hearing his final words but then Gambit. Gambit.... he gave his everything to fulfil his purpose. To bring me to this averial. But to die for this cause? To be shooed away for "man talk"... I have again decided that I love to be be in the dark but not when it comes to the plans held. Or prophecies or... I am sorry Veritas, I am sorry my goddess. I know in the perfect moment, all will be revealed and until then I will patiently watch and wait. I will keep these two men in front of me safe it it means my life.   I'm exhausted but I'd better check on the others. I have an extra thank you to give my girl in wolfs fur. Truth, is a powerful tool and today I found out so is a following. Lux proved my point and showed what faith can do. Xhoya was perplexed but she said his condition of inevitable death was reversing. Thank you my precious gods, my prayers shall be drippy tonight. They've begun the arduous task creating decoys, I know I won't be of much help but I think the company may ease...   ...no. Who am I kidding?

(All the things written in the Queen's French)   I can't focus on anything but pain. I want to punch Jaxion's impatience in the mouth and I have to talk to fucking mites. Gross.   Ugh. I know my anger is misplaced. My anger should focus on whoever is bringing such distress to my goddess. Blink, my body is yours. Please find solace.   Writing helped me center this rage.   I'll work on my meditative breathing and listen intently to the dragonborn's words.   I'll do my best to remember my calm for you, Blink.   ~~~ We go into the mountain after the Deremitru within hours. Watch over us all.

(All the things written in the Queen's French) *Psychic Paper* "Careo, this place is your wildest dreams. It is full of confusing technology. When its safe, I hope to bring you to see. I love you all. Miss you. Love always, Kii"   Never a dull moment. I didn't imagine I'd be looking for a little more normalcy. I ended my night in an oddly relieving way. I took the courage bomb Gambit threw at my face and let my wings hang out while we waited for Jaxion. Relief, because even though my newest secret boldly remained out my greatest threat only rolled his eyes and gained a new stress wrinkle. I'd say I was surprised, and perhaps a percent of me was; but, something told me there is a lot more to Jaxion then just BRN. I soothed his nerves with a glass of my good stuff and a bonding night we did have. I should have brought more than four flasks and a wineskin. Oh well, Jaxion is good in my book and I will help him realize himself. He is a talented musician, a soldier by push not desire. Though he is a good soldier, I think its a title that has smothered this man from his full potential. If my purpose from Gambit proves as big as I believe, I need this team to realize their full potential. Each of these people are incredible and I can see your design with them Blink. I need them to realize that we all have a huge purpose in this now, I hope I can help their confidence... Jaxion confided in me. Telling me he gave harsh judgement to a few men who broke into his home. He expressed he has sisters and he'd do anything for them. In so many words. He showed no remorse for his action, stating his neighborhood was safe now. I don't blame him, my family isn't blameless for tough punishment. Seems the BRN broke him out of prison much earlier than he'd be expected to. Cashing in on his, skills. Fuckin' BRN. Anyway we ended the night with an incredible jam session and some encouragement to hopefully bring Jaxions thoughts, independent thoughts forward.   I was able to get a meditative sleep in before the screams of Xhoya nearly made me lose my feathers. Luckily, they were shrills of excitement. Gambit gave her peace to sleep and her intelligence went to work. Her mind is so, awesome. I worry it will keep her from being a child. I made her go out and make a snow angel with me. She seemed less than thrilled at first but I don't think she'd say she regretted it. Stupid backpack. I'm not pleased with the amount of serious this group holds on to... Not that I don't understand but the stories of my parents cant help but ring as warning in my ears. I can't help but worry we will soon be in a life of serious... I can't let that consume this group. When mom has recanted on the darker days, rarely, the change in her face alone is enough to fear for our fated situation. Let me not lose hope.   Xhoya got to work on sketches of the cube. She figured out that these cubes are amplifiers. Confirming, no completing my own theories. It manipulates and craves magic but possesses none of its own. Along with Silas, Gidget, and Echo the four of them completed our blueprints for our newest plan to create decoy cubes to confuse the Gazelle. I started my promise to Gambit and revealed my wings to the rest of the group as well as my purpose, my age, and that I'm clearly not a Beau. Echo and Lux took me in with little problem as I honestly expected and I became a superstars protege, for the second time in my life. Jaxion, well he packed people up and stomped around the house, loudly, until we finally left. His middle name is impatient, I'm sure of it. Off we rode to the lead we got of how to enter the mining mountain. On the hunt for Deremitru. I have Hope we were meant for this battle, this war. Thus, I have Hope we will succeed in our mission. Millions of lives are at stake. We went underground, literally, on illegal streets to avoid watching eyes and instead found Jaxion being said eyes. It was rather comical how often we stopped in order for him to be the worlds best snitch. Pictures and write-ups on his fellow BRN members gambling and enjoying paid company while in uniform. We travelled a bit longer past the gambling city until we met a tiny, desolate town. Only two people even showed their faces. A man we couldn't hardly understand and an inn owner, whom we aptly named Petunia. Fae caught her name. Petunia is a rather kind woman and did provide us with some invaluable information on how to navigate the mines while our very own Jaxion went on his own adventure for further invaluable information. But before I explain his lone wolf trip, there is something rather odd about this town and sweet Petunia. She cleans for the whole town under an odd contract. She isn't allowed to speak of her contract or employer but doesn't realize her words are audibly being retracted? Nor does she realize she teleports to her jobs via objects coming back in completely different outfits and will have recent memories stolen from her, our recent conversations of her, work and employer. I can't help but go on a conspiracy run in my mind. I will put a pin in this board and hope for more information. Her Blinks of time, feel to familiar. Also, this town was a prison... is that something? I'm not sure, but I do know that while Lux and I were having tea with Petunia the rest of our team were making great progress on the EMP and the perfection of Xhoya's new duplicates.   Jaxion scoped out our destination and found the area plagued by rust with one lone hermit. I'm anxious to meet this man. From his description I believe he spoke Draconic. I'm impressed Jaxion had the patience to learn from another he couldn't understand but I suppose it fits his code, "If it has purpose for the mission it will be tolerated." Apparently the washed out look of his armor isn't a new fashion statement but a protective coating that doesn't allow the lands effects to take affect. Goodness, I'm feeling stiff. I hope you're well Blink. I'd better finish quickly and rest. I can't afford a pain day of grump. All of this said, we had full intention to stay with Ms. Petunia in her inn; that was until she revealed that she'd only ever had one other guest. And, he died. Making her establishment at a 100% mortality rate. Once again, I found myself revealing more of myself than desired but I offered us to use Polly's home instead. So off we went to our destination where we slept in my Polly Pocket, inside the Hambergini...   THE ROCKS HAVE BEGUN TO MIGRATE! WE RIDE!

**Psychic Paper * "Sorry MotherAey, I have confirmed that the Brothers have a race of children. I think each. I don't think they'd share but I confirmed. Auks. Love love love you!! Kii" (In the Queens French)   (Also written in the Queens French) My words, my thoughts, my conspiracies, a--ll me again, darlings! Owed all to my lovely new, hopefully soon fast friend Gambit to renew my fiery instincts and stop denying my incredible self. Okay, enough of my happy rebirth into this journals. (writing as myself & not some lost little ditz with daddy issues. (I have an amazing father & a literal perfect god-father. I'm proud of them dammit) OKAY KII GET TO IT!   We were in battle. Though I'm not new to the fight, I will say this was on a different level. And I've fought a fae gumball tree! The metal creations they create for war are mind boggling! Oh, my dear brother, Careo. Not he war part of course. But, if we can ever create peace between lands I will hope to vacation here with you most! Once more, stay focused girl! My mind is racing speaking as myself. My true documentation and experience of these continents for my family, friends, and loyal readers/fans. This world is, nutso on hype juice.   We got to the abandoned base to find it destroyed and billowing smoke. We went cautiously into this mountainous base to be met with carnage rained down by metal creations they call, robots. Metal, mechanical war machines. They took over swiftly according to the men who survived. Rufus, Milly Trout's husband, AKA, "One catch of a man." according to Lux. He told us it felt calculated because the assault was quick and their movements were purposeful. We took out 4 of these, robots, but they took to many lives. My prayers to you, Ereshkigal, to have an easy passage for the newest lives taken. Thank you for the comfort you'll bring to the grieving families & friends... Amen. As forementioned, thankfully, the General Rufus was able to help lead a defensive attack saving 14 of his men. He is honorable and clearly loyally obligated to his duty. Though, I want to give my full trust to him, something stops me. My abacus is still watching him, as well as all faction members of this world. These war machines are nothing to mock. They downed Gidget, after an ass hat poorly imitating my mother abducted, instantly by a four legged robot. Another like it, downed Gambit and Echo, and would have been me too, if not for Gambit. I will think of a way to repay him. Being shot, Sucks! I'll be paying for this wound tomorrow. Damn it, the rush of the day plus my training drowned the pain, but I feel it all now. Blink, may you rest easier as I rest in our pain. The second machine that shot at us at least gave me a cool camera lens. Thank you Gidget! It was after the men Rufus saved. They were saved by a bunker but the engines this attack, destroyed only threatened and took lives. They neared explosion, causing major smoke. Most likely by the deremitru's design. But this ever clever team was able to cool the things thus allowing us to save the living & respect the dead by bringing them home. On top of that, I think Echo may have acquired more info in his special way, though he is rather quiet. I'd like to get to know him a bit better. I feel he feels a little lost and I won't have that. Also, I HATE how Jaxion keeps reminding him he's only his underlings if you will. He seems much more, only confused. Maybe... I don't know.   We rode back down on Cindy, and my mistrust was refueled toward Rufus's tone and words to Jaxion's promotion. Against my heart, my gut wont shut up, so I'll wait patiently. Everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves but I can't help not trusting any of the groups Superiors, besides maybe Gambits. He confirmed our original theory, along with Echo, the Deremitm are all over this place. Multiple insignias found on location. He explained to us that the smoke bastards came in from a portal, billowed smoke in & imploded their mess hall before murdering with bed frames. They used the smoke to their advantage. Then, the machines came in and dominated them. Rufus also gave us his theories. An ancient being, a scorpion that was the size of Countries, 3 countries. It was turned into stone and became the mountain. So we all now believe this cult is trying to reawaken this creature. If they succeed, they'll kill billions, a number I admittingly cannot fathom but I do know, it's a number I refuse to lose. So, we are going to the mines with Rufus, that Rufus, said would possibly get us into the mountain. Where we believe the deremitru base to be housed. We will leave in the morning too, hopefully, end the bullshit they began.   After we got back to the safehouse, I quickly found comfort in Rainwater and whiskey. So many things to process and then here comes mystery man Gambit himself nesting his buns on the bench next to me. Mystery left a little, though, with this visit as he, like I said, reignited my blood reminding me who I am. Giving me the confidence to rule this place. For the good protection of course! I'm taught by the Queen but I'm a daddies girl, what can I say. A good prank and joke goes a long way. Off topic, again. I think I'm still over processing from these days. My subconscious begging to fix the conspiracy board that lives rent free in my head. Gambit graciously gave me answers with little filter. Good enough to start, though I admit it was hard to remember my training to listen and have the right questions ready. He came forth and revealed my mother's worst nightmare. She was wrong. He is the child of Uncle Ip as we are children of Grandmama Iona. I'm taken aback and has only made me have new conspiracies about Xhoya. But that can go on my board for now. I want only her trust. If I'm right, I'll patiently wait for her bravery &/or trust.   Mind blowing, though! He explained his choice to take up the honorable position of The Gambit came with price of his arm and, his unique self. His race is unable to die because Ip can't bear the loss, he loves them clearly. But, The Gambit allows them to move on. They become one with all who bore the title. Relinquishing all of themselves, even the memories of their looks. I can't help but wonder about this. I don't know if Gambit knows it of himself, but I sense a bit of loss being suppressed. Not regret, just loss. I was able to see his past self. I felt honored with all this truthful information. It helps me feel closer to, anyone here honestly. A beautiful race Ip made. He was a handsome man, could have been my brother by looks alone. Now, he's a different but same, same handsome man. I'll be sure to respect him for his centuries and his 22 years of higher calling. He is not a boy. He most certainly knows of me too, bluntly calling me an Asharian. Honest , I feel safe with him. He really is helping me feel less alone. Home sick? forgotten? Not sure. No time to be a baby or overthink it. To tired bigger ducks to fry. But, warm heartedly, this must mean he trusts me in turn; calling me a Gambit as he requested a large favor. Opening up and asking me to be the Averial I am to make the deremitru cheat. Whatever that means? I will have to be briefed before we embark but I will no doubt help him and am oddly excited to put my Queenly training to the test. I pray I do mommas proud. My mother is an incredible women. I admire and look-up to her for many reasons. Especially the way she protects, handles, and cares for our people. It inspires me. So, I will conjure her rule and momma Cadence's platy tongue to do my best by them.   Ah. Whiskey, my favorite. Soothing me, you are. With an invitation to see my Uncles in the morning, he bid....adieu.   Now I sit alone, wings out and right on time... Jaxion!

~Psychic Paper~ "Auntie Cadence. Did you happen to meet a Changeling named Lux? Also, was this an off adventure and can you, breath, candy? Love bunches, Kií" (140/145)       Another day has come and the night will be taking over soon. I feel like I got away from one prison only to be locked into another. I am getting stir crazy. At least the group seems to be getting used to my wings. Having them out is at least a little bit of freedom. I thought writing would help after yet another swim did not. I am ready for these people to get here already and whatever their arrival will bring. If I have to stay locked up in here for much longer I will steal B-Yu and do whatever I can to get out. I bet there is some sort of explosion...   Speak of a miracle. The door just knocked. Xhoya has scurried away more like a cat then Silas. I will follow her and let Mr. Kitty Man take the lead. I will hopefully be back soon to fill in the new details! We are getting out of here!!     ~~~   What an absolute jarring flight of a day. I was correct in my thinking. We're currently riding in Cindy towards an oddly abandoned BRN base to investigate the disappearance of their soldiers but only a few hours ago I was laughing in the face of spice hell itself gaining the title "The Iron gut of Preydrus" and becoming the Queen of scorpions. Lets rewind though. We've gained in party members; and, if our group wasn't randomly paired enough already we gained a BRN member, Jaxion- Sergeant Jaxion... something, something serious pants. He comes in a work-worn, rough-edged tiefling form keeping his hair as tightly wound as his personality. If we're going to keep together, he'll need reminders that his hair can flow any chance it gets, and it should. The second, an actual metal man. He is both metal and man. Both flesh and wires. With an accent that I would describe as a southern drawl. A tone I am partial to. Echo is his name and apparently he is the highest of technology next to the Gazelle. He is incredibly intelligent with a great many odd helpful talents. He is able to scan rooms and communicate with robots, as well as send messages by just, willing it. Though he doesn't say much I think it is because he is to busy taking everything in. Waiting to be asked not just openly expressing; and , he looks like he is observing and learning as child when it comes to the way of the world. I will be excited to watch him bloom. Last but certainly not least, I've gathered to be a very famous artist of some sort. Lux Silvers with the power to gather a crowd and change on a dime to keep herself interested and her fans guessing. She's got a mind behind the persona but the aloof approach to life is quite, heavy. Perhaps I can learn from her to achieve my goals.! Emi Violet, still my greedy, excited heart. If anything, I felt an instant connection and could see us becoming close friends! She graciously WAITED for me, giving me a ride on her Doby. Its so sleek and glorious, with a quiet growl of hidden power. The ride is incredibly smooth, but more incredible is the fame this Doby holds along with Lux. Every stop we made had us acknowledged by many. They asked Lux questions about this and that but the most frequent of those was, "Why or what, are you here, for?" respectively. When she answered the first time with an obvious lie, I figured she's just keeping secretive. When she told the third group a third story I couldn't help but wonder to why she was complicating her stories. She simply replied, "Why nota, man? I'm only trolling them a little. It keeps them talking about me." And she laughed confidently showing me a, feed, that was saturated with the photos and bogus stories she came up with. I couldn't stop myself from joining in on her tomfoolery. The stories I told, memories! Definitely still the highlight of the day.   Our first stop to satisfy the insistent appetite of the Gambit was where I became; Kiíellièn, The Iron gut of Preydrus. This event of hunting and bravery proving feats, Preydrus, does not kid around. If it weren't for Chef Ruth I wouldn't have completed what I did. I scarfed down five of THE spiciest damn fish heart chunks I never thought could exist. I barely powered through but once again little bug surprised us all. She won everything. Let that sink in. The child, won. My eyes and skin wanted to crawl away from my poor decisions, escape to the past before I ate. She ate the every last bite with ease. She enjoyed them. Even the extreme Wyvern heart marinated in capsaicin lava, crowning her the very first, ever, to complete the challenge! I had no idea drow had an immunity to spicy but Xhoya explained her heritage came with this natural ability. The more you know, I guess? Besides the awesome title, we received 25 money and they a got a nifty ring! We then jetted off to the next event which was very ridiculous... Scorpion wrangling. Not only were we invited back next year, we were show stopping. I must say, for how new we all are to one another there is proof in the cumquats. We work well together. Perhaps a tad unconventional but well nevertheless. We came together after I noticed the scorpions were favoring Xhoya. Worried they'd hurt her I tapped into their language to hear them Shouting "One of Us! "over and over while easily being lured to her. This is about the time Jaxion lost his tiny patience (we'll have to have him upgrade to a longer withstanding patience). He began his war on the bugs, biting the heads off multiple of the poor things. In a stroke of mind lightning our group came together to conquer. Though he was attacked, a lot. Jaxion's scare tactics made the bugs listen to my words that no a and myself were their safety. Lies. The ones that were wise to our tricks and tried to run past Echo only got a piece of them removed or swept back to Xhoya by Gidget and Lux. That, is how I became Queen of Scorpions and we won a smoker. 136 Scorpions exactly later, we were headed off to business...   This is when the night took a hard left turn and Jaxion was sought after by grieving women. Seven of them. Millie Trout, Morgana Herb, Tobi Veradehli, and Debby Veradehli all missing their husbands. Delilah Grimball and Kixxy Pixel both missing their sons. Abra. Sollie, she was missing her brother. All of them, BRN soldiers. Each woman hounded the very "hands off" Sergeant for answers to the rumored disappearance of the entire base near by. Which Jaxion soothed by telling them they're likely dead. People are not his forte to put it lightly. If he can learn trust, patience, and the word relax we may make a good team. Don't get me wrong, I don't believe in sugar-coated coma answers, but to only assume and focus on the worst of what could be of what we don't know is short sighted. Where there is a will, there is Hope. And, Hope is what I aimed to spread to these poor ladies. Jaxion reassured that he spoke to his superiors and they confirmed the troops were emergency moved to another base. This calmed the still anxious women but only seeded deeper my mistrust. I don't believe that lie. If it were true, Jaxion wouldn't be so concerned and adamant on going to investigate the abandoned base. Which leads me to where we are now. Travelling inside Cindy towards the stupid base.     P.S. I did get to take a spin on Jaxion's Doby too. Aggressive in comparison to Lux's but I don't mind the raw power. His show offy driving was pretty fun but nothing compares to trolling with Lux.  

I woke feeling rested, but a little unsettled hearing that poor Xhoya had a rather terrifying nightmare. Her nightmare wasn't what was unsettling though. She was warning Gidge that she shouldn't be sleeping near any more windows because sharp shadowy fingers were prodding and playing with her in the night, like a cat with its prey and she was fully awake. For me this is the answer I feared for Xhoya. I truly believe she is being followed or perhaps she, at the very least, is being closely watched. The relaxation I thought we would ease into was short lived as the day unfolded. Xhoya's dream only beginning the ocean of shit we would be finding ourselves willingly diving into. Where to even begin. We didn't pry to hard into the little bug and her foretelling dream right away but the events that made up the day begged for her to reveal more. While Silas gave us a speech of trust while my new favorite little guy B- Yu gave us great service. Treating us to coffee and tea. Something I'll have to keep in mind for my little bug, she said tea helped once to fight off her night time evils. I'll have to look for the right kind when I can... but I'm off topic.   A knock on the door interrupted our very straight forward induction into the BAC by Mr. Kitty Man, one visitor I think we were better off answering. Alas, Silas had more to say regarding watches and the new safety protocol we were needing to follow. (Between Mat and B-Yu we were covered!) All for the good but what that knock brought is what created the shit stew we are swimming in. (If only you could hear my sighs) How do I begin this info dump. How do you unravel, war? Lets start by addressing the un-addressed package that was dropped off by a rather inconspicuous elven youth with silver hair and dressed in snappy street clothes only adding to the confusing puzzle that was the plain package. When I was given the okay and my poor beautiful wings were stuck back into their prison, I swooped both it and the newspaper up and in. The front page bellowed loudly in all capitals; "WAR!' Untrusting of the Artemis Post, I read aloud carefully for all to absorb. It read: Once believed to be a malfunction within the design of the Starfall itself, The Black axel revealed fowl Play after further investigation was recovered from the ships recording black box. It was clear to them that the BRN was responsible for the sabotage and in response to the blatant disregard of treaties, the BAC has declared war against them. It continued to state that the Vox Ultima Would be working swiftly on the clean up and recovery of Shipments that went down with the ship. Cleverly not mentioning the countless lives lost I saw first hand. Is this to avoid panic or was it for some other reason, I'm not fully sure. Last, one iota of relief they offered, an outrageous amount of, in outrageous amounts for, the main culprits capture. The very same made-up brute Agent Dodson fed the world.   But. Why not show the Gazelle himself though? The public should be aware of the true danger. And, he is.   This led to questions and speculations from all of us. Especially after Silas got the package opened... Inside, an ornate decor box with the only piece of writing attached;   "You left this aboard. -G"   A bold taunt from the Gazelle to prove just how in charge he is of this entire situation. There inside was the black box the Post claimed to be in the possession of the BAC. Meaning, he is at least five steps ahead of everyone. Silas took no time at all to get that box plugged into this houses inner workings pulling up the contents within. Unfortunately way above my pay grade of understanding, but watching Mr. Kitty Man work through the towers of code was impressive. I say towers not only because they looked like towers but also, I have a new theory about not only Xhoya but what the significance of them being towers really meant. More on that later though. I may not be good with tech but I hope an inquisitive mind will prove me to be a good honorary BAC member. It took them hours to sort through and hone in on the exact timing from when the Gazelle escaped from Silas and when the Starfall went down. It may have taken another half a day if it wasn't for our little wild card. I swear, I am for more normal past my wings then this little bug yet I'm the scrutinized one! Oh well. She claimed she isn't tech savvy but she saw the hidden path inside the code, claiming it was like artwork. Pointing this out brought together Silas' thoughts and there hidden within the code, a cube. It had intricate details on each face of it. Something in particular about these markings stood out to little bug. It took all the wind out of her sails, sending her recoiling away from the image. A crescent moon shape she recognized from her dream. This is when Xhoya told us the details of her nightmare. This poor girl. It is no wonder she's so on edge if she is plagued with a telling sight and especially if this sight only shows her horror. She explained seeing that crescent moon shape in the ground surrounded by nothing, a colorless void. Yet, what pushed and clawed from the ground out of the crescent were pained faces calling out in anguish. She looked physically ill with fear while she told us. Then tie in the shadows she is seeing... It felt like a confirmation to my earlier question. She's being followed. She referenced "the bad people" and told us she knows them as "the choir." But that begs the question, who is this choir and what really happened to the others who were with her? Were they the last ones to protect her? Who is she and why do they want her? I know they others may only see her as a child, but from the moment I watched her reading the stars I knew there is something more special to this child. I really hope I can help her. Not that a rich mans daughter will be of much help, but I will try my best. She went on to say that this cube was much more dangerous than we could have guessed and she suspected its power could reach as far as even to control souls, including those who had past. She explained her thoughts that the people she saw in her nightmare were being lulled forcefully through this shape. She was also convinced these souls were being tortured. I believe her. I know she has something more to everything, I can feel it. You'd be blind not to see the signs.   Silas said he knew of this box and that there were only three like it. What we had here was the blueprint. He said that he had helped in a case that tracked down illegal arms dealers, that they had been following a magical relic but it was never recovered. After taking a look at the security system, the courier only created more confusion to the puzzle. A elven youth with silver hair wearing not uniform but just normal, stylish, clothing. He came alone, he left alone and only knocked once. Five knocks. Then left. He had nothing else with him, no one with him, and only his own two feet to travel. Suspicious doesn't cut it. Why would a young boy have anything to do with the Gazelle or any of these things related to war? Needless to say, we are feeling under attack and with this little taunt of a box we are feeling watched. We have Mat and B-Yu here to alert us and we were setting up watches to make sure that anything that was watching us couldn't get a leg up when Silas received new orders...   Turns out, headquarters and the higher-ups in the BAC have been compromised but somehow he still had one last order? Why is that he trusts this order knowing that his superiors have been jeopardized? Regardless of my hesitations, I do want to trust Mr. Kitty Man. And, we are swimming in the shit all together. He did well to answer my questions without giving up all his loyalty to the cartel. I can appreciate this. I am convinced he isn't necessarily being targeted because he is Silas but simply because he was the agent placed in this position. He explained that they had been on a months long sting operation to catch the Gazelle and when they finally caught him... he said, it felt to easy. Like the Gazelle had given himself up on purpose, making it look like they had him against a wall. I think his instincts are right on the money as we see what this Cretan is capable of. I know he said the reason they had him on the civilian ship in the first place was not to raise panic but I call bullshit on this. It all falls under the thought that the Gazelle planned this all. A civilian ship filled with a very important shipment of advanced arms? I think Silas is putting a little to much trust in his agency with this excuse but I do not blame him or believe he has anything to do with it. At least I pray he doesn't. He let us know we should be expecting a group of people and that they would be coming within a day or two. He didn't know these people and let us know they were not apart of the BAC. In fact one was supposed to be an unaffiliated holder of a prototype of the cube itself. The other, a BRN member. Why not right? What sort of shit storm would this be if we didn't add the spice of the enemy in there? Right? Enemy is a strong word though if I have a say. This doesn't sit well at all and I firmly believe that the BRN isn't the real bad guys, but that doesn't mean who ever started this didn't seed the mistrust. I suppose we will see how things go when said guest arrive.   Now here is where things continue to get worse. As if everything I wrote wasn't enough. This next tragedy was what sparked little bug to start carrying a shotgun as big as her thigh. I don't want her to have to use it but Mr. Kitty Man was right to do so. The entire house is under lockdown and here we are now sitting ducks behind metal walls while the world around us is getting attacked. My sweet, sweet B-Yu and his soft little alerts led us to the TV. So many lives have been lost. An attack on Alcyon in Cambrial taking down three skyscrapers. One hotel chain building and two business buildings. Lost in an attack like a planned demolition. Xhoya saw him first and before she could express I caught him too. The Gazelle. He was soaring through the air, barely touching the strategic spots of each building and under each touch the crumbled like a sandcastle to a wave. Three towers... just like in the code. Xhoya confirmed that he was a Choir member. I will have to see why she refers to them as such... but I do think she had foresight of this event. She saw the souls that were lost in that moon shape. Does that mean he has one of these cubes? Does that mean that he is taking souls? What sort of horrible object has the power and ability to steal souls like this? All I could think to do, was pray.... I can't keep writing, I need to work off some of this energy. I'm going for a swim. I will write once I have new news, once we are no longer stuck... ugh always stuck lately.

Never underestimate the healing powers of a warm, beautiful home and a comfy leather reclining chair. The bad luck and icy weather almost chilled me into a crotchety old elf. And Silas thought I was going to be the problem! It's been two full days since I last wrote. A lot and not a lot happened. One thing that didn't happen was another attack! Thank the gods! We travelled the cold/hot (so weird) desert coastline, only breaking to allow Gidget a chance to work on Cindy and to eat. Entertainment was offered by Gidget and Silas as they tried to fish, needless to say fish was not on our menu. The meal we did have was provided by Xhoya and oddly tasty, juicy bugs made special by our little enigma. Another first for this girl. Daddy would be appalled if he knew his spawn had eaten bugs. Just another nail in the coffin of our dead relationship I suppose. The young Xhoya must have an affinity for bugs with her joy and thanks in the meal she made and of course the love she showed Payatier. Perhaps when we become closer I can call her my little bug.   We walked by day and traveled on Payatier by night. I cant help but be fascinated by Xhoya. She delighted in the stars and spoke a little of reading them. She said they told her we were on the right track. I believed her then and was not disappointed. She wasn't wrong. We found ourselves in what I assume is the old abandoned side of Ellisbeth. The eerie, lonely feeling that accompanied the trees, the roads, the homes; it felt like an unwanted hug. We came to one dilapidated house that had no windows or doors left. It looked as if it was only standing to spite Nepitha herself. We gave all of these homes a wide birth after we heard the haunting ghostly lullaby trying to seduce us to dance down its hallways of the past. It goes without saying, it was a hard pass for all of us; and, as if we needed more of a reason to leave the dead in peace the doorless house slammed its doors in tantrum. We high tailed through the rest of the forgotten town to find the thriving and full of life city, Ellisbeth. Spunky Gidget got great ideas feeling renewed after seeing lights and the paved roads. She pulled us into an ice cream shoppe, stating, "After the shit we've been through, the least we deserve is a late night sweet treat." Or something like that. She is full of life and spunk. I know I said that before but, it's the word for her. It fits. I can't say I didn't agree; and maybe the poor snarky teenaged elf would have agreed too if he knew. That certainly wasn't the vibe he gave though. Oh well, he was getting paid, if he was so unhappy more motivation to move up and on. Or, that's what dad would say. We left Raskin Bobins with our ice cream, I got some called Blue Ribbon something or other, it could easily match Ruth's. Which has impressed me! I will gladly partake again. Mr. Kitty Man seemed to tolerate our side quest, but was quickly back on his little mapping device ushering us quickly to a secluded upper class neighborhood.   The homes stood tall with pride, each beautiful and unique with manicured yards that gave plenty of privacy and respect for the people who inhabited there. To set the desired scene, they were placed against a pristine, picturesque lake. Tall full grown whispering trees graced the shore line that is so clear it was like a mirror reflecting the beauty that surrounded. When Silas told us our destination was one of these gorgeous homes I couldn't have been happier! It was a small, similar taste to the comforts of home I missed. We came to the front door, holding up behind Silas. A sharp looking blue skinned tiefling was playing the piano and sipping my favored beverage. Whiskey. I know a good whiskey from a mile away. Mr. Kitty Man Spoke all sorts of goofy spy nonsense to the man, Agent Dodson, who gave us outsiders a good once over before inviting us in graciously. Thanks for vouching Mr. Kitty Man! The home isn't as luxurious as some of the others we passed but it wasn't anything to snub your nose at. Just as unique as any of the others, it stands two stories tall, with an underground pool, and did a great job of matching the natural decor it was built within. Subtle wood designs, with large windows to let Kaida shine threw. Vacation lake home, it screamed in your face. After we entered, Agent Dodson gave us free range of the house, which isn't your normal vacation home at all! The amount of gadgets and doodads that came out of the weirdest places, everywhere. Hidden cupboards split the walls, the wallpaper folded up and away like ancient scrolls, the piano sang precise notes that created a light show for Mr. Kitty Man to dance. (still unconvinced that he doesn't have little domestic cat in him). But, as impressive as the transformation was from cozy summer cabin to teched out safe house; what Agent Dodson was able to do was by far the most awesome. He pulled up Silas' wanted poster from one of the odd invisible screens and changed it to some, I assume, random made-up giant, gruesome looking fellow. I think I felt everyone's relief knowing we'd no longer have to worry about being hunted like warmongers. However Mr. Kitty Man explained the truth, I'm thankful his colleague trusted him. Now, after Silas shook his tail around chasing lights, adorable, we are relaxing. Xhoya and I anyhow. I think the other two said they were going to feed Mat his juice in the garage. I think I'll take the time to get to know this young little bug a little better. I find her fascinating.     ~~~   Before I sleep, I had time to talk with Xhoya for a private moment before the other two came in. I have serenaded both Xhoya and Gidget now into their trances using the old black and white sticks but I can't get what Xhoya said out of my head. I accidentally scared her awake and she came at me with heaving breaths and a knife... a teenaged girl shouldn't be this on edge. She explained she was on a sort of a pilgrimage and was once with more people and I asked her, is someone after you and she said, "I don't know." I think she has a lot more on her plate than any young lady should have. I will have to see how I can gently help her way, we have a lot more in common than I thought we could and it may be nice to have kindred friend. Perhaps the gods have brought us together for a reason.

Well. I don't have a clue how to feel or think. Gidget had every right to be panicked. We, were attacked. Turns out whoever The Gazelle works for has truly created war and is trying to pin it on poor Mr. Kitty Man! I've never been so scared in my life. Oh, goodness! And poor, poor Gidget is so distraught. In the attack Cindy was mangled. This giant warring war forged, who called himself Rexor, came after us with force I'd never fathomed. He ripped the leg off and the roof. He treated us like we were the enemy, saying we were harboring a fugitive. He wasn't alone either. I had two scary firsts in this battle. In Gidget's panic, I drove Cindy. I've never drove anything besides my doby, it was nerve wracking but so exhilarating. I am very thankful to these companions of mine, if not for all their quick work and thinking we would possibly be dead. I couldn't see everything they were up to, focused on getting away, but I'm thankful. The next first for me was much more difficult to process. Without a second thought, I shot a person. In the face. A tiger looking war forged named Meeska... But he was ripping into Silas. He was going to kill him. He wanted to kill him... I didn't even hesitate. I wanted with all my heart to keep Silas alive.   I never thought my desire to become famous in this world would start off like this. Somehow, Gidget was able to come to a peace treaty with the giant brute, Rexor. They were not able to get to Silas, thank the gods, but we were told we had to retreat on foot back the way we came. But, our mysterious little lady was able to do a little magical illusion and with the poor broken down Cindy, we got out from under that terrible blinded tiger being's sight. Yeah riddle me that one there. Even though he became an enemy. I'm glad I didn't kill him. We walked with little talking. My mind has been a contradiction. Both racing and shockingly blank. The only good thing that came from that ordeal is that Xhoya found trust in us. At least a little. She is a fascinating young one. We are now travelling upon the coolest bug, a Blackback beetle named Payatier. She is so cute, I love her! She was the glimpse of happy I needed. I'm going to try talking with her for a little! Maybe she will help bring on the trance I need. I hope things can get better from here, I don't want the world to become a warzone while I'm trying to become my dream.

This morning's Sol light was a desperate prayer answered. If the Starfall tragedy wasn't enough to endure as the first introduction to my new world, the bitter sting of Scorpion Pointe was there to freeze the sorrowful terror into my restless thoughts. It's quiet, except for the winter winds howl reminding us who's alpha. But. I hear them still. How could I not? What nightmares must this poor child be plagued by if, I still hear them. Like sharp, abrupt screams from a banshee's stringed quartet accompanying the wild core crushing, crashing percussion of the Starfall's regretful demise. The new haunted soundtrack of my mind. So, welcome to Beaumont. Welcome, Kiíellièn. Welcome to Pægor. There is no turning back now. Remember, you chose to adventure here. To leave the comforts of your small, provided for life, to take on this world and earn a place under this Sol. On this land. So, thank you Beaumont. but, it will take more than that to stop my goals! Even if I have to snuggle with these complete strangers under the protective wing of Princess Toad! I will conquer!   Oh, Gidget is the first to stir it seems.   Maybe she's been awake but it's the first movement from any of them. I'd say it's the new rapid change in temperature the Sol has brought but she's now cooing over a weird group of spiders called Mechs. She is a rather excitable girl. I think Xhoya may also be awake, but pretending to sleep. Pretty sure I saw her eye open. Silas, is, purring! under my cloak. So cute. Little kitty man must enjoy the warm. Such a cat! I think this swelter, what in the crazy swelter, has driven the rest of my party to wake.   ~~~   Well, it seems we have an obvious problem. How are we going to make to the city. Which changed now after Silas received a very strange secret message. So, now we're travelling to Ellisbeth. Such a secretive cat. It seems that I forgot my E.S.B. for Princess Toad, and the group thinks his created form will "freak everyone out." I swear, if all the people I meet are all this scared of my aesthetic, I'm going for an uphill jog. I decided, with heavier heart than I expected, I would send Princess Toad back home. He has been my only friend for so long. Being without him, its a loneliness that feels like a hollowed out pit in a realm of wicked shadows. A weird symbol that I cut off the final tie to home and am now vowed to the pursuit I've decided I wanted so badly. Farewell, Princess Toad. Next time we meet, I'll be on top of it all my best friend.   It looks like Gidget has something to celebrate? A good distraction after a, truly difficult send off.   ~~~   WE ARE IN THE COOLEST MOVING VEHICLE! Let me backtrack! Gidget remembered her E.S.B. unlike the airhead I am. I am so sorry again for forgetting your home. So you to come with me, see all the sights we talked abouts seeing together. I miss you and hope you will be okay at home. But, sad is looking into the past so let me recant the first bit of good luck we've had. Like said, vehicle above! Gidget's excitement was totally warranted. Poor girl must have been a distraught mess in her mind; and who could blame her These three have lost so much in the Blink of hours.   Hmm. I do believe they have become my first fans after an exclusive performance on the Cindercleft. I will care for them as any idol should care for their fans. I want to do all I can, to help their stories heal...   But, anyway. The excitement; which started after I said my farewells. Gidget found Mat!! Not exactly what I expected him to look like but I am eternally grateful for the return of her dear friend. Even if he came back dead and craving juice. She said he'd be okay, so, yay! She searched for his E. S. B. and found another! This huge beast of a vehicle we ride in named The Cindercleft leapt out of its ball! She said it was a loan from her clan the Copper Heart Guild. I will personally thank them for saving us days of travel! We then took the whole of an hour making my arms fall off pushing Mat into Cindy... though. It just dawned on me. Could we, have just, put Mat into Cindy's E.S.B.? I admit, tech isn't my forte and I only have two myself. One for Princess Toad and another for Doby. I never had reason to use the balls let alone try to house swap the two. Huh. Dumb. I'll ask Gidget. Kind of afraid of her answer. For my arms sake.   It seems dull will not be my days following this group. We boarded together, after I snapped my photo of course, and I decided to give a peace offering to the ever inquiring Silas and revealed my home country. Hecil Rámaroitë. I bet they understand more than ever why I didn't want to admit. Since it only made them more scared and suspicious. Especially Xhoya. Ugh. My obsession, from the fated land was a good part of my persona until I was slapped with the warning daddy gave me about my "foolish" dreams. Hard. By others. Why must my fantasy race bring doom?! Ugh!! No matter, I want to be accepted. So I told the truth. I think it helped stop the harassment for now. But, I admit, I do have some questions myself. Maybe now's the time I can befriend little Xhoya. We do have three hours to go. ( Oops, Sorry Gidget for my riveting music!) I do wonder why Xhoya is alone; why she seems so, scared...   Shit! Gidget's cursing up a storm! Somethings wrong...

I never expected for the outside world to be what daddy warned me of. Vicious and full of too many deceitful dangers. Perhaps my eyes were too hungry to set sights on such a wild, wretched monster. Alas, quitters never gain. Besides I have no bridge to cross to take me back home. I incinerated that bridge beyond repair I reckon. Mutilating my body, in daddy's words, and leaving in the dead of night with nothing more than my big dreams and half of the antiques daddy had acquired would do that. I took Princess Toad and we travelled under the sea, where Denna shielded us from prying eye. It was the longest travel we ever got to take together and I wanted to see just was Princess Toad could really do. I had had him all my life and daddy only let me use his sneak boat abilities twice in all that time! Had I known about how fast he was I maybe would have left sooner. I miscalculated just how far our fun took us off course but I think that the fates had wanted me here. Even if it was week under the sea, I seem to arrive places on time.   The first breach of Princess Toad, my first sight of people, falling like haunting shooting stars that have burned a brand into my mind. Perhaps for as long as time goes on. The first airship I get to see in real life in so many years, exploded before I could admire the technology. Bursting, hurling fire charred bodies from its wreckage. Escape pods on a course of meaningless effort, with not a body among their contents. All but one, no; two. Such a tragic sight to behold, so many grievous deaths. May Erishkigal have mercy on their souls. There was regrettably, nothing I could do to help... Princess Toad activated his flight simulators so we could find any sign of life stirring. No one was alive. Nobody's screams made it more than 15ft from the airship and only two of the many escape pods had any intelligence to their flight patterns. A brief feeling of Hope in seeing that first one take off with such incredible precision. Straight out of the falling Star and off in seconds going North, to my right as I was looking West at the carnage. We continued to search for any signs of life when the airship exploded with ear splitting fright and such force the second pod came careening towards Princess Toad and myself. It would have been the end of us; a quick--painful death I'd assume. But, luck was on our side and with impeccable timing the device erupted with a black cloth that gently floated to the sea down below.   After the ships final flight found it in watery grave, there was only the solemn sound of waves splashing, and lapping against the useless metal vessels unused. The sea looked like it had strange flowers strewn over the diamond waters. A strange but invited death tribute to the countless who loss their lives in such a brutal way. Princess Toad was getting extra hot and the flight mechanisms were getting worn out we followed the last added flower to the sea, the only to hold living souls. In my desire to help, I completely forgot about the warnings daddy gave me countless amount of times because I thought it was such an incredibly silly notion. I scared these poor survivors with the persona I wanted to carry to Peagor when I broke out as the next singer of choice. When I saw only three souls peer out of the pod they looked at me like I was the goddess of death herself. They must have hit their heads hard as they went straight to The Peace Keepers lore and the end of times. I hate to admit that daddy was right, but he may have been right when he warned me that people wouldn't get my whole "thing" and would assume I was there to fulfill the logical prophecy. I, am a stubborn girl and firmly believe that the criteria doesn't fit from the books I've read in our library. Either way, I wasn't going to wait any longer. If the world wa--s going to burn then I wouldn't be held captive another day, I was going to live a life! Everyone will bow down and secede the silly stories of old as being truth. And, besides if the world is going to burn, I'd bet money it wasn't the gods but an inside job. Daddy always did teach me that business was ruthless and to never underestimate the lengths people would go to feel powerful in getting what they want. The quality time I got with him, teachings and trainings. Thanks, father!   I digress. The three survivors had been through an ordeal unlike any should endure and I didn't achieve the helping hand I had hoped to extend in the first place, but I was lucky to get a second chance. It took a good amount of talk and silly pinches later before they realized that I was telling them the truth about the altering surgery and they were in fact, still alive. Compliments to the surgeon, his work fooled them but gained more warnings like a broken record echoing over the continent in my fathers words from these strangers mouths. Needless to say, I will be keeping them hidden. For now. I am not stubborn enough to ignore self preservation. I will keep my future props in their case. Sadly it appears that I will have an up-hill battle to make Beaumont realize my vision for the image I want to portrait for my debut. Ah, anyway. After a little convincing to take them with us to safer shores despite my death bringers of feathery doom, I secured the three of them on top of Princess Toad. The three were smart enough to accept my help at least even if the young elf girl is still unconvinced of her untimely un-demise. Nor was she convinced I wasn't the real deal Averial. Xhoya, is her name. She can't be more than a teenager, maybe even a preteen. From the features I was allowed to see, she must come from elven decent and her ears were another good hint. However, her beautiful dark skin reminded me of Sanctuary herself. How unique a girl she must be, I can't say I have seen any her like. She looked on the edge of breaking and I noticed that the more she convinced herself that beautiful death came to collect her the more she calmed down. She is to green to harbor such heavy thoughts and bags under eyes. I couldn't help but nestle her closest to me while we travelled via Princess Toad together. Something in my core wanted me to protect her and let her know she would be okay, to have Hope.   The second female to board was also an Eladrin. Another rarity among the party which is rather exciting! Gidget is her name and she is every bit true to a carefree dutiful oximoron. She struggled with mortality differently upon meeting me. Unlike the inconvincible Xhoya. Gidget really struggled with the idea that her time was finished on these lands. She needed the most convincing that I was not her death nor her doomsday bringer. I know bringing Princess Toad along was bound to cause troubles but how could I leave him behind? He is one of my only friends and was my best option to escape. Besides that, after multiple pinches and pleads I could see her mind was one of a wise woman. With logic and expertise she could clearly see the masterpiece of my newest addition. Asking me impossible questions about their creation. When reason kicked in, she was easy to trust and clearly a woman of a proud tinkers guild. She must have known the third survivor because the banter between the two flowed like old friends and their minds worked easily together, against my apparent bogus story. I should have know I would pass as a wild nomad of a crazy old coo'k of a father.   Silas Alerson, a tabaxi who works for the BlackAxel and is much more perceptive than I'd hoped. Between the three of them, they guessed quickly that I was a higher up's daughter run away. Xhoya still clearly hit her head the hardest because she remains stead in her beliefs about me. It must be his training; and, I will admit my nerves betrayed my ability to paint myself in innocence. Bringing my ties into this would only complicate things. Even with Gidget kindly slowing the rapid fire of questions being flung at me it did little to stop Silas from calling me out.   Some would probably agree with my fathers opinion; that my actions could fall poorly upon my father and his reputation all because I am a spoiled "princess" bored of her want for nothing life. Off to search for the attention she's crying in tantrum for, but they haven't lived my 72 years. (Even if the words my father said may hit the mark a little to closely in ways to painful to face right now.) Once I reassured them that daddy would not be coming for anyone but me and that I would make sure of their safety they agreed to protect me too, in return. The questions finally stopped and we made the rest of the journey in our own thoughts.   Princess Toad brought us all safely to shore. On the grounds known as, Scorpion Point. I had seen a few pictures of this place but there are no words. Books are great but adventures seem to bring fulfilled understanding. Maybe I will make it out here without daddy's help because making it one night in the dead of winter in that climate was enough to test the strongest willed persons resolve. We huddled together for warmth closer than complete strangers would have liked but winters bite, sharpened by the pin-needle winds gave very little option around it. We hugged around a quickly made fire that did very little to heat. I answered a few more of their concerns about how powerful my father was and I successfully avoided having to admit another part to my story. Painful to tell people you don't know the need not worry because I was disowned. No one would be looking for me, meaning, no would find them. I should have thought a little harder before leaving in a huff with only the silly puffed up image of my famous self in my head and the antiques that would only solidify that silly notion. I doubt daddy will appreciate when he finds his library raided of the ancient things. Another reason I wouldn't be going back home.   I had satisfied their questions and was able to pry a little of these new companions. Young Xhoya was only able to stay up for so long before the days events got the best of her. She laid rest some of my own concerns. I found out she was alone, and separated from her parents at the moment, the poor dear. Luckily there weren't aboard the airship, but I still hate the thought of her going through so much alone and so young. She retreated many times into her oversized cloaking clothing and not all because of the cold I think. Maybe she is more similar to me than I think! It is to bad she feels the need to hide away such lovely feature from Kaida. I pray she will find safety and confidence to open up to the world. I'd love to see the full Xhoya under the shadows. She comes off as a smarty pants and I believe I would have a rather riveting conversation with her.   Gidget, a gorgeous fair skinned, pink haired Eladrin elf. Spring themed if I had to guess. Her vibrancy of her hair color matched her personality. She is clearly a quick in the moment thinker. Watching her jump from and land on conclusions was both fun and fascinating; if not a little tiring. She spoke her opinions and good intentions without fear, taking a good hearted leader vibe. She was not quiet about her blame towards Silas either. She was delivering highly precious cargo on the airship and losing it meant she would be losing her promotion. A shipment of brand newly developed arms. She said Silas was the one that helped bring the ship down. A very large decree to through around. She also lamented the loss of her friend taken by the horrible disaster. Mat. May he rest peacefully with the blessing of Erishkigal. My heart felt her pain as she let the nights events really sink into her present timeline. And what that would truly mean for her future. If anything could be said from a stranger on first impressions, I found Gidget to be delightful. Extremely prod of her family and of the guild they belonged to. She subconsciously kept fidgeting and rubbing the patch she wore that must be her guilds crest. I may have even spied a tattoo. That is dedication. It takes one to know another kindred spirit that would do anything for their craft.   Leaving Silas. An adorable oversized housecat of a tabaxi. His grey fur was slightly singed along with the white whiskers protruding from his cute little nose. if it weren't for the expensive tailored suit and all the fancy gadgets he carried with professional responsibility I would have adopted him as my kitty mascot. Captain Crunkles! Sorry Silas if for some reason you see this! Back to my useful observations. His take on everything they experienced was also, quite different from the other two. He was calm and collected. A rational thinker who thinks in the future. The story he told, accompanied by the exact, non-cholent way he went over what had happened at ground zero left little room for doubt that his intentions and recants were truthful and trustworthy. But I can't help but still feel a little need to hide myself from him. Even with his promise to help me and keep my secret. His ties to the military and training as an agent within their operation could be good indicators for my desire to be cautious. That was another thing daddy was keen to inform and warn about. All military and powerful positions were to be questioned and watched closely for your own hide. He explained that he was to escort a captured prisoner to their Paegor headquarters for interrogation purposes. He and Gidget explained he was an advanced warforged robot named The Gazelle. He was far to advanced to belong to any military, a single plasma slit in his face, sleek smooth featureless machine with long clawed like fingertips. The description alone was enough to be frightened but knowing that Silas had his own theories as to its true intentions was what made this escapee terrifying. All the innocent lives it claimed in the name of starting war.   All and all be had, I think luck was rather generous to me this night. Silas spoke of taking us to Copper Coast Commons where we could regroup at his headquarters. He was urgent but collected in his need to get the information back to his cartel. He snuggled in with eerie last words of impending war. Goodnight new friends, thank you for the plethora of things to ponder.

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