Kiíellièn Lithièn

(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"  

**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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