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Me: "It has been a while..."
Buddy: "Since we saw him."
Buddy: "Hello there, Chris."
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbgGxQGd4I4
Buddy: "Since we saw him."
Buddy: "Hello there, Chris."
LMAO
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbgGxQGd4I4
"OBJECTION!! The defense keeps hiding behind Clause Two Hundred Seven as though the law itself personally reached down and absolved the accused!"
"Inquisitor, Clause Two Hundred Seven is presently the law whether you approve of it or not."
"...Kchhm... I am painfully aware of that."
"Then argue the case before you."
"I AM! Clause Two Hundred Seven states that an enchanted object is not considered a hostile magical instrument unless its enchantment is intended to directly cause injury."
"Correct."
"Which is an idiotic distinction."
"Inquisitor."
"IT IS! If I enchant a staircase to disappear beneath someone, apparently the staircase has committed no hostile act because falling was merely an unfortunate consequence!"
"Inquisitor."
"Or perhaps I could enchant someone's trousers to sprint toward a cliff. Perfectly innocent trousers! No direct injury intended!"
"Inquisitor, this court is not convened to hear your grievances with statutory language."
"MY grievance is that whoever wrote it had the foresight of a dimwitted Red Jelly!"
"That will be enough."
"I would like DIMWIT entered as a technical qualification."
"No."
"Very well."
"Return to the matter at hand."
"Gladly. Because the stupidity of Clause Two Hundred Seven is precisely why the accused's argument fails."
"...Explain."
"The defense selectively quotes the first part. An enchanted object must be intended to directly cause injury. Fine. But they CONVENIENTLY NEGLECT the interpretive provision adopted after the Darsen Barn Gate ruling. Aha!"
"The provision concerning foreseeable magical consequence?"
"Exactly! If a caster deliberately creates a magical condition whose ordinary and foreseeable result is bodily harm, the law treats that harm as intended!"
"That provision was introduced to clarify Clause Two Hundred Seven, yes."
"Which means someone else already noticed the law was RIDICULOUS!"
"Inquisitor."
"Grrh... Relevant RIDICULOUSNESS even!"
"Hhr... proceed."
"Inquisitor, Clause Two Hundred Seven is presently the law whether you approve of it or not."
"...Kchhm... I am painfully aware of that."
"Then argue the case before you."
"I AM! Clause Two Hundred Seven states that an enchanted object is not considered a hostile magical instrument unless its enchantment is intended to directly cause injury."
"Correct."
"Which is an idiotic distinction."
"Inquisitor."
"IT IS! If I enchant a staircase to disappear beneath someone, apparently the staircase has committed no hostile act because falling was merely an unfortunate consequence!"
"Inquisitor."
"Or perhaps I could enchant someone's trousers to sprint toward a cliff. Perfectly innocent trousers! No direct injury intended!"
"Inquisitor, this court is not convened to hear your grievances with statutory language."
"MY grievance is that whoever wrote it had the foresight of a dimwitted Red Jelly!"
"That will be enough."
"I would like DIMWIT entered as a technical qualification."
"No."
"Very well."
"Return to the matter at hand."
"Gladly. Because the stupidity of Clause Two Hundred Seven is precisely why the accused's argument fails."
"...Explain."
"The defense selectively quotes the first part. An enchanted object must be intended to directly cause injury. Fine. But they CONVENIENTLY NEGLECT the interpretive provision adopted after the Darsen Barn Gate ruling. Aha!"
"The provision concerning foreseeable magical consequence?"
"Exactly! If a caster deliberately creates a magical condition whose ordinary and foreseeable result is bodily harm, the law treats that harm as intended!"
"That provision was introduced to clarify Clause Two Hundred Seven, yes."
"Which means someone else already noticed the law was RIDICULOUS!"
"Inquisitor."
"Grrh... Relevant RIDICULOUSNESS even!"
"Hhr... proceed."
"The accused enchanted the victim's boots so that whenever the victim stopped moving, they would violently propel themselves forward."
"The defense contends that the enchantment compelled movement, not injury."
"And I contend that whoever says that should be forced to wear them down a cliff."
"Inquisitor."
"Metaphorically."
"You were pointing at the defense when you said it."
"An unfortunate coincidence."
"It was not."
"...My apologies."
"Continue. Actually continue."
"The enchantment activated repeatedly. It could not be dismissed by the wearer. It accelerated with every activation. And the accused knew the victim would be crossing the Bridge Koklonska that evening."
"Knowledge of the route does not establish intent."
"Alone? No. COMBINED with the spell design? ABSOLUTELY! Why increase the force after each stop? Why prevent voluntary dismissal? Why bind the enchantment specifically to footwear the victim wore every evening?"
"The accused claims it was intended as a practical joke."
"A practical joke stops being a practical joke when its punchline is a ravine!"
"Control your language."
"Then let the statute say it for me. Foreseeable magical consequence."
"...Go on."
"The defense wants us to stare at the boots and ask: Did the spell itself break the victim's arm? NO! The rocks did. Gravity assisted. Perhaps we should arrest gravity! Kchrr..!"
"Inquisitor."
"But the law does not require the Magic to deliver the final blow. It requires that the harmful consequence be deliberately constructed and reasonably foreseeable."
"Which you believe applies here."
"I KNOW! I KNOW it applies HERE! The accused created the condition, selected the victim, knew the route, removed the victim's ability to terminate the enchantment, and increased its force until an accident became inevitable."
"So your excursion into legislative criticism... Hm."
"Was NOT an excursion."
"It sounded remarkably like one."
"It was a scenic route."
"Inquisitor."
"The defense contends that the enchantment compelled movement, not injury."
"And I contend that whoever says that should be forced to wear them down a cliff."
"Inquisitor."
"Metaphorically."
"You were pointing at the defense when you said it."
"An unfortunate coincidence."
"It was not."
"...My apologies."
"Continue. Actually continue."
"The enchantment activated repeatedly. It could not be dismissed by the wearer. It accelerated with every activation. And the accused knew the victim would be crossing the Bridge Koklonska that evening."
"Knowledge of the route does not establish intent."
"Alone? No. COMBINED with the spell design? ABSOLUTELY! Why increase the force after each stop? Why prevent voluntary dismissal? Why bind the enchantment specifically to footwear the victim wore every evening?"
"The accused claims it was intended as a practical joke."
"A practical joke stops being a practical joke when its punchline is a ravine!"
"Control your language."
"Then let the statute say it for me. Foreseeable magical consequence."
"...Go on."
"The defense wants us to stare at the boots and ask: Did the spell itself break the victim's arm? NO! The rocks did. Gravity assisted. Perhaps we should arrest gravity! Kchrr..!"
"Inquisitor."
"But the law does not require the Magic to deliver the final blow. It requires that the harmful consequence be deliberately constructed and reasonably foreseeable."
"Which you believe applies here."
"I KNOW! I KNOW it applies HERE! The accused created the condition, selected the victim, knew the route, removed the victim's ability to terminate the enchantment, and increased its force until an accident became inevitable."
"So your excursion into legislative criticism... Hm."
"Was NOT an excursion."
"It sounded remarkably like one."
"It was a scenic route."
"Inquisitor."
"My POINT is that Clause Two Hundred Seven only appears to protect the accused if one ignores the very provision created to prevent precisely this abuse."
"..."
"So yes, Region Inquisitor, the wording is clumsy. Yes, I would personally throw half of Clause Two Hundred Seven's legislative counsel into a Horned Tartar burrow, and rewrite it before their breakfast."
"You will do no such thing."
"But even this law, this magnificently awkward law, recognizes what happened here."
"And that is?"
"The accused did not enchant a pair of boots."
"..."
"They enchanted an accident."
"Reasoning accepted."
"Thank you, Region Inquisitor."
"And your criticism of Clause Two Hundred Seven is stricken as irrelevant. Neither do Horned Tartars live in burrows."
"I OBJECT."
"On what grounds?"
"It BECAME relevant eventually! I KNOW that I AM RIGHT. Perhaps that itself should be a la-"
"Sit DOWN! Inquisitor."
"...Yes, Region Inquisitor."
https://youtu.be/E8cnQi80634
"..."
"So yes, Region Inquisitor, the wording is clumsy. Yes, I would personally throw half of Clause Two Hundred Seven's legislative counsel into a Horned Tartar burrow, and rewrite it before their breakfast."
"You will do no such thing."
"But even this law, this magnificently awkward law, recognizes what happened here."
"And that is?"
"The accused did not enchant a pair of boots."
"..."
"They enchanted an accident."
"Reasoning accepted."
"Thank you, Region Inquisitor."
"And your criticism of Clause Two Hundred Seven is stricken as irrelevant. Neither do Horned Tartars live in burrows."
"I OBJECT."
"On what grounds?"
"It BECAME relevant eventually! I KNOW that I AM RIGHT. Perhaps that itself should be a la-"
"Sit DOWN! Inquisitor."
"...Yes, Region Inquisitor."
https://youtu.be/E8cnQi80634
"And as Demons would say: Hassren dohote, hassran doshote. Khargum umu der donoo."
https://youtu.be/Ue93GttvP18
https://youtu.be/Ue93GttvP18
"Hey... You are doing this on PURPOSE, dimwit! I am hungry!"
"Naa naaa! Just a sec! We do not want a fire! No really, coming RIGHT up!"
"... ...Nhhhaa!?"
"Yeeep! Is that not something! Huu! Here ya go, Sister!"
"W-Whoa! D-Dimwit, it is not like I-"
"Shh! Thick juicy musky meat! Just the way you like it, pudding! ...Now THIS is Magic!"
"Gimme! ...Gimmeeeee! GIMME!!"
"Gahahahaaa! Papapa-papaaaaa! Hummus, kuskus, falaaafel! That is my favorite... speeeeell! Whoops!"
"D-Dimwit! GRAAAAH! ...Is there ANY place YOU did not work at!?"
"Come on. Never ever stay at one place for too long! That is BORING! Sign up, learn a skill, and disappear! You are the free spirit! They are not!"
"O-Oh... Nnnhn... Mmmm-slllrch... Mm.. Shhhoooo gooooodsh!! Mmmr... Nyaaaah... Mmmgm..."
"Whoa... Engraving sounds into my mind as you eat, Sister. Nnnnnice."
"DIM... WIThhgh..! Nngn..."
"Guys? Is everything all right?"
"Damn! I am suddenly getting jealous of my own cooked meat! Ghehh. ...I can easily make more, but it is kinda getting late. Hhrh... We are closin' 'ere, Young Lady! Get yer diamonds, and git goin'!"
"Mmmh... MAGIC SHTOOOONESH!!"
"Hah! I did not know you are familiar with it!"
"Mmgm... Well... ish... good... mmmg... But how do you do THAT all the time!? Ahahaha! You should have-"
"Neh! You cannot get more restricted than by recognition, fame or gold! ...Tun... tutu... tuuu! This one is for... youuuuu! Bro!"
"Thank you."
"No no no no! Noooo no no no no! I SEE the face! Naaaah! Naaaa-naan-aaah! Bro! No crap about how you do not need to... or crap! Gobble up! Pronto! ...Heeere our meeeat, makes your HEART skip a beeeat! Pa-papa-paaaa! ...I mean, if you even had a heart still, and was not like totally messed up."
"Mmm-hm-hm-hm. Indeed, I will take it. I am sorry that I cannot enjoy it the way I used to."
"Whateeever. Still beats gulping down black sludge!"
"..."
"DIMWIT! YOU- mmmpfff... hhrh... krrrch- Nnhn... Haaaa... SHUT... Hahahahahaaa!"
"Naa naaa! Just a sec! We do not want a fire! No really, coming RIGHT up!"
"... ...Nhhhaa!?"
"Yeeep! Is that not something! Huu! Here ya go, Sister!"
"W-Whoa! D-Dimwit, it is not like I-"
"Shh! Thick juicy musky meat! Just the way you like it, pudding! ...Now THIS is Magic!"
"Gimme! ...Gimmeeeee! GIMME!!"
"Gahahahaaa! Papapa-papaaaaa! Hummus, kuskus, falaaafel! That is my favorite... speeeeell! Whoops!"
"D-Dimwit! GRAAAAH! ...Is there ANY place YOU did not work at!?"
"Come on. Never ever stay at one place for too long! That is BORING! Sign up, learn a skill, and disappear! You are the free spirit! They are not!"
"O-Oh... Nnnhn... Mmmm-slllrch... Mm.. Shhhoooo gooooodsh!! Mmmr... Nyaaaah... Mmmgm..."
"Whoa... Engraving sounds into my mind as you eat, Sister. Nnnnnice."
"DIM... WIThhgh..! Nngn..."
"Guys? Is everything all right?"
"Damn! I am suddenly getting jealous of my own cooked meat! Ghehh. ...I can easily make more, but it is kinda getting late. Hhrh... We are closin' 'ere, Young Lady! Get yer diamonds, and git goin'!"
"Mmmh... MAGIC SHTOOOONESH!!"
"Hah! I did not know you are familiar with it!"
"Mmgm... Well... ish... good... mmmg... But how do you do THAT all the time!? Ahahaha! You should have-"
"Neh! You cannot get more restricted than by recognition, fame or gold! ...Tun... tutu... tuuu! This one is for... youuuuu! Bro!"
"Thank you."
"No no no no! Noooo no no no no! I SEE the face! Naaaah! Naaaa-naan-aaah! Bro! No crap about how you do not need to... or crap! Gobble up! Pronto! ...Heeere our meeeat, makes your HEART skip a beeeat! Pa-papa-paaaa! ...I mean, if you even had a heart still, and was not like totally messed up."
"Mmm-hm-hm-hm. Indeed, I will take it. I am sorry that I cannot enjoy it the way I used to."
"Whateeever. Still beats gulping down black sludge!"
"..."
"DIMWIT! YOU- mmmpfff... hhrh... krrrch- Nnhn... Haaaa... SHUT... Hahahahahaaa!"
"What can I say? Am I right, or am I right? Gheh."
"Uh-huh... Are you guys familiar with Swamp Roughskins?"
"Yep! That is in my pants most of the time. Slightly marinated too."
"Can you just KILL him!? I vouch that HE will NOT come back EVER!"
"Ya do not worry, Sister! I prepare food with the OTHER hand!"
"GRAAAAAAAAH!! D-DIMWIT! SHUT UUUUUP!!"
"Whoa! ...Sit! Eat!"
"Nyaaa... Mmmh... Th-Thanks..."
"What was that, Bro?"
"...You might want to try cooking meat from a Swamp Roughskin, if we come across the creature."
"If YOU say it, then it has to be worth checking out!"
"Ishmaiyel was a picky eater. Mmm-hm-hm-hm. One time it was Astara's task to prepare food. Ishmaiyel categorically refused several ideas."
"Let me guess: Astara got mad, thinking he was doing it on purpose, so she asked him directly, and he made an outlandish request that got her even madder? Gheh."
"...Yes, that about covers it. Mm-hm-hm-ahahaha! Mmh. He proudly requested Swamp Roughskin meat since he was missing it since back home."
"Gahahahaaa! Hear THAT, Sister? That is something you are BETTER at! You can gorge yourself on anything..!"
"SH-SHUT UP, DIMWIT!! I will chomp off your SPINE, and SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS back in its place!! GRAAH!"
"...Na na na! Good kitty! Eat! Here!"
"...Nyaaaa... Mmm."
"Uh-huh... Are you guys familiar with Swamp Roughskins?"
"Yep! That is in my pants most of the time. Slightly marinated too."
"Can you just KILL him!? I vouch that HE will NOT come back EVER!"
"Ya do not worry, Sister! I prepare food with the OTHER hand!"
"GRAAAAAAAAH!! D-DIMWIT! SHUT UUUUUP!!"
"Whoa! ...Sit! Eat!"
"Nyaaa... Mmmh... Th-Thanks..."
"What was that, Bro?"
"...You might want to try cooking meat from a Swamp Roughskin, if we come across the creature."
"If YOU say it, then it has to be worth checking out!"
"Ishmaiyel was a picky eater. Mmm-hm-hm-hm. One time it was Astara's task to prepare food. Ishmaiyel categorically refused several ideas."
"Let me guess: Astara got mad, thinking he was doing it on purpose, so she asked him directly, and he made an outlandish request that got her even madder? Gheh."
"...Yes, that about covers it. Mm-hm-hm-ahahaha! Mmh. He proudly requested Swamp Roughskin meat since he was missing it since back home."
"Gahahahaaa! Hear THAT, Sister? That is something you are BETTER at! You can gorge yourself on anything..!"
"SH-SHUT UP, DIMWIT!! I will chomp off your SPINE, and SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS back in its place!! GRAAH!"
"...Na na na! Good kitty! Eat! Here!"
"...Nyaaaa... Mmm."
"...Guys. ...Afterwards, Astara disappeared for half a day, and later came back levitating two dead Swamp Roughskins."
""Whoa! Nice!""
"Mm-hm-hm. Yes, they all had their moments. I can tell you that eating the meat for several days on no end only taught me that you cannot get tired of it. That is... why I recommend it. I do not know how rare it is nowadays. That is all."
"Nah, Bro! This is also good stuff!"
"You knew these... important... people, yet you barely speak of what you did."
"Sometimes it is better to arrive to your own conclusions. When the time is right, there will be no surprises."
""...""
"Let's get going then."
"...I am still kinda h-hungry..."
"Maaaan... We gotta stuff another one in your mouth, Sister! ...This time you can choose which one!"
"DIE YOU- GRAAAAAAAH..! DIMWIIIIIIIT!!"
https://youtu.be/rI-PP2sFbgc
""Whoa! Nice!""
"Mm-hm-hm. Yes, they all had their moments. I can tell you that eating the meat for several days on no end only taught me that you cannot get tired of it. That is... why I recommend it. I do not know how rare it is nowadays. That is all."
"Nah, Bro! This is also good stuff!"
"You knew these... important... people, yet you barely speak of what you did."
"Sometimes it is better to arrive to your own conclusions. When the time is right, there will be no surprises."
""...""
"Let's get going then."
"...I am still kinda h-hungry..."
"Maaaan... We gotta stuff another one in your mouth, Sister! ...This time you can choose which one!"
"DIE YOU- GRAAAAAAAH..! DIMWIIIIIIIT!!"
https://youtu.be/rI-PP2sFbgc
"Fine weather we are having. Sorry, this is a little drenched."
"..Rrhm. The kind of weather to visit Zalvash’s Crucible, I see. Everything seems to be in order, Archmagus."
"Thank you for your work, Warden."
"Kchrm... Are you guys not supposed to be buddies? It has been quite some time since anyone paid her a visit. Ghh."
"Have I said anything? I suggest you keep it out of our affairs."
"Yeees, yes, until one of you is brought in here, then suddenly it is my affair up till the end times."
"Until you people are faced with a bigger threat, and then you come crying to us. Then it is our problem. Try to have a good day."
"...I am doing you a favor, Archmaaagus! You are not going to have much of a conversation! She either mutes herself, or just repeats the same things! ...Krrchhm... Dimwits."
"..."
"..."
"Hello, Solsica. ...I wanted to come earlier today, but... I had to wait for Mya to be busy. It is difficult to explain to her that this is not akin to a family visit. Hahaha! ...Mya would not take this well."
"...Let me... see... him."
"I do not know if they ever told you, but you have nothing to do with Calmira's death. ...Solsica, we always knew, but now it is official. Lemrey would send his regards, I am sure. There are talks of former Knights, or even a Zehibirian, but the bottom line is that I was not there for her... and I always knew you had nothing to do with it."
"..."
"It has been rough, but... Heresy among the Archmagicians was not something even Lord Barthollem was prepared for. The Inquisition demanded a response immediately. People were hurt. Grand Inquisitor Marcial could only do what was required of him. Well, you do not need to hear it... We... just never learned how much you are or were aware."
"...Give... him... back... Just..."
"..."
"..."
"I suppose I can sit here and... talk, but I need to decide about what."
"..."
"..."
"...Quin... ten."
"...Yes?"
"..Rrhm. The kind of weather to visit Zalvash’s Crucible, I see. Everything seems to be in order, Archmagus."
"Thank you for your work, Warden."
"Kchrm... Are you guys not supposed to be buddies? It has been quite some time since anyone paid her a visit. Ghh."
"Have I said anything? I suggest you keep it out of our affairs."
"Yeees, yes, until one of you is brought in here, then suddenly it is my affair up till the end times."
"Until you people are faced with a bigger threat, and then you come crying to us. Then it is our problem. Try to have a good day."
"...I am doing you a favor, Archmaaagus! You are not going to have much of a conversation! She either mutes herself, or just repeats the same things! ...Krrchhm... Dimwits."
"..."
"..."
"Hello, Solsica. ...I wanted to come earlier today, but... I had to wait for Mya to be busy. It is difficult to explain to her that this is not akin to a family visit. Hahaha! ...Mya would not take this well."
"...Let me... see... him."
"I do not know if they ever told you, but you have nothing to do with Calmira's death. ...Solsica, we always knew, but now it is official. Lemrey would send his regards, I am sure. There are talks of former Knights, or even a Zehibirian, but the bottom line is that I was not there for her... and I always knew you had nothing to do with it."
"..."
"It has been rough, but... Heresy among the Archmagicians was not something even Lord Barthollem was prepared for. The Inquisition demanded a response immediately. People were hurt. Grand Inquisitor Marcial could only do what was required of him. Well, you do not need to hear it... We... just never learned how much you are or were aware."
"...Give... him... back... Just..."
"..."
"..."
"I suppose I can sit here and... talk, but I need to decide about what."
"..."
"..."
"...Quin... ten."
"...Yes?"
"Kill me. ...Quint, please... kill me. Just... please... kill me. I do not want to watch... the nightmares anymore. I want the day to end. I want to sleep... Quint..."
"You know that I cannot do that."
"She... was a little... strange, but..."
"Hahaha! I know!"
"But... very nice to... me."
"To everyone, yes."
"Said... your hair... has a mind... of its own... nhhn... nhnhn... nhhn."
"Ahahahaa! I give up! I give up until somebody explains GOOD Magic for this!"
"...Kill... me... You..."
"...Solsica."
"The... funny... one... was nice too... very much... Knew her briefly... She said some really... puzzling... but interesting... things to us..."
"Oh, tell me about it! Tell ANYONE about it! ...Granted, her imagination is like having the Penumbran Judgment Fields washed with the Silver Coast's waters, compressed inside a brain, and stomped on by wild Upean Nyohoks, but her Magic... can be almost unreal. Lady Selestina thinks that we should not have let her leave."
"...Give him... back... Looking... for... him... Let... let..."
"..."
"See him... Please..."
"...Solsica, listen."
"..."
"I promise you that I will speak with everyone required. If I gather their signatures, then I will make sure to request myself to be the one to do it. I... only cannot promise anything in between."
"...How many... times... can you kill... someone... Quinten... Just once... Let me... see... him..."
"..."
"..."
"...People have their reasons. I will do what I can, Solsica. Goddess bless."
https://youtu.be/SsLi7pEyqrw
"You know that I cannot do that."
"She... was a little... strange, but..."
"Hahaha! I know!"
"But... very nice to... me."
"To everyone, yes."
"Said... your hair... has a mind... of its own... nhhn... nhnhn... nhhn."
"Ahahahaa! I give up! I give up until somebody explains GOOD Magic for this!"
"...Kill... me... You..."
"...Solsica."
"The... funny... one... was nice too... very much... Knew her briefly... She said some really... puzzling... but interesting... things to us..."
"Oh, tell me about it! Tell ANYONE about it! ...Granted, her imagination is like having the Penumbran Judgment Fields washed with the Silver Coast's waters, compressed inside a brain, and stomped on by wild Upean Nyohoks, but her Magic... can be almost unreal. Lady Selestina thinks that we should not have let her leave."
"...Give him... back... Looking... for... him... Let... let..."
"..."
"See him... Please..."
"...Solsica, listen."
"..."
"I promise you that I will speak with everyone required. If I gather their signatures, then I will make sure to request myself to be the one to do it. I... only cannot promise anything in between."
"...How many... times... can you kill... someone... Quinten... Just once... Let me... see... him..."
"..."
"..."
"...People have their reasons. I will do what I can, Solsica. Goddess bless."
https://youtu.be/SsLi7pEyqrw
"How did it go?"
"They want their son and daughter out of prison. The children were framed according to their words. I would believe so as there is no such thing as Demon Influence."
"Mm. Sounds simple enough."
"They were perplexed when I refused gold."
"...Ahahaha-haha! I can imagine! More confused about gold than dealing with a Demon. Aaah... ...Gold is useless to us. I deal with Souls, and... favors. Sister, any side is useful to us. Any side responds well to exactly what it wants to hear, so you tell them what they want to hear. ...We are invisible and unknown because we want to be invisible and unknown."
"Yes, Mistress. Magic Laws shall be upheld as usual."
"Good."
"However, there shall be unnoticeable gaps in how selected cases of Heresy are handled and resolved."
"Very good."
"Mistress, these Glyphs are no small feat for a human."
"You understand how they work, do you not? I draw them with melted Attuned Magic Stones. When activated, they explode in all-consuming magical fires. ...Insurance if you will."
"Mistress, that means you are ready as well."
"OF COURSE I AM!! Do you REALLY think I would DO THIS AND NOT BE PREPARED!? THINK! ...Hrrh... I am prepared to lose. Only a dimwit would dismiss that possibility. When I go down, when my... life... ends for good, all of these Glyphs activate unless I decide to activate any on my own."
"You are very thorough, Mistress Lorica."
"I had many, many years to draw them all over villages, towns and cities. To create an Attuned Magic Stone, you pour a little of your own Lifeforce in it. You admit to yourself that death is ever right beside you. That is one reason why it is perceived that attuning a Magic Stone is so difficult. Not many can, or are willing to admit to that. An Attuned Magic Stone can be detonated at will, but only by the Attuner. This admittance to death has been forgotten. Replaced by talks of skill."
"Indeed, Mistress. Demons know about that for a very long time."
"They want their son and daughter out of prison. The children were framed according to their words. I would believe so as there is no such thing as Demon Influence."
"Mm. Sounds simple enough."
"They were perplexed when I refused gold."
"...Ahahaha-haha! I can imagine! More confused about gold than dealing with a Demon. Aaah... ...Gold is useless to us. I deal with Souls, and... favors. Sister, any side is useful to us. Any side responds well to exactly what it wants to hear, so you tell them what they want to hear. ...We are invisible and unknown because we want to be invisible and unknown."
"Yes, Mistress. Magic Laws shall be upheld as usual."
"Good."
"However, there shall be unnoticeable gaps in how selected cases of Heresy are handled and resolved."
"Very good."
"Mistress, these Glyphs are no small feat for a human."
"You understand how they work, do you not? I draw them with melted Attuned Magic Stones. When activated, they explode in all-consuming magical fires. ...Insurance if you will."
"Mistress, that means you are ready as well."
"OF COURSE I AM!! Do you REALLY think I would DO THIS AND NOT BE PREPARED!? THINK! ...Hrrh... I am prepared to lose. Only a dimwit would dismiss that possibility. When I go down, when my... life... ends for good, all of these Glyphs activate unless I decide to activate any on my own."
"You are very thorough, Mistress Lorica."
"I had many, many years to draw them all over villages, towns and cities. To create an Attuned Magic Stone, you pour a little of your own Lifeforce in it. You admit to yourself that death is ever right beside you. That is one reason why it is perceived that attuning a Magic Stone is so difficult. Not many can, or are willing to admit to that. An Attuned Magic Stone can be detonated at will, but only by the Attuner. This admittance to death has been forgotten. Replaced by talks of skill."
"Indeed, Mistress. Demons know about that for a very long time."
"The art of Glyphs too, that is something the Magic using dimwits have long forgotten... by casting ALL Mysticism aside. So be it. Our advantage."
"..."
"Still, what a shame! Ahahaha-hahaha! I would love to SEE the DREAD on their faces! The TERROR as they uncover one of these Glyphs, and realize what it does! The FEAR of knowing they might be... ANYWHERE! Ahahaaa! Ahaha-hahaaa! Hrh... What. A. Shame. ...Ishpen BURNED BECAUSE I DECIDED! I DECIDE who LIVES and who DIES! ...Just like they decided it for... him."
"Heresiarch."
"...If there is anything you want to ask, Sister, you are allowed to before we leave."
"Mistress. Have you been to Alvert yet?"
"You need to be more specific. I cannot remember every minor place."
"Ronna Range."
"SPECIFIC!! Does a LOCATION mean ANYTHING TO YOU!?"
"Yes, Mistress. Eastern Ronna Range. Near the borders with Nemora."
"...Mmm... No, not yet on that side of the mountains."
"Perhaps that place can remain as it is."
"Ooooh..? ...Oh! Ahahahaa! Haaa-hahahahaaaha!! Interesting! Most interesting! Sister, you killed him!"
"Yes, and in doing so he achieved what he wanted to do. He accomplished his need to help me to continue to exist. As I understand, that can be repaid."
"Aahahaaaa! Haaa... Your Alchemist is indirectly responsible for leading you to me. For that, I can be only grateful. Very well! ...And I will send someone there to observe, and perhaps help with monsters."
"Your kindness is vast, Mistress Lorica."
"I cannot guarantee anything else. What Demons decide to do is none of my concern. Neither are monsters, or other factors."
"Exactly, Mistress."
"Haaa... Ahahaha! Nnhhh..."
"Mistress. ...A piece of... cake."
"..."
"That is what Master Ketrick would say. No matter your mood, I know that is what he would say. Master would not allow you to come to any harm. As long as my Lifeforce pulses, you shall not come to any more pain, Mistress. Hasbil orewa okuru hasbal karah."
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"..."
"Still, what a shame! Ahahaha-hahaha! I would love to SEE the DREAD on their faces! The TERROR as they uncover one of these Glyphs, and realize what it does! The FEAR of knowing they might be... ANYWHERE! Ahahaaa! Ahaha-hahaaa! Hrh... What. A. Shame. ...Ishpen BURNED BECAUSE I DECIDED! I DECIDE who LIVES and who DIES! ...Just like they decided it for... him."
"Heresiarch."
"...If there is anything you want to ask, Sister, you are allowed to before we leave."
"Mistress. Have you been to Alvert yet?"
"You need to be more specific. I cannot remember every minor place."
"Ronna Range."
"SPECIFIC!! Does a LOCATION mean ANYTHING TO YOU!?"
"Yes, Mistress. Eastern Ronna Range. Near the borders with Nemora."
"...Mmm... No, not yet on that side of the mountains."
"Perhaps that place can remain as it is."
"Ooooh..? ...Oh! Ahahahaa! Haaa-hahahahaaaha!! Interesting! Most interesting! Sister, you killed him!"
"Yes, and in doing so he achieved what he wanted to do. He accomplished his need to help me to continue to exist. As I understand, that can be repaid."
"Aahahaaaa! Haaa... Your Alchemist is indirectly responsible for leading you to me. For that, I can be only grateful. Very well! ...And I will send someone there to observe, and perhaps help with monsters."
"Your kindness is vast, Mistress Lorica."
"I cannot guarantee anything else. What Demons decide to do is none of my concern. Neither are monsters, or other factors."
"Exactly, Mistress."
"Haaa... Ahahaha! Nnhhh..."
"Mistress. ...A piece of... cake."
"..."
"That is what Master Ketrick would say. No matter your mood, I know that is what he would say. Master would not allow you to come to any harm. As long as my Lifeforce pulses, you shall not come to any more pain, Mistress. Hasbil orewa okuru hasbal karah."
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