Green Flame's Journal (Part Three)
Wait, he did? I knew his greatest servant (who we know even less about) did, but the guy himself? ...crud, gonna have to go reread that part, again.
(EDIT: Nope, didn't see him. Skimmed from Chapter 178, where that afformentioned greatest servant shows up, all the way to the end. Didn't see The All-Devourer himself show up anywhere...)
Ah. I misremembered that. Sorry, my memory is not infallible.

I think… originally, I had planned to have the All Devourer get in touch with Hedgy before Jerhamays and his army of never-beens appeared, but I changed that to the Forgotten God instead. The All Devourer doesn't speak, so a 'conversation' between him and Hedgy would have been hilariously awkward, to say the least.

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Green Flame's Journal (Part Three)
"If what you're reading is so very interesting, will you read some of it to me?" asks Jana.

"All right," you say. Immediately, you begin turning back the pages, trying to find a section that you think she will enjoy listening to. After a few moments, you read from Green Flame's notes: "I think it likely that Zinistrari took elements from both Dorian's mother and father when she made him, just to make sure that he would somewhat resemble the two of them, so that no one would doubt that he was theirs even if they thought it was peculiar that he had inherited the elven characteristics of a distant ancestor. Those 'elven characteristics' were probably because Zinistrari wasn't able to resist the urge to make the baby special: perhaps she was trying to give him elven magic or accelerated healing. When I told Carmenta this, when I said that I was convinced that Dorian really was hers and her husband's, I was very much surprised when she hugged me and wept grateful tears into my shoulder."

"Aww, that's sweet," says Jana. "Is it all like that?"

You shake your head. "No. Some of it is horrible."

Jana gives you a quizzical glance. "In what way?"

"Uh… I've been reading about how Philander's dad made a deal with one of the Demon Lords," you say. "Very creepy."

"All right, I'll let you get back to it," says Jana, making a visible effort to restrain her curiosity.



Despite what Prentigold had said, when Green Flame started investigating what had happened to Cinna the Sinner Man, her initial assumption was that Achamat had taken a piece of his soul. A person's name was an important part of their identity, soul and identity were unavoidably linked, and so the Sinner Man's surname could be interpreted as being a symbolic representation of his soul, or at least a small part of it. When used as a component in a ritual, such symbols could have great power: that was something Green Flame knew well, as did almost every other wizard.

However, as she continued to investigate, she developed an alternative theory. Having noticed that what had happened to Cinna was somewhat similar to the story of how the Forgotten God had come to be, she began to suspect that it wasn't a coincidence: in his attempts to free himself from Nymandor's control, the Elder God of Death had given up all his names and thereby erased himself from existence; Cinna only gave up his surname, but in doing so he made it so that even his closest friends and allies struggled to remember who he was, as if he barely existed at all.

She wondered if Achamat had deliberately tried to recreate the conditions that had led to the Elder God of Death erasing himself from existence, perhaps in an attempt to study the process, in the hope that he could weaponize the process, find one of the Forgotten God's missing pieces and take it for himself, or otherwise gain knowledge that would enable him to gain tremendous power.

Over the next few pages, you are unable to follow Green Flame's train of logic: there are too many crossings-out and seemingly random scribblings. The words 'true name?' have been circled and underlined several times.

If you were to hazard a guess, you would say that Green Flame was trying to find more similarities between how Cinna became the Sinner Man and how the Elder God of Death ceased to exist. The old Death God gave up all his names because his enemy, Nymandor, knew his true name and was using it to control him. Achamat doesn't know Cinna's true name and therefore can't use it against him… or can he?

On the next page after that, Green Flame finally gets around to explaining what she was thinking: do true names matter anymore? During the First Age, the Fates wanted to know everything and to be able to exactly predict what was going to happen in the future; in order to do that, they gave every living soul a 'true name' so that they could use to keep track of it and, if necessary, force it to comply with their directives. However, because Telthalus was offended by their plan to eradicate free will, he turned them into stone and ripped up their Book of Names. Thousands of years later, no one who is alive today really knows what their true name is or if they even have one; never mind the fact that, in many places, it is traditional for new parents to hold a ceremony where they give their new baby a secret name, which they say is his or her true name. It's usually a cutesy pet name such as 'Petal' or 'Bubbles'…

Or Sparkle, you think to yourself, remembering the 'secret name' that your parents gave you when you were only a tiny baby. Not even Jana knows that.

For around seven thousand years, Green Flame has only had one name. It is the only name she has ever needed. Does that mean 'Green Flame' is her true name? If so, why was it necessary for the humans who enslaved her to bind her with so many chains of mind magic? Couldn't they just use her 'true name' to force her to do their bidding? Apparently not, so either Green Flame is not her true name – which could indicate that she has a true name that she is unaware of – or true names don't have any real power. Not anymore.

On the other hand, a great many people still believe that true names have immense power. Even if, in reality, true names were not important when they were being magically empowered by the Fates, the idea of true names has taken on a significance of its own. Green Flame wondered if a canny Demon Lord could have used that as part of a magic ritual.

Because Cinna had been born into an old and prestigious noble family, his surname was of great importance to him. He was proud of his aristocratic ancestors, even if he had inherited hardly anything from them other than his name, a worthless plot of land, and a crumbling mansion. He felt that he was better than everyone else because he had the purest noble blood. Although he may not have realised until it was too late, his surname, which had been passed down through his family since before the city of Tyrepheum was founded, was the most precious thing he owned. Did that mean that it was his 'true name'? Or was it merely a 'symbolic representation' of his true name? Either way, Green Flame thought it was likely that Achamat could use it to take control of the Sinner Man anytime he wanted to. Presumably, the reason that he hadn't was because it amused him to watch the crime lord desperately trying to escape his clutches without realising that he had no hope of success.

It occurred to Green Flame that if Cinna's family had been so very noble and distinguished there would probably be some record of them in Tyrepheum's official histories. She was nonplussed at how easy it was to find the information she needed: after only a few minutes in the archives, she was able to find out that Cinna's original surname, the one he had traded to Achamat, had been Beli-Zephalos. Undoubtedly, it would have been similarly easy for him or one of his minions to find it as well. The fact that he hadn't suggested that some kind of mental block was preventing him from seeing, hearing, or noticing his original name in any way. That was Achamat's doing, no doubt.

Green Flame considered telling Philander what his family's original surname had been. Would he enjoy knowing something that his hated father didn't? If so, would it cause him to act rashly, as he so often did? Or would it only cause him pain, since she didn't have a solution for any of his family problems?

While she was trying to find out more about the Sinner Man, she discovered several other things that caused her a great deal of worry and concern: apparently, he had been the ruler of Tyrepheum's criminal underworld for five or six decades, or possibly even longer, and yet he was not an old man. According to rumour, he'd had other children before this latest batch, all of whom had been similarly named after vices and other negative qualities – Torpor, Avarice and Spite, for example – and they were all long gone, presumed dead.

It was possible that immortality was one of the things that Cinna had asked for when he made his bargain with Achamat. However, human bodies weren't designed to be immortal and, for that reason, immortality always came with a heavy price. For instance, Green Flame's immortality was fuelled by the awesome power of one of the Elder Gods, other elves were created by fey spirits who used their souls as fuel for the ritual that made them seemingly immortal, and she had heard horror stories of people who had horribly cursed themselves and everyone else around them by trying to make themselves immortal. So how had the Sinner Man lived such an unnaturally long life? Why was he so well-preserved after living for more than six decades? No doubt Achamat could have used his divine powers to extend his thrall's life and keep him looking relatively youthful, but it would have cost him a great deal, so why would he bother?

After much thought, Green Flame began to suspect that Zinistrari was the one who had sold the Sinner Man the magic object, spell, or whatever it was that he was using to extend his life. More than that, she suspected that he was sacrificing his children in order to keep himself alive: perhaps literally, by draining their life and youth and taking it for his own.

She had noticed that Philander looked very much like his brother Simony, despite the fact that they had different mothers: if their births hadn't been separated by several years, they would have looked like identical twins. Also, Philander's sisters, Ferocity and Indulgence, looked exactly like him, even though they were female, much younger than him, and their mother was different to his. Green Flame had vague memories of Philander's other siblings who had attended the Tyrepheum Academy; she recalled that Hubris, Envy and Acedia had looked suspiciously similar. It was obvious to her that he had done something to all of his children to make them look the same, but she didn't know how or for what purpose.

It occurred to her that maybe the reason why Cinna had so many different mothers for his children was not because he quickly grew bored of his women – or, at least, not just because of that – but because he didn't want them to notice what he was doing to their children. Perhaps one of his previous mistresses realised what he was doing and confronted him, or ran away with her child, or tried to betray him to his enemies. If something like that ever happened, Cinna could have made it his policy from then on to quickly dispose of his mistresses after they bore him a child, so that there was no risk of it happening again.

Also, something Philander said – that he'd been to a slave market and been traumatised when he saw a slave with the same face as him – made Green Flame suspect that the Sinner Man was creating more children somehow. Her theory was that Cinna was using one of Zinistrari's devices to clone himself, or clone his children. Perhaps he was trying to make sure that if any of his children died of natural causes before he was able to sacrifice them, he would nevertheless be able to replace them. But why would any of them end up being sold at a slave market? Did he think that some of his clones were defective and decide to get rid of them? Or was there some other reason?

And why did Cinna name all of his children after a sin? Why were they seemingly compelled to act in accordance with the name he had given them? Was it just a private joke, a reference to his famous nickname? Or was it for a more sinister reason? Did it enable him to control them somehow?

Green Flame didn't know what to do. She wasn't sure what to tell Philander or how to protect him. All she could do was write down everything she had learned in her journal, and wait, and try to come up with a plan. You see a few scrawled notes about that – the phrase 'kill Cinna' appears several times – but it doesn't seem like she figured out exactly how she was going to do it.



After that, there aren't many pages left: a few have been written on, the rest have been left blank.

Spread across two pages, Green Flame wrote down her concerns about the man who had 'rescued' Isolia from her life on the streets, paid her school fees, and seemed to be trying to use her in an elaborate con trick. Humferth Hygmalion was his name. He was a wizard who had formerly been a professor at the Tyrepheum Academy, until Prentigold sacked him for "gross misconduct".

"If he does anything to hurt Isolia, I will kill him," is what Green Flame wrote in response to that.

As far as she was able to find out, it seemed that "gross misconduct" meant that he had been encouraging his pupils to commit criminal acts, which meant that at least one of them had been killed or seriously injured and this had brought the school into disrepute.

Also, it seems that Dr. Hygmalion had been a teacher at the Tyrepheum Academy at the time when Galadan the headmaster disappeared and the Mystic Path briefly took over the school. In which case, he might know more about them than Green Flame does…?

On the next page, Green Flame started writing about Garanhedd the Giant, but evidently decided that Cadre 1F already knows everything they need to know about him. Therefore, she crossed out what she had already written and replaced it with a warning not to trust him. Apparently, if Garanhedd made a promise to someone, he would probably keep it because the lesser spirits of the land might not accept him as their king if he developed a reputation for breaking his word. But then, after he'd kept his promise, there would be nothing to stop him from destroying the city of Tyrepheum and killing the one he'd made a promise to – and the spirits under his command would probably approve if he did that.

No context is provided, but it seems that Green Flame wants to fight someone called 'The Elm King': "I could probably beat him in a fair fight," she asserts.

There is a paragraph about you as well: apparently, you seem rather nice, but maybe you shouldn't be trusted. Your friendly demeanour might be a mere façade, especially considering that you are the Chosen of Mishrak, a god who has never been particularly friendly to humanity and who devotes most of his time to creating ferocious sea monsters. Still, a supplementary note says that Mishrak has a reputation for giving generous gifts to his relatively few human worshippers, from time to time.

Finally, on the last page that she wrote on, Green Flame's handwriting is an almost illegible scrawl. It takes you some time to decipher what she has written, but it seems that she has very much enjoyed working at the Tyrepheum Academy as a teacher, even if she wishes that she wasn't a slave. She feels very close to Dorian, Isolia, Philander and Venta – and several others you haven't met, such as Anthikares Neroth – almost as if they were members of her own family, although she doesn't really know what that's like. It had made her wonder what it would be like to have a child of her own, if that's even possible – she has heard of elves who were able to sire or bear children, but they're not common. And if it was possible, who would she want to have a child with? She can think of no one: all the men she knows are thousands of years younger than her, which makes things awkward. Also, she remembers being used as a sex doll by some of her former masters and has no desire to relive those memories: she doesn't really like the idea of having sex with anyone. And anyway, would she be any good at being a mother? While she was trying to teach Dorian how to defend his mind, she accidentally hurt him so badly that he spent a night in the school's infirmary. If she had a baby, she could very easily hurt or kill it without meaning to, so… maybe it's for the best that it probably won't ever happen? And so on.

These confessions are so deeply personal and candid that they make you feel uncomfortably hot. A fiery blush spreads across your cheeks.

Jana notices your discomfort, grins at you, and says, in a teasing voice, "What're you reading now?"

"Um… I think Green Flame's getting a bit broody," you mumble.

There is a pause while Jana tries to work out what you mean. "Broody like she's brooding, or…?"

"Like a mother hen, I mean."

"Cute," says Jana, with a nod. "That's why she's got Cadre 1F crowding around her like a nest of chicks."

"Well, there's more to it than that…"



When you go to Tyrepheum to tell Cadre 1F about the contents of Green Flame's journal, do you want to tell them everything? (Choose one)
[] Yes. Be as honest as possible.

[] It would take too long to tell them everything. Just tell them the most important things.

[] There are some things Cadre 1F don't need to know…
-[] For example, Green Flame would probably be very embarrassed if you told them about her confessions on the last page.
-[] And they don't need to know that Green Flame was suspicious of you and Mishrak.
-[] Write in: is there anything else you don't want to tell them?

Ugh, this took a while. Oh well, I hope you enjoy it.
 
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Green Flame's Journal (Part Four)
11. Green Flame doesn't know much about the Melphior cultists, but she's written down everything she was able to find out about the gang of bullies who attacked Cadre 1F before (most of which they already know/she has already told them).
I didn't include anything about demon-worshipping cultists in the last update, even though I'd previously said I would, partly because Green Flame doesn't really know much about Melphior's cultists outside of school and there was no need to write down anything she knows about the Rayze twins, Yulian Sagittarus, or Moroth Noorandiun because she can tell Cadre 1F anytime she likes, but also because I forgot.

I don't think that's how comparative adjectives work.
Yeah, well, that was a long update and I was tired when I posted it. Thank you for pointing out the mistakes.

Green Flame wrote the diary for Cadre 1F, not for us. We should give it back to them once we are done; they can decide what to do with it. There is no reason they can't deduce that the information she has is incomplete; they'd be looking at the same source, after all.

We can absolutely tell them it contains personal things they may be not comfortable knowing, but there's not a soul in the world who'd be less inclined to read something with a foreword like this one instead of more, especially not kids. She could have torn out the pages she didn't want anyone to read; and yet she gave the diary away as it was.

I don't know what qualifies us to be privy to someone else's personal secrets more than the people it was explicitly addressed to.
Green Flame is bound with magical chains that prevent her from revealing most of the stuff that's in her journal. The only way she was able to write it at all was by hiding it in such a way that she could pretend to herself that there was no chance that anyone would ever be able to find it. Even if she was secretly hoping that Cadre 1F would solve the puzzle and read what she had written, she couldn't make it easy for them. She certainly didn't explicitly address anything in her journal to them.

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Green Flame's Journal (Part Four)
Later in the week, after you have told Raef that you want to go back to Tyrepheum – and after you have suggested that she should speak to Green Flame in private and subtly correct her misconceptions about portal magic – you ask Jana, "Have you come to a decision yet?"

"About what?" she asks, giving you a look of puzzlement.

"Who do you want me to ask out on your behalf? Isolia or Venta?" you remind her.

"I don't know either of them very well," she moans, in consternation. "How am I supposed to choose?"

"Maybe you should get to know them better," you agree. "If you come with me this time, you can spend some time talking with them. After that, you can make your choice."

"Uh… all right," says Jana, with a tremulous nod.

And so, when you arrive at the Tyrepheum Academy again, you meet Cadre 1F in Green Flame's office while she's gone to talk with Raef somewhere else. You spend a few minutes on greetings and small talk, mainly to give Jana a chance to speak to Isolia and Venta. Then, when the conversation seems to be dying down, you hold Green Flame's journal above your head and say, "By now, I've had time to read this. It made for interesting reading. Would you like to know what I've learnt?"

Immediately, you have everyone's full attention.

"Very much," says Dorian, in a whisper.

"Tell us," says Venta. "We'd really like to know."

Isolia says nothing, but gives a nod. Philander looks thoughtful. "I suspect that I'm not going to like some of the things you're about to say… but don't mind me. Please, go ahead."

"Well, the first thing you should know is that Green Flame doesn't entirely trust me. I'm the Chosen of Mishrak, who usually lurks at the bottom of the sea and isn't renowned for being friendly to humans. I suppose she's worried about what my intentions might be." You grin mischievously and waggle your fingers at them. "Maybe she thinks I'll lead you astray. Wooo!"

"Very funny," say Dorian, rolling his eyes. "And do you disagree with anything Green Flame wrote about your Uncle Mishrak?"

"Well, he enjoys creating sea monsters, but he doesn't mean any harm. He's a big old softy, really!"

The members of Cadre 1F exchange weary glances.

"Never mind that," says Venta, after a moment's pause. "What else did Green Flame write in her journal?

You tell them how Green Flame and her fellow elves were summoned to aid Keron in his battle against Telthalus and his army of birds. In particular, you point out that the popular legend of how 'Keron was tricked into fighting his own shadow, after which he lay down in his exhaustion and became one of the constellations' is quite different from what Green Flame actually witnessed.

"Interesting." Phil nods. "But how does that affect us?"

"Well…" You pause and think for a minute. "The reason why Green Flame didn't tell anyone the true story was that she was forbidden from doing so by a member of the Mystic Path!"

You go on to explain who the Mystic Path are, how they deposed Galadan the Mystic and took over the Tyrepheum Academy for a short time before Opernus Prentigold was appointed, and how you have heard of them before: you describe how they attacked Teryn's Necropolis, how they created the magic mirrors that enabled you to travel to the Tyrepheum Academy the first time, and how you found a coded notebook written by one of their former lackeys. This derails the conversation to the extent that you begin to worry that you will not have enough time to tell Cadre 1F everything you learned from Green Flame's journal.

Hurriedly, you explain who Alikada Zinistrari is, what she did while she was at the Tyrepheum Academy, and how she has returned several times in the guise of 'Madam Zyn'.

When he hears that name, Dorian is unable to suppress a gasp. "Madam Zyn… that's the woman who…"

"She enabled your parents to have you. To do that, she took pieces from both of your parents, added life magic and some elven blood, and then…" You indicate him with a nonchalant gesture. "It seems to have worked out pretty well, don't you think?"

"I suppose," he mumbles.

Then, you explain Green Flame's theory that the Mystic Path salvaged the body of one of the time elves who was slain in battle against the Demon Lords – and Zinistrari took something from it that she used to create Dorian, which is why he knows such an unusual 'cantrip' that only he can use.

By this point, Dorian seems to have been shocked into silence. Phil nudges him and says, encouragingly, "I've heard it said that noble blood is rare and royal blood is rarer still, but it seems like your blood is even rarer than that. You're one of a kind, my man!"

"I… um… thanks," is the reply.

After that, you go on to explain what Green Flame thinks Cinna the Sinner Man has done and is planning to do in future, although you are at pains to emphasize that most of this is mere speculation based on fragmentary evidence. Nevertheless, by the end of it, Philander has joined Dorian in grim silence.

"What can we do?" asks Venta, looking anxiously at Phil.

"I've got a few ideas," you tell her. "But I don't think we have time to discuss them right now. Don't you have curfew fairly soon?"

She nods. "Yes, we'll get in trouble if we're caught out of our dormitories past curfew. Especially if we're with boys."

"Oh, so it's fine if you're out with a girl, huh?" asks Jana, giving her a roguish wink.

"Um… no, it's not fine," says Venta, who doesn't seem to understand Jana's meaning. "You still get in trouble for it. But being caught with a boy is worse."

Jana sighs. "Why?"

"They assume we'll get pregnant if we so much as look at a boy when it's past nine o'clock in the evening," says Isolia, rolling her eyes. "Or maybe it's another one of their stupid rules that're supposed to make us grow up to be clever and cunning."

"Oh," says Jana, giving her a considering look.

"Anyway, I've nearly finished," you say, rifling through the journal one last time, just to remind yourself of anything you might otherwise have forgotten. "Isolia, Green Flame has some concerns about your sponsor, Dr. Hygmalion, but she has promised to kill him if he does anything to hurt you. I hope you find that reassuring."

"Not especially," she replies. "By then, I'll already be… uh, I don't want to think about it."

"That's something else we can discuss next time we meet," you say. "How about you come over to my place next time? You can come to dinner!"

Venta looks narrowly at you. "And when you say 'my place', you mean?"

"Mishrak's undersea palace, of course. It's beautiful! Honestly, you'll love it!" you tell her.

"Hmm." She does not look enthused by your suggestion.

Looking down at the journal, you finish by saying, "Green Flame thinks she could beat 'the Elm King' in a fair fight, whoever that is. Also, she doesn't think you should trust Garanhedd the Giant, but you know that already. And finally, she really cares about you, as if you were her own family. You know that, don't you?"

There is a chorus of gruff yeahs and a few nods.

"I think it's time for us to go," you say, taking Jana by the hand. "Until next time."

You are only able to open a portal between this room and the next, but it's still quite impressive to those who are watching. But then you need Raef to teleport you the rest of the way home. Fortunately, it doesn't take long for you to find him.



"So, have you made your decision?" you ask Jana, later that evening.

With a nod, she says, "Isolia."

"Good choice, I suppose. May I ask why?"

"Venta's a cutie, but she's a bit too innocent for me. And she's part of a huge family who might not approve of her being with a girl – a human girl – you know," says Jana, blushing. "Whereas Isolia's an orphan who spent her early years living on the streets: she knows what it's like to be hungry and mistreated and… well, I haven't lived like that for a long time, but I think she and I've got a lot of things in common."

"Do you want me to ask her out for you, next time?"

Jana shakes her head. "Nah. I'm a big girl now: I don't need you to hold my hand, mom."

"Well, if you're sure."

"Yeah, this is something I have to do by myself," she says, forming a little knot of determination with her pursed lips.

"Good luck," you tell her. "I hope you'll be very happy together."

"Thanks, but she hasn't agreed to anything yet," she reminds you.

That's the end of another month.

As usual, the Aspiti Warscore increases by 1. They now have a total of 12 Warscore.

What do you want Elys to do next month? (Choose one)
[] Visit Mishrak again. (+Warscore?)
-[] Talk to Catharne about her shapeshifting powers.
--[] Suggest that she could join you as a pupil at the Engelram Academy at the beginning of the next academic year.
-[] Talk to Mishrak about his brother, Lavokthagua. (+Warscore)
--[] Find out about the various magical enhancements that Mishrak has given his brother to make him fully amphibious.
-[] Ask Mishrak to rejuvenate Yslena in much the same way that he did to Gareth.

[] Go to Mishrak's undersea palace and spend time meeting various representatives of the different groups that make up the Coalition. (+Warscore)
-[] Ask Sildar and Jorantul how they're getting on.
-[] Meet some of the Wranni.
--[] Be pleasantly surprised to see an old friend.
-[] Talk to some of the Deep Ones.
-[] Meet Red Ruin and a few of the orcs.

[] Join Sildar and Jorantul in one of their attempts to defend the Rivayni coastline from Aspiti slave raiders. (+Warscore)
-[] Fly around protecting innocent civilians while the Chosen of Mawroth do all the fighting.

[] Join Gareth and Yslena in trying to sort out what's going on with the Rivayni royal family, demon cultists, and the upcoming trial.
-[] Rescue them from a difficult situation.

[] Go to Norrange and meet her grandfather, Count Lymond Sayce. (+Warscore?)
-[] Visit her uncle, Elward, and his wife, Raene.
--[] Visit her cousin, Jesric.

[] Finish reading Kelamon Dumar's How to Enter the Underworld.

[] Invite Cadre 1F (and Green Flame?) over for dinner.
-[] Ask Mishrak to host them for dinner in his undersea palace.
--[] After you've eaten, you can talk about all sorts of things!
OR
-[] Ask your parents to take care of the arrangements.
--[] Eat a fancy meal somewhere in Truinon, then discuss how you're going to help them with their various problems.

[] Go to Tyrepheum and talk to Green Flame.
-[] Ask her about Garanhedd and the Elm King.
--[] Ask Raef how you can free her from the magical bonds that keep her as a slave.
---[] Attempt to free her, maybe? (Warning: this will be extremely difficult and potentially dangerous)

[] Go to Tyrepheum and talk to Dorian.
-[] Offer to get Mishrak to cure his father's supposedly incurable disease.

[] Go to Tyrepheum and talk to Philander.
-[] Investigate his evil father and what's going on at home.
--[] Attempt to kill Cinna the Sinner Man, maybe? (Warning: this will be extremely difficult and potentially dangerous)

[] Go to Tyrepheum and talk to Isolia.
-[] Find out more about her unusual situation.
--[] Who is Humferth Hygmalion, anyway? What exactly does he want with her?

[] Go to Tyrepheum and talk to Venta.
-[] Find out more about what's been going on with the space gonne project and the demon cultists.

[] Visit the Headmaster of the Tyrepheum Academy, Opernus Prentigold.
-[] Offer to buy Green Flame from him.
-[] Suggest that he repeal some of his predecessors' outdated commands, enabling her to act more freely.
-[] Try to persuade him to tell you what he knows about the Mystic Path. (Warning: this will be extremely difficult and potentially dangerous)

[] Visit Archironaeus and ask him about…
-[] The Magic Mirror.
-[] Demon cultists at the Tyrepheum Academy.
-[] Green Flame's attempts to learn about portal magic.
-[] Something else (write in).

[] Do something else (write in)*.
*If there's anything I've forgotten to add to this list, that doesn't mean that you can't do it.
 
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Walking in the Air with Uncle Mishrak (Part One)
...that thing about the entire world being like this, that was a compliment. In fact, I think it's the single strongest point of this setting, and possibly your writing style in general.
Well, thank you.

...I do not believe that was mentioned anywhere before, no. Dang, rock on Kaerina. Wish we could have seen how she did that one.
Whew. Good job, Kaerina, if indeed that was her. I got to that part in hedgiequest a while ago and Hoo Boy that place deserved to be destroyed, hopefully without any slaves inside.
Actually, Kaerina didn't do anything (other than make sure that Kari/Samaya was able to find out the address of the people who bought her from Fyralio Belusk).

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Walking in the Air with Uncle Mishrak (Part One)
When you next have the chance to visit his undersea palace, Mishrak says to you, excitedly, "I haven't introduced you to my brother yet, have I?"

"Which brother would that be?" you ask, with some trepidation: you remember hearing legends of how the elder god Vlakoroth, father of monsters, wanted dragons to be terrifying hyper-predators that would rule over every other living thing.

"Lavokthagua. He's a wingless earth dragon," says Mishrak. "Or at least he was. A number of years ago, after he was rescued from imprisonment, I gave him shapeshifting powers similar to Catharne's. Nowadays, he prefers to take the form of a mighty dragon turtle. Would you like to see him?"

"Is he here?" you ask, glancing around. Even as you do so, you feel rather foolish: the halls of the undersea palace are large and spacious, but not enough to contain a 'mighty dragon turtle'. Around the outside of the structure, there are magic windows through which the outside world can be glimpsed, but you can rarely see anything through them other than inky darkness and a few of the strange creatures at the bottom of the ocean.

Mishrak shakes his head. "I can take you to see him, if you wish."

You glance over to where Jana is playing a ball game with Catharne, who is in human form. They seem to be having fun. If you left them for a few minutes, they probably wouldn't notice that you were gone, so engrossed are they in their game of throwing and passing and catching a little leather ball.

Catharne is still a little clumsy, but she's doing well: much better than when you last saw her. Also, she seems able to hold on to human form for an impressively long time now. Soon, she'll be ready to join you at the Engelram Academy – or wherever you decide to go after that – and no one will be able to tell at a glance that she isn't an ordinary human being.

Turning back to Mishrak, you ask, "Now?"

"Why not?" he replies. Flying over to you, he perches on your shoulder. "With your permission…?"

"Do it," you say, giving him a nod.

A moment later, you are in the sky, high above the ocean; you have become like mist, drifting on the breeze, gazing down at the wreckage and remnants of a recent battle.

Floating on the surface, lightly bobbing on the waves, there are some broken spars of wood, a few empty crates and barrels, and more drowned corpses than you can easily count. Flames have reduced an Aspiti war galley to a ruined hulk; although there is not much left of it above the waterline, it continues to burn. In the distance, several more Aspiti warships are retreating across the horizon.

Closer to you, but far away enough that you didn't notice them immediately, there are various representatives of the coalition that has united against Aspitolm's expansionist ambitions: sleek, knifelike vessels flying the colours of various Wranni tribes; all of them look bedraggled, battered, and very much in need of some repair. A few ships are flying the Rivayni flag; they appear to be relatively new and have suffered little damage in the recent battle. Around them, in the water, you see some of Mishrak's Deep Ones and their fastitocalons. And, looming out of the sea, some distance away, there is the huge, rounded shape of an enormous turtle shell.

"Did they win?" you ask, although your voice is barely a whisper of wind and salt spray.

"Yes," says Mishrak, who is an indistinct winged silhouette, like a shadow in the clouds. "But it was hard-fought. The Aspitis have bolstered their fleet by having their necromancers raise ghost ships from the depths of the sea."

If you weren't ethereal and almost invisible, you would be frowning. "Isn't that your domain?"

"Yes, but I don't have control over every inch of it," he says. "There are vast areas that are ostensibly mine, of which I know little. For instance, one of the ghosts the Aspitis have raised is that of the famous Queli admiral, Egan Korentyne. I had no idea where his watery grave was – and it didn't occur to me to look – until they found it and brought his maddened spectre back to the surface."

"That sounds like the kind of thing that Belle would be interested in," you mutter.

"I'm sure she was, before she was badly injured by the Sea Ghouls and Teryn made her his Chosen. After that, it was probably too late: by then, the Aspitis had already found him and bound him as if he were one of their slaves. Along with a great many others: the restless dead of the sea…"

Next to the great turtle shell, you see an almost triangular reptilian head rise up out the water on the end of a long, serpentine neck. That must be Mishrak's brother, Lavokthagua. He glances curiously around with bulbous yellow eyes.

"If he's your brother, does that mean he's my uncle as well?" you ask.

"Possibly, but I would advise you to be careful if you tell him that," says Mishrak. "He has little reason to like humans. A wizard who calls himself Agon Hurondus kept him imprisoned in the grounds of his tower for many years."

"I've heard of Agon Hurondus," you say, with an imperceptible nod. "He's a member of the Mystic Path."

There is silence, for a moment, while Mishrak considers this. "Yes, Samaya told me about them," he says, at last. "And Professor Elthonar wrote about them in his book, didn't he?"

"They are responsible for a great many evil things that have been happening," you tell him, solemnly. "They attacked Teryn's Necropolis. They killed or enslaved Samaya's entire family. One of them created the monster that killed Professor Elthonar. Every time I hear about them, it seems like they've been spreading their influence around the world, making deals with the worse kind of people, laying the groundwork for some kind of horrible scheme… and where does it all end? What are they planning? I don't even know the full extent of their crimes!"

"We'll fight them," Mishrak promises you. "We'll stop them."

"We?"

"You and I, my Chosen. And all of the friends and allies we've made along the way."

"Almost like one of those games we played when I was a very young child," you say, in a shaky voice. "With the wolfskin rug and Irina the wizard-princess."

Mishrak smiles at you. Or, at least, you imagine he does. You can hear it in his voice: "May our story have a happy ending, just as all of hers did."

The Coalition (of forces leagued against the Aspiti Empire) gains 5 Warscore because of their recent victories and because they have been joined by Lavokthagua the dragon turtle. They now have a total of 24 Warscore.

The Aspiti Empire gains 3 Warscore because their evil necromancers have raised a fleet of ghost ships to serve them. They now have a total of 15 Warscore.

What should Elys do next? (Choose one)
[] Go back to the undersea palace and talk to Catharne.
-[] Encourage her to join you as a pupil at the Engelram Academy.

[] Tell Mishrak that the Mystic Path seem adept at using promises of arcane knowledge and power to get wizards such as Professor Elthonar to do their dirty work.
-[] Suggest that he could make things more difficult for them by making it so that young mages don't need to ask for help from such untrustworthy patrons: the Mystic Path will find it harder to find competent help if young mages can get what they want through simpler and less dangerous channels.
--[] Recommend that he start by setting up a scholarship fund for young mages who want to get a proper magical education.
---[] "My friend, Isolia, for example."

[] Attempt to talk to Lavokthagua.
-[] What do you want to say to him? (Write in)

[] Do something else (write in).
 
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When you say "do next", is this just an order thing? Like, if we vote for one, can we still do the other stuff after?
It's about priorities. What should Elys tackle first?

Dumar aside, the other members of the Mystic Path, though powerful, are not invulnerable.
Dumar/Agon Hurondus isn't invulnerable either. He's just incredibly powerful.

I don't think setting up a scholarship fund is a good idea at this time. That's ripe for abuse without infrastructure to support it, will look like ham-fisted recruitment, and the long term payoff is too long term to be a good use of attention during a war. If Isolia needs support, then I'm all for supporting her, but creating an entirely new system of operation on the basis of one woobie is not good policy.
Obviously, it's not going to happen immediately after Elys just suggested it.

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Walking in the Air with Uncle Mishrak (Part Two)
"We'll fight them," Mishrak promises you. "We'll stop them."

"We?"

"You and I, my Chosen. And all of the friends and allies we've made along the way."

"Almost like one of those games we played when I was a very young child," you say, in a shaky voice. "With the wolfskin rug and Irina the wizard-princess."

Mishrak smiles at you. Or, at least, you imagine he does. You can hear it in his voice: "May our story have a happy ending, just as all of hers did."
An intriguing possibility occurs to you. "The Mystic Path seem adept at using promises of arcane knowledge and power to get wizards such as Professor Elthonar to do their dirty work," you say. "I've seen for myself how young mages who don't have much money are basically at the mercy of their sponsors, who may not have their best interests at heart. My friend, Isolia, for example. Her sponsor is a former professor who was sacked from the Tyrepheum Academy because he got some of his students killed. I worry about what he has planned for Isolia."

"Well, if you like, I could give her the money she needs," Mishrak offers. "She wouldn't have to worry, then."

"She's not the only one. There are hundreds of pupils at the Tyrepheum Academy – and at the Engelram Academy as well, I'm sure – who have untrustworthy sponsors, or they do stupid things because they need money to pay their school fees, or they have no choice but to join the army because it's the only way they can pay off their debts. I'm sure the Mystic Path preys on people like that: tempting them with offers they can't get anywhere else, using them as disposable henchmen, and then discarding them when they have no more use for them."

"So what can we do?" asks Mishrak. "It sounds like you have a plan. Do you?"

"What if you were to set up a scholarship fund for young mages who want to get a proper magical education?" you suggest. "That would enable hundreds of people to live better lives, make it harder for the Mystic Path to recruit competent minions, and probably stimulate the economy as well, reducing poverty and making things better for everyone else."

There is a long pause. Mishrak seems to be carefully considering your suggestion.

At last, he says, "That is an interesting idea – quite possibly a very good idea – but how would it work? Where would we set it up? In Tyrepheum, or in Asquellon, or both? What about all the other mage academies around the world, almost all of which have pupils that languish in similar conditions? How would we make sure that the money went to those who need it most and not to smooth-talking confidence tricksters? And what if the plan has other consequences you may not have thought of? More scholarship pupils going to the Tyrepheum Academy could mean that the Sambian Imperial Legion would be able to recruit more battle mages; possibly, that would lead them to triumph in their ongoing war against the Rhuzadi Khaganate. And then what? Would they be willing to make peace, to go home and rebuild, and consolidate as much of their empire as they have left? Or would they embark on a new war of conquest, seeking to recapture everything they have lost? Similarly, if my sponsoring pupils at the Engelram Academy enabled the various kingdoms and free states of Greater Quellonia to recruit more battle mages… well, how would that affect the political situation?"

"It's just an idea," you reply. "Obviously, some of the details still need to be worked out."

"Yes… I will need to spend a long time thinking about this and the possible effects it may have. There is enough horror and suffering in the world already; I have no desire to be the cause of any more, even indirectly."

"If you spend all of your time thinking, you'll never end up doing anything," you point out.

He issues a sigh like a breeze stirring up the clouds. "I didn't say that I wasn't going to do anything, just that what I am going to do will require a great deal of planning and preparation."

If you weren't currently in an ethereal spirit form drifting in the air high above the ocean, you would raise an eyebrow at him. "But you'll get there in the end?"

"I will," he promises you.

Next, you turn your attention to your new uncle: Lavokthagua the giant turtle dragon. He doesn't exactly look like he's the cuddly sort. So, you consider how best to approach him.

A short update, this time, just to keep things moving.

What do you want Elys to say to him?
[] First, she should introduce herself. Be cute about it!
-[] Then, try to get him to talk about himself so she can learn more about him.

[] Mention that the wizard who imprisoned him is her enemy as well, and that of most of humanity.
-[] Tell him that she is planning to find and kill Agon Hurondus and his associates.
--[] "You want in?"

[] Say something else (write in).
 
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I don't think that human cuteness is going to work well on an inhuman being that doesn't like humans.
Indeed.

Damn, you are on fire recently!
Yeah, well… I haven't done much today. I feel like I've been fairly lazy.

Maybe Mishrak should get an aquatic accountant, to survey the seas and assay the full breadth and depth of his domain, so nasty surprises like that necromancy trick don't happen again?
I remember Nevill suggested that Mishrak should get some loan sharks to work for him. I suppose an 'aquatic accountant' might be somewhat similar.

Yes, but I didn't expect him to be self-aware. When did he end up getting enough of a grasp on the workings of politics and economy? That is not how mad science works! He is supposed to implement ideas that sound good on paper to unpredictable and disastrous results!

War planning does wonders to people, huh.
Mishrak has been a god for more than seven thousand years. Although he doesn't go out of his way to get humans to worship him, there is one place where he has been venerated as a greater god for most of that time: the Dragon Empire, on the Western Continent, which was founded by his brother, Tatse Gozira/Gozraka. I imagine that, at some point, Gozira told him to stop disrupting the economy by showering his worshippers with gifts.

Besides, Mishrak may be naïve about some things, but he isn't stupid. If someone tells him that he's making a mistake, he'll keep that in mind and try to do better next time.

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Walking in the Air with Uncle Mishrak (Part Three)
Next, you turn your attention to your new uncle: Lavokthagua the giant turtle dragon. He doesn't exactly look like he's the cuddly sort. So, you consider how best to approach him.
Scudding closer to that large triangular head, you call out, "Hi! I'm Mishrak's niece, Elys! It's nice to meet you!"

Lavokthagua gives a long, slow blink and then looks from side to side. "Where are you?" he asks, sounding bemused.

"I'm in ethereal form," you inform him. "Or maybe this is just an astral projection."

"And… what are you?" he asks. "You said you were a 'niece', correct? What is that?"

"It's like Mishrak has adopted me as a member of his family. Or perhaps my family has adopted him as an honorary member." You give a metaphorical shrug. "Either way."

The dragon turtle huffs a sigh. "You're human, aren't you?"

"Not all humans are bad!" you tell him. "We're not all like the wizard who imprisoned you."

"I know that. I know there are humans who serve Mishrak. I aided them in their recent battle against the slave islanders – did you see that?"

"No, I've only just arrived," you admit. "What happened in the battle?"

"Mishrak's human followers attacked the slave islanders from one side. I attacked from the opposite side. We soon put them to flight. Many died."

"Well done, you! I'm sure they–" With an outstretched hand, you indicate the ragtag coalition of Wranni, Deep Ones, and other enemies of the Aspiti Empire. "–were glad of your help." Too late, you realise that Lavokthagua probably can't see your gesturing.

There is a pause while the giant turtle dragon considers this. "No doubt," he says, at last.

"So, tell me about yourself," you say, trying to get him to loosen up and start talking.

"Why?" he asks. "It seems that you already know everything of note: I'm a dragon; I was imprisoned by a time-traveling wizard for many years; recently, I was freed by my brother, Mishrak, who has helped me adapt to his watery realm. Other than that, there is not much I can tell you."

Breathless with excitement, you gasp, "That wizard – Agon Hurondus – was a time-traveller?!"

"I suppose he must have been. He abducted me from my home, defeated me and forced me to guard his tower. My home was… more than seven thousand years ago, somehow. The tower exists here and now, but it is only a few decades old. Somehow, Hurondus must have dragged me into the future. I did not realise that until Mishrak told me." Lavokthagua pauses. You're not sure if you're imagining it, but you think that you can see a disgruntled expression on his fierce reptilian features. "Once, I was one of hundreds. Now, only Mishrak is still alive. Him and a few others who have gone into hiding. They have lived for millennia. Next to them, I am but a child: I have lived hardly any of my immortal life at all."

"And how do you feel about that? Do you want revenge against Hurondus?" you ask. "He's my enemy as well. More than that, he's the enemy of many of the gods and most of humanity! The dark enemy of the entire world!"

"I have no desire to see him ever again," says Lavokthagua. "Last time I fought him, he defeated me so easily…" He shakes his triangular head from side to side. "If you want to fight him, I wish you good luck. But I doubt that I will be able to help you."

"You're afraid of him?" you ask.

"Yes," he replies, in an emotionless voice. "So should you be, if you have any sense."

"But you must agree that he needs to be stopped!"

"I agree, but there's nothing I can do about it. It is a task I am happy to leave up to you or one of his other enemies."

"Um… I expected you to be angrier about what he did to you."

"Oh, I am. There was a time when my anger burned white-hot. Now though, it has cooled. It won't soon heat up again." Lavokthagua pauses, takes a deep, snorting breath, and says, "Make no mistake: I hate Hurondus for what he did to me. If I had the opportunity to kill him, I would. But I doubt that I will ever have that opportunity; obsessing over it would be a waste of time." Another pause. In a slow, meditative voice, he continues, "Instead, I live as best as I can. I am free. And the tower he commanded me to guard has been thoroughly ransacked. It's not much of a revenge, but it'll do for now."

"I've heard it said that 'the best revenge is living well,'" you reply, after a moment's thought.

"What's that? Human wisdom, is it?" Lavokthagua gives a noncommittal grunt. "I did not expect Mishrak to have become a god, or to have human worshippers, or to have a family of humans he has adopted as his own. Seven thousand years ago, if I had known he would go on to do that, I would have thought him mad. But… madness or not, it seems to have worked out for him: he is the lord of the depths of the sea, a greater god – or near enough – and I've heard that some consider him to be the true heir to our father, Vlakoroth."

"Who told you that?" you ask, curious.

"I've had a few visitors: spirits who seem to hope that Mishrak will continue from where Vlakoroth left off. Not that I think he will."

"Well… it's been nice meeting you, Uncle Lavokthagua," you say. "Thank you for talking to me."

"Farewell," is his reply. "No doubt we will meet again."



Mishrak whisks you back to the undersea palace and where your physical body is. There, you tell him that Lavokthagua 'seems nice, if a little standoffish.'

"He's had a hard life," he says. "Give him time."

"I will." You give him a nod. "By the way, would it be all right if I invited some friends over here for dinner one night, uncle?"

"Of course! Anytime you like!" he assures you.

"That's great." You smile at him, then turn to your cousin. "Hey, Catharne, would you like to meet some of my other friends? I think it would be a great test of your shapeshifting abilities. What do you think?"

"Do you think they won't like me if they find out that I'm a dragonling?" she replies, anxiously.

"Nah, I'm sure they'll be fine with it," you tell her. "Think of this as a funny trick we can play on them: they'll be astonished when we tell them who you really are. It'll be fun!"

"Um… I suppose," she says, not entirely convinced.

"Dorian, Philander, Isolia, and Venta are nice people," says Jana. "You don't have to worry about them or what they'll think. Just enjoy yourself."

"And I'll make sure there's plenty of good food," says Mishrak. "More than enough for everyone!"

"Well, all right," says Catharne, in a tremulous voice. "I'll do it."

That's the end of another month. As usual, the Aspiti Warscore increases by 1. They now have a total of 16 Warscore.

What do you want Elys to do next month? (Choose one)
[] Go to Mishrak's undersea palace and spend time meeting various representatives of the different groups that make up the Coalition. (+Warscore?)
-[] Ask Sildar and Jorantul how they're getting on.
-[] Meet some of the Wranni.
--[] Be pleasantly surprised to see an old friend.
-[] Talk to some of the Deep Ones.
-[] Meet Red Ruin and a few of the orcs.

[] Join Sildar and Jorantul in one of their attempts to defend the Rivayni coastline from Aspiti slave raiders. (+Warscore)
-[] Fly around protecting innocent civilians while the Chosen of Mawroth do all the fighting.

[] Join Gareth and Yslena in trying to sort out what's going on with the Rivayni royal family, demon cultists, and the upcoming trial.
-[] Rescue them from a difficult situation.

[] Go to Norrange and meet her grandfather, Count Lymond Sayce. (+Warscore?)
-[] Visit her uncle, Elward, and his wife, Raene.
--[] Visit her cousin, Jesric.

[] Finish reading Kelamon Dumar's How to Enter the Underworld.

[] Invite Cadre 1F (and Green Flame?) over for dinner.
-[] Ask Mishrak to host them for dinner in his undersea palace.
--[] After you've eaten, you can talk about all sorts of things!
---[] In particular, you can discuss how you're going to help them with their various problems.

[] Go to Tyrepheum and talk to Green Flame.
-[] Ask her about Garanhedd and the Elm King.
--[] Ask Raef how you can free her from the magical bonds that keep her as a slave.
---[] Attempt to free her, maybe? (Warning: this will be extremely difficult and potentially dangerous)

[] Go to Tyrepheum and talk to Dorian.
-[] Meet his parents.
--[] Offer to get Mishrak to cure his father's supposedly incurable disease.

[] Go to Tyrepheum and talk to Philander.
-[] Investigate his evil father and what's going on at home.
--[] Attempt to kill Cinna the Sinner Man, maybe? (Warning: this will be extremely difficult and potentially dangerous)

[] Go to Tyrepheum and talk to Isolia.
-[] Find out more about her unusual situation.
--[] Who is Humferth Hygmalion, anyway? What exactly does he want with her?

[] Go to Tyrepheum and talk to Venta.
-[] Find out more about what's been going on with the space gonne project and the demon cultists.

[] Visit the Headmaster of the Tyrepheum Academy, Opernus Prentigold.
-[] Offer to buy Green Flame from him.
-[] Suggest that he repeal some of his predecessors' outdated commands, enabling her to act more freely.
-[] Try to persuade him to tell you what he knows about the Mystic Path. (Warning: this will be extremely difficult and potentially dangerous)

[] Visit Archironaeus and ask him about…
-[] The Magic Mirror.
-[] Demon cultists at the Tyrepheum Academy.
-[] Green Flame's attempts to learn about portal magic.
-[] Something else (write in).

[] Do something else (write in)*.
*If there's anything I've forgotten to add to this list, that doesn't mean that you can't do it.
 
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Since Visit the Headmaster of the Tyrepheum Academy, Opernus Prentigold was meant to be a separate vote option, I'm going to split this latest storyline into two parts, which will be spread over two in-game months.

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Heart of Gold (Part One)
Your first year at the Engelram Academy is coming to a close. Soon, it will be over. A summer of leisure and spending more time with your parents looms in the distance.

Some of the older pupils are getting worried and distressed about exams; nevertheless, for you and Jana, school life seems to continue in much the same way as you have become accustomed to. Over the past several months, it has become 'normal' for you. Of course, the other pupils aren't occasionally sneaking out to visit their uncle who happens to be dragon god who has a palace at the bottom of the sea: as far as you know, you are unique in that respect.

You've invited Cadre 1F to dine with you in Mishrak's undersea palace: your uncle offered to provide the food and venue, and seemed very excited by that, which you hope won't result in a disconcertingly unusual meal. However, your plans have hit a snag: you've been told that Green Flame won't be able to attend. Apparently, her magical chains won't allow her to travel further than twenty-seven miles away from the Tyrepheum Academy and its current Headmaster, Opernus Prentigold. If she goes through a portal to a location hundreds of miles away, she will be incapacitated, which seems like a weakness that an enemy could potentially exploit. You wouldn't have designed it that way; but, on the other hand, it seems vanishingly unlikely that whoever designed the arcane bonds that keep Green Flame as a slave would care about your opinion.

And so, on one of the weekends, when you don't have classes and it seems unlikely that anyone will notice your absence, you've travelled to Tyrepheum in the hope of persuading Headmaster Prentigold to give Green Flame a longer leash.

"You're sure that this is a good idea?" asks Raef, dubiously. "I hope you don't mind if I stay as far away as possible."

"As long as you come to fetch us afterwards," you reply, a trifle anxiously. "I'm not sure we could get home without your help."

"I'll see you in the usual place," he says, meaning the shady gardens by the local temple of the Forgotten God. "Will two hours be enough or do you need more time?"

"That will be fine." You give him a nod.

He nods back to you and then vanishes through a portal.

With Jana by your side, you continue towards the Tyrepheum Academy. It takes almost half an hour for you to reach the outer gates. Then, you open a portal so that you can enter the school grounds swiftly and without anyone noticing. After that, you approach the largest building, the one you're most familiar with, and present yourself to the secretary at the reception desk.

She seems bewildered when you tell her that you are a princess from a faraway land whose rich uncle wants to fund a scholarship program for young mages from disadvantaged backgrounds and therefore you would like to talk to the Headmaster, Opernus Prentigold, about that, please. Her eyes dart from your face to your pretty dress, to your subtle but precious jewellery, and then to Jana, standing by your side, wearing the formal livery of a high-ranking servant, which has rather more embroidery and gold frogging than you think are practical; she chose it herself, of course. For several seconds, long enough for it to be uncomfortable, the Tyrepheum Academy's secretary is wide-eyed and speechless, staring at Jana wearing her outlandish outfit, before at last she turns back to you.

"I'm afraid I don't… I'm not sure if… I'll go and see if the Headmaster is free," she says, in a quavering voice. Then, she gets up and scuttles away, speedily enough that her panic is evident.

A few minutes later, you are escorted upstairs to Prentigold's office, a large and well-appointed room which appears to have been designed to impress visitors. The furnishings are clearly valuable, enough to emphasize the wealth and prestige of the Tyrepheum Academy to anyone who might see them, but not so much as to be tastelessly opulent. There is an ornately carved desk and chairs made of exotic wood, plush carpets marked with intricate patterns, bookshelves filled with rare books of arcane lore, and a scale model of the entire world, made of wood and brass, in the corner of the room.

From where he is sitting on the other side of the desk, Opernus Prentigold scrutinizes you with gimlet eyes. He is a wiry old man dressed in plain black robes, with a wizened face and a neatly-trimmed white beard. "I have been told that you are a princess from a foreign land, here to talk about a scholarship fund for needy students," he says, derisively, raising a suspicious eyebrow at you. "I hope that this is not a prank. I take a dim view of such things."

Jana takes a step forward, indicates you with both hands, and says, "May I introduce you to Elys Allardyne, Princess of Ismar and Windskil?"

"You may not," Prentigold snaps at her. "I'm here to talk to the organ grinder, not the monkey. Anything she has to say, she can say to me herself."

Opening her mouth to say something else – some sarcastic retort, no doubt – Jana takes a deep breath, but manages to restrain herself. Taking a step back, she rolls her eyes in exasperation and then gives you a nod, as if to say, 'Over to you, Elys.'

"I'm Elys Allardyne, the princess of a couple of tiny islands in the Sea of Squalls," you say. "But never mind that. More importantly, I'm the Chosen of Mishrak, the dragon god of the depths of the ocean, whose hoard consists of all the sunken treasure that has ended up at the bottom of the sea ever since the world began. He would like to expand his portfolio and get more worshippers, in the Sambian Empire and elsewhere, and therefore he has decided to put his wealth to good use by funding a scholarship program to enable more young mages from impoverished backgrounds to go to schools such as this and get a proper magical education."

"I see," says Prentigold, who doesn't seem convinced. "And what is it that you need from me?"

What will you say to him?
[] Write in.

Yes, the world of Chosen by the Dragon God is quite advanced in some respects, despite the fact that it's almost medieval in others: apparently, mobile barrel organs are common enough for 'the organ grinder's monkey' to have become a popular idiom.

Schizo tech, eh? Don't blame me: blame the Demon Lords for causing the collapse of human civilisation every few thousand years!
 
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beats me, prentigold honestly spooks the hell out of me, if he wasnt so deadly id say we just stab the guy. for diplomacy though, his way of thinking is too alien for me to begin to try and get what we want from him.
Hopefully, Prentigold as he appears in this latest chapter is just as 'spooky' as you remember him being. :p

And, of course, a subtle but smug look to complete the ensemble.
Of course.

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Heart of Gold (Part Two)
"I see," says Prentigold, who doesn't seem convinced. "And what is it that you need from me?"
"Starting an operation like this isn't something one does casually," you say, playing for time. "A great deal of planning and organization has to go into it."

"Of course," says Prentigold, narrowing his eyes. His sardonic tone is almost palpable. "I notice you haven't answered my question: what exactly do you need from me?"

"Well, that's why I'm here," you say, with a small shrug and a disarming smile. "I came to see you because I wanted to get an idea of what it would take on an organizational level to interface with Sambian mage schools."

The Headmaster grimaces. "'Interface'. Ah, how I hate the word! If words could take human form, it would be a smooth-tongued charlatan: superficially impressive, but otherwise shallow and worthless."

You laugh politely. "I mean, what would we need to do to turn this idea into reality? And do you think we could get support for it?"

"Support from whom? The teachers? I'm sure most of them will be in favour, except for those who loathe their pupils or think that magic should be restricted to a small, elite few. The regional governor, his magistrates, and other local authorities? They know better than to meddle with the smooth running of this school – or any of the others. The Emperor himself, his flunkeys, and other members of the Imperial Court? I suppose anything is possible, given sufficient bribes." Prentigold takes a deep breath, gives a derisive snort, and shakes his head. "And if your dragon god wants to provide financial support to any of our pupils, he certainly doesn't need my permission – in that sense, why should he be any different from anyone else? Already, there are a great many patrons who pay for young mages to attend this academy; they all have their reasons… and I don't turn any of them away or refuse to accept their money, despite what I might think of them."

"What do you mean by that?" you ask, trying to unravel his web of words.

"For instance, the Imperial Legion is our most important financial backer: each year, it pays for around a third of our students to attend this school, on the condition that they will join the Legion as soon they graduate and for twenty-five years afterwards, serving as scouts, or battle mages, or weather wizards, or in various other roles."

"Aren't you a war hero? Didn't you serve in the Imperial Legion?" you ask. "In that case, I guess that you… uh, approve of them doing that?"

"Not necessarily," he replies. "As a 'war hero' and the headmaster of this school, I have seen first-hand how the Imperial Legion exploits young mages and then discards them when they are no longer useful."

"So… do you like the idea of a scholarship fund for young mages? If Mishrak were to give them the money they need, they wouldn't need to join the Imperial Legion, right?"

"On the other hand, the Imperial Legion is dedicated to the vital task of defending the Sambian Empire from foreign aggressors. Therefore, I should do nothing to prevent them from getting the steady supply of new recruits they need to carry on their work. And if a few young mages end up dead, crippled, horribly mutilated, traumatized, or otherwise ruined… well, that's a small price to pay. Or so they say."

"I'm not sure I understand you," you admit.

"Princess, the day when you feel that you can perfectly understand me will be the day that I'll have to accept that the ravages of senility have left me a broken shell of the man I once was: on that day, I'll resign as headmaster and go to live out the rest of my life as a doddering old lunatic in a local nursing home." Prentigold smiles unpleasantly. "No doubt I will spend my time regaling visitors with tall tales of my adventurous youth. And I'll enjoy it!"

You don't like the way he says 'princess'. It sounds as if he is mocking you.

"Do you want to know why Mishrak came up with the idea for a scholarship fund?" you ask, changing the subject, somewhat awkwardly. "It was because he witnessed the… uh, exemplary behaviour of some of the students of the Tyrepheum Academy. When I questioned them, they admitted that they came from lower income backgrounds: all four of them! Clearly, poorer students are an untapped well of talent and potential!"

"Which students?" asks Prentigold. "What are their names?"

You hesitate, briefly, but there is no avoiding it: "Dorian Valens, Isolia of the Sprawl, Philander Bulhac, and Venta Durgensis."

"Dorian is the son of a magistrate; even if his father is suffering from ill health, his family is far from poor. Philander is the son of one of the richest and most influential men in the city. And Venta has the support of her entire clan; even if they are not given equal pay or fair treatment, they are an industrious people: they want her to do well and have pooled their wealth to make sure that she will have a place at this school for as long as she needs it." Prentigold rolls his eyes dismissively. "If they told you that they are examples of our 'poorer students', they lied to you. Isolia, on the other hand…" His face remains impassive, but he seems to twitch. You're not sure what that means.

"Dorian is in danger of losing everything because his father is dying, Philander needs to get away from his abusive father, and Venta… well, you said yourself that goblins aren't treated fairly or given fair pay for the work they do!" you exclaim hotly. "Why shouldn't they be able to apply for money from the scholarship fund, just like Isolia?"

"So, this scholarship fund has the intention of curing all of society's ills, is that it?"

"No." You fold your arms and give him a determined look. "But it's a start."

Prentigold stares at you for several moments. He looks contemplative. The fingers of one hand drum a familiar pattern on his desk.

At last, he says, "So, Princess Elys, I ask you again: what exactly do you need from me?"

How do you want to proceed?
[] Write in.

I didn't finish going through Flashkannon's entire plan, but I felt that this was a good stopping point. Feel free to carry on with the same plan or amend it as much as you want.
 
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Heart of Gold (Part Three)
All right, let's get on with this.

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Heart of Gold (Part Three)
Prentigold stares at you for several moments. He looks contemplative. The fingers of one hand drum a familiar pattern on his desk.

At last, he says, "So, Princess Elys, I ask you again: what exactly do you need from me?"
"Your insight seems sound. Thank you for it and I'll consider it." You pause and take a deep breath. "Perhaps my perspective as a princess has limited my understanding of hardship, especially with regards to Cadre 1F, but that doesn't mean alleviating hardship is outside of my interests."

He nods, but gazes at you with narrowed eyes.

In spite of his suspicion, you press on: "I need two things from you, Headmaster. First, from the way you spoke earlier, it seems like many of the financial backers currently available to your pupils – the Imperial Legion and Isolia's sponsor, for example – would object to being supplanted. Please tell me about anyone you think would try to prevent Mishrak from starting this program if they knew about it."

"And the second thing?" he asks.

"I want a list of students who would be otherwise forced to drop out of classes due to injury. Even if they've been so badly hurt that they can't ever become battle mages or embark on other similarly strenuous careers, their magical education is an advantage that most people don't have."

"Here in the Sambian Empire, we are not in the habit of wasting our young mages, even if they have been foolish enough to cripple themselves," he replies with a contemptuous snort.

You raise an eyebrow. "Do their financial backers continue to support them even after that?"

He hesitates. "Perhaps you have a point," he admits. "Very well, I will get you the list you've asked for."

"And my first request?" you remind him.

"Isn't Mishrak a god? Surely he can decide for himself who his enemies are and who he should be wary of? That will be one of his first challenges to overcome, if he means to take this seriously," Prentigold replies. "Still, you may have a list of all of our students' financial backers. What you do with that information is up to you. I should warn you that some of the names and contact details have undoubtedly been falsified: you'll need to unravel the truth, if there is any to be found."

He raises a hand to his chin, strokes his neatly-trimmed beard, looks thoughtful, and says, "The Imperial Legion has a tremendous amount of power and influence, but it is slow, inflexible, and divided between many different squabbling factions. If Mishrak puts his plan into action, by the time they realise what he has done, it will be too late for them to do anything about it. Besides, they have much bigger problems to deal with: the ongoing war with the Rhuzadi Khaganate, for instance. And, as for Isolia's patron…" He exhales. It sounds like an irritated huff. "I suspect he sees her as an investment. She is a talented young mage with a lot of potential, but no family ties or anything else that would prevent him from moulding her into whatever he wants her to be. And someday, when she has achieved fame and success, he will tell everyone that it was because of him. She is but another step on his path to even greater heights of wealth, power, and political leverage."

"And how do you feel about that?" you ask.

"Isolia's patron is a man named Humferth Hygmalion, who was once a professor at this school. I dismissed him when I found out that he was responsible for – or had contributed to – the deaths of some of our pupils. I would have preferred it if he had been more severely punished, but… nothing he did was illegal. He made sure of that. My hands were tied."

"How did he get those pupils killed?"

"There are certain magic artefacts that have immense power but are tremendously difficult to craft. A dozen years ago, Hygmalion was assigned as a mentor to a cadre of student mages who, in an attempt to prove that they were ready to graduate, decided to craft one of those artefacts. As far as I have been able to discern, he did nothing to discourage them from this exceedingly dangerous course of action. It caused the deaths of two of them; the other two were grievously injured."

"That's horrible, but it sounds like he was negligent, not like he actively pushed them to risk their lives like that," you point out.

Prentigold gives you a baleful glare. "They lost their lives as a result of their attempts to craft an artefact that disappeared after they had their fatal 'accident'. I suspect that it fell into Hygmalion's hands. Of course, I have no proof. Nevertheless…"

"Do you think something like that could happen again?" you ask, alarmed. "What if he tries to get Isolia to make one of those artefacts?"

"She doesn't have the knowledge or skills to be able to do so," he replies. "At least, not yet. In three or four years' time, maybe. But I somewhat doubt that Hygmalion would have spent so much time and money on her if he simply planned to sacrifice her like that. He has something else in mind for her, I'm sure."

Even so, you make a mental note to warn Isolia and the other members of Cadre 1F to be wary of anyone who tries to persuade them to craft a powerful magical artefact, for whatever reason.

"Well, thank you for your time, Headmaster," you say, getting up and ready to go, signalling to Jana, and then turning back with one last question: "Oh, one last thing: I want to invite Cadre 1F to a dinner party, because they're my friends and they helped me, but Green Flame can't come because she can't travel more than a few miles away from the school. Could you fix that?"

"The spell that keeps her tethered to this school is working as intended. Why would I want to start messing with it?" asks Prentigold. "Besides, what would she do at a dinner party? She is an elf: sustained by magic, she therefore has no need to eat or drink. I somewhat doubt that her digestive system is in good working order; it has been more than seven thousand years since she had cause to use it. Nevertheless, if you enjoy being serenaded by stomach-churning sounds of eructation and flatulence, that's up to you, but…" He falls silent for a few moments, as if a contrary thought just occurred to him and his brain needed some time to catch up with his mouth's stream of rhetoric.

Taking another breath, he begins again, speaking rather more cautiously: "Princess Elys, it would take a great deal of time, effort, and expertise to alter Green Flame's magical bonds as you wish. It would be a difficult and frustrating task. And it would increase the chances of her escaping from slavery. Admittedly, I don't know what she would do if she managed to free herself, but… well, why would I take needless risks?" He gives you a significant glance. "Or, to put it another way, what's in it for me?"

This is your opportunity to bribe Prentigold. Or not. I leave it up to you to decide what to do next.

How do you want to reply?
[] Write in.
 
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Heart of Gold (Part Four)
I am sure we will all wait warmly.
Fortunately, I didn't make you wait for very long.

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Heart of Gold (Part Four)
Taking another breath, he begins again, speaking rather more cautiously: "Princess Elys, it would take a great deal of time, effort, and expertise to alter Green Flame's magical bonds as you wish. It would be a difficult and frustrating task. And it would increase the chances of her escaping from slavery. Admittedly, I don't know what she would do if she managed to free herself, but… well, why would I take needless risks?" He gives you a significant glance. "Or, to put it another way, what's in it for me?"
"I could offer you money or favours, if you want," you reply. "Mishrak, my patron, is extraordinarily wealthy."

"Yes, I'm aware of that." Prentigold heaves a sigh. "I must say, I'm disappointed by your lack of imagination. You could have offered me anything – literally anything – but you chose to be mundane and realistic about it. 'Money or favours', hah! It's entirely possible that I would never accept any bribe you could possibly offer me, which is why I expected you to offer me castles in the air, the secret of immortality, the lost Kingdom of Borthaigne, and so on. You'll never be a successful confidence trickster if you don't give your marks something to hope and dream about."

"I'm not a confidence trickster," you protest, scowling at him.

"Oh, did I say 'confidence trickster'?" he asks, a note of theatricality in his voice. "I meant politician, of course. Still, the basic principles are the same."

"Never mind that," you say, shaking your head. "I want to help Green Flame. I think she's a good teacher and a good person. She deserves better than being a slave. And if you wonder what she would do if she were freed… well, why not ask her? She seems to like teaching, so maybe she'd agree to stay as a regular member of the faculty?"

"Sambian law is very clear on this point: all elves within the boundaries of the Sambian Empire are considered to be slaves. Green Flame will always be a slave for as long as she stays here in Tyrepheum, unless the law changes or she ceases to be an elf."

"Welll... how difficult would it be to change the law?" you ask.

"You would need to persuade the Emperor himself. Perhaps you could offer him a sparkling bribe?" Prentigold gives you a significant glance. "Something more tempting than you offered me, you understand?"

"I think so," you say, somewhat doubtfully. "Thank you for your time, Headmaster. When may I have those lists you promised me? The list of financial backers and the list of students who've had to drop out due to injury, you remember?"

"Tomorrow," he decides. "Come back tomorrow and my secretary will give them to you."

"Good evening," you say, shaking his hand and then striding out of the room. Jana trails along behind you.

On your way to meet up with Raef and get a portal home, you have plenty of time to discuss how your meeting with Headmaster Prentigold went. When you ask Jana about it, she looks perturbed.

"He was running rings around you, Elys," she replies. "It was painful to watch."

"I didn't think it was that bad," you say. "I mean… he's not a nice guy, but I feel like I can work with him."

"Yes, I'm sure that's exactly what the Mystic Path said about him. I remember you told me what Green Flame wrote in her journal: it seems to me like he didn't give them everything they wanted, but he made them feel like he was reasonable, like he was someone they could deal with, so they didn't go through the hassle of killing him and trying to find a replacement. And he's managed to stay alive ever since then. Probably because he manages to persuade everyone that, even if he's not on their side, he's not their enemy. And then he offers to help them with a few minor things – like those lists he offered you – just to smooth over any ruffled feelings."

"He did present himself in a very favourable light, didn't he?" you admit. "He had me convinced that he has some kind of moral centre and a desire for justice to be done – at least where Hygmalion is concerned."

"And I'm sure he showed the Mystic Path exactly what they wanted to see as well. They wouldn't have let him stay on as Headmaster if they didn't think he was just as depraved as they are," Jana mutters. "They must've had hopes of recruiting him as one of theirs, right? Why else would they have left that magic mirror in his school?"

"Maybe they just forgot about it," you suggest.

"You could be right about that. It seems like they stopped caring about those mirrors at some point."

"Even if he was manipulating me, I still feel like some of the things he said could be useful, possibly. For instance, we could get the Sambian Emperor to change the law about elves being slaves… maybe?"

"And how do you propose we do that?" asks Jana.

"As emissaries of Mishrak the dragon god, we could just walk up to the palace and ask for an audience, couldn't we?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "I dunno. Maybe they'd turn you away. It seems like the kind of thing you ought to research and prepare for in advance, instead of just asking Raef to teleport us straight there."

"Oh." Disheartened, you lower your eyes.

Jana gives you a knowing glance. "You were planning to ask Raef to teleport us to the palace of the Sambian Emperor, weren't you?"

"Well… I was, but not anymore," you admit.

"Make sure to look before you leap, all right?"

You nod. "Yeah."

Seeing you looking forlorn, she puts her arm around you. "Cheer up, Elys. It'll work out for the best, all right?"

"Thanks, Jana," you say. "Now… let's go home."

That's the end of another in-game month. Well, sort of. Technically.

As usual, the Aspiti Warscore increases by 1. They now have a total of 17 Warscore.

What will you want to do next?
[] Have a dinner party with Cadre 1F as you had planned. However, Green Flame will not be able to attend.
-[] What do you want to discuss at this dinner party. (Write in: please provide a list of talking points.)
OR
[] Delay the dinner party so that you can visit the Sambian Emperor and attempt to persuade him to change the law so that elves are no longer automatically considered to beslaves within the boundaries of the Sambian Empire.
-[] Offer him a monumental sum of money.
OR
-[] Tell him that Mishrak can extend his life with rejuvenating treatments. Offer this service in exchange for changing the law.
OR
-[] Offer him something else (write in).
 
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The Dinner Party (Part One)
Well done for completing Elys's first school year at the Engelram Academy, by the way.

Hmm. I'll give you 1xp for it. (Elys now has a total of 4xp. She needs a total of 9xp before she can reach Rank 4.)

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The Dinner Party (Part One)
By the time you manage to get your friends together for a dinner party, the summer holidays have begun. In some ways, that's a good thing: it means that you have plenty of free time in which to prepare and get everything ready. However, you are acutely aware that time is not on your side: the longer you delay, the higher the chance that events will begin to spiral out of control. Before long, the Aspitis could launch a full-scale invasion of Rivayne, or Melphior's cultists could complete their evil plot to take over Zora Alishanda's dream realm, or the Mystic Path… Uh, actually you have no idea what they're doing right now, but it's bound to be nefarious.

The point is this: even though you're glad to be back home with your parents; even though long summer days stretch out ahead of you, ripe with possibility; even though you're relieved to have been freed from schedules and deadlines and academic assignments for the next month or so, you're beginning to worry that you may be running out of time. There never seems to be enough time to do everything you need to do. Time is a precious resource and it seems like all of Mishrak's wealth would be insufficient to buy you any more of it. You're just going to have to do the best you can with what you've got.

Mishrak provides the food and the venue for your dinner party. Initially, he promised to dazzle your new friends with the magnificence of his undersea palace and the wide variety of exotic foods that will be available for them to eat, but you managed to persuade him to moderate his generosity. Concerned that so much rich and unfamiliar food might make some of the members of Cadre 1F sick, you convinced him to limit tonight's feast to a few seafood dishes, a few regional delicacies, and a few of your personal favourites. Of course, Mishrak being who he is, 'few' in this case means more than enough food to enable you and all of your guests to overeat until you explode.

"What will you do to the leftovers?" you ask, still fretting.

"I'll send them to my temple in Rivayne; they'll distribute them to the poor," he informs you.

You nod, comforted. "That's good."



At the appointed time, with Raef's help, you manage to open a portal so that the members of Cadre 1F, except for Green Flame, can come through it. Then, you give them a short guided tour of those areas of Mishrak's undersea palace that are within a few minutes' walking distance of the hall where tonight's dinner has been laid out. You are gratified to notice that they all seem to be suitably amazed by what they see.

While Dorian, Philander, and Venta are wide-eyed and gawping at the sights, Jana manages to pull Isolia to one side so that she can converse with her in private, for a few minutes. Afterwards, she looks pensive, but not displeased or frustrated – and Isolia looks guardedly pleased – so you hope that it went well.

"Dinner is this way," you say, feeling that you've delayed for long enough already. "Follow me."

Catharne is waiting in the feast hall. She looks human, for the time being at least, and resembles a younger version of you to the extent that it gives you a moment's pause. But then you see something about her face that reminds you of Jana. Then, it occurs to you that the facial features that remind you of yourself might actually be meant as a reference to one or other of your parents. You think you can see something of Bellona in the shape of her nose and jawline. Also, her eyes are a virulent acid green, just like Mishrak's. It appears that Catharne has designed her human form to look like every member of your family combined into one.

"This is my cousin, Catharne," you say, after you've introduced her to the members of Cadre 1F. "She's Mishrak's daughter."

"How does a dragon god have a human daughter?" asks Philander, with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm a shapeshifter," says Catharne. "Um… most of the time, I… I don't look like this."

"Did you construct your own human form or do you have a limited repertoire of forms to choose from?" asks Venta.

"I… I made it myself. It took a long time," Catharne admits.

"Well, you did a good job of it," says Philander, giving her a sly wink. "Pretty."

"Thank you," says Catharne, smiling at him.

"Also, she's only seven years old," you announce. "So I would prefer it if you didn't flirt with her."

"Duly noted," says Philander, ashen-faced and shaken.

"Actually, because he wanted me to be Elys's… um, companion… my father designed me to mature much faster than if I was human. So there," says Mishrak's daughter, sticking her long pink tongue out at you. "I'm nearly an adult."

"Do you want him to flirt with you?" you ask, exasperated.

"What if I do?" she replies. "I want to be admired."

"Uh, don't worry," says Philander, a pleading tone in his voice. "I'm sure I can restrain myself from now on."

Catharne puts on such a childish pout that it makes you burst out laughing.



During the meal, what do you want to discuss first? (Choose one)
[] Why Green Flame was unable to attend this dinner party.
-[] Your plans to free Green Flame from slavery.
--[] Write in: what exactly are your plans to free Green Flame from slavery?

-[] Offer to get Mishrak to heal Dorian's father.

[] Tell Isolia what you've found out about Humferth Hygmalion.

[] Write in: how do you think you can help Philander?

[] Write in: what can you do to help with the Space Gonne project or to save Tyrepheum's goblin community from the depredations of Melphior's cultists?

[] Say something else (write in).

I feel like I need a bit more direction as to what you actually want to say to Cadre 1F. Be specific, please.

I'll be here to answer any questions you may have or to offer suggestions if you need them.
 
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