At first the dream like qualities remain, then the world starts to come in to full view, and Smell, and FEEL. From an alley he can see a nice medieval looking town, men and women and even a large red bearded dwarf walking about, doing business and enjoying the day. Standing up from the place he appeared at he takes 2 steps toward the exit and the ground vanishes beneath him. His last thought before vanishing through the hole is ‘so this is weird luck in action’.
Next thing he knows he is falling down a long tunnel in to nothingness and glowing white mist then after an unknown amount of time the bottom opens up in what appears to be a stone room lit by distant torch light. He hits the floor chest first, knocking the wind from him. He lays there for a bit unmoving, taking slow stock of his new body, internally checking for broken bones.
As he lays there he hears voices. Both female and not too far away, first voice, somewhat muffled, “Ok what Exactly did you wish for again ?”
Second voice, closer, and pretty sounding, “Um Someone who could rescue us who was tall and beautiful ?” First voice, now sounding tired and annoyed, “Why not just wish us out of here ? We only had one wish, oh wait, this is because your lonely isn’t it. You wanted someone other than me to talk to and maybe play with.”
Second voice, “Well you were asleep. I was thinking it would be nice to have someone nice to talk with. Someone I could compare knowledge and hobbies with. Not necessarily sex you know. But intellectually stimulating. Tall and pretty was sort of an after thought.”
First, still annoyed, “So did your savior appear here in this magically warded room ?”
Second voice, “Uh yes, fell right through the ceiling. Though they are not moving, all I can make out is a patched up cloak and a large bag across their back. I have not built up the nerve to look closer.”
First, exasperated, “So get up and see if they live for one. Two if they even speak our language, and 3 if they are willing to help us or just kill us and there by help us to the afterlife. Or maybe just you as your thoughtlessness ripped them from where ever they were to this pit.”
Second voice goes quiet, except for the sound of careful movement. Then the edge of the cloak hood comes up and a shadowy face looks under, “Are you alive in there ?” she whispers.
From deep in the hood a voice emerges, one that speaks of untold pleasures or slow death, depending on mood, “I was just 2 steps from my new life, then whoosh no ground under my feet and I fall through nothingness only to land here. Why did you make me go Whoosh ?”
Tentively, “I found a um device that could grant me one wish. Well I and my Mistress are trapped in here and needed help to get out. So I used that wish and well the spirits picked you. Um not sure if that is good or bad.”
Partial nod from the covered head, “I understand wishing. I found a device that granted me one too. I wished to be healthy and wealthy and such. I was getting a new start on life. I was there, in the town where my new life was to start, then whoosh I am not. From what you said, I can only guess that whatever force gives out the wishes got lazy and grabbed the last person or maybe nearest, dimensionally speaking and dropped them or ME here to help you out. So tell me the situation while I try to determine if I have any broken bones from the long fall I just had.”
Girl, “But the ceiling is not that high up.”
Muffled voice, “Althea my pretty, they had to have fallen Through the ground above us, at the least, to appear through the ceiling, that is a pretty long fall.”
Althea, “Oh yeah. Sorry I am very hungry, they don’t feed us down here. Hunger makes it hard to think clearly.”
Figure sighs, “Oh yeah, I know that feeling very well. Ok, stand back, I am going to attempt to stand.”
Althea scurries back from the figure. The figure slowly pushes up to its knees, takes something in to consideration then pushes up and carefully stands. Looking at the figure, even in this poor light and those raggedy looking clothes, the woman is an impressive sight. Tall like Althea wished for, and she appears to have long hair but in this poor light she can’t tell the color. She has some nice curves though and probably clean up very nicely. Glinting from under the cloak Althea can make out the hilt of a sword and something more, possibly armor of some kind, but again the light makes it to hard to see.
The woman looks about herself, then pauses and takes a closer look at her chest, then reaching lower to between her legs she lets out a low moan.
Althea looks perplexed, “This is no time to be pleasuring yourself.”
Muffled voice, sighs, “That was not a moan of pleasure, sounded like one of loss.”
Tall woman, “I was a man this morning. Idiots screwed up my wish. The last part of my wish was I would Meet a beautiful woman, not become one. ARG!”
Muffled voice after a moment of silence, “Hmm I have heard of wishes going wrong before, but this is the first of them changing someone’s gender. Well with out asking for it. Maybe something in how you worded it had this unseen effect. Oh too late now. Now you get to starve in here with us. Unless you brought food with you.”
Slowly pulls off pack and bags, setting them down. Then draws forth a long well-made walking stick and taps it on the ground.
Althea, “Ah magic does not work in here. Rune sealed room you see.”
The figure looks up at her, “If magic did not work then your wish would not have worked. Ergo only certain levels or types of magic are blocked by these Runes. Or they are getting old and no one has thought to renew them. Runes wear out over time you see. Dirt, stains and such obscure them and without careful care they stop working.”
The voice sounds amused, “And these were made decades ago and never reworked. Oh my, we have a mage. “
The mage bows to the dark room, “Yes, though not greatly powerful I have studied allot of things and know more than most.” Tapping the staff again she quotes a word of power and the brass ball on the end lights up casting a pure white radiance all over the small stone room.
Now that they have light the figure can see the room is barely 12ft square with only a 7ft ceiling. It has a solid looking door set in one wall, a low slung bench / bed against another wall and a long coffin like box with other boxes on top of it.
Once that is all taken in the woman turns to her bag and starts to search it, but right on top is a note.
Dear Rob,
We hope this finds you in good spirits. As a gesture of good will we have included here in a complete list of your starting gear and items of magic. Also a list of new or more completed skills that were granted you to make your transition easier.
We did not catch one item till too late. Sorry for turning you In to your dream girl. It was a clerical error on our part. The one who took down your wish made an error. It was our filing department that found the error but too late to do anything about it. As such I have personally taken it upon myself to add a couple of freebies to your abilities. I believe you called them quirks and powers. Also all listed below as well as a basic ‘character sheet’ using your AD&D for a reference point. Somethings maybe wrong as the world we are sending you to is only like that game in the loosest of terms. Though the vtm is very much the same by the time period we are placing you in. (The 13th century) All other points of your request should still be present.
Lastly we chose a new name for you, hope you like it. Anwen Cinaed (Beauty born of Fire is the translation, given your luck curse I thought it fit).
‘Anwen’ reads down her list, noting several nice items and powers. Also noting some skills are incomplete, which basically means she can choose how to train in certain skills in order to better herself.
Aloud, “Well they admit they made a mistake, stating clerical error but the new form was already complete and my mind in place before they caught it. As compensation they granted me a couple of extra abilities beyond what was in the original agreement. Nice of them. This page also list my full ‘starting equipment’ And yes I have food. Ration type stuff though, enough for one person for 4 weeks. Not sure what that means though.”
Digging through the large backpack she finds the promised food. Recognizing it from its look and the tags on the wax paper it’s all wrapped in, “Elven way bread, jerked beef, dried fruits and nuts. Yeah that pretty much covers what I think of for rations.” Taking out a steel dagger from the inside of her cloak she cuts off a piece of the way bread (it’s like a not so sweet fruit cake with better seasoning and less fruit). Looking further in she finds the 2 mess kits, taking a minute to work out how to open them she gets out the plates and cups, “I hope you enjoy the bread and don’t eat it too fast. It’s hard to come by.”
Althea reluctantly slows her eating from Wolf to more normal speeds.
Anwen nods, “It’s not good to eat to fast after going for so long without food. You could make yourself sick and end up throwing it back up. Which is just a waste. So eat slower and less amounts to start.”
Pouting, “You did not give me much to start with.”
Muted voice, “she is right you know. You know this you’re just not thinking clearly.”
Anwen turns to the boxes, “Why are you in a box anyway ?”
Voice, “Safer for you and my pet this way. I would eat you if I was let out."
Looking back to Althea, "Care to explain ?"
She takes a small bite of the bread and shakes her head. Voice, "I drink the blood of the living, your living, ergo I drink you, get it."
Anwen nods then remembers, she is in a box, "Right, you’re a vampire, aka Nightwalker, Kindred, blood fiend, etc. Want me to find you a nice plump guard to stuff in there with you ?"
The box is silent then softly, "You would do that for me ? No joking or teasing ?"
"Sure why not. Need to get you both out of here and it's better to do it that way than just hm, nope that is harder. Let me get rid of the door first."
Stands up, walks over to the door and places her hand against it. First she focuses her mind, seeing the door, then the life beyond the door, then what is beyond the door and hall ways with in her mind. It looks clear for 2 levels up before her searching mind finds any guards. 3 sitting around a table, talking about coming down and raping the brunet girl and arguing about what the captain would say or do to them if caught.
Pulling back in to herself she nods, "The closest guards are 2 levels up. 3 of them arguing about whether they can get away with coming down here and raping Althea or not. One is worried about what their captain would do to them if they are caught away from the post."
Althea's eyes are the size of saucers, "How do you do that ?"
Anwen shrugs, "Training and magic." Extending her mind outward again this time she looks at the door and see's it's locked with a simple but effective cross bar. It takes but a few minutes of concentration before she is able to use her new mental ability to pull up the bar and set it down carefully.
Then she turns and looks at the boxes. "Hm, any of those boxes you don't need ? Cause it's a long way up and I don't feel like carrying any more than I need to."
Althea waves her off, "I will carry the boxes, don't you worry. I am much stronger than I look."
The tall mage nods, "You’re a thrall aren't you ?"
Althea, looking impressed just nods. Anwen nods to, "Cool" Althea looks perplexed, "What ?"
Anwen, "Sorry slang phrase form home. Hard to translate."
Nodding but still not understanding, "ok".
After getting their respective belongings they set out for the surface. Anwen in the lead with her glowing stick. They pass cell after cell, some empty save for the bones or rotting corpses of those put here before them. One or two have living or barely living people in them, Anwen opens their doors but does nothing else to help them. Several follow though, some getting their still living fellow prisoners out as they go.
One of them though seems to think attacking Anwen would be a good thing and grabs an unlit torch and tries to brain her, only to be grabbed by the others and beaten down.
Anwen stops and ask what is going on, skinny old man, "Eh, Burt there thought he could get in good with the guards if he killed ye, stupid git. Only things they do here is kill ye, either by a sword in the gut or starvation. Supposed to be a prison, do a set amount of time and get out. No one ever gets out though. No one ever lives long enough cause they starve us. The warden and the guards get all the food."
Anwen nods, "Well today the guards will be the ones getting eatin, mostly by worms and crows if I have any say in it." The prisoners all laugh about that.
By the time they reach the guard room Althea is in the lead, the box with her mistress in it pointed toward the heavy wooden door. 20 some prisoners are slowly coming up from behind. Anwen does her open door trick (to the guards the bar just floated in to the air and then set itself on the ground). Beyond their door is a box, it opens and a devil jumps out and starts tearing them apart with a voice speaking calmly from beyond directing the devil toward enemies or other threats.
A few minutes after the screams stop the blocking box moves to one side and Althea peeks around, taking in the carnage and her happily feeding mistress she nods, "Are you safe yet ?"
Sucking down the last of the blood from a heart she nods, "Yes, oh good stuff. These were well fed morsels." She is lying in the center of the guards table, licking herself clean, in very cat like movements. Althea enters the room followed by the mage and then the prisoners. Some of the more fit ones ignore the mess and look for weapons to use on the rest of the trek from this hell hole.
Anwen moves to the only other door and starts doing her seeking spells again. Seeing what is beyond here and where they need to go.
"Yikes, there is but one tunnel out of here and it goes right through the barracks."
Lady vampire looks at her, "Can't you magic a way past them ?"
Shrugging, "For myself sure, for everyone else, no. Well not without killing everyone, you and yours included. Fire does a wonderful job of that."
She nods, "Ok no fire. Like to avoid that fate."
Looking perplexed, "Lots of bronze weapons here, not much in the way of armor either. Odd for a prison. Would expect better equipment."
Old man, "Army gets the best stuff, these places get the left overs, in guards as well as gear."
Nodding, "Ah that makes a little more sense. I take it this is a pure human settlement ?"
The man looks oddly, "Of course, why do you ask that ?"
"I am an elf." She says with a shrug. That gets her stared at wide eyed by all present, a different oldster, woman maybe, "Elves all live either across the sea or in the far eastern area's they don't come to these lands. We get the occasional dwarf or halfling but that's it usually."
Nodding to Althea, "She made a wish so strong it pulled me here from where I was before. Personally I think the gods have it in for me. Stuff like this happens to me Allot." Said with a nervous laugh.
"Was just on my way to get an inheritance and the moment I step in to the town proper, poof yanked away and dropped here."
Younger fellow in what were once nice clothes, "Sounds to me like the gods think you to be a hero. If you get us out of here you will be on your way to such I am sure."
Waving that away, "Heroes have short lives, I was hoping to live longer than that."
While they all talk, and make short work of the guards remaining meals Anwen reads over her new list then slowly stands upright, "Oh right, I got that. " moves over to the Vampire Lady, "I think I got a way out but I need to know a few things first. Like kingdom borders and such. "
She looks intrigued, "Do tell, how will you accomplish this ?"
"I got a special magic mirror, Using it I can open a door to somewhere else, I just need a location. Some places real not make believe. You would not believe the number of people who have tried to go to a place that only exist in their minds, its usually a fatal trip."
Nodding in understanding she sucks a finger then motions over her companion, "Safe havens, idea's ?"
Althea thinks, "Hard to say. They know all our old ones, that is how we were caught, someone betrayed us. Not sure really."
Mistress looks at Mage, "Any limitations on where we can go ?"
Shrugging, "Anywhere in the world that is not shielded from magic. Top of mountains to bottom of the oceans, I would not suggest that one though, the doorway works in both directions and it would get really wet in here." Everyone talks and ideas are thrown out but in the end no one really even knows where the prison is.
"Right, so start here and spiral outwards." Pulling out a hand mirror she pauses as she first sees her own face.
She runs a finger along her face, noting the colors and how she looks like she is wearing expertly done makeup, but knows she is not. In this light her hair is darker red, but she suspects in the sun it would look more bright. Still she is a stunning beauty to be sure.
An old woman shakes her arm, "What never seen your own face before ?"
Anwen shakes her head, "Not in a very long time. I was a pudgy child." She lies with ease, covering the truth of her origin. Snapping out of it she moves to one side and starts scanning, Moving up through the earth till she can look down from above. As she is doing so she notes this thin man in grey robes looking about before pulling something out and looking around with it. Eventually he stops, looking directly at her from his place on the prison wall. His crackly voice comes through the mirror, "HA! Thought you could fool old Neberkez did you. Trying to scry a way out, well not on my watch. Take That!" makes a tossing gesture and something clear shoots at the mirror, but Anwen gestures herself and deflects whatever that was. Neberkez looks surprised, "So you got some skill. Don't know who you think you are but your no match for Me!" Anwen cocks her head to one side, takes note of some large boulders. Then makes a little gesture of pull and drop and a huge one vanishes from its spot only to appear above the wall where it falls toward the mage. He tries to leap to the side, only to underestimate the actual size of the rock. The whole of the prison shakes as the boulder, which is the size of a blue whale, hits the wall, crushing not only the mage but several guards.
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Looking over at the impressed crowd, "You know that rock looked smaller from here glad that spell has nothing to do with weight limits." Said in conversational tones.
Awed old man, "Why did you use a rock ?" Looking perplexed, "Did you not see that yellow glow about him ?" Everyone indicates they did not. "Hm, really. Well I did, it was a protection from spells shield. So I used something not a spell in and of itself. Spell shields are particular things, you can protect from physical objects like weapons or rocks, or from magic. Takes someone allot more powerful or skilled than him to use both at the same time."
The yard is now like an over turned ant hill. People running all over and around the giant rock, people yelling, screaming, calls for help, and more.
Meanwhile a strangely calm Anwen goes back to searching the area looking for a place to send all the people. Soon it is apparent that the prison is built in to the side of a large island with a swamp in one direction and a dense jungle in the other. Normally this place would be inescapable. But then no one ever expects a magic mirror.
After an hour of searching Anwen finds a lovely large town with plenty of places for everyone to disappear in to. She lets all the surviving prisoners pass through, leaving only herself and the girls behind. Once the last passes through Anwen changes the location of the entrance to above, "Ok so you want to go someplace different I take it ?"
The Lady nods, "Well that and to ask some questions."
The mage nods, "Ask, though I reserve the right not to answer." Althea smirks, "Are you a mage or a judicator ?"
Blinking slowly at her, "What I can't be both ?" The Lady rolls her eyes, "Althea I will ask the questions, ok ?" Althea nods.
"Now then. Let's start with your name. "
Looking up and thinking then shrugging, "Anwen Cinaed, that's my professional name, it means Beauty born in Flame."
The Lady nods, "So you’re a fire specialist then."
Mage, "Nope. Generalist actually, I practice Everything! Though I have a love of magical devices and weird knowledge."
She nods, "Ok, if you wished for wealth, why the ratty cloak ?"
Wide smile, does a dramatic twirl, pulling the cloak off as she does so, as it comes off the armor and very tall boots come in to view, the obvious high quality gear, fancy sword, and the rest as well as her very long bright red hair and stunning beauty. "Magic Cloak."
Both Mistress and Thrall stand there in stunned silence looking up at the busty and now wealthy looking mage.
Doing a Dramatic bow, "Anwen Cinaed Mage, Thief, Adventurer extraordinar at your service." Ends with a wide smile and hands on her weapons.
Althea to Mistress, "Ok NOW I am impressed with what the magic sent us." Mistress just nods in agreement.
Mage to Vampire, "Ok, so your name ?"
The lady nods, "Right only fair. My name is Kitten. No second name, no fancy titles. My companion is Althea Fei, warrior and my best friend and sometimes lover, when I have control of myself."
Althea suddenly claps her hands, "Thief, that's why you let everyone else out. Cover your tracks, a diversion right ?" both mage and mistress just look at her, Kitten, "Or it was the right thing to do maybe ?"
Althea looks contrite, "Ok there is that to." Pause, "so what now ?"
Anwen, "You called me to get you out of here, so I need a location to get you to. Then I need to find a new path as my last one was hit by a fast moving truck."
Both look confused at her, "A truck is a large wagon, used in moving cargo, usually pulled by oxen or multiple horses." That gets a nod of understanding, "In this case I used it as a euphemism to explain my situation," sighing, "Don't ask me to explain 'euphemism' please. I know allot and use some strange turns of phrases, I know this. People often tell me I am weird."
The girls look at each other and smile at that. Anwen just looks mildly annoyed, "Ok destination ?"
Kitten, "Why don't you come with us ?" looking tired, "I attract chaos and trouble. I don't make a good traveling companion unless you Like being in the middle of Interesting Events All the Time." Stated with her head dropping a notch with each inflected word, then her head comes up.
Althea looks at Kitten then states, "Well she would fit in. That sounds like our lives most of the time." Kitten nods, "We get pulled in to things to. That's how we ended up here. Minding our own business and then suddenly we are in a conspiracy and people are dying or disappearing. Well we know where some disappear to now."
Anwen, looking distant and a touch dangerous, "I can remove this place if you like. Make it rain rocks all over it. Big ones, little ones, if I aim right, flaming ones. Or just a couple of large flaming ones If I can aim right."
Kitten, "How can you do that ?"
Shrugging in a 'no big deal' way, "Teleport a rock high enough and the air friction will make it burst in to flame on the way down. And that is Science not magic, just so you know."
Althea, "What Is the difference between science and magic."
Anwen, "Anyone can do science, magic is a gift of the gods. You either got it or you don't." Althea nods in semi-understanding.
Putting her cloak back on, "So destination ?"
Kitten looking at her, "Where were you thinking of going ?"
Anwen shrugs, "Was thinking England. Always wanted to go, see those stone circles that dot the land. Heard some rumors about them and astronomy."
Althea, "What's Ass- tron- my ?" Rolling of eyes, "Astronomy is the study of stars, planets, and heavenly bodies." Althea nods "Oh." Eyes a little blank, Kitten, "Also used by sailors to navigate the oceans."
Althea's eyes clear up, "OH ok."
Kitten shrugs at Anwen, Anwen grins.
Althea, "What else is in this England place ?"
Anwen, "London, England is also called the Isle of Britain. It's just west of Ireland." Said Ireland with a slight Irish accent. "The native language of Ireland and Scotland is Gaelic of which I know a few words and the accents and that's pretty much it. Trivia point to. More red heads in those two countries than anywhere else in the world. Or so I have heard."
Scanning the region is not showing any of these places, not the cultures, or even technology. "Where have you pulled me to ? None of it is there." Shifting the view to Europe and moving somewhat quickly over the region, looking at this very different world. "Oh godz, from what I am seeing here you pulled me back in time."
Vampire and servant look at each other in surprise, "What do you mean ?" Ask Kitten.
Anwen counters with, "What is the most advanced technology of this era ?"
Althea grins, "I got a really nice bronze dagger from Greece right before this recent adventure, it was one of the best I ever had."
Anwen draws her sword, "This is what my people use. It's Steel, made from Iron and special additives. I don't know what they do to make it though."
Both look at it in awe, it was finer work than either had ever seen. Kitten reaches out to touch it but Anwen stops her, "Don't, the blade is enchanted, it could seriously hurt you. Like Fire level hurt if you take my meaning."
"Like fire ?" she asks curiously. Anwen answers, "Take as long to heal from such an injury." Eyes wide, "Oh well in that case, um you hold it. That does explain how clear your mirror works, though I thought it just the magic." Anwen grins, "Actually that one is because of the magic."
Althea thinks, "I have seen iron weapons before they are just very expensive and only a couple places sell them. Mostly Dwarven manufacture. But even they don't have anything as nice as that sword."
Anwen nods, "The sword is of Elven manufacture. Not the most expensive item I have, or powerful magically speaking, but good for what it does." They nod. Mages are strange true, but I am going beyond that.
Kitten thinks for a bit, "Maybe Egypt then ? I had some friends there once, not sure if they are still there."
Anwen, "We can look. See what we find. This world is a little to alien for me I think. From what I can put together I have been moved over a thousand years back in time, maybe more."
After another hour of searching the image settles on the Palace and the throne, Kitten grabs Anwen in a bone crushing hug, "HE LIVES! I am so happy!" slowly pushing her back, "I need to breath…" Kitten pulls back, "Oh sorry, forgot myself." Anwen taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, "I like hugs, but not so tight, I like breathing to." Kitten giggles, "So when we pass through, then what ?"
"From their perspective you will appear from thin air. Want a cloak ? I got a couple of spares." Looking at her present costume, she looks down," yes that maybe a good idea. Ramie knows what I am but still best not to show up looking like this."
Anwen searches the inside of her cloak and then pulls out a lovely, very high quality (very medieval) full cloak with hood. It drags the floor on Kitten, but she thinks it gives her an air of mystery, she likes it.
Striding through first, watching her old friends reaction as he sits in court, bored out of his mind then Poof she is there and Everyone is at attention, she walks up to the proper distance even as the guards suddenly run in to position, a moment later, in the same spot, a large wooden coffin comes through on the shoulders of the tuff little Althea, she waves Queen Neferatari, who was close to a heart attack before recognizing the small woman.
Kitten does the formal bow, then straightens and flips back the hood, "Hi Ramie, thought we would come by for a visit."
Ramsey the second waves back his guards and smiles, "How many times have I told you not to call me that in public ?" Kitten shrugs, "To many to count most likely." Doing a spin, "Like my new cloak, it was a gift from my new Mage." Ramsey's sighs even as is people return to thier proper places. He knows Lady Kitten is a flamboyant sort, but she is also one of his most powerful and trusted allies. As such he gives her greater lee way in his dealings with her than most any others. The fact that she to is a living God does not hurt either, though many in his court don't really know about That aspect of the strange red haired woman, believing that she is a high priestess of one of the Gods instead.
As they wait, Kitten gives him a report on things she has learned, things that all can know of and are not state secrets, those she will report in private.
A few minutes later, dressed in rags with a massive hump on 'its' back the tall mysterious mage appears, walking forward on tall shoes and strutting with the cane in hand. She exudes both power and untapped sexual presence and oddly poverty. She comes to a stop next to Althea. Whispered to Althea, "Sorry I took so long, the rain of boulders took a little longer than I thought it would." Althea grins at her and whispers back "You are only a bit behind us. No worries. Kitten was just mentioning you to the Pharaoh."
Neferatari looks at the regal but bedraggled figure with distain, "No offense Kitten but your mage looks a bit, um, how to put this."
Anwen, "Poor, unkempt, dirty, I can go on if you like."
The Pharaoh clears his throat, "That is not how you speak to a queen."
Shrugging, "I know your human etiquette, I just don't care."
Kitten, "She is an elf, you know how some of them can get." She says with raised eyebrows.
Ramsey looks at her, "Are you a royal ?"
Shrugs, "Not any more. You know how such things go I am sure."
Ramsey shakes his head, having had experience with deposed royals before and how some just don't know their new place in the world. "Your obviously a destitute person now and … Kitten why are you smiling?"
Kitten, "Appearances can be deceiving. She dresses like that so people will underestimate her. But she just destroyed the Assuranes Secret Prison. By raining boulders on it from on high. After freeing All the prisoners who were in it."
Neferatari, "I am sure their mage would put a stop to such a thing." Referring to the arch mage known to be stationed there.
Althea speaks up, "He was the first to die actually. Tried to shield himself from magic so our mage used a really big rock. He was crushed under it, as was a large section of wall and a few dozen guards." She is absolutely giddy about the destruction.
Ramsey nods, the destruction of that prison is good news to the rest of the world. Now if the rest of that cursed country could so easily be destroyed. Looking at the disguised mage, "Do you know who I am Elf ?"
Anwen nods, "Ramsey's the 2cd, greatest pharaoh of all time. Ruled Egypt for 66 years 2 month. Known after his death as the Great Ancestor. Became a legendary figure during and after his reign. Considered one of the best military leaders of his age. Married Neferatari, the Great Queen whose beauty and diplomatic skills are remembered in the top 4 most beautiful and powerful women in the world for the next thousand years."
Dead Silence
Someone drops a plate somewhere and it pops everyone out of their stunned state. Ramsey looks to Kitten, "She do that often ?"
She looks uncertain, "Um actually yes, she remembers things that have yet to happen. She was looking for a city earlier, it has yet to be built, won't be built for another thousand or so years. Talks about peoples who don't exist, yet. You can see why I keep her around yes ?"
Ramsey nods slowly, "Are you sure about the length of my rule ?"
Shrugging, "The date maybe off by a couple months, the book I read it in won't be written for another 3000 years. It did list you as the greatest, most powerful pharaoh of all time. The most well-known to. Though the statue's you litter the place with helped with that. Your queen is still popular and name and likeness are used in stories and plays well in to the hmm, let's see, add that to that, subtract the co-sign, roughly 3200 years. Mind you, time is a fluid thing, Nothing is written in stone, you may die tomorrow or 50 years from now. I can only see in to one possible time line. There are LOTS of timelines. I have a picture if you want to see."
He shakes his head, "No that is quite alright. What you have said is fine for now."
Neferatari slowly speaks, "Do you have any crafting skills beyond magic ?"
Thinks for a minute, "Um, Leather working, Brewing and Distilling, which includes how to make elven wines. But not really on anything else. I can kind of draw, but not a strong suit. Oh and I can cook. Good for me, but not what you were hoping for. Most everything else is research and some things to keep me alive. I can play a mandolin to. Um that's similar to a lute but a little more complex, um a lute is based on the oud design but fewer strings. While the Mandolin can have anywhere from 8 to 12 sets of strings. … not really interested in that are you ?" The royals shake their heads.
"I am clairvoyant, no not helpful without using a mirror, hmm, parapsychology, no, mysticism, no, hm, 12 demons of the … no best not use that one … Sciences, the natural laws of the universe, despite what some people may say a good mage knows allot about the science of the worlds. Sorry nothing your looking for that way."
Neferatari, "Leather working, so you made that cloak then ?" she ask with a smirk.
Shaking her head, "Oh no no no. The Cloak of the Vagabond is Old magic, far beyond my skills. This cloak is thousands of years old. I don't know who made it. I am just the one it chooses to let use it. Trust me, if it does not like a person well it can be unpleasant." The cloak chooses that moment to move itself up in to a threatening and very dramatic pose, "See it's alive, loves drama to."
And the crowds' eyes go wide again.
Anwen releases its catch and it stays there as she steps forward, showing the hump is a large bag on a black harness, she is wearing finely crafted black studded leather armor with its own hood. Sword at her side and a pewter ankh around her neck, black leather gloves, very tall thigh encasing black leather boots with 4" spiked heels and the feeling of quiet danger and sexual presence get even stronger. Smirking at the queen, She stands there letting them take her in.
Neferatari, partly stunned nods as does the Pharaoh, her aura with the cloak was alluring, tempting even, without it her aura is almost over powering. There is just SOMETHING about her, danger and allure, love her, hate her but still want her. She was pure trouble no doubt about that.
Ramsey glances at Kitten and see's the smile. He has known that immortal most of his life and knows she loves trouble. She is a great ally, and a dangerous foe. She was the secret behind the negotiations with the Hittites all those years ago. It was her idea to use both languages and for each to claim that the other begged for peace. She also worked out a trade negotiation with the Dwarves of the Stone hills, getting their stone masons to carve the reliefs of him and his wives. Not to mention the wines from the elven lands and the silks from the dark wood. While his wife worked with the royals, it was Kitten, working behind the scenes, which helped his kingdom to become one of the greatest in the world. So he will not interfere with her new mage. He is sure that one will pull all kinds of trouble out in to the open, where it can be dealt with properly. And her gift of prophecy may well prove very useful as well. Never know with Oracles, they are the voices of the gods after all.
Kitten quietly pulls in Anwen and has her step back from the center court. Kitten likes her style, shows a taste of what she has but keeps things hidden to. Misdirection and yet a touch of something more. Still young and rough around the edges but a great deal of potential there.
After a much quieter discussion rooms are made ready and Kitten can freshen up before reporting on world events to her old friends.