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 He had grown yet quieter, more remote and withdrawn.  Finally Malah sought him out.  As she had watched this fine young man, so gifted and so alone, she had thought her heart would break.  Slowly she won the young man’s trust and confidence, then one day she revealed a secret chamber, hidden beyond her shelves of medicines, lined with scrolls of ancient learning.  She told him the story of her own son, a young man at odds with convention, of how he had become an archer of amazing skill in spite of the ridicule of his peers.  At first he had put up a token resistance, but slowly he began to immerse himself in the scrolls by candlelight.
-His imagination was caught by talk of strategy, tales of daring, and oddly, comparative religion.   <font color=steelblue>Huh.  Always thought a CoT was a bed, shows how much you know.[/color] Slowly his resolve was formed: he would set out alone, no gang of thugs for him.  He would follow in the footsteps of Malah’s son and yes, his mother. He would SO show those Harrogavians.  Did they think him weak?  Then he would develop only the strength for the bow of his dreams, live with the life he was given.  And as for grunting, why, he would roar them more gently than any nightingale, more eloquently than Demosthenes.
+His imagination was caught by talk of strategy, tales of daring, and oddly, comparative religion.   <font color=steelblue>Huh.  Always thought a CoT was a bed, shows how much you know.</font> Slowly his resolve was formed: he would set out alone, no gang of thugs for him.  He would follow in the footsteps of Malah’s son and yes, his mother. He would SO show those Harrogavians.  Did they think him weak?  Then he would develop only the strength for the bow of his dreams, live with the life he was given.  And as for grunting, why, he would roar them more gently than any nightingale, more eloquently than Demosthenes.
 “Uh. Kwi… er.  Um.  You.”  He sighed.  Rain.  Chickens.  “You have to get up Kwiliwiki.  You can’t stay here.” Stupid really.  He’d found the name in one of Malah’s texts.  A minor clown in a pantheon of an ancient people’s spirits.  A clown with a striped face, that drew laughter by mimicking others.  KwiKWILyaqa.  Why would he imagine anyone could remember it, let alone pronounce it.  Kwi would have to do.  He grimaced, drawing his thumb and forefinger hard across his eyes, pushing away sleep and memories, squeezing the bridge of his nose.  He swung his feet onto the sodden, squelching planks and took the steaming mug the rogue had set next to him.  What had the old woman said?  “There is a place of great evil…”  Well, there were a lot of those these days, hard to pick your battles.  But she reminded him of Malah. <font color=steelblue>Two things you must know about the Wise Woman, my lord.  First, she is a woman. Second…</font> “She is wise?” He’d grown used to the voices in his head, odd commentary, echoes and patterns of distant places and times.  He wondered about Malah’s library, sometimes it had felt as though the scrolls were reading him…
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-[color=lightsteelblue]He heard a heavy sigh, a squishy thud, and then a petulant voice demanding, “Does this make any sense to you?”
+<font color=lightsteelblue>He heard a heavy sigh, a squishy thud, and then a petulant voice demanding, “Does this make any sense to you?”
 Vikhyat had learned to distinguish when his odd young master was just muttering to himself, and when he really expected an answer.  He completed his current breath cycle and slowly opened his eyes from his meditation.  In the mud before him lay a sheaf of bound parchment. He nudged it gently with his bare toe until he could make out the calligraphy: <i>The Western Kingdoms on 35 Gold Pieces a Day</i>.
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 “Carvings.  Hacked into – wait for it – stone.”
 “To what end is this repeat journey suggested, Master?”
-“[i]‘Allows the adventurer to receive the greatest value for his experience’[/i] it says here.”
+“<i>‘Allows the adventurer to receive the greatest value for his experience’</i> it says here.”
 “Does it not also mention that the same benefits may be achieved in fewer trips, Master, if one delays one’s initial journey?”
 Kwikwilyaqa glared.  “You mean, remain in Harrogath one second longer than necessary?  Join the local youth in a spot of Baal-baiting?”
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 “Well not by me,” he said with finality.
-Vikhyat kept his smile to himself.  He knew well that they had indeed visited Baal a second time, and as nightmares go, it had not been so bad.  But it had not been easy.  Possibly taunting quill rats [i]was[/i] preferable to another 20 minutes in Baal’s chamber.
+Vikhyat kept his smile to himself.  He knew well that they had indeed visited Baal a second time, and as nightmares go, it had not been so bad.  But it had not been easy.  Possibly taunting quill rats <i>was</i> preferable to another 20 minutes in Baal’s chamber.
 Kwikwilyaqa picked up his heap of scrolls, brushed away the worst of the mud, then flipped to the roll-out map in the center and studied it.  “Anyway, we’ve done a lot of this already.”
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 “What an odd idea you have of charm, Haseen.”
 “Yes, sir. Vikhyat, sir.”
-“And here, the Burial Grounds.  We eventually [i]did[/i] convince that Blood Raven woman to stand still for a moment.”
+“And here, the Burial Grounds.  We eventually <i>did</i> convince that Blood Raven woman to stand still for a moment.”
 “Yes, Master.  I was very glad when you realized that taking out most of her followers first would make her more accessible.  It was touch and go there for me for a bit, sir.”
 “Scrolls are a bit out of date, though.”
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 He paused, and a far-off look came to his eye.  With studied nonchalance he asked, “I don’t suppose you’ve seen that young Necromancer around anywhere?”
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 == Part 3 ==
-<font color=darksteelblue><i>On the caravan journey Vikhyat talked a lot about the value of non-attachment, about the spiritual burden that a preponderance of material possessions can impose, about how one's innermost self is laid bare in the desert.  The mule shuffling along under the weight of its great pack sincerely hoped that Kwi took even the tiniest bit of it to heart. </i>< /font>
+<font color=darksteelblue><i>On the caravan journey Vikhyat talked a lot about the value of non-attachment, about the spiritual burden that a preponderance of material possessions can impose, about how one's innermost self is laid bare in the desert.  The mule shuffling along under the weight of its great pack sincerely hoped that Kwi took even the tiniest bit of it to heart. </i></font>
 <quote=Russtovich,Jul 26, 2005 - 7:46 PM> Slowly but surely eh?  He's showing remarkable intelligence for a Barb.  :rolleyes:</quote>
 Well, you may remember, back when he was telling his own story, that he had an odd sort of upbringing.  Not your average Harrogavian.
-Not to mention the cluelessness of his driver.  (How long do we think I can keep you believing [i]that[/i] bit of self-deprecation?)  But if I were used to playing Barbs I'd have treated him like a typical sturdy Barb and have made a huge mistake by now.  Instead, I treat him like my Summoner -- appallingly fragile, but only if anything gets close.  Except that with just over 1600 HP (after BO) he's not as fragile as all that  -- it's just that it does me no good to get into that mindset.  He's fragile, I remind myself constantly, FRAGILE.
+Not to mention the cluelessness of his driver.  (How long do we think I can keep you believing <i>that</i> bit of self-deprecation?)  But if I were used to playing Barbs I'd have treated him like a typical sturdy Barb and have made a huge mistake by now.  Instead, I treat him like my Summoner -- appallingly fragile, but only if anything gets close.  Except that with just over 1600 HP (after BO) he's not as fragile as all that  -- it's just that it does me no good to get into that mindset.  He's fragile, I remind myself constantly, FRAGILE.
 <quote=Russ>Good luck with <b>both</b> sets of Council Members. :unsure: </quote>
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 Durance 3 could have been much worse.  There were only a couple of Blood Lords in the vestibule.  The battle with Bremm looked like most of his battles:
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 As close to off the edge of the screen as possible, with blue and green (thanks to a Pestilent LC of Pestilence that dropped in the jungles) monsters clustered around Vikhyat.  My primary job is keeping him alive and so avoid being swarmed.  I think I might just possibly be seeing that Bremm had a Blessed Aim aura, otherwise I don't know what it was.  Wyand was MB/Tele/LE/ES, Maffer EF/EF/Conv/MS.  A quick look around revealed where the bosses had been hiding, as Wyand and Maffer had one apiece.  Meph dropped a Toothrow, which is a step up from Vikhyats Jeweller's Gothic Plate of Runed Resistances.
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-<font=darksteelblue>Kwikwilyaqa was tired to the bone.
+<font color=darksteelblue>Kwikwilyaqa was tired to the bone.
 He sat on the white marble steps staring bleakly at the arches and columns, wondering if he had the will to go on.
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 == Part One ==
 <font color=dodgerblue>Rain beat down on canvas of the tent.  A bedraggled chicken clucked disconsolately under the table.  A fine day to set out.  Kwikwilyaqa twisted heavily on the wooden bench they’d let him sleep on, turning his back to the rain and pulling his tattered blanket over his head, trying vainly to shut out the light of the dawn and the rush of the wide stream just outside the camp.  Perhaps if he just lay here, not moving, eyes closed.  Perhaps then the world would right itself, would reveal that it had never been wrong.  The intervening years were the dream, the nightmare, the mistake…
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 Kwikwilyaqa has come home.</font>