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The Meeting

Leon nodded at the suggestions presented to him.
"Then let us make haste,"
he decided.

---

Things proceeded quickly after that - or at least as quickly as they could in a palace of this size. Dalhover was ordered to escort Evalyne to the vault, so that she might examine the scene of the theft with her own eyes. Adrienne and Kathlyn would see to the guests who were now neglected in the ballroom. Flynn, Derene, and Gallus were deployed to scour the Scion Archives for knowledge on teleportation magic that almost certainly wasn't there. Roland and Ariadne were to remain on standby to oversee the palace security - in case any guards happened to discover relevant vidence.

Meanwhile, Leon called for parchment and charcoal to be brought in, drew a rather poor sketch of the artifacts for Chloelle, explained how they were actually supposed to look, then let her make a try of it. Reyner, who had not been given an assignment, was still in the room and left to his own devices. After three attempts Leon finally seemed satisfied.

Once that was done, he took the sketch and, with Reyner and Chloelle by his side, began the long walk toward the vault, where Evalyne had had more than enough time to inspect the scene of the crime. Once he arrived, he gave additional orders to the servant. A table was brought into the room and a map was laid atop it. Leon presented the sketch to Eva.
"Whenever you are ready,"
he said simply. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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Chloelle - armed with charcoal and parchment - studied the rough sketches, making notes based on what Leon told her about the artifacts. She was certain she had every detail penned down. And so she began to sketch. Nice, loose hand movements to get the feel of the shape of the artifacts, eyeing over the rough sketches and the notes she had made. Finally, she presented Leon with the first attempt.

No good. Try again.

A little deflated, the elven princess pulled a fresh sheet of parchment towards her. She made notes on her first sketch to get an idea of where she needed to improve based on Leon's words, then began to sketch once again. This time the sketch came more fluidly to her, having already drawn the whole thing moments ago. The sketches looked more refined this time, and with pride she presented Leon with the second set of sketches.

No good. Try again.

A flutter of annoyance rose within her. Was he just being picky? The sketches seemed good enough to her. Still, she forced a pleasant smile upon her face, tucked a lock of golden blonde hair behind her pointed ear, and returned to work on a fresh sheet of parchment. She carefully made notes on the second sketch, detailing where it could be improved. Then she started sketching once again, frustration lacing her every move. She had never been told her sketches were simply not good enough before. What gave Leon the right to reject her attempts so?

Still, she completed the sketches in record time, and presented them to him once again, her eyes slightly narrowed as if daring him to reject them one more time. But this time, he accepted the sketches!

Humming, she flounced off towards the Vault alongside him and Reyner, lifting her bloodstained skirts slightly to allow for a brisker walk. She glanced around the Vault as they entered, before settling her chartreuse gaze upon Evalyne thoughtfully.
Everyone has the potential to be an asshat in a flower crown.

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It wasn't long before Evalyne was brought, with Dalhover to watch and guard, to the vault. Even though its outside was by the look of it only a closet, it didn't take long for her to find the brick to open the next room. The vault's doors, being enormous metal slabs, were left open in the aftermath of the chaos. Besides, at present, they would guard only the memory of a crime; the secret door was security enough.

Even with casting a rascally wisp of flame for light, the magical energy in the room was nearly overpowering. It was all Eva could do to survey it with her natural senses, much less her magical ones. She paced, her footsteps reverberating on the vault floor. Echoes danced in the reflections of the flame off the shattered glass. The vacant plinth, the empty faced mannequin staring out to no one. Eva met its gaze, but couldn't hold it. She could feel its power radiating at her. It was worthy to wear the Amulet. With its absence, both of them were in mourning.

After a few minutes meditating - acclimating to the composure of the room - on the floor, she finally felt ready to do what had been asked of her. She stood up and eased her way to the plinths, careful to avoid crushing any shards beneath her. Her right hand reached out, hovering over where she still felt the Scroll. No. She gestured at the mannequin and abruptly averted her hand. Also no. She stood between the plinths, hand covering her mouth as she thought. A new approach. Tenderly, she reached out her hand, splitting the distance between the two plinths, as if their middle point of their energies could rest in her palm. Yes.

She could start to sense their energy, hazy, in the distance. Her senses were bombarded with impressions - memories, visions, sounds, poses, distances. Recoiling, Eva turned her head away, but she could not flee from sights to which the energy of the Scroll and Amulet opened her eyes.

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Her head stopped mid turn. Staring at nothing in particular, she blinked a few times, then dropped both hands, extinguishing the flame in her left hand. She walked to the spot she had been meditating and spun around to face the plinths again. Her head tilted to the side and righted itself, and she took a few steps to the left, where she stood still, facing the plinth but looking at the back wall, asymmetrical in the room.

When Leon arrived, she gave him another directive for the servant without moving from her spot.
"Fetch torches. This room does not need more magical interference."


Eventually, the map was brought in, and she walked over to the party gathered around it. Her mouth turned up in a smile, and her eyes met everyone present, but her gaze seemed to look through each person it was directed towards. She looked to Leon, who held the Chloelle's sketches, and reached out her hand to him.
"The sketches,"
she said.
"Give them to her."


When offered, she took them, and her eyes glazed over them, as if they needed to be scanned as a formality. She nodded. The looked to Chloelle, bowed her head slightly.
"Thank you: Chloelle."
She set drawings on the bottom left corner of the map on a non-symmetrical margin, hovered her right hand over the map's center, and placed two fingers at an unmarked point in the east-southeast between Havelan and the Goblin Confederacy.

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Her eyes. Gaze glowing green, haunting. Head horned, long curls point to the sky. Sky deep blue, rimmed by rich green forest. Her skin is pallid; her hair healthy, curly, strong coffee black. Her eyes.

I feel words leave my mouth.
"She shouldn't be here."
There is no difference in her eyes. I don't think either of us even heard.

She looks down at me. Bemused. Oddly curious. What will I do next? Is that what she wonders? Is it she knows that's what I'm wondering? She smirks. She's known everything about me already. I'm not supposed to be here. Her eyes know.

--

Eva gasped. She looked around, seeing the faces of her family and Dalhover crowded around a map of the realm. She was already pointing on the map, and she was startled to find that the area to which she pointed corresponded exactly with the magnetic pull of the energy she felt. She covered her mouth with her left hand. She could scarcely whisper.

"It's there."
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The Vault

Leon furrowed his brow and peered at the spot she had pointed to. It was unmarked.
"In the middle of nowhere?"
he asked, surprised.
"There's naught but trees and sheep in that area."


But there was something else there. And only one person in the room knew what it was.

---

Kathlyn and Adrienne

Unsurprisingly, the room was dour, and nobody was in a mood for festivities. The guests had been moved into the palace's secondary ballroom, away from the scene of the King's murder. There was little for Kathlyn and Adrienne to do beyond accept the customary condolences, alongside complaints over the searches and interviews they were now being put to. It was not long before the four great lords of the land approached - the Duchess of Havelan, the Earl of Darmoor, the Jarl of Orlossik, and the Marquis of Talongard.

The four great lords bowed, their expressions respectful and grim.

"Your Royal Highnesses. My condolences for yer father's passing," Earl Kalric said, his dwarven bur laced with sympathy. Adrienne could sense that he was being sincere. "May his killers be found, and may yer vengeance be swift and merciless."

"He was my brother-in-law once," the Elven Marquis, Marian, remarked. "Which makes him family to me. I mourn his passing." Though the elf's words sounded sincere, there was no true sincerity in his heart. It was what he felt he was expected to say - no more, and no less.

"What they said," Jarl Bolag nodded. Duchess Helena nearly gaped in surprise at the Orc's rude words. The Jarl paid her no mind and continued. "I know you're in grief. But the realm needs strong leadership right now." His heart was cold like stone, with no hint of emotion. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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"He's right..." Helena conceded. "I am... truly sorry for your loss." That was a lie - if anything, Adrienne detected that the Duchess might actually be relieved by his death. "And I know it is... uncouth... to ask these questions so soon, but we must have a monarch. Do either of you know who your father's heir is?"

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Roland and Ariadne

The palace was secure. Every entrance had its guard doubled. Every living soul in the palace was being searched and questioned. The other vaults and galleries were searched, just to ensure no other priceless heirlooms or artifacts had been taken, and no additional thefts were reported.

Ariadne had just finished inspecting the security at the main gate when Roland approached her.
"Sister,"
he nodded, his tone unusually serious. Even his earlier rage had faded, replaced by a steely resolve.
"We need to talk. It seems your position finally has a use."


---

Flynn, Derene, and Gallus

A quick search of the Archives revealed what they already knew. There were no sections dedicated solely teleportation. While Derene went to look through the generic section of magic, Flynn and Gallus set themselves the section of shelves dedicated to the more obscure types of magic.

They pulled the books out one by one, quickly skimmed them, then put then back. It was swift and efficient. Then Gallus got to one of the only two necromancy books. It was one that Flynn knew well. Its writer had been half-mad, and his handwriting had been poor, but early on it had been one of the Black Prince's few sources of information regarding his craft. Gallus held the book in his hand, but did not open it. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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"Brother..."
he said softly. He seemed hesitant. As if unsure of whether or not it was right to ask what he was about to ask.
"I have... heard stories of your retinue. Unpleasant ones. People say their minds are not their own, their hearts do not beat, their flesh is rotting."
He took a breath.

"But does it always have to be that way?"
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

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