Myr's Sword (Surraruthru)

[Anastasia]

The acolyte startles, looking to you, "But it's correct!" he protests, holding his paper tightly.

Sage Vul'lath nods minutely, "Surraruthru is correct. Planar energies do not migrate in a spiral or wheel pattern, despite how the planes are commonly depicted. You will study further and revise this thesis to correct for the mistake."

The gith acolyte's shoulders slump and he nods, "Yes, master," he says, sitting.

With a sidelong glance, "Wisdom appreciates the correction, but on what grounds do you interrupt my lesson?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Machos. I've received a reply. He wants to meet at Dowanger's Fancy in Arcadia. As he's a wanderer and the foremost source on information on Yugoloths, and you help med, I wanted to invite you to come. While I'm bargaining for something specific, there may be information he has that you would find more useful or interesting. Interested in coming?"

[Anastasia]

"Not at this time," With a slow expression that's almost a smile but not quite, "My acolytes have just begun their recitation of their monthly studies." He turns to them, "Surely none of you would benefit from more time, as you're all finished with well polished writings."

Somehow the acolytes all nod with a minimum of comments or expressions otherwise.

[Iron Dragoon]

"If you say so. I'll let you get back to it, then."

Surraruthru takes wing and heads out to meet Kascha.

[Anastasia]

How are you getting there? A Gate spell, I presume?

[Iron Dragoon]

Yeah. I haven't redone my spell list, but I can do the Gate spells. If I need to re-do my memorized spells, then we'll have to wait until tomorrow or Tuesday so I have more time to do it.

[Anastasia]

You shouldn't need them. Are there any super important changes you want to note in case of combat?

[Iron Dragoon]

Not specifically, I guess. I've still got some combat spells memorized and there's always Wand.

[Anastasia]

The Dowager's Fancy stands in a perfect village, surrounded by flawlessly symmetrical farms in a glorious midday sun. The people here bustle about, occupied in one industry or another. On a glance they have the golden skin of aasimar or other celestial blooded and are creates of any and all races.

The building itself is a well made construction of timber, two stories tall and clean. Fresh white paint gleams on the logs that make up the building.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Well, let's go in and find him."

With that, he takes flight towards the tavern.

[Anastasia]

Inside is a comfortable inn room. Full of tables, booths and a long bar. People of all types eat and drink here, but no sign of a titan. A creature that large would stand out, after all.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Shall we sit and wait? A bit of food?"

[Anastasia]

"Oh yes," Kascha says, as you get a seat and settle in. You get a shepard's pie which is quite good, as well as a wedge of cheese on the side. It's good eating, but about halfway through, the door slams open. A figure strides in, uncaring his upper body bursts right through the door frame. "Hello friends!" The figure is far taller than a normal human, muscular and perfect. He has no imperfections, only light brown hair to his shoulders and a ready smile. He takes out a sack and throws great handfuls of gold coins onto the floor.

"For repairs and for everyone. Eat, drink and be merry on me!" Then he tosses a double handful of platinum coins behind the bar, "Barkeep, your finest liquors and food! Friends," he calls as people cheers his generosity, "I am Machos and a friend is meeting me here. Come forth, friend!"

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru sits up as tall as he can on the table and snaps his wings out.

"I am Surraruthru."

[Anastasia]

"Friend!" Machos comes on over to your table, gesturing absently at a nearby chair. It grows in size to accommodate him and he sits, "Let us eat and drink!" he declares, "Then we will talk!"