Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

"It's called White Glow," replies Carthrat, turning it over in his hands. "I was told that a time would come where I would have to give it to someone else in need.

I suppose that someone would be you. Never imagined this time would come so soon."

[Anastasia]

Tir closes his eyes. "It's a fine offer, Carthrat. Try, then."

He holds out his runed hand, as if to receive it. The rune stops glowing, as does White Glow a moment later.

"If it's really so powerful, give it to me." His voice is hopeful, and tired.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat pulls the amulet off his neck and hands it to Tir, bracing himself for sudden affliction of old age, death, illness, anything.

It didn't matter, really. His only regret was that Rachel may have to go on to find Diane alone.

[Anastasia]

Tir opens his eyes as you approach. "It's gorgeous..."

Carthrat puts it in Tir's hand...

---

One flash of light later, a roaring in your ears, and a rather unpleasant impact with the far wall, Carthrat finds himself sitting against the wall, White Glow again around his neck. Tir is draped over the controls of the ship, moaning.

"Fucking hell....what was THAT, Rat?" he says, a trace of Tir's more habitual sparring in his voice. "Shit, that hurt!" You can see the Rune is still on his hand, as well.

[Carthrat]

"I don't know!" yells back Carthrat, looking at the amulet. "It had some kind of reaction with.. that.. rune!

Dammit. Opposites are supposed to attract, not repel!"

[Anastasia]

"No shit, Rat," he draws back, getting up and rubbing his head. A bump is already rising there.

"I don't think the two mix, either, Einstein."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat glares at the amulet, as if it's all it's fault.

"Then there's nothing to be done," replies Carthrat, picking herself up. "We may as well get the fuck out of here. Hey, Rachel!"

[Anastasia]

Tir nods, slowly going over to the controls for the ship.

"Are you alright, Rat," she calls back, a bit outside the ship. "I heard an explosion!"

[Carthrat]

"We're fine," replies Carthrat, glancing around the ship to make sure *it's* fine, too.

[Anastasia]

White glow appears normal, although still a bit warm from the encounter.

"Did it work," she asks, calling out. "Is Tir...safe?"

[Carthrat]

"Not by your definition," replies Carthrat, glancing over at Tir.

[Anastasia]

Silence. A moment later, Rachel cautiously enters, staring at Tir with both fear and thinly veiled worry.

"Carthrat?" she asks, darting in to your side.

[Carthrat]

"I'm fine," replies Carthrat, picking herself up. "Tir, did that.. thing.. get everyone on the ship?"

[Anastasia]

"Just everyone in the area," he grunts, working with the controls. "I felt about 300 others through IT. We'd best get going."

[Carthrat]

"Yeah," replies Carthrat, finding the copilots seat. "You'll fly."

Carthrat starts working his own controls, finding out about nearby systems, the specifications of the shuttle, who this fleet belongs to, and most importantly, what happens to be nearby.