Telki waited with held breath for an explosion that did not come. Eventually the tension drained out of Gideon, and he nodded silent assent. The muscle in his jaw, however, just kept jumping.
“Sir, will you tell us just WHAT in Huorn's name is going on?” Telki could stand it no longer, she wanted answers, and she wanted them now.
“A vampire has found a way to become a god, and you, fortunate child, get to stop him.” Blackstaff turned the full power of his gaze on Telki. Staring up into that somber and knowing visage made her feel very young, and very small .
“And you must stay in your tower whilst we do the dangerous stuff....why?” Orrin seemed an old hand at this, and he was idly flipping a coin across the back of his fingers. His eyes were gleefully cataloging the different magical goodies in the room. His interest in the arcane arts bordered on obsession, and he was finally where he'd longed to be for ages.
“Because, ye daft child o' mine, that creature's naught the only threat he's a-dealing with!” A voice to send chills down Orrin's spine rang out, and his father's familiar figure emerged from the far doorway.
“Did ye really think they'd let you run amok on somethin' this important?” Very pronounced ears appeared in thick curly white hair as the old bard swept a graceful bow to Telki and Wemie. “Gibbon O'Cunnin at yer service. An' ye lovely ladies must be Telki and Wemie, I've heard much about ye from my current company” Even as he straightened, two white, striped figures rushed around him to give Telki and Wemie enthusiastic hugs.
“Whaddaya mean runnin' off to have adventures without us!” scolded one. Ama, dressed in dark, form fitting clothing, squeezed Telki till she thought her ribs would crack.
“Wemie! You'll never guess! I'm apprenticed to Blackstaff! Isn't it exciting?” Nala was bouncing on her toes as she rapid fired the news at Wemie. All she could do was nodd in the appropriate places.
Gideon looked over to his brother, Gabriel. “My god, there's more of them?”
“And isn't she a sight!” Gideon's eyebrows rose, as he followed his brother's star struck gaze to the one called Ama. If it weren't for the stark difference in attire, he'd be hard put to tell them apart.
Once the twins had made greetings with everyone, Wemie finally asked the question Telki had been wanting answered. “What are you guys doing here?”
“Well, they tried to take Nala. Fortunately, I was there.” Ama beamed as if she'd saved the day all by herself.
“What saved the day was a Refuge bead your Mom had left” Nala noticed the blank looks, so she decided to explain further. “A Refuge bead transports a person somewhere else, usually the caster's home. So, Ama's little alarms went off, I saw they weren't like anything we'd ever seen, broke the bead, and wound up in what was left of y'all's house.”
“Soon as she vanished, I pulled a disappearing act of my own. Either they couldn't find me, or weren't interested in me.”
“From what I've seen of your skills lass, I'd say they couldna find ye.” Gibbon thoughtfully scratched his chin, and eyed the girl in a measuring manner. Orrin had only seen that look once before, when his father tried to teach him the craft his way. What was he contemplating?
“Correct. Or they would have used you to capture Nala the way they used their father to capture their mother.” Blackstaff smoothly interjected himself into the conversation.
“What?” Telki and Wemie both were shocked at the news. How'd Blackstaff know that, anyway?
“Oh, come to the scrying mirror, and see the whole thing for yourself.” Blackstaff waved again at the “window”, Feral disappeared from view to be replaced by a kitchen they knew well. There was their mother, preparing poultices and tinctures, when a loud crash from the door heralded the arrival of the attackers. They seemed to move in the midst of a billowing, sickly mist, and they never could get a clear picture of them. They saw their mother fight the mist, and whatever creatures were in it, using every spell and trick she knew. Then they saw their father presented, trussed like game for slaughter. The fight goes out of her, and she's carted off.
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