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Re: At Jerom's Manor
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- Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 22:35:43 -0800 (PST)
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Jorem jumped at Thrash's shout and knocked a pile of
papers off the table. He muttered a minute as he
picked them up, and then stood and looked at the
creature.
"Another letter you can learn is 'S' for speaking
'softly,'" he said.
Jerom grabbed a scrap of paper and a quill from a desk
along one wall and with a flourish, drew the letter
'S.'. Then he handed the scrap to Thrash.
"Study that for a while, and please, no more
outbursts."
> Thrash looks inordinately proud of himself,
swaggering
> around the table and looking for more Ts,
> occassionally muttering a "Hah" as he discovers more
> Ts.
>
> "Just be sure to mind your Ps and Qs." Lisa says,
the
> teacher in her unable to resist the old joke.
>
> Turning back to the priest, she says. "Obviously a
> group that engages in murders to keep it's secrets
> clearly is up to something sinister. Besides the
> murders what can you tell us about their
activities?"
>
"There's a man called Dorsey who always contacts me
when they need something. I've heard him say only
once that the people he works for want to turn the
world upside down, but I was never privy to the
details... and I'm pretty sure I don't want to be.
I'm in trouble enough for what I know as it is."
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"Can you contact HIM or is it always him appearing
unannounced to you?" Lisa asked. "And please
describe this man."
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> "What specific elixir was it that they wanted?"
>
"That was strange, it was a rare potion that is
supposed to be able to give visions of the future, but
it is very dangerous and often destroys the mind of
the person drinking it."
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"Lovely and I'll bet they compel the person who drinks
it to drink it too." Lisa didn't have enough
information to draw a conclusion yet, but the
inference was that the conspirators knew or thought
they knew something that was to come. "By any chance
are any of the members of your little group people who
might have access to oracles or sources of prophecy?"
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> "Would you know of any other alchemists who might be
> able to make the elixir they desire?"
>
"Well, yes, I'm sure there are others that would know
how, and
actually there is one who lives north of Glenfet, in a
small village, who would likely have the formula."
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Lisa made a mental note. That alchemist probably
either had been contacted or would be shortly.
"Could I have his name?"
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> "Is there anyone else, not listed there who might be
> in danger?:"
>
"The only one I know that Dorsey has mentioned, but
has not killed is the last on the list, Kalrod. I
don't know why Dorsey is interested in him, other than
that he's the Mayor's son, but I'm sure it's not good.
I should pray to Heca that he would be spared this
madness."
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Lisa eyed her supervisor. This had to be acted on
fast.
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Thrash looks excited, then confused for a moment, then
asks, "This letter. Is sound like EhSSsss or like
eSSssSSSs or like eessSSSssshh?
Say letter again!" As he asks the question, his forked
toungue goes through some mysterious gyrations. You
are beginning to think that S was the WRONG letter to
choose to teach. It's a good thing no one here has a
fear of snakes.
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Lisa turned to the short reptilian guard and said
"Es".
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