Ghyreian, too, retreated to her private chambers, where she collapsed on the bed fully dressed and promptly fell asleep.

She wasn't certain how long she'd slept when she woke. Restless, she took a fragranted bath and took a while replaiting her intricate silver braids. She then lit a candle and began perusing her spellbook. As she studied, she mused... Too long had she served the whims of Par-Salian and other higher powers. Wouldn't it be refreshing if she could serve herself for once? Idle adventuring, with no burden upon her shoulders save her own goals?

She shut her spellbook and, candle in hand, went to find Edwin.

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Edwin sat quietly in his own room, blowing small smokes into the air as he flipped the pages of a book trying to have his mind at ease. It was over for his part, he would not takw part in this war no more and but in that case he would be caged into this tower should the war rage longer. Edwin prayed from Lunitari that the group that par salian mentioned would succeed, the road had been his best friend always.

Or truth be told not always, the road had not helpd him to see how stupid he had been at times and the meaning of power, not that he wished for great power, but the use of it was another thing...

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Of all the possabilities of what could have happened, Meneldor thought that they could have possibly been transportyed to another plane of existence, in which case there could be no air, or a whole range of monsters hungry for another human soul... they would be dead, no doubt about it. But something told him that they were NOT dead. They were humans, yes. But as far as that weak and pathetic race went, these particular humans were resiliant AND recourceful. He studied more and talked with Astinus on occasion, deciphering the riddles that were thrown at him.

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Halarond

(wrong Halarond, only Edwin is human and Ghyreian is an elf )

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(oh no!! lol, SORRRRRYYY!! lol im not very good at this!!! :S )

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Halarond

Ghyreian stopped outside Edwin's door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

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Edwin raosed his stare from the book, but stared at the blank wall for a second before continuing his reading as, if he had made somesort of a conclusion.

"Enter"

Edwin said as the door was not locked.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Ghyreian pushed open the door to behold Edwin reading a book. She strolled over to a table, pretending to admire a brass candlebra before turning around to face him.

"I was wondering..."

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"Of what my plans were next?"

Edwin said as he turned to lean on the back of his chair with a smile on his face as he looked at her, he wondered why did she even come, but he guessed it showed that she had not lost her trust in him or he could be wrong. Yet it seemed weird as Ghyreian had never seemed so... uncertain before in his eyes as she began a sentence, but did not finnish it.

"I have decided on staying here and learning more about the depths of illusions, take an apprentice or so until the war is over and I can get on the road once more "

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Ghyreian raised an eyebrow. "You're such a bore. In that case..." She turned again to leave, then thought better of it and continued slowly, "I was thinking of a... 'pilgrimage' of sorts to the ruins of the other two towers of high sorcery. Perhaps we may even find some ancient artifacts along the way."

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"Ah.... power still motivates you? Well I am not surprised by that fact, but I am surprised by the fact that you asking me to come with you. I thought that you did not enjoy the company of a short living and foolish mortal?"

He asked with a smile as he was clearly teasing her for her past actions towards him, but with no serious accusations.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"I never asked you to come with me now, did I?" she shot back, albeit lamely. Trying hard not to reveal the fact that she was blushing, she returned to admiring the brass candlebra.

It was an ordinary candlebra, one Par-Salian could have bought off a street vendor in Palanthas.

"Although I can't deny that your company would be an asset... only because you're an exceptional mage," she added with, again, lame emphasis.

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Edwin chuckled at her answer and stood up.

"Exceptional? No, not me. Raistlin Majere and Par Salian, they are exceptional mages... No, I am just a red robe who won`t go down to history and I prefer it that way...."

He said as he grabbed his new staff he had aqquired, it had a triangle crystal on it and glowed a quiet white light as Edwin grabbed it. It seemed as, if the staffs end was a three fingered hand human holding the crystal on it.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Ghyreian ground her teeth. This was degrading enough already, and Edwin just had to go and make it worse. "Shut up. Are you coming or not?"

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"Well I would not have taken my staff at hand, if I was not going would I have not?"

Edwin pointed out before grabbing few other items that he might need along the way.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

[War of the Lance's end...]

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