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"Po-ar can be dealt with easily." Konton spoke, waving a hand at Naga in dismissal of the remark. "It is this priestess... If Kiraef were to steal her away, it would be a bit too suspicious. What if my attempt failed? Would I not then lose the advantage of a spy?"

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"True, true," Naga sighed, but then he looked to Herne with a half-smile. "Well, then. Up for a hunt, dear ally? Are there any preferences on whether or not we kill her, abduct, torture, etc?"

The willow woman nodded. "Alright then."

Vincent was the one to take Leif back, and they appeared where they were before. "Well, what do you wish to do now, kiddo?" he asked him, oblivious, unlike his sister, to his power and abilities. "Not much to do, but I'm not very tired."

"Only that we see if she knows anythign recent about Amairgen," said Herne off-hand, "As much as I love the idea of a good hunt, I think first we need to take care of the girl's soul. I want to take no chances with this one.

"It is a small ritual, but effective. If we all take part in it, we will all have some kind of control over the girl's soul. I've used ti before a few times; the most recent one had quite intresting results."
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"I would liek to lok at some of your lore books, if you don't mind, "sadi Leif, "I'm at a bit of a disadvantage and I think I might be able to help more if I had a bit more knowledge at my disposal."

"Okay.. I'm going to pretend I totally understood that," said Imogene raising a blue eyebrow.She grabbed the two men and hurdled through the closet with them.
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Herne smiled and began to explain, "It will take three sacrifices: an infant, a rich young woman and a poor old man. The ritual itself will allow the soul to be mobile much like a ghost would. But while fay and a fair amount of mortals can see ghosts, only one in a million of any of the beings can see the souls. Even the druids are not expect from this. Amarigen, for example. One of the greatest druids and he is blind to this type of soul. They wander through the pyhsical world, btu are inable to touch with it. They can speak, but can only be heard by those that can sense their presence, and the one that binds them. Thier creator also has control over the spirits; the souls cannot refuse a direct order given to them by their makers and masters. If you two wish to assit me, you will have an equal share in controlling Maeve's spirit."

Imogene stepped out of the closet and looked around. They were in a completly differnt room from last time.

"I was aiming for Morrigan so I think so."
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Herne smiled, "You are most gracious. The old begger and infant I have. It is only the rich young woman I need."

Herne smirked, "Excellent."

The door of the room opened and two hunters brought in the unconcious forms of the other two sacrifices and alid them on a large table in the room, directing Konton's minions to do the same with the woman.

"Now, it is a simple matter of killing the vicitms. A swift stab through the heart, then remove it from the body. We should each take one. Then, we pass the jar through each of the three bodie cavities. I'll handle to the rest."

"Pass the jar three times through the cavity form back to front," Herne instructed as he cut out the heart of the old man.
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Imogene winced form both Morrigan's news and the fact her andreniline was wearing off and she was suddenly aware of her bites and scratches from the dog.

Imogene let out a low whistle, "Okay I think the first order of buisness needs ot finding a way to stop this soul-sucking."

"We'll get her back," Morrigan re-stated firmly, "And kill Konton to end this."
She rose to her feet, crossing her arms, thankfully more energetic. Exhaustion was something the priestess was prone to working well into and beyond; old habits died hard. She seemed to ponder something for a good while, before meeting eyes with the trio once more. "Another thing, concerning him. I don't know who Kiraef is, but I suspect he works for Konton, at the very least. Konton mentioned something about Avalon---spies." The woman had enough trust issues as it was without this; the additional suspicion was making her more callous of a woman than she cared for. The circle of people she kept confidence in was dwindling quickly. "I urge you not to trust him at any expense, keep an eye on him. Shield your minds, keep your thoughts to yourself. I'll be making more charms and the like tonight, so by sunrise, expect goodies."
She didn't mention the twisting feeling in her stomach, the dread and terror that came with the feeling of not knowing how much time one had left. She watched them, taking in every detail as if it would be the last time. She'd been prone to this the past week, with all the ruckus, but she couldn't shake it like before. "Come. I'll take you to get something to eat, drink..." She opened the door, glancing back and waiting for them to follow.

Vincent thought. "I have all of THESE books...well.. Mor's books... Read away! That little back room there's her secret library. She used to hide there when she'd fight with everyone and get too angry to speak.....Quite often. A lot of it she's written herself from over the past....um.....long time....." Vincent stammered, at a loss for words. "Since the Celts until now. Lots of notes on what we've ran into over the years... Apparently, this Herne guy fought on the opposing side once during one of the wars we went through, or lent some of his hounds out, or was taught by whoever that was. Notes on that are in...."
His eyes scanned the shelves before pulling out a thick, dusty volume, leatherbound and intricately designed knotwork vining across the cover. "This one. Traditional legends are in...." and for this book, he pulled out another one, blue and with different plaits atop it, "this one, and anything else you need to know would be in her shadow-book...This one. Those good of heart will understand her spells. You might pick up something. Your brothers and sisters have power, and Mor's been paying special attention to you... I think she would've wanted you to read this one."
Strangely, he was right.

Naga passed the jar through the cavity with some difficulty---after all, it WAS a baby---but once he completed the cycle, he handed it off to Konton.
He was looking more anxious than the others.