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((OOC: Um, Aer landed on Tekira with his gitacr, Wraith took Aer, Janika and Tekira on his boat and healed her, the boat identified Aer as the next Wraith, and Aer's father Rivus has shown up with evil plans that Ikken has not yet specified. That's about all.))

((OOC: Waiting on Ikken.))

Tekira smiled at him soothingly. "Maybe you are. It must have been around for a long time, from what I understood. If it's survived this long, it can't be that stupid. And..." she paused. "They say the best people for adventures are the ones with good intentions or at least a good heart. You've got that. And your father left, didn't he?"
She knew that what she was saying was making very little sense, but she hoped the meaning behind it would be clearer.

Tekira eyed the half-melted, twisted fork and grinned. "Apparently it doesn't take insults well."

(( It is situated just above a large fresh water lake on the wastelands, between the two main realms of civilization. It's supposed to bae a hidden city so I can't give an exact location, buts around a days flight to the northwest from the black dunes.))

((I'd come downstairs, but its almost dinner time and I don't want to start something I can't finish before then. Sorry everyone!))

Tekira tilted her head slightly to the side. "I'm sure he'll be up soon."
She absently twirled a strand of hair around her finger, a habitual gesture that would tell someone who knew her well that she was thinking deeply about something that worried her.

((OOC: And now I must vanish to order pizza. As an off-topic rambling, I have just been informed by my sibling that I am a bad person. But I am soon to be a bad person with pizza, so I don't care.))

((Dang. I had to make do with Sloppy Joe's tonight. I wish I was a bad person with pizza, instead of a bad person with barbecue sauce running down my white shirt. sad ))

Aer glanced over at Tekira. "I still don't know if we can even trust him. Who can say whether he is telling the truth? I don't know what he could be scheming. I'm not my father, and I don't have his skill at reading people; the only thing I have to go on are Wraith's words."

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Rivus stood facing the painting on the wall, his hands clasped behind his back. For the moment, he'd hidden himself beneath a magickal mask, the appearance of a small, thin man, nondescript, and with a full head of thick black hair, pulled back tightly.

He turned and moved to the next painting. "Liebesgöttin", the plaque beneath it read. The painting depicted a tall woman with long, flowing orange-brown hair; nude, of course, and standing in a large half-shell. There were other people around her, basking in her glory, but she--the Liebesgöttin, 'Goddess of Love' in an old Gortul language, dominated the artwork. This was no gateway, of course, unlike the paintings in the chamber above. This was merely an art gallery. Other refugees, those who had willingly given up their Hearrtes to Wraith's cause, milled about in the gallery as well.

Rivus was tempted to kill every last one of them. And, Hearrteless and helpless as they were, he could have, too. But Wraith would know he was here. The ship, if not the man. Either could mean disaster. Hopefully his plans had not already come to failure; he had expected something of a more warm welcome from his 'friend'; after all, he had played the helpful acquaintance to Wraith for at least two decades. More likely than not, Wraith had simply been put off by the fact that Rivus had entered his domain without his knowledge. That was a mistake Rivus was not going to make twice.