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"You guys don't think fast enough, that's the only problem." Morrigan teased, smooth and steady, almost smug. Almost. She was flipping through the pages in deepened interest, before something caught her eye.
"She might be in another dimension," she suggested, "If anyone could help us with this, other than Thom, I think we might want to talk to Niamh.... Lugh and Danu themselves, would be useful.." she murmured, tapping her lip. "Or the Dadga. When we can't find the answers ourselves, go to the gods.... Well, you're a bit stuck, Am', but I'll petition them for you. You didn't break your geis. If anyone gets punished it'll be me, and I'm powerless until Konton dies anyhow. I can deal." she offered. "What do you think?"

Lief smiled ruefully, "You can, Morrigan, and I thank you for it, but anything set in motion by the breaking of my geas, will happen, regardless of forgiveness or not. You know how it is. Placing a geas against every drinking on a man that comes a long line of alcholics is logical and practical. Something bad is going to come out of this, teh best I can do is brace myself."

Lief sighed, "Number of reasons. First of, I was instructed to by higher powers. Second off, some undesirables, inlcuding Herne, were acticley searching for me and I was supposed to be finding the proper inheritors of those swords. Amairgen would have been a homing beacon onto their family and Third off: I had to trust in the higher powers that told me to do so."

"Probably," said Lief with a shrug, "By himself, at least. We haven't exactly had a complete duel to the death quite yet. But I'm not strong enough to fight Herne, his hounds, and hunters while protecting the twins and their family, espeically if he attacked in the city their house is. Not hardly any plant life at all. I was considerablly weaker at their house because of it. Granted, their parents took us on lots of trips, but it woudl have still been too risky."

Po-ar thought for a moment, "But if we distract everything from Herne, to where he is your only opponent. Could you defeat him?"

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Morrigan shrugged. "Well, I'm a good runner. We can lure them into a trap----there are other ways to set things aflame, without magick. s**t. We're going to have to visit the mundane realm," she told Po-ar, glancing over to him. "We're going to need a lot of...of.....That oil-product, um...."
She'd been in the mundane realm of recent a lot less than the one of the past; in fact, she hardly ventured out beyond the times of the Inquisitions. "C'mon, you know the word..." she struggled, biting her lip. It was on the tip of her tongue but she couldn't remember. "Anyhow. We get a bunch of that, or oil in general, maybe some burning bush flowers and FWFHH! Up in flames! Unless other druids had fire-spells prepared. That would work too."
Would be less damaging on the environment too.
"That would leave Herne to you," Morrigan smiled. "Sound good?"

Vincent frowned. "This is taking a really, really long time... I hope she's alright." he murmured softly, tracing a blessing symbol upon her forehead. "C'mon, woman. You're strong." he sighed. "Come on. Just wipe the floor with his arse, Ash, I know you can hear me. Once you do that I promise you'll see your husband. What better reward than that? FIGHT ASH FIGHT!" he shouted zealously at her, "FIIIIGHT!!!"
The ancient Celts were all about battle. He just wished he could see what was going on in there.

"YEAH!" Morrigan exclaimed excitedly, "GAS! We could use THAT! I'm not exactly sure how good for the land it'll be, but I'll clean that up whenever the time comes. We'll bundle up tons of vines, thatch them to look like the bundles of hay our farmers gather for the cattle. Speaking of which. You still owe me a herd or two. But that asides, we'll soak them with the gasoline---they won't know what the smell is, they haven't visited the New World the way we have---and then when they come into the circle, FWWFFF! Aflame! Ring of fire! We can block them in, use the mountains as a natural defensive device...."

And it was then that Morrigan blushed, sitting down.
She couldn't help she got so excited over battle plans.
"I never so much as caught a whiff of their @$*~!" Morrigan retorted about the cattle, "Ohhh, you're lucky you're a druid, or I'd consider smiting you." she muttered. "Fine, I'll let it go. Ish. You're helping anyhow."
She started to draw up plans, elaborating on the complicated parts and smirking. "HERE," she announced with a hint of exasperation, "If you don't understand THIS, I don't know how you became a druid," she teased, crossing her arms.