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<br/>​</div>Noticing many of the same things as Sybille, Marek stayed close to the swordswoman, not out of fear, but to show strength in numbers. The<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/39/eb/3f39ebcb5e182e34cb6805a53ae3a95c.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Gearsmen</a>were a bit unsettling. Automatons in the shape of people. It made sense ina  twisted way, and who was Marek to say anything about it? To many he was a monster as well. A monster in the shape of a man.<br/><br/>It took a bit of convincing once they had made their way to the Tower, but Sybille's quick thinking and forthright attitude soon had them gaining entry.<br/><br/>The interior of the place smelled funny. Like old leather and musty pages. It took a moment, but Marek recognized that the place smelled like a library. A book. The robed figures moving about reminded him a little of his monk brothers, and he felt  a pang of loss, seeing in his mind's eye their bloody and broken bodies. Finding his center again he followed their guide, and they traversed upward to the second floor, and then the third. Down a long corridor on the third floor, one would think that this place was definitely larger on the inside than it appeared on the outside.<br/><br/>Coming to a set of doors their guide knocked and a feminine voice from behind the door bid them to enter. The guide opened the doors and the three of them entered.<br/><br/>Marek was unsure just what he had been expecting, but what he saw was certainly not it. A beautiful<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ea/9b/5a/ea9b5a4e1f83897b5e71ed65298b3856.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">tiefling</a>was within the room, which actually smelled quite lovely compared to the rest of the place. Like petrichor. For a brief moment Marek felt like he was outside in a field of wildflowers after a spring rain, and he inhaled deeply.<br/><br/>Tieflings. Not quite half demon, their lineage showed that there was certainly demonic blood somewhere in their history. They were often looked upon with suspicion, but many were contributing members of society. Evidently this one had risen to some bit of influence in her Order.<br/><br/>Rising from where she had been seated, the tiefling made the briefest of gestures with her hand and their acolyte guide bowed and disappeared back out the door. The horned figure smiled, those lush purple lips curving upward briefly as eyes the color of cherries looked over them both.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><b>"Tea?"</b></span>she asked, and whether they accepted or not she poured herself some.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"My name is Lerissa. I assume you have come to see me concerning the Rod of Law?"</span></b>she asked. Once that had been settled, she seemed to have little problem telling them just what had happened.<br/><br/>She had been on a simple information gathering assignment, hopping from plane to plane, and one of those places had been the Clockwork Nirvana of Mechanus, or simply, Mechanus. A plane of Law, with the only natives being the various races that were mechanical in nature. Some of them had even comeback with her. She'd wandered the plane for some time, all gears and cogs, machinery working in perfect harmony. Save for one. An investigation had revealed something stuck in the gears. It had been strange that the natives had not sought to fix such a thing, but she had plucked out the thing. Nothing more than a splinter really, and the gears had begun to move again, though the object in her hand was far too perverted, in her mind, to keep. So she'd managed to get it into her extra-dimensional bag and brought it back. Once home her and her fellow mages did what research they could, and it became clear that it called to their King.<br/><br/>Now he had become obsessed with finding the rest of it.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><b>"That's pretty much it. The King is now funding the rest of my research into the Planes, and has his own purposes in mind for the Rod. I'd have tossed it away when I could... but I couldn't bear to get rid of it. I felt compelled."</b></span>she said, her voice tinged with a bit of fear.<br/><br/>As she spoke Marek felt a little worry for her. She seemed to be alright now, but it seemed like the piece she had found had certainly driven her actions. How had it come to be stuck in those gears? It all seemed too convenient. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that the Rod itself had an agenda of some sort.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/33dk5hG.gif" title="33dk5hG.gif">
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<u>In Vigil</u>​</div><br/><a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6c/e7/0f/6ce70f166e27bbb8767556d709b862ed.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Aeryn</a>cursed herself. She'd somehow lost the trail of the feline. There were just too many people. It had been easy to keep track of her sweat. Like most felines she sweated through her paws, the pads of her feet leaving trails, as well as her Ravager. But here in the town it was just too busy for her to keep track of the single individual.<br/><br/>She felt her before she struck, but did not manage to dodge the blade as it nicked her arm. Her own sword was halfway from its' scabbard as she whirled to face the assassin. The feline warned her off, and Aeryn felt it then... that sickly feeling as the poison was pulled into her bloodstream. If a water-using person knew anything, it was their own body. The human body contained quite a lot of water. Most living things did. As soon as the poison entered her body it was easy enough to use her powers to draw the poison back out of the cut, where it was wiped away and flung to the ground. Aeryn met the feline's eyes with her own. Even a slight manipulation caused the slight cut to knit shut as well. As a water user she could manipulate the water in her own body to facilitate healing. She could even heal others. It wasn't as fast as those who used Spirit magic, but by manipulating the water in a body the healing properties of the body itself were accelerated.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b>"Nice try, kitty. But hey, you can't blame me for following you. You know what you're doing, and all of us are going for the same thing. You think you're the only one that would follow this path?"</b></span>she asked. Of course, she didn't expect the assassin to for get this, but she wouldn't either. They both had lethal manipulations they could use on the other, but this wasn't the time or the place.<br/><br/>About this time a scraping noise could be heard, and Aeryn's eyes looked toward a nearby rooftop. There, two figures fled from a ravager, and a smirk crossed her features.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b>"Seems I'm not the only one following you. Looks like we both might be followed."</b></span>she said, and with a flourishing bow the woman took her exit, leaving Jynx and her pet to do as they wanted.