<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/c0/Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg/450px-Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kirien Silverlark<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Cleric/Mage<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Greyhawk territory, Two Fords, Idle Boar Inn, common room<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>all<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>none<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"I'm unsure if they would be a castoff, Lady Silverlark, seeing as I have one here that I acquired in a rather unlikely place." Melan spoke up, pulling the odd hunk out and holding it out in one hand for view. Her own piece even had the same 'V' inverted on the surface. "I acquired mine as a child from a vein of ore. If it was placed there it would have taken time, effort, and been quite deliberate. It's quite resilient though. No pick, hammer, or hoof I've seen can even make a mark on the surface. If you were to keep it hidden why bring it up now and here of all places?"</em><br/><br/>Kirien's eyebrows raised at the mention of another mysterious piece, even with it's own red and inverted 'V'...two was coincidence, but three?  She felt the hairs on the back of her neck rising...<br/><br/>"I've been feeling, Lady Melan...as if the very eyes of Ehlonna herself have been upon me...since Enastril showed me his piece.  Now...I feel almost certain of it.  Ever since I came into possession of mine, I have been on edge."<br/><br/><em>In an uncharacteristically extroverted move, she reached into her belt pouch and fished out the small metal piece that she'd found, stretched out a hand, and deposited it on the table's surface next to the one Kirien had placed there.  As if realizing that her action had drawn the attention of the others at the table, she began to slip back into her shell a bit.  It showed in the way her voice was quiet when she explained, "I found it in the stream near my camp, just outside Beratana. I brought it in to show it to you, Kirien, yesterday morning, when I..." She blushed, but then continued on. "I meant to show it to you and ask you about it, but then I...got distracted.  Anyway, if you don't know what yours is, you probably don't know what mine is."</em><br/><br/>Now Kirien's breath came in a sudden intake, almost a gasp.<em>Four?</em>And yet, she felt the emotion in Brennisen's words and reminiscence of the day before.  "No, I...I do not know what they are...apart from feeling a growing sense of...foreboding."<br/><br/><em>"Well, could be some blacksmith is leading you lot on a hunt for jigsaw puzzle pieces," she chuckled. Taking the knight up on the offer of drinks, she reached for hers, downing a good swallow. Nice and tidy, no sloshing or spillage - that's alcohol abuse where she comes from! "Though unless he's left about a hunnerd of 'em around the countryside, it sure isn't happenstance that they all come to this table." </em><br/><br/>Kirien looked at Taavia, smiling faintly.  "No, not happenstance...and perhaps something far more serious."  She paused a moment.  "Forgive me...being a devotee of a goddess tends to make one more apt to see omens in occurrences."<br/><br/><em>"Jigsaw.  Do they fit together?  Maybe they're bits of some larger thing."</em><br/><br/>The elven Spellmaiden nodded softly at Pansy's words, gazing at the three on the table.<em>They did have irregular shapes...perhaps if...</em><br/><br/><em>"I was thinking it might be a good thing to seek a wise old dwarf or elf versed in metal lore and crafting to identify the metal, its not steel or any metal I know of but I admit my knowledge is limited to weapon quality and workmanship not other kinds of metals it could be something very rare. I heard of rocks falling from the heavens made of metals unknown to most could this be star metal of some kind, given by the gods and goddesses above or a fallen star turned to metal by its fires?</em><br/><br/>"It would not surprise me if it was, good warrior."  If anything, Eferhild's words drove her curiosity on further.  She reached for her piece, and Melan's, one in each hand.  Her eyes followed the curves of each shape, and something clicked in her mind.  She rotated hers, and twisted Melan's, and then brought them close, and pressed them together.<br/><br/>Without sound or heat or any other sign, the two fit together perfectly...and where they had touched, there was now no sign of a line or space...not even a hair's breadth.  They were as one whole.<br/><br/>Wide eyes rose to gaze at the others on the table.  "If...if these two fit so...what of the others?"  She looked around, feeling now a deep yawning emptiness in her belly, despite the food she had already eaten.  "Enastril--would you lend me yours?"<br/>