<strong>Emily</strong><br/><br/>The carriage ride seemed a blur to Emily, distantly she recalled the coach driver's attitude<br/>change abruptly at the sight of gold and after some time the coach appeared out side the manner.<br/><br/>The coachman seemed to recall his manners once nearby the duchess' residence and<br/>a moment after the horses stopped seemed to be managing the limp bodied stranger Emily had with her<br/>onto the pavement as Emily exited herself.<br/><br/>(http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/the_duchess05.jpg)<br/>(Replace sunshine with lantern light)<br/><br/>"Well what do we have here ?<br/><br/>A small gathering of ladies were sipping wine enjoying the weather perhaps a stone throw away.<br/>Only one looked directly at the coach... the same one that talked<br/><br/>"Quite a scene Phera" one of the others with a pearl necklace chuckled.<br/><br/>"You really should keep better company, drunkards should know better than trying your patience"<br/>the other nearby with heavy earrings murmured.<br/><br/>"Marget, I don't think is wine that has done this to Lord Ruthlar. If it was he would have more than<br/>one pretty girl in his attendance, and unlikely would be here."<br/><br/>"Something wrong Duchess ?" Marget seemed to be the woman wearing pearls queried.<br/><br/>"Not for me but what I have fathomed seems truer than even I thought. I did warn them."<br/><br/>"Warm them of what?"<br/><br/>"Lisa, explaining everything to everyone does get tiresome."<br/><br/>"Then shoo them away you do have company, they should have seen so and waited. Really ... wait is that girl ?... "<br/><br/>"Yes she is one of us, a young one, and yes she can hear us, pretty don't you think? Cute, I wondered what her fate may be"<br/><br/>"Keeping the company of Ruthlar doesn't leave her many options, where is her mentor ?<br/>... she should obey tradition when visiting an elder like yourself ... not just turn up expecting to be .."<br/><br/>"Oh shush Lisa" Phera then turned square on to Emily still in no rush to help, simply entertained by the event.<br/><br/>The coachman simply dipped his hat to each in turn and scurried onto the coach and made haste to get away, leaving emily alone with a limp bodied man and three well dressed strangers staring at her like she was a curious plant.<br/><br/>"If everyone obeyed tradition, how boringly predictable would things be?" Phera replied to her guests.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Zahira Naqvi<br/></strong><br/>"Zahira ! Not one word of homage in three hundred years and when you think of it its not in appreciation of what you have but for a favour wanted ? Like im some servant of yours? Should I ... "<br/><br/>Amaravati then stopped talking and shook his head and sighed. Most elders seemed to be distant from emotion but for some reason Amaravati didn't. Not this time.<br/><br/>"Your my greatest pride and disappointment in the same breath Naqvi, such talents you have is exceptional and certainly has made me more respected indirectly and benefited our linage. Still traditions and rituals you master are selfish ones, Impressive you have but you choose the ones that give you something, not ones that respect the right channels, still you do pay homage to Haqim, this indirectly proves I have done something right. Furthermore your relationship with Lydia Dorn is questionable by some but where I stand vital to not loose you to self-centeredness. Thank Haqim your lovers."<br/><br/>Him speaking this frankly was ... not expected.<br/><br/>"This is a time many of us hoped was a myth. For this vision to appear this strongly it seems its not the case. It is something that will change everything sorceress Zahira Naqvi, and it seems you may be a focus point for which way that may lead. It is of a deep lake in England. Stories of what it guards, what it keeps has so many versions even the best scryers simply shrug when pressed for answers. Its waters are not normal, they were created to do one thing, be a physical viel that would stand the test of time. When you see ripples on water's surface which take longer to move than normal water would manage you will know your in the right place. Thats all I can explain, for its all I know. Speaking of this isn't easy for me. This may be the last time we may be able to talk for a while for if this is true ... I have work to do beyond what you can help with, perhaps I may already be too late."<br/><br/>With that the vision faded.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong><br/>Dr. Kian Vance<br/></strong><br/>As the doctor tentatively stepped into the unexpected the feeling of wrongness increased. This didnt seem like a vision. It felt real. Pinching himself confirmed what other senses told him. It was if the entire place had been deserted... for a long time.<br/><br/>(http://everystockphoto.s3.amazonaws.com/eerie_wheelchair_asylum_220696_l.jpg)<br/>Peering in different rooms showed the same story, all in different state of abandonment, neglect. Forgotten stories, forgotten lives. But a trend seemed to appear. It seemed wings which housed<br/>the more mentally ill displayed a greater level of decay.<br/><br/>(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0IaKKvrziI/TA75IQN4joI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TPfzV8qla0s/s1600/abandoned_building_1_-_os1252304649.jpg)<br/>But there was no signs of life. The wind was still, no people, no insects.<br/><br/>Nothing... as he wondered the location of the source of the dripping sound could be determined.<br/><br/>Basement.<br/><br/>It was hard to know what would create more fear, the unexplained disappearance and seemingly instant decay of everything ELSE around him expect for himself, the silence, or that dripping noice.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Stráž</strong><br/><br/>Straz's efforts to find his summoners wasn't as hard as other tasks he had set himself to do, but it did seem luck at least had gone his way. For the night one of the girls was hand in hand with a guardian who seemed confused as to why she was acting so skitterish... requests for answers simply met silence but the tension between them both was obvious.<br/><br/>"Its late hon you have already eaten off to bed now, you and your sisters sleep, no more talk of ghosts, the place may be creepy but please your scaring the other two talking of it so. With a lick of paint it will be bright and you will love it ok ?"<br/><br/>Was what little the gargoyle could make out before both disappeared into the main entrance of the building that seemed to be their home.<br/><br/>(http://i4.muscache.com/pictures/296595/large.jpg?1284717373)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong><br/>Rose</strong><br/><br/>Roses comments only seemed to provoke the disembodied voice to that of frustration<br/><br/><strong>"No wonder none seek to talk to you, no wonder it was so hard !"<br/></strong><br/>Then silence for a few minutes reigned before again it was abruptly broken.<br/><br/><strong>"Wastwater lake in Britain is not a lake. What this means is beyond me, but something primal that this world should not see is moving again. Something all have forgotten, you will be needed. Go where your needed feral one. For being needed will birth a place in your heart you didn't know you had. One that may give you what you seek without knowing you do. Those with similar messages are ones you will meet, <br/>what you all do is not revealed to me, more I can not help you with. I can not be more clear."</strong><br/><br/>Then the vision of the distant figure vanished. Waiting a while longer made it seem the voice had also.<br/><br/>