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[Church II] Compendium IV  March 1996-March 1996
                                Plot & Church
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[Post fight from Church II Compendium I]


Smith, nicely rested and ready for battle, returned to Montfort a moment
in time after he had left.  This time, he was on the roof of a 2 story
building overlooking the fight.  Where he had been...from his reference
frame, nearly 2 weeks ago, but from the reference of Montfort scarcely
a second later...there was nothing but a pile of still burning stones
and rubble.  A tall man stood...the one who had attacked Smith.  Well,
now to rescue the others!
--Jack Smith

Raven had grabbed Dalmanae's hand and started running with her down the 
street the other way from the Church when...
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith opened a portal directly beneath Dalmanae, Raven, and the ghost.  With
a twist in the dimensionality of space, the other end of the portal was
in a small stand of trees, well outside Montfort...so, hopefully, they would
literally fall out of danger.  Hopefully, they wouldn't even be bruised...at
least, not too badly!  And with that, he departed too, joining the others
before he had to spend more time recovering!
--Jack Smith

Smith commented to the others "Seems like weeks when you're in a fight,
doesn't it?" and chuckled.  He then added to the ghost "We need to find 
out who I was fighting.  Whoever he is, he's good!"
--Jack Smith


As Raven ran a portal suddenly appeared on the ground in front 
of him. Realizing this could be a good way to escape Raven jumps onto 
it. 

Smith joins them seconds after they fall through, Raven looks to 
Smith.

"What now, Wonder boy? Shall we attack P.J by ourselves too?"
--Nicholas Rodgers

Smith chuckled and replied "I'm glad you suggested that.  But not
quite yet...I've got a special treat saved up for him."
--Jack Smith

Raven irritated by the fact that Smith had so carelessly lead 
them into such a dangerous mission was letting his irritation get 
the better of him.
--Nicholas Rodgers

He grinned and commented "What?  You never heard of scouting?  Seriously,
we needed to see how strong the Church was.  How can we battle an enemy
if we don't know his strengths and weaknesses?  We have to probe, as
with a dagger;  where we strike hard bone, we withdraw...where we find
flesh, we press deeper.  Unfortunately, we hit bone tonight."
--Jack Smith

"You know those two guys looked awfully familiar." Raven again 
looks to Smith. "I'm alright. Now Where?"
--Nicholas Rodgers

With a yelp Dalmanae fell directly through the portal, unable to dodge it 
at the rate she was moving. Twisting in midair she almost managed to land 
on her feet. Instead she had the breath knocked out of her. 

She rolled over to sit up, breathing hard from the sudden dash 
through the streets. She brushed back a few fine strands of pale silver 
hair and looked Smith over from head to toe. 
--Phaedra Whitlock

Between answering Raven's questions, Smith looked concerned...
--Jack Smith

"Smith? You're the most confusing man I've ever worked with, but we're 
also alive and that's something. Thanks." Trying not to flinch she stood up 
and retrieved her sword from where it had fallen. "If we get a chance I'd 
appreciate you showing me some of that.... whatever it was you did back 
there."
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith grinned and replied "Sure, we can do that...after we kill off PJ
and his friends.  For now, things will get fairly intense.."
--Jack Smith

"Yes, I noticed."
--Phaedra Whitlock

"Until then, where are we and what's next on the agenda? Sleeping and 
hiding out till your ghost friend can dig up information on those two 
or staying on the offensive?"
--Phaedra Whitlock

Nodding, Smith replied "You two need some sleep.  I can pass on that for
now...and I have something I need to take care of.  And I'm tired of hiding..
if PJ wants a fight, he'll have one.  No more Mr. Nice Guy."  Smith grinned
but seemed deadly serious about not being a nice guy anymore....
--Jack Smith

Dalmanae sighed. Adrenaline rush would wear off soon and then the long 
long day would catch up to her. She couldn't understand how Smith did it.
--Phaedra Whitlock

After the three dined on some simple rations that Smith had brought along, he 
stood and said "Excuse me a moment.  I may be a little late this time,
so...don't wait up for me."
--Jack Smith

Dalmanae started to get up and then dropped back to the ground. Smith was 
gone again. She carefully folded the plastic wrapper into a glider and 
tossed it into the air. "So Raven," she said as she watched the craft 
swirl through the air, "does he do this all the time?"
--Phaedra Whitlock

"Only with the people he likes." Raven replied from where he, like 
any good merc, was lying on the ground ready to go to sleep.
--Nicholas Rodgers

Eventually Dalmanae curled up in a tight ball. Between her tiny form and 
the dark color of her cloak she was nearly invisible in the night. 
--Phaedra Whitlock


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An hour later Dalmanae awoke, fully rested to see that Raven was asleep. 

She watched him carefully for a full half hour to be certain he was asleep 
before touching the small, onyx teardrop pendant at her throat. In 
moments she was in rapport with Grand Inquisitor Blayne. 

Expecting the Proctor Dalmanae almost broke the connection before Blayne 
exerted his will and soothed her. Relaxing again Dalmanae sent a 
rapid-fire report of her day with Smith, from the first meeting at 
Smith's crater to Smith's leave-taking an hour ago.

Blayne digested the information quickly then asked, ::Where are you and 
when do you expect Smith to return?::

::I don't know. Woods somewhere. He said he'd be back for us but not 
when.:: 

Blayne ignored her resentment over being left behind like a novice. It 
would do her good and ensure she performed better next time. ::I cannot 
locate you. Avere is on his way however, with news for Smith. See that he 
gets it.::

::Of course Grand Inquisitor.:: Dalmanae's mind speech remained perfectly 
correct until she was certain the rapport was ended. Only a very junior 
Inquisitor, Dalmanae knew better than to provoke a Dark Guard with 
comments on his own failure to catch or follow Smith.

After a while longer she silently got up to scout the perimeter and try 
to find out where they were.
--Phaedra Whitlock

Raven listened as Dalmanae carefully got up and started to scout 
the perimeter. Carefully keeping his eyes closed he wondered who this 
woman was. His warriors sixth since had notice the woman wake ages 
ago, Though still seemingly asleep he had notice that she had sat 
there staring at him. At least that had been what it had felt like. 
Mentally shrugging thinking that the woman probably was wondering the 
same thing about him, Raven fell back to sleep.
--Nicholas Rodgers

By the time Smith returned she'd started breakfast and cleaned up. Once 
again she looked the efficient operative she was.
--Phaedra Whitlock

Raven woke up again at six. Stretching out cramped muscles with a 
half hour kantra with his twin scimitars. He then ate some breakfast 
with Dalmanae while they waited for Smith. Raven kept silent about 
his waking during the night. In fact now that he was fully awake he 
wasn't sure that it hadn't been a dream. 
--Nicholas Rodgers


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Smith disappeared, reappearing in a distant city on Ifreann, well out of the
Dark One's sphere of control.  Making sure he wasn't followed, he took an
evasive path before ducking into an alley.  Back and forth through a number
of places, times, and probabilities he went and finally he wound up at
a small cabin near a lake.  Exactly where, or when it was would be hard
to say;  but he recognized it, and there weren't any people around.  Clearly,
it wasn't on Ifreann...the sun was red, even at noon!

A day later, Smith got in a boat, took a fishing pole, and quietly rowed
out onto the lake.  There, he sat in the warm weather and fished;  he even
caught a few small fish, enough for dinner.  As the day slid to afternoon,
another boat came toward him, with another fisherman;  the boat came alongside,
and Reed commented "How is the fishing?"  Smith replied "I keep trying to
hook a big one...so far, nothing but little guys."  The other commented
"Those hooks you use seem big enough, even for the big fish".  Smith shrugged
before saying "Yeah, but you get too many little ones for every big one.
I need something different."

After a pause, Reed added "Things are getting warmer up North.  You may have
to go back to work."  <Reed Grinned>

Smith raised an eyebrow before saying "I retired.  Being recalled would be
unusual."  Reed's smile grew as he said "Part of the deal.  Anyway, a job
might help you get that...fishing tackle...you want."  Smith nodded and
replied "Contract maybe?  Cleaner that way."

Reed smiled and said "Good idea.  That way, you do what you want...sort of
like your own boss.  So, what kind of tackle do you want?"

Smith nodded and said "Deal.  I need a fungus cocktail...blast and rust,
maybe some mycotoxins.  Toss in some Shiva III.  And some of my special toys.
Oh, yeah...I need some acid, reicen-b, the usual."

Reed let out a low whistle and said "Sounds like you'll be working overtime.
OK.  We'll send a package...wait for it.  Well, good luck with your fishing."

Smith chuckled and said "I think it's getting better!  By the way, I think
a friend of mine wants to help..."

Reed nodded and said "That's fine.  Good to work with friends."

And so Reed departed, and Smith remained at the cabin for days.  And, with
some effort, he was able to get a message to Dralen and Blaze.  Finally,
he saw a chalk mark on a rock... just what he'd been waiting for!  He departed,
soon arriving on Ifreann in a great city far from Montfort.  He checked
into an Inn, and went to his room.  There, a gray canvas sack filled 
with cheap pottery waited for him...his sales samples as a merchant.  Precisely
two hours later, he took the sack to the market, going aimlessly among the
crowds.  He wound up at a food vendor's stall, and sat the sack down while
he ate.  Another man, with a sack just the same as Smith's came up and
also ate;  he soon took up the sack Smith had brought and departed.  Smith
took the exchanged sack, and went to his room.

The 'courier' was a naive ne'er do well who had been hired for this one
job.  As he walked off with the sack of pottery, an arrow flicked out
of a building and killed the man instantly.  The watch never did figure
out who had murdered the man...or why.  With him died the knowledge of who
had hired him.

Smith got back to his room, and checked the sack.  All was as it should be;
pottery.  Just, plain, simple, pottery...all sealed...all heavy...and
all in cylindrical shape of the same size.  After a nap, Smith returned to
Dalmanae and Raven.

He reappeared about 7:00 am, sack in hand, and with a satisfied smile upon
his face.  He commented "Well, feeling more rested?  Perhaps you'd care
to join me in a hike, the Spring weather being what it is?"  Smith grinned,
but there was a glitter of fanaticism in his eyes...Smith was working for
the Company again, and there was only one being on Ifreann who knew what
Smith was like when he had his orders...and Red wasn't around this time to
hold him back...
--Jack Smith

Dalmanae examined the heavy sack Smith carried and decided she might as 
well. "Sure." Whatever it was she'd find out soon enough, and Avere 
hadn't shown up yet. Blayne was going to be ticked.
--Phaedra Whitlock

Raven gave Smith a curious glance. "Nice tan, Smith. By the way I 
just realized where I had seen that guy you where arguing with last 
night."

Raven paused to give what he said some more weight.

"His names Blayne. He's a Grand Inquisitor and a Vampire. I 
should know. I had to fight myself in that Alternative Future you 
sent us too. I had been made into a Vampire by that ugly as sin piece 
of shit!"
--Nicholas Rodgers

Smith nodded and replied "Thanks for the intelligence.  That's useful;
very useful indeed.  Maybe we can send him some garlic soup, so he
knows we care." <Smith chuckled>

Smith grinned and replied "Nothing like a hike for the health.  And, we have 
a nice breeze out of the North today...oh, by the way, I hear the fleas and
ticks are out early this year.  We wouldn't want to spoil the hike by getting
some of those, right?"

He took a pottery cylinder out of the sack, then gently tapped it against
a rock.  The pottery coating fell off, leaving a shiny metallic cylinder.
He twisted the cylinder, removing the top, then took a handful of the
dark powder inside and tossed it in the air.  The spores of fungus carried
through the air, and as they touched grain they set up a well nigh incurable
infection that would blight the grain, and slowly kill the plant.  The
spores being small and light, they drifted far and wide, infecting grasses
and crops. He put some on his clothing, commenting "Great for killing fleas
and other vermin.  Really!  Care to try some?" He didn't mention that there
was one small problem with grain blast fungus...it really was hard to 
eradicate.  It also reproduced lots of spores, so it spread quickly.
Which was why the Company rarely used it;  it kept recurring again and again,
converting productive areas into worthless dustbowls.  Of course, it
didn't hurt people *_directly_*...just destroyed the food supply.

The hike proceeded pleasantly enough, with Smith taking time out to toss
a handful of the powder in the air from time to time.  They came upon a
peddler who was known to visit the farms in the area, selling lineaments
and potions, and various things for farmers and their wives.  Smith visited
pleasantly with the man, making sure to spill some of the spores onto the
wagon while the peddler wasn't looking.  With a silver coin, they were able
to hitch a ride to one of the storage warehouses outside of town.

Within the city, there were lots of troops and lots of patrols...but the
countryside was a different matter.  And, too, Smith had attacked bridges
in the past, so those were well guarded...but who would bother with a
grain storage warehouse?  There were a couple of farmers, who looked
quizzically at Smith and the others as they arrived.  

Smith walked up, smiled, and said "Redeemer's blessings upon you.  
Grand Inquisitor Blayne has sent me to bless the grain, that it may
nourish the spirit as it does the body.  Behold, I carry special 
dust, consecrated by the Grand Inquisitor *_personally_*!"  Smith
held up a different cylinder, still in its pottery sheath.

The farmers were none too sure about all this, and one chewed a hay stem
silently, while the other commented "Well, I don't see what harm it
could do.  Mind if I watch you bless the grain?"

Smith became all seriousness and replied "The Grand Inquisitor would
be pleased with your piety, brother.  Come, let us go together."  And
Smith led them inside.  He tapped the cylinder against a wooden pillar,
and let the pottery fall off.  He opened the metallic part inside, and 
carefully sprinkled the dust on the grain.  Bin after bin of wheat and
corn were dealt with, and in each case Smith intoned words in some arcane
and indecipherable tongue.  Actually, it was just a rendition of some
nonsense phrases, but in his native tongue, with suitable intonation, it
sufficed.  Then, he made a point to bless the farmers and the transport
wagons as well, applying some of each of the two powders.  In a matter
of days, the infection now on the grain would poison it, killing men and
beasts who ate it.  And, as people moved about and the grain was moved
about, the infection spread rapidly.

He smiled, and said "Blessings of the Redeemer upon you, and your farms.
For know this, those who are loyal worshippers of the Redeemer will have
bountiful crops indeed!"

Smith departed, and soon the three conspirators had finished the day's
hike.  Under a bright, star-lit sky, Smith leaned back and said "It was
a good day, wasn't it?  Nice and peaceful.  Now, Dalmanae, you wanted 
me to show you a trick...let's try some fireworks. He took a pottery
ball out of the sack, chipped off the pottery, and revealed a golden
sphere.  Next, he created a small dimensional pocket...Jade the Dragon
had known how to do it, so when he mind-joined with her, he had learned
too...and put the sack safely inside and beyond pilferage.  Next, he
opened a tiny portal into a dark area, spoke several spells, and as the
sphere began to glow, tossed it into the little portal.  Moments after
the portal collapsed, there was a bright flash from the direction of Montfort.

The small Bright-Star device had exploded in a well, leaving a substantial
crater, breaking more windows, and dousing a number of people with small
stones, mud, and water.  The sound stirred up the population, who
grumbled about the Refusers never letting good folk get a night's sleep.
And, it meant one less well for the People of Montfort...

Smith commented "Pretty, isn't it?"
--Jack Smith

She nodded, impressed. "That was two spells, or two procedures wasn't it? 
One to cause the explosion and one to create the portal?"
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith chuckled as he replied "More than that...you just see the
final part."
--Jack Smith

Her expression had lit up with delight at learning something new of 
magic. The question was which one did she want to ask about first? 
She settled on the one Blayne would be most interested in. "Is it hard 
to create the gold sphere?"
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith raised an eyebrow and replied "The physical portion of the sphere is
the least of the problem...it's a useful weapon, but far from being the
most destructive.  What we did today is much more damaging.  In fact,
what you both helped me do to Proctor John is nastier than what I did
to Proctor Elliot up north.  We'll see the results soon..." <Smith grinned>
--Jack Smith

Her pale silver eyebrows raised in query. "What DID we do today Smith?"
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith grinned and said "You don't want me to spoil the surprise, do
you?  Give it a couple days.  We're safe, that I can assure you of.
Not that telling matters...it's too late to stop what we started...but I
like surprises."
--Jack Smith

"I'll be certain to remember that." she commented.
--Phaedra Whitlock


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Enrico heard Blayne's request for a meeting with Smith,
and cautioned him that Smith might not want such a meeting.
Still, it was apparent that contact was a priority, so
Enrico set about finding Smith.

It wasn't that easy, but finally he located him with his
two companions in a field.  Smith seemed relaxed and 
happy...which was dangerous, because that meant probably 
meant that he was up to something deadly.

Capt. Enrico appeared, red eyes glowing, and said "Smith,
I have an unusual proposal for you..."

Smith looked up warily and replied "Talk to me."

Enrico paused, then continued "Grand Inquisitor Blayne...the
one you fought last night...wants a meeting."

Smith grinned and said "Now, 'Rico...you wouldn't be
trying to set me up again, would you?  This dying
business isn't all that much fun;  of course, I guess
you know that."

Enrico's eyes blazed in anger for a moment, then he said
"Smith, I suppose the scales are balanced on that;  but I
am not here to betray you.  I come at the request of the
Presidente' himself.  I will tell you, Smith, that matters
have become more complex.  The Presidente' is furious that
a Legionnaire Lieutenant was murdered by the Church official
known as Geod.  More, we believe that the Proctor has done
nothing about it.  He has requested that you meet with this
Blayne, and learn what you can.  He can be most grateful,
Smith..."

Smith grinned and replied "Don't I know it!  So the 
Churchies are already murdering their friends.  I
warned him, 'Rico...I warned you too.  Typical sanctimonious
hypocrites;  go to worship, and look down their oh-so-pure
noses at those of us who do the dirty work, then the
minute they get the chance...with no risk to their
cowardly little hides...they knife their so-called friends
in the back."

Enrico thought for a moment and replied "True enough.
The Foreign Legion may not be the best, but they are
our brothers in arms.  To have one murdered for no reason
is deeply offensive.  But, we must gain information before
the President chooses a course..."

Smith nodded and replied "Smart.  The Churchies are powerful
enough that he shouldn't go in unprepared.  But those folks
are into mind magic...we both know the risks in a meeting,
don't we?"

Enrico's hood moved, as if he were nodding, before he
said "The Presidente' would be willing to offer a meeting
within the Bank, where the wards would protect both sides
from each other.  This would, of course, be in the interest
of promoting peace and mutual understanding, and with the
hope that the current destructive climate can be replaced
with constructive dialog."  If a wraith could smirk, this
one certainly would have!

Smith chuckled and replied "OK...it's been a day or two
since I did anything really foolish, so maybe I'm overdue,
and need to get it out of the way.  Tell Blayne I'll meet
him at the Bank, at noon, tomorrow.  No troops, no 
assistants, no one follows us.  Just him and me, the two
of us.  Period.  Any tricks, any at all,
and no meeting.  And tell the Presidente' I'll get a
report to him in the usual way."

Enrico commented "Thank you, Smith.  Tell me...if the
Presidente' turned on the Church of the Redeemer...would
you fight beside us?"

Smith nodded and replied "In a heartbeat.  But, 'Rico,
what about you?  The Proctor has some control with you..
you know that."

Enrico's eyes dimmed, as he said "Yes...yes, I know.
Perhaps he will destroy me utterly...or torture me for
eternity." <Enrico's voice strengthened> But I will fight
for the Presidente', no matter what!  In the Limpia songs,
we sing of marching through Hell for the Presidente'!
If I must do so, so be it!  Better to die now, than to
be murdered by a Churchie!" {Which marked the first time
that Enrico had used the derogatory term Churchie!}

Smith rose, and the two shook hands as he said "Tell the
Presidente' I'll be by his side.  And yours, 'Rico."

Enrico said warmly "It is good to be on the same side
again!  So, how will you come to us?  By that magic of
yours...or, perhaps you would care to ride in a Limpia
wagon?"

Smith smiled and replied "I'll bet I'd be the first one
to *_ask_* for a ride in one of those!  Sure, why not..
let's go for a wagon ride."  Turning to the others, Smith
said "I don't want to risk your lives, just because I
feel the need to do something crazy.  Tell you what, 
maybe it would be a good idea to relocate.  Assuming
I survive this, I'll find you...and if I'm not able to
do that, kill a couple Churchies for me, OK?"
--Jack Smith

Dalmanae simply stared at Smith, shook her head and said, "You're 
really something Smith. See you when you get back."
--Phaedra Whitlock

Raven looked disgusted by the Wraith Enrico, just like him to 
change loyalties. He thought rather unfriendly. The thought of Smith 
going to the Bank by himself didn't sit well on him either but he 
couldn't do anything to stop Smith. So he just agreed and wished 
Smith well. 
--Nick 

And so it was that at noon the next day, Smith was sitting
in a small conference room, waiting for Blayne....
--Jack Smith


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At noon Blayne was shown into the room where Smith was. He didn't bother 
offering to shake hands. Instead he took a long look at his opponent. 
Smith had already killed two Proctors and Blayne was naturally curious 
about any human mortal who could do that.

"Good afternoon Smith. It is a pleasure to meet you after hearing so many 
stories about you." he paused then continued. "In fact, I'd like to 
congratulate you on your attacks a day ago. I was most impressed by your 
trick with the roadway."
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith grinned and replied "You did some good work yourself.  Most of
the folks in the Church have been overconfident...or, they've been
sheep.  It's a pleasure to meet a fellow wolf."
--Jack Smith

Blayne grinned. "I was thinking the same thing." He hesitated again 
before asking the next question. 

"If you don't mind my asking Smith, why are you of all people in 
Montfort so opposed to the Church?"
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith raised an eyebrow and replied "You don't know?  Hmm.  I guess I
never mentioned that to many people did I?  The problem is one of the
Church's policies.  The Church is quite opposed to Dragon-kind...however,
I like dragons better than I like most people.  Since the Church came,
my friends Red and his mate Jade have departed to areas unknown...Dralen
has left, and won't be coming back... Gold and her hatchlings are gone.
And, so far as I can tell, the Church seeks to kill all Dragons everywhere.
So...even though I don't like this business of fighting for a cause...as
long as the Church has that policy, we have a problem."
--Jack Smith

"Problems like that can be resolved Smith. Dragons are not our primary 
targets. If they signed a pact of neutrality we'd have no reason to care 
what they do. I'm not acquainted with draconic politics but surely 
something could be arranged. With your contacts you might even help."
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith leaned back and continued "By the way...do you know how Presidente' 
Padilla came into power?  
--Jack Smith

Blayne shook his head no.
--Phaedra Whitlock

A couple years ago, he was a Major, in charge of part of Limpia.  The 
presidente' back then lost the support of the armed forces, and Padilla 
arranged a coup to topple him.  There is a lot of barracks gossip
about a Foreign Legion officer getting killed by one of your people last
night...the troops expect Padilla to do something about it.  
--Jack Smith

Blayne's expression soured. Geod again.
--Phaedra Whitlock

As long as we're talking about things, maybe you could tell me about why 
the Church kills it's ally's troops...it makes people who might consider 
a cease fire... or even a closer arrangement...a little cautious.  Know 
what I mean?" <Smith smiled>
--Jack Smith

"Yes, I understand Smith." Blayne's eyes turned orange with irritation 
and anger at Geod. "The Deacon's actions were NOT condoned by the Proctor 
or myself and if I was not here I would still be checking into the matter."

Blayne's voice dropped almost to a growl. "The Deacon, like myself, 
was told by the Proctor that he wished to further good relations with the 
Republic. It is NOT policy to attack our allies, let alone kill them 
without just cause. I saw no such cause and must assume that the Deacon 
is either an egotistical fool or a traitor as was the previous Deacon.
Either way, it is my duty as an Inquisitor to see he causes no further 
damage to the Church, or its allies."
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith smiled broadly, saying "The Dragons aren't a problem...in general, 
they prefer their own kind, and to keep to themselves.  Neutrality is their
 desire, so I'm confident that such a pact is quite possible.  And, that being 
the case...I see no reason to oppose the Church while arrangements are
being finalized.  If you feel it would aid you in pacification of the
population, I would be willing to agree to a cease fire...and would sign
papers to that effect."

He paused a moment, chuckled, and continued "As a further gesture of
cooperation, I will mention to you something that you might wish to have
investigated.  I do believe a rather serious fungal infection of
the food supply began yesterday.  Of course, I'm no farmer...and
wouldn't know quite how to start curing it...but with the prospect
of famine decimating the Church's flock, you might want to send
someone out to see what's happening.  Of course, you never know where
they might find some crazed rebel."  <Smith grinned> "But, they
shouldn't need much in the way of guards, what with the new era of
peace." <Smith adopted a self mocking, innocent look...an inside joke
with a fellow professional>
--Jack Smith

Blayne adopted a similar look. "Indeed. I will be certain to mention 
this fungal infection to Deacon Geod at my earliest opportunity. He 
mentioned taking a more active role in matters."

"I will have the papers drawn up as soon as possible. A set for you to sign 
regarding the Cease Fire and another set to be delivered to the draconic 
council."

Blayne smiled and offered his hand. "It is a pleasure doing business with 
you Smith."
--Phaedra Whitlock









Presidente' Padilla was furious.  His allies, the Church,
had turned on him.  The murder of an officer of the Legion
left little doubt.  Clearly, Proctor John couldn't care
less...Deacon Geod still walked around, free and unpunished.
After a staff meeting with his senior officers, he stood
and said "Loyal officers of the Republic...it appears that
we are not dealing with men of honor.  It seems that my
friend Smith was correct about the Church.  However, Colonel
Garcia, your suggestion of a diplomatic protest has merit.
Also, Colonel Delgado...you have provided intelligence that
Morrighu of the weaver's guild is involved in the resistance
movement.  I wish to speak with them.  Send a Limpia team to
speak with them, and seek her voluntary surrender...then
bring her here."

Colonel Delgado raised an eyebrow...it would seem that Colonel
Garcia's closeness with the Church had resulted in problems.
Perhaps..just perhaps...Colonel Delgado would not die of a
political illness.  He permitted himself the slightest of
smiles and Colonel Garcia's well hidden discomfiture as he
replied "Yes, my president.  It shall be as you command!"

That morning...well before the meeting with Smith...a squad of
Limpia troopers accompanied by a squad of heavily armed 
Mountain Regiment troops marched to the weaver's guild.  
Captain Ruiz knocked and entered, and asked to speak with
Morrighu.  Because of previous contact, Captain Enrico was
present;  the weavers seemed edgy.  Captain Ruiz was somewhat
reluctant to enter alone, and was considering an assault, but
Enrico took him aside and spoke quietly with him.  With some
reservations, the two officers entered to speak with Morrighu.
The rest of the 20 troops remained outside in defensive positions...
--Dave Womack

Word was sent to Geiren and Morrighu's quarters, where the Elven banshee
was still resting. When she heard of the squad at the door she felt a
final weight descend. She was still weakened and disoriented by nearly being
pulled along with the spirits into the Void. Whatever had hunted last
night was strong and skilled; trapping her in her song.

So much was beginning to unravel - she had just barely had time to tell
Lanaera of Kit's capture by the Church.

She looked at Geiren who sat beside her and said to him, "There is not
place to run." To the messanger she said, "Give me a moment to freshen
up. And let Lanaera know that I will meet with them."

Geiren's expression was unreadable, but he also knew that she was correct.
--Cathy Mosley

The Captain said to Morrighu "It has been reported that you
are involved in the resistance movement.  Colonel Delgado
has requested that you voluntarily submit to arrest, so these
charges can be dealt with efficiently.  I have a copy of the
indictment for your inspection."  Captain Ruiz handed Morrighu
a thick document, and inside a handwritten note said simply
"Imperative we talk.  Delgado"

As they departed, a scrap of paper dropped from Enrico's hand.
On it was written "Buy food today."  Whether it was a reminder 
to himself...or something else...was not immediately apparent.
But Wraiths would not normally buy their food...
--Dave Womack

Geiren had helped Morrighu down to where Captain Ruiz and the troopers
waited. The Elven woman was a pale as glacier snow; even her normally
intense blue eyes were muted in color. She stepped free of Geiren's
support and silently walked over to take the document from the Captain's
hand.

For a moment she gazed at it, then sent to Geiren, ::We may not be lost
yet. I will go with them.:: She sent an image of the letter to him.
To the Captain she said with quiet pride, "I accept the situation and
will go with you."

Geiren stood by the door to the interior of the Weaver's House. He didn't
want to accept that Morrighu was  placing herself in Delgado's protection,
but he knew that whatever had attacked last night was too great for their
few to deal with. He had nearly loss Morrighu to it and the Politi mages
had been hard pressed. Nor did he doubt that the attack last night had
been but a first foray.

Though he knew little of Morrighu's contacts he did know of Enrico's coming
to speak to her, and the fact that Delgado had aided them in small ways.
Even she admitted she didn't know what any of it added up to, but for now
neither would argue that they would have to accept what spark of hope
they could find. It just galled him that the man that held
their lifes in his hands was the man who had nearly been his murderer.
--Cathy Mosley



After she had been brought in, Colonel Delgado had gone to the
room and greeted Morrighu.  He commented "Officially, you are a
prisoner of Republic Army Intelligence, arrested by Limpia for
attempting to overthrow the lawful government of the Republic,
fomenting rebellion, and sedition.  Unofficially, you need have
no fear.  Certain political matters between the Republic and the
Church have become more complex, and the Presidente' wished to
communicate with you on several matters.  You have my word as an
officer that no harm will come to you."
--Dave Womack

She had remained seated when he entered; not entirely trusting a body 
shaky with fatigue. At Delgado's reassurance she said, "I believe you." 
She shook her head at the irony of the situation, and added, "Oddly 
enough, your timing of my arrest may well have saved my life." She had no 
doubt that whatever had hunted the night before could easily destroy her.
--Cathy Mosley

"Oh, and since you might become bored, I am sure we can obtain
such materials as you might need to finish the tapestry.  You
were wise to bring it.  Should you need anything...reading, food,
or other materials...knock on the door and advise the guard.
He has been commanded to show you every consideration."
--Dave Womack

The Elven woman smiled and said, "Well, you did already pay for the 
tapestry." She stifled a yawn and said, "And if I do need anything I will 
let the guard know. Thank you."
--Cathy Mosley

The room Morrighu had been left to wait in was comfortable enough and for 
now she could ignore the locked door. She had had no idea what the end 
result of her surrender would be, but she had known she would probably be at 
the Bank awhile. Her main concern was for Geiren and Gwion and the fear 
they were feeling, and for the members of the House, who she knew 
were at risk. But she had also realized that for now there was little she 
could do, and had finally curled up on the cot and gone to sleep.

A trooper had to lightly touch her on her arm to wake Morrighu; her sleep 
had been so deep she had not heard the door open or the soldier enter.

She stirred and for a couple of minutes blinked, trying to orient 
herself. "Yes?" she softly said, finally registering the waiting trooper.

"If you'd accompany us to see the Presidente'." he said, indicating the door.

She nodded, and after standing, attempted to tidy herself the best she could.
--Cathy Mosley

She was taken directly to the Presidente'...Colonel Delgado, Colonel
Garcia, and a number of others were present.  Presidente' Padilla
stood, and greeted Morrighu with the utmost courtesy, as a chair
was made available to her.  Padilla smiled and said "So, you are
one of the resistance to the Republic.  Perhaps you would care for
some refreshment while we talk?  I trust you have been made
comfortable?"
--Dave Womack

Morrighu settled gracefully into the chair after returning the 
Presidente's greeting. She was grateful she had had some sleep for she 
was now more alert. "Yes, to all three of your questions," she said 
returning his smile. She looked at the attendant who was waiting to see 
what refreshments would be wanted, and said, "Tea would be fine."
--Cathy Mosley

Padilla walked over to a picture on the wall, seemingly one from
several years ago, when Montfort was smaller.  He looked at it and
said "The town has grown since I first visited it.  I don't
suppose you ever met Red, the dragon?  He introduced me to a most
marvelous product grown here...dragon-pods.  The fiery little peppers
are a favorite memory.  Of course, I was only a Major then, before 
the people demanded that I lead them...<Padilla chuckled>.
--Dave Womack

"I'm afraid, I haven't," Morrighu said, shaking her head, "Though I have 
heard mention of him."
--Cathy Mosley

"Perhaps you are not aware of the events of the last several hours?
You may have known that one of the Church of the Redeemer's
upper echelon murdered a junior officer of the Foreign Legion.
We have, of course, sent a protest to Proctor John, who has in
turn responded with a promise of an investigation of the incident...
however, a far more serious situation has presented itself.  Within
the past 2 hours, Captain Enrico used his weapon in a failed
assasination attempt against Colonel Garcia, and perhaps Smith as
well.  Two young officers died, and a third may not live.  It was
only by great good fortune that Smith prevented this assasination."
--Dave Womack

"I am unaware of these events," she said. She waited for him to go on, 
wondering exactly what they needed her for.
--Cathy Mosley

Padilla paused, then walked over to sit in front of Morrighu on the
edge of the desk, "In their zeal to serve the Republic, Limpia and
the CRS sometimes find themselves at odds.  Some <Padilla looked
toward Colonel Garcia> believe that Captain Enrico was attempting
to injure the CRS in Montfort.  Others propose insanity, due to the
Captain's unusual condition..and some suggest this may be an attempt
to damage the peace process begun between Grand Inquisitor Blayne
and Smith."
--Dave Womack

She felt a chill at the concept of a peace between Smith and the Grand 
Inquisitor. Before last night she had not met up with a power such as 
what had hunted her spirit children and she wondered if it could well 
have been the new arrival Blayne.
--Cathy Mosley

"There is a darker possibility;  a trusted friend has spoken to
Enrico, and advises me that the Captain was forced, or compelled,
by outside forces to try to kill Colonel Garcia.  Certain factors
support this supposition."

"Your meetings at Smith's pond <Padilla smiled> were not unobserved.
A CRS operative within Limpia has informed us of the meeting.  How
Enrico attempted to kill Smith;  and, how you and he talked.  You
offered to help him get into paradise, if he would help the resistance.
I have also been made aware that Colonel Delgado and Enrico have taken
it upon themselves to give some preferential treatment to yourself,
your husband, and the child you have sought to adopt.  This could
be interpreted as compassion...or, as treason."
--Dave Womack

Though nothing showed in her quiet expression, there was a flicker of 
alarm in her ice blue eyes when Padilla said the meetings had been 
observed. She didn't doubt he had been told by someone, since he knew the 
essence of the pact, though she wondered if Smith or Enrico had told him
themselves. "I doubt treason," she said, "If your operative had his or her 
facts clear, then they would have told you that the offer 
I made to aide Enrico was only for his help against the Church. I would 
not have insulted his loyalty by asking anything else." She barely 
glanced at Delgado when she said, "As for Colonel Delgado, I have no idea 
as to his motives, but again I sincerely doubt they are treasonous."
--Cathy Mosley

Padilla crossed his arms, saying "A certain level of initiative in
a senior officer can be desireable.  <Colonel Delgado relaxed by
the least bit, as Colonel Garcia stiffened slightly>  It seems
that we of the Republic will be well served by some limited
contact with the resistance in general, and you in particular.
We need your help in finding the truth about Enrico, and who
caused this attempt to kill one of my best officers and
subvert the Army while sowing seeds of dissent.  The People
of the Republic are known for the gratitude they show their
friends."  Presidente' Padilla waited for Morrighu's answer...
--Dave Womack

She studied the Presidente' for a minute; the man for whom a nation 
was willing to die for, or to damn their souls for in the carnage they 
seemed to think that security required. The decision, she realized, being 
put to her was whether to work with the enemies she knew or face a new 
threat alone. These were men, and their virtues and crimes were on a 
human level; even Enrico, Wraith that he might be, was driven by human 
loyalties. But Blayne, for she had few doubts that this was the name for 
who hunted last night, had power on the spiritual plane. A twisted power 
that had trapped her in her song; she had felt him reveling in her 
singing as he tore her spirit children apart, using the inspiration of 
her song to drive himself on to greater excesses. Even now the memory 
sickened her.

Morrighu accepted the tea that was brought to her, feeling the warmth of 
the cup against her icy hands. She tilted her head slightly, and 
answered, "Presidente' I will tell you what I learned of Enrico's 
condition. I promised him that I would aide him, and I will do so. . .But 
you're information was a bit wrong. It wasn't Heaven he wanted, but the 
freedom to serve you." She sipped at the tea; her eyes shadowed by white 
hair that had fallen forward. 

When she spoke again she said, "Presidente' the Fates twist this skein 
into a pattern that not even I understand. I have no love for the methods 
of the Republic - for they nearly ripped from me what I loved best. . And 
in the last few centuries I have sung the death songs of all my kin. I 
had no wish to do so again. And here in Montfort there air is filled with 
the agony of your victims, who turn to me for succor. But now there is a 
worse threat to what is left of Montfort, and I will not argue that your 
friendship would be welcomed."

She set the teacup down and proceeded to confirm Enrico's story of what 
had happened when Proctor John had brought him back. At the end of her 
statement she said, "I do not recognize the material of which Enrico's 
'heart' is made. Nor do I know what other properties it might have - for 
it is made of complex magics. But I can say that this 'heart' is what 
gives Enrico the ability to drain life force, and that the Proctor can 
have control over him via this creation."
--Cathy Mosley



After Captain Ruiz' return, Presidente Padilla arranged for the
delivery of a formal diplomatic protest to Proctor John...it
read

	Excellency:
	
	The People of the Republic have been surprised that their
	dear allies, the Church of the Redeemer, have failed to take
	action with regard to one Geod, Deacon of the Church, who has
	murdered, apparently without cause or provocation, a lieutenant
	of the Republic Foreign Legion.
	
	We must protest this failure to act, and do therefore ask
	what actions, if any, you intend to take.  For the current
	alliance to continue to work, the Church and the Republic 
	cannot fight each other.  We choose to believe that you have
	not yet taken action for reasons of your own, but we remain
	confused by the seeming acceptance of this criminal act by
	one of your senior staff.
	
	
	
	Kindest Regards,
	
	Franco Padilla,
	Presidente' for Life
	and Generalissimo,
	Republic of ___________________
	--Dave Womack



Proctor John read and reread the formal diplomatic protest written by 
the Presidente of the Republica.  He sat in thought for a long while, 
then pulled the cord behind his desk.  Soon there was a knock at his
office door.  He bade his secretary enter, and Acolyte Elsbeth Dupre
did so, with a shy smile for her adored and beloved Proctor.

"Elsbeth, I need a formal letter drawn up, on official Church stationary,
with my seal of office.  Please take this down:


	My Dear Presidente Padilla,

	I cannot tell you how grieved I am to hear of the loss of one
	of your fine officers.  As the Church is truly your friend,
	please rest assured that a formal investigation into this 
	incident will be carried out by me personally.  
	
	If Deacon Geod is indeed responsible for the irresponsible 
	murder of one of your own, he will be severely reprimanded
	and punished in ways which *I* do not like to think about.
	He will be turned over to our Holy Inquisition, for acts
	of Disobedience against the Church.  The Church of the Holy
	Redeemer will also make a generous donative to the family 
	of the slain officer in a gesture of restitution.
	
	But, as I said, we must await the findings of my investigation.
	I ask that we two meet two days hence, for a summit of sorts.
	I will present my findings to you then, *and*, should Geod
	prove guilty of a wanton act of murder, you shall have proof
	of his punishment at that time.  I shall pray for your slain
	officer.  May the Redeemer show mercy to his soul.
	
	
	The Peace of the Redeemer be with you....
	
	Proctor John
	Church of the Holy Redeemer
	Demesne of Montfort, Chadwick and Jord.
	
Elsbeth put down her quill, and sprinkled some drying powder on the 
parchment.  After a moment of waving, she handed Proctor John the letter,
which he perused.  Satisfied, he took her proffered quill, and signed
his name at the bottom.  Elsbeth took both quill and parchment from
Proctor John's hands, rolled up the parchment, and attached metal caps
to both ends.  She then poured hot wax from a candle onto each end,
and stamped the official seal of the church to either end.  Thus, the
parchment was sealed for delivery.  

Proctor John nodded his approval.  Here was one worth keeping, when his
master reached these shores.  Elsbeth would be one of the lucky ones....
Proctor John would see to that.  "Have Lt. Torq deliver it, in full dress,
with a full squad of Inquisitors as an Honor Guard.  Also, put out the
word to all our people, I wish to see Deacon Geod.....yesterday!"

Acolyte Elsbeth nodded and smiled briefly, before turning and leaving to
carry out the Proctor's orders.

Within an hours time, Inquisitor Lieutenant Torq and a full squad of
Inquisitors in full dress uniforms arrived at the bank to deliver the
letter.
--Johny Enright










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