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[Church II] Compendium VI  March 1996-March 1996
                                 Plot
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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


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[A collaborative post between Dave and Jack.  Proctor John
has decided to punish Enrico for disloyalty, and the assignment
was to kill a high Republic official.  Colonel Garcia was the
first available target, and only cheated death by the slimmest
of margins.  He will, perhaps, develop a political disease
at some future date!]


Colonel Garcia had a great many duties to fulfill.  Not
only were there CRS matters, but also the issues involved
in commanding the overall Montfort mission.  He had just
finished a commanders' staff meeting, with a good exchange 
of information about the Montfort operation;  there were
some losses amongst the ranks of the Republic Foreign 
Legion, but all things considered the effort was proceeding
well.  

The day was pleasant, and a cease fire in the offing for
Smith and the Church held promise of the final pacification
of Montfort.  Colonel Garcia invited Smith, several other
officers, and Captain Enrico to join him for some refreshments
at the Dragon's Inn.  It was the first time Enrico had been
outside the heavy warding of the Bank, and as the group walked 
into the street Enrico watched as his hand reached into his
cloak and pulled his flamerod, and began aiming it at the
back of Garcia's head.

Smith caught a hint of movement out of the corner of his eye,
and shoved Colonel Garcia aside as the full charge from the rod
was unleashed.  Two promising young officers died instantly,
and another was badly injured.  Colonel Garcia had brought his
flamerod to bear, as had two soldiers of the Presidential Guard,
and Enrico was shrouded in flame, destroying his clothing and
leaving his deadly form fully exposed.  Unable to control his
actions he moved toward Colonel Garcia, his hands outstretched
to consume the man's life force.  Smith opened a portal above
Enrico, and wind rushed rapidly in, pulling the Wraith away.
He pointed to the Bank, and he and Colonel Garcia grabbed the
wounded officer and pulled him toward the front door.  As they
entered, Enrico appeared.  He could not stop himself from
following Colonel Garcia, seeking to drain his life force.  As
Enrico entered the Bank, and the wards began to have their effect,
he stopped, looked about at the weapons aimed at him, the numerous
soldiers who had been brought in to do battle with him, and said
"What have I done?  I...I was not in control of my actions..."

Colonel Garcia recovered somewhat and replied "What you have done
is to kill two of your fellow officers in an attempt to assasinate
me.  You are under arrest for treason against the People of the
Republic;  you will confine yourself to quarters pending a court
martial."

Captain Enrico's form wavered, as a shadowy arm came up in salute.
The captain went to his quarters, found gloves, boots, and a cloak
in which to clothe himself, and sat...despondent and alone, and 
wondering what had happened to him.  Was what Smith's companion...
Raven...had said true?  Was he evil, and unable to serve the
Republic or the Presidente?  What had happened to cause this?

Meanwhile, Colonel Garcia said to Smith "The traitor must be
executed.  Such betrayals cannot go unpunished."

Smith looked at Colonel Garcia and replied "Betrayal?  Yes...but
I'm not sure by whom."

As Smith walked off, Colonel Garcia was left puzzling over what that
meant, as he arranged care for the injured officer.  

Smith knocked on Enrico's door, and upon gaining permission entered,
and sat.  Enrico said "Smith, I do not know what happened to me out
there.  I could not stop myself!  I saw my hand act of it's own will,
and I could not do anything to prevent it.  And Smith, I heard a voice
inside my head tell me that this was my punishment for being disloyal.
Have I gone insane?"  The wraith's voice was anguished.

Smith thought for a while, then said "Enrico, tell me about when
Proctor John brought you back...what exactly did he do?  And, Enrico,
tell me exactly what the price was.  Proctor John isn't free."  After
Enrico had related the full story, Smith nodded, and said "'Rico, I
believe you.  And fortunately, Morrighu is here at the Bank.  If
she weren't, I don't know how we could lay these bodies at the
door step of the real killer."  In response to Enrico's questioning
look, Smith replied "Proctor John put something inside you.  Remember
that young rebel we captured some years ago?  The kid who cared so
much about his family?  And we put a device in him so we could keep
track of him...and followed him, killing off his resistance cell?
And Proctor John is powerful enough, that would be child's play for
him.  And remember, 'Rico...he can rip apart minds at will.  Take
them apart, look inside, and put them together again.  The Bank's
wards protect you while you're inside...but outside, he can probably
work you like a puppet on strings."  Enrico looked down for a long
while, then looked up and said "Kill me Smith.  There must be a
way for me to die.  I don't want to kill other Republic soldiers.
What if this diablo were to try to force me to kill the Presidente'?"

Smith shook his head and replied "Enrico, I believe I know a way
to kill you...total death, no afterlife...but we don't have to do 
that.  Look, PJ used you, and he murdered soldiers of the Republic.
Get Revenge, Enrico;  between us, we'll find a way to repay him, in
full and with interest.  <Smith's voice gathered power>  You are
a soldier of the Republic!  An officer of Limpia!  A clear eyed
defender of the People!  Will you surrender to this John, or will
you fight?"  A light of pride, coupled with the hatred only the
undead can feel, glowed in Enrico's eyes as he replied "You believe
we can fight the Proctor?  That you can clear me of these crimes?"
As Smith agreed, Enrico grasped Smith's hand and said "My friend,
forgive me for being deluded by the madmen of the Church!  From
now on,we fight, shoulder to shoulder!  Victory or Death!"
Smith grinned "Not even death can stop us, 'Rico!  Heaven won't take
us, and the other place is afraid we'll take over!"  <Smith grinned>

Taking his leave, Smith went to the Presidente' and gained an audience.
After some time, it was agreed that Morrighu could provide testimony
if she was willing to do so.  And, the Presidente' had a new layer
of mistrust for the Church...

Propaganda teams made sure that the story of the weapon misfire
was properly distributed.  There had not been any assasination
attempt, as some foolish and misguided people had at first thought.
It was just a tragic malfunction.  The deceased would be returned
to the Republic, to be buried with full military honors, their
families would be cared for, and suitable posthumous awards for
bravery would be given.

Smith looked at a clock.  Blayne was taking awhile to get those
papers prepared!
--Dave Womack & Jack Smith


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After meeting with Smith Blayne returned to the church for his meeting
with Proctor John. The Grand Inquisitor's first 24 hours with the
Darkguard Lord had been hectic to say the least, but there was far too
much still to be done.
--Phaedra Whitlock

The secretary sent him in immediately. Proctor John was as always behind
his desk, but for once he was smiling.  "Ah, Blayne.  I have had very
encouraging reports of your first day.  Come, give me *your* official
report.  I am most eager to hear it."
--Johny Enright

"The meeting with Smith went as expected. He has agreed to the terms you
wished. In return for a promise of neutrality from Smith and the dragons
the church promises to not harm them. He plans to remain in the Bank
until I deliver the documents to be signed."
--Phaedra Whitlock

"Hmmmm.....very well.  I shall put my wrath aside and defer to your
judgement in this.  Go ahead with this 'peace', but watch him carefully.
Should he give *any* indication that he might break this neutrality,
I wish you to come down on him with extreme prejudice.  If, on the
other hand, he seems to truly be salvageable, perhaps we may *fully*
bring him into the fold.  I leave it to you..."
--Johny Enright

"Smith hinted that there was a problem with the crops and our agent's
report confirms that Smith spent yesterday scattering a strange dust at
local graineries and throughout fields.  We do not yet know what he has
done, but it is being investigated."

"Unfortuately, he travels via portal and in secrecy too often for our
agent to know where to locate Smith at any time."
--Phaedra Whitlock

"Yes, I have had reports of some deaths about town due to a strange 
fungal phenomenon.  I have assigned Deacon Geod and his mage-guard to
develop an anti-toxin to these poisons.  We shall treat the food that 
*we* give out only.  We shall also have a 'miracle' fungicide ready to
introduce at an opportune time.  But for now, we shall let what Smith
has started continue.  Now, as to Smith's ability to travel by portal,
I have developed a trap to use this ability against him.  If he should
give indication that he is breaking his neutrality, and you must go
after him, I want you to first crush *this* beneath your boot."

Proctor John pushed a red crystal shard across his desk to Blayne.  "If
Smith should try to portal after this shard has been crushed, he will
not end up where he would plan.  He will instead be taking a one way trip 
straight to the domain from whence we conjur our demons.  As you know,
this domain is sheilded from being an origin point for porting to keep
our pets within, so Smith will not be able to escape as well.  I would
like to see how Smith handles the tender mercies of our pets in a place
from which there is no escape."  Proctor John gave his wicked grin.  A grin
that would make most cringe, but not Grand Inquisitor Blayne.  Both the
Proctor and the Grand Inquisitor were struck from the same mold.
--Johny Enright

"Last night a ghost invaded my bedroom to spy on me. I destroyed the
creature and tracked down who had sent it. A banshee that resides in the
weaver's house a few blocks away. This banshee was also seen with Smith
offering Enrico freedom from your control and by reports, Enrico has
visited the weavers house twice since then to speak with her."

This was not news to the Proctor so Blayne continued, albeit
uncomfortably. He disliked to report that he had failed. "The weavers
have warded the house such that I could not break through their
barriers. This morning I arrested two of the mages and interrogated
them. They are of a group known as the Politi and have interfered in
local politics in other towns and are currently assisting the Resistance
with their magic."

"Due to the nature of their magic, if attacked they will barricade
themselves such that in all but the lesser trained Politi it becomes
nearly impossible to break them without killing them."

"I have set Inquisitors to watch the house but wish to know what your
orders are concerning them. Attack with greater numbers and Cleanse
them, or attempt to capture them as they leave."
--Phaedra Whitlock

"We *cannot* have freelance mages running about, Grand Inquisitor.
Either they are with us, or they must be dealt with.  You organize
an assault.  Have the Blackskulls join you.  Before the assault begins,
I shall call forth the fire from the stars, and rain the fire down
upon this house.  Once the fiery rocks have done their work, you 
begin your assault.  If some surrender, take them to the stables.
If they do not, Cleanse them of their sins with impunity!"
--Johny Enright

"The reporter Kit Tyvar was arrestedby a squad of Inquisitors after a
merchant claimed she and a Resister invaded his house fleeing from the
Republic. She has confirmed this, and is amenable to working with the
Church."  Blayne smiled evilly.  "Within two more days she will be
completely ours, as will one of the captured Politi. The other Politi I
cannot turn and recommend he be tried and Cleansed."
--Phaedra Whitlock

Proctor John nodded his approval, and motioned for Blayne to continue.
--Johny Enright

"I have also located Inquisitor L'Arain's body. From the decomposition
it is estimated he was killed over a week ago. There were signs he had
used his Wa'ari magic to leech the energy from the glade wherin he was
found. A green crystal such as the Deaconess used was in his hand and
the corpse of a dismembered stone beetle lay nearby. He most likely died
of its attack but I intend to question him this evening."
--Phaedra Whitlock

"It is as I feared.  Too bad.....Lieutenant Mauq was one of the better
Inquisitors we have had in service.  Yes, do question him, and determine
if he is salvageable.  I have no problem with moving him into another
host body, should you think there is enough of him left."
--Johny Enright

"There has been no sign of The High Inquisitor or the heretic Thai, but
I have had arrested the woman who last saw the High Inquisitor alive, a
fortune teller, for questionning."
--Phaedra Whitlock

"Very good!  Brief me the instant you have news.  I fear that Semareth has
met an untimely end as well, as I can no longer sense his 'gifting' in
this domain.  As for Thai, the order is death on sight!  The more painful,
the better!"  Proctor John did not wish to ever see the former Deaconess
again.   It would be a reminder of his failure in fully 'taking' her into
the Church's fold.
--Johny Enright

Blayne gave a short bow. "It shall be as you command."

With PJs permission Blayne left the room. Inquiring of one of the 
acolytes seemingly everywhere in the Church, Blayne learned Geod was last 
seen with his troop of Inquisitors. 

Blayne sent out a Calling to the Deacon, with a message telling him that 
on the morrow his presence was requested, with a Mageguard contingent, to 
participate in a Cleansing.

An hour later Blayne reappeared outside the Bank and shortly thereafter was 
handing Smith the sealed scrollcases for the dragons and several sheets for 
him personally to sign. 
--Phaedra Whitlock

The papers included promises by Smith, and those commanded by him,
not to attack, injure, harm, or impede the Church of the Redeemer
in any way.  And, there was an amnesty for Smith, et. al, so long as
the peace endured.  A provision promised that Smith would make
his best efforts to facilitate an agreement by the Draconic Counsel
to remain neutral with regards to the Church, and another provision
that the Church would cease to oppose dragons upon the conclusion
of a neutrality pact.
--Jack Smith

Blayne added his signature underneath Smiths and Proctor John's, certifying
that he had seen both sign the document, and pocketed the church's copies. 

That accomplished he relaxed slightly. The day had been long and was not
over with yet. There were reports of marauders attacking travelers along the
roads to the east. The situation had been allowed to continue unchecked due
to the mysterious disappearance of the High Inquisitor but could not be
tolerated for much longer.

His gaze fastened on Smith, folding and pocketing his own copies of the
agreements. ""Now that we are 'at peace' Smith, would you be interested 
in meeting Proctor John? He has a private offer he wishes to make to you."

"When you return perhaps you would consider joining me at the Dragon's 
Inn? I have been told that the food there is excellent."
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith grinned and replied "Sounds great!  I miss Lulu's cooking... I 
don't know if you care for hot peppers, but if you do, the dragon pods are 
marvelous.  In the meantime, I propose a toast here at the Bank first..."
--Jack Smith

"Certainly."
--Phaedra Whitlock

Earlier, a couple of CRS troopers and a healer had visited some
of the prisoners.  A modest donation of blood had been obtained,
and now several glass decanters containing a choice of Tequila Grande,
fruit juice and some of that donation were brought in.

Smith poured himself a glass of the blood, and sprinkled a bit
of crushed, dried dragon pod on top of it.  His Company survival
training would serve him well, because he had learned to eat
almost anything.  The blood, still warm and fresh, was in the
decanter.  Smith grinned and said "I didn't have a chance for
much breakfast today...this should do until we get to the Inn.
What would you care for, Blayne?"

He watched Blayne, curious as to which the vampire would take...
--Jack Smith

Blayne smelled the blood as it came into the room. Outwardly his only 
reaction was a flaring of the nostrils as he turned politely to the 
newcomer. His face was a mask of indifference as he casually paid the 
drinks no more attention than expected. 

He smiled halfway, not enough for his canines to show fully. It was an 
effort. His feeding earlier had not compensated for the blood lost 
fighting the two Politi.

"Tomato juice Smith? You surprise me."

Blayne mixed the Tequila Grande with the fruit juice and appeared quite 
satisfied. Inside though his the gnawing heat was growing, warning him 
not to wait too long to feed.
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith chuckled.  Tomato juice and blood didn't have the same
look in a glass. Blayne was too smart not to know the difference.
--Jack Smith

Shortly thereafter, the two walked to the Inn.  There wasn't anyone
around to oppose them...Smith greeted the Legionaries warmly, and
there weren't any problems with Church Inquisitors.  Arriving
at the Dragon's Inn, he returned Hugh's cheerful hello, and
exchanged pleasantries with Church Inquisitors at another table.
Smith ordered the Steak, ala Peppers (no longer steak ala Draconis,
due to political considerations) and waited to see what the
Grand Inquisitor might like.
--Jack Smith

Blayne was amused by Smith's performance. He himself chatted with the 
waitress Sera and a few other patrons about trivialities. If his eyes 
never relaxed like the rest of him, few seemed to notice it. 
When it was time to order Blayne merely seconded Smith's order, adding a 
bottle of wine for them both.

At last Sera left the table and Blayne had to exhale with relief. The 
neckline on her peasant blouse had been most distracting for the view it 
offered of her exposed neck.

"I understand that your house was destroyed Smith. Will you be staying at 
the Bank until it is rebuilt?" 
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith nodded in the affirmative and replied "It seems like the best
place.  And, I've fought beside the Republic folks before;  they
have some good people here."
--Jack Smith

"Yes. Proctor John has spoken well of the Republic's efforts."

As they talked Blayne's attention came to rest on a small group huddled 
in the corner. Their clothes were respectable enough, if not overly new 
ones. Their weapons were well used as well. For no reason he could put 
his finger on he classified them as bandits rather than mercenaries, and 
that reminded him of his plans for the evening. 

"Smith, what would you say to a small wager. My skills against yours. I 
provide the targets and when they are all dead we see who has the highest 
kill ratio. To make the matter more interesting, no magic can be used."
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith grinned and replied "No magic?  Everything up close and personal?
I could like that.  So, what stakes do we play for?"
--Jack Smith

Blayne thought for a moment and said, "Money means little to me, but 
the church is always interested in supporting local charities. Perhaps 
towards the rebuilding of the orphanage that was destroyed by the 
Refusers?" Blayne smiled, although he could not prove it only Smith 
could have destroyed the orphanage. 

Blayne's smile widened. "I'll leave the amount of the bet up to you as 
it is you who will be paying it."
--Phaedra Whitlock

When the issue of bandits came up, Smith responded enthusiastically,
saying "I'd like to go hunting.  We could see something of each
other's style.  When do you want to do it?"
--Jack Smith

"I have duties this afternoon but this evening I am again free. If you 
were interested, Proctor John would like to speak with you privately. He 
has an offer you might wish to consider."
--Phaedra Whitlock

Smith grinned and replied "It can't hurt to listen.  Sure, why not?"
--Jack Smith

"LIKE HELL, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"  Fawn suddenly appeared before the table
occupied by Smith and Blayne.  This was *not* the friendly serving maid
the patrons knew of old.  Fawn stood there somewhat crouched, her legs
balanced apart, her hands clenched in hard fists, which crackled with 
energy.  Patrons of the inn rushed for the door, not trusting the wards
of the inn to protect them from the demonic force which had taken hold
of their Fawn.
--Johny Enright

Too far from the door to bolt from the Inn, and too far from
the stairs to bolt for her room, Amaranth decided cowering behind
her table in one of the many corners of the common room might be
the best course of action.  Her green eyes peeked over the edge
of the table.  This would make quite a story to tell Sue, once
Sue returned from wherever she ... he ... the poor child had gone
that morning.  (Supposedly following Amaranth, but apparently the
poor child had been waylayed somewhere along the way.  Amaranth
had been contemplating going after her ... the poor child when
the blowup with Fawn started.)
--Rebecca Ward

"Did you think your betrayal would go unnoticed, Smith!  Just because
Hugh and Judy spend all their time singing 'Bringing in the sheep*' does
not mean that *all* in this inn welcome your kind!" she said, pointing
a finger at Blayne.  "You're no bloody holy man, you thrice cursed vampyre
lord!"  Fawn turned her wrath back on Smith.  "You are bloody well
fortunate for the wards of this inn, me boyo!  But wards cannot protect
you from *all* of the things I can do to you, Smith.  I call you traitor,
here in front of all these witnesses.  Your welcome here is over, and,
as you'll see in upcoming days, your curse is just beginning!" 

With that, Fawn disappeared as suddenly as she had appeared.  The inn
began to murmur anew, as the patrons discussed what Fawn's words could 
mean....and how angry and powerful she seemed.  A gasp was heard from the
table occupied by Inquisitors, as Fawn's final 'gift' was seen.  At every
table occupied by one of the church's servants, the glasses were now
filled with blood.......

(*Bringing in the Sheep - a well known favorite hymn of the Church of
the Holy Redeemer)
--Johny Enright

-Vampyre?- she thought, considering the handsome Elven
Inquisitor.  But hadn't he gone out in sunlight?  Might want to
check whether Lulu had any garlic in the back anyway, just in
case.  In the midst of pondering the possibilities, Amaranth only
half-heard the rejoinder the man ... Smith was his name? ... made
to Fawn.

Amaranth took one glance glanced quickly at her own glass
and was relieved to see her ice water was still ice water.
Still, she thought maybe she had had enough of her meal.

The man, Smith, apparently did not agree.  Continuing to
peek over the table-top (one idle part of her brain told her she
was being ridiculous; after all, the tablecloth hanging to the
floor would provide *no* protection at all), Amaranth watched as
Smith responded to the blood.
--Rebecca Ward

Smith regretted that Fawn felt that he was a traitor.  It
was a shame that niether she...nor anyone else..could
know his plans.  The fungus was growing and spreading
even now, and for maximum effect - and maximum terror -
it needed time to work.  Still, the life of a cold warrior
wasn't easy.  Sometimes one had to act the traitor to
win.

Outwardly, Smith smirked at Fawn and replied "Fawn,
the resistance has *_lost_*.  The Church has won.
The *_sheep_* of Montfort wouldn't rally to the
battle before;  they were too busy taking out loans
from the Bank, smoking Loosh from the Church, and
generally being led to the slaughter.  Give it up.
Join my 'thrice cursed vampire' friend and I...there's
no percentage in backing losers and weaklings.  
Remember Red?  And Dralen?  They were friends to everyone
in this town, and asked not one thing in return. The hostility of 
this two-bit town drove them away...and for two silvers
I'd use a Glimmer device to reduce the place to the
ash heap it deserves to be!"

He supposed he'd have to do some serious apologizing 
for those remarks, but he had to remain convincing.  And,
to some degree, they were true...

As the trick with the blood occurred, Smith sprinkled 
more crushed dragon pod on his drink, swirled it around,
and lifted his glass in a mock toast to Fawn.  He grinned
and added "Tell you what, Fawn.  You like curses?  I'll
try one too.  <Smith became deadly serious> "May the
Redeemer curse and damn all who oppose Dragon Kind.  Now
and forever.  In life and in spirit.  May they starve, and
watch their children starve.  Damn them all!"  He figured
that would be a nice touch of psy-ops!
--Jack Smith

After enough time had passed to reassure Amaranth that
things had returned to normal -- as normal as they could get,
anyway -- she slid back into her chair and bent back over her
meal.  She deliberately did not turn her green eyes anywhere near
anyone with blood in their glass.

After even more time, she pushed her chair back from her
table, swung her cloak over her shoulders, pulled the hood up,
and left the Inn.  Time to look for Sue.
--Rebecca Ward


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Word of the Presidante's outrage reached Geod as well as the fact that
Proctor John wanted to see him. Some sort of dicipline would no doubt be
forthcoming. Geod reflected on the night that he killed the FL Lieutenant.
He did kill him for sport, but for his blatent disobediance. The FL soldier
did draw his weapon first. He could not account for the death of the
soldier. Both he and the soldier had attacked at the same time. A sword
would have done nothing to a Lich. His use of deadly force was indeed
foolish. It would do no use to dwell on what had happened. It was done and
nothing he could do would change what he did. He could not ask Blayne to
tell Proctor John what occured. He had come upon the scene as Geod fired
the flame-rod. To him it appeared that Geod killed the FL soldier for no
reason. The Deacon would take what ever punishment Proctor John dealt him.
It would no doubt be extremely unpleasant. His misdeed had done more harm
than he thought. Relations between the Church and Republic were now tense
and he knew that this put Proctor John in a most difficult position. The
only course of action that seemed appropriate would be to confess his crime
to Proctor John and beg his forgiveness.

---

Geod took his flame-rod out from the folds of his robes and placed it on
his des then he left his quarters and made his way to the Proctor's office.
His robes
billowed out from his quick pace. He descended the steps three at a time.
At the bottom of the winding staircase, he contiued down a corridor. In
moments he was  before Elsbeth, Proctor John's Secretary. At his approach
she looked up from her work. "Deacon Geod, Proctor John wishes to see you."
Geod nodded. "Yes I know. That is why I have come." Elsbeth rose gracefully
from her seat. "I will tell the Proctor you are here." She knocked on the
door.
--Chris Webb

After Elsbeth informed him that Geod was waiting to see him, Proctor John
nodded.  "Send him in at once!"

Elsbeth showed Geod into Proctor John's office.  Proctor John was sitting
behind his desk, and looked up as Geod walked in.  The Deacon marched
accross the office and stood in front of the desk.  Proctor John put down
the papers he was reading, and looked up at Geod.  "I have had troubling
reports, as well as a diplomatic protest, from our allies of the Republica
concerning the murder of one of their officers.  These reports name you by
name.  So tell me now, why was it necessary to kill this officer?  And I
should warn you, speak only the truth, for I shall be taking a peek into 
your mind as you speak and watch the events unfold as you tell them..."
--Johny Enright

Geod knelt on one knee and looked up at Proctor John. "My master." He
began. "I killed him for his disobedience. He would not let me pass even
after I identified myself. I warned hlm then he drew his weapon on me.
Anticipating his forthcoming attack, I had my flame-rod ready, but not
drawn. Our attacks occured simultaneously. As he charged me I drew my
flame-rod and fired." Geod paused for a moment choosing his words
carefully. "I make no excuses for my actions as I know it was unnessary to
use such deadly force. I beg your forgiveness and that of the Presidante'
as well as the Republic. I hereby submit to any punishment you see fit to
deal me."
--Chris Webb

Proctor John looked into the blackness of Geod's mind, which was quite
difficult at best.  Finally, the events of the past evening cleared, and
Proctor John saw the events unfold.  His countenance quickly darkened as
he saw the total lack of respect shown his Deacon by this buffoon the 
Republic had decided warranted officers status.

Proctor John was quick and decisive with the evidence he now saw.  "Stand,
Geod, and know that I find but small fault in you actions of last night.
This 'officer', and I use the term lightly, was a disrespectful rogue, who
died much too easily in my own opinion.  Your fault lies not in the rightful
mercy-killing of this rogue, but in your lack of decorum in doing so.  You,
as my Deacon, are my right hand, and as such, cannot go about getting into
streetbrawls with the common ruffian.  Especially not in front of witnesses.
If it should ever again be necessary to take such action, insure that any
such witnesses are dealt with decisively."
--Johny Enright

Geod rose to his full seven feet. "You are fair just man Proctor John. I
will be more tactful if I ever end up in a similiar situation. Thank you
for viewing the evidence before acting."
--Chris Webbb

Proctor John stood and walked around the desk.  "I have recorded everything
which transpired in a truth-sayer gem.  I will be meeting the Presidente
of the Rupublic tommorrow, and replay for him that which I now pronounce
as a rightful killing.  The disrespect this officer showed my Deacon is an 
insult to me, as well as an affront to the Holy Church!  It is now *my* 
turn to lodge a formal protest, and I shall do so in person."  A blaze of 
fury burned in the Proctor's eyes.  

"There can be many different outcomes to this meeting I shall have with 
the Presidente, but we must be prepared for the worst.  Though it grieves 
me to think it, this disrespectful action by a Republica officer may be the
first sign that our close ties with the Republic have come to an end."  
Proctor John paused for a second in thought.  "Yes, we must prepare for
the worst.  Here are your orders.  First, place the entire church on alert.
have your entire mage-guard prepared for action.  Anyone who enters or 
leaves our grounds must not only be searched by the Inquisition, but I want
them scanned by your mage-guard as well.  Second, find Blayne, and instruct
him that I have made arrangements for him to escort a company of Blackskulls
here.  He will understand this order.  Also, inform him of our alert status,
and that his Inquisitors are *not* to leave the grounds in less than a squad
in strength.  No mundane weaponry is to be used from this point forward.
Special weapons only.  Lastly, have Elsbeth draw up an edict of 
excommunication.  I want to be prepared for my meeting tommorrow.  Now
go and see to your duties....I have much to do to prepare for my meeting
with Presidente Padilla."
--Johny Enright

"Understood. I will follow  your orders to the letter." Geod turned and
exited Proctor John's office closing the door behind him. He then walked
over to the secretary. "Elsbeth, I need you to draw up an edict of
excommunication as soon as possible." She nodded her understanding. "I will
do that now. It should only take me a few minutes." Geod smiled slighty.
"Please leave it in my office when yov finish. I need to tend to some
important matters." Geod turned and left the office. He went to the church
and convened a meeting of the Inquisitors and his entire mage-guard. "From
this time on." He began. "The entire church is on alert until further
notice. *All* entering or leaving the church grounds will be searched as
usual and in addition they will be scanned by my mage-guard. Any who refuse
will not be permitted to leave or enter church grounds. All Inquisitors and
mage-guard will carry flame-rods and lightning batons. I want each and
every one of you in full battle gear as well. Our good relationship with
the Republica may not last much longer. These orders come straight from
Proctor John himself. That is all you are all dismissed." The Inquistors
and mage-guards filed out of the church and began their preparations.

Geod went in search of Grand Inquisitor Blayne. He had four of his
mage-guard with him. Geod was dressed all in black robes and full battle
armor. His mage-guard were also in full battle armor. The people of
Montfort gaue Geod and his escorts wide bearth as they passed. Geod asked a
young man if he bad seen Blayne. He told the Deacon he had seen him in the
dragons inn with the one called Smith. Geod's eyes briefly blazed a fiery
red. Why hadn't Blayne arrested Smith. Surely a man that dangerous shouid
be arrested if not eliminated. But the matter of Smith was Blayne's
concearn and not his. They reached the inn a few moments later. Geod
ordered the four mage-guards to wait for him outside. He opened the door
and stepped inside. He immediatly saw Blayne and Smith. He weaved his way
around the tables and pushed his way past patrons. He was now standing at
Blayne and Smith's table. "Grand Inquisitor Blayne. I would speak with you
in private." Geod's tone was even and emotionless. From now on he planned
to do his job without letting his personal opinions or feelings get in the
way.
--Chris Webb

Geod calmly turned to Smith. "My apologies Smith. If you'll excuse me a 
few moments, I will return and we can adjourn to the church. Proctor John 
will be pleased that you have accepted his invitation."

Blayne pushed back his chair and stood. Hugh was more than happy to 
provide the two church men with a private room, and once the door was 
shut Blayne shrouded the room in green to keep out any eavesdroppers.

He raised an eyebrow at Geod's choice of clothing. Obviously something had 
changed while he was meeting with Smith. He frowned slightly thinking of 
the numerous possibilities for revolt still active in Montfort.

"What has happened Geod? Has the Proctor cancelled the pact with Smith 
already?"
--Phaedra Whitlock

Geod turned to Blayne his lips pursed in a slight smile. "No Proctor John
has done nothing of the sort." Geod's face took on a more serious
expression. "I am here to deliver his orders. The Proctor has made
arrangements for you to escort a company of Blackskulls here. Also your
Inquistitors are not to leave church grounds in less then a squad in
strength." Geod crossed the room stopping in front of the window. He waited
a moment as if consider the orders he had just relayed to Blayne. Geod spun
around to face the Grand Inquisitor his cloak whipping about him. "The
church is now on alert. Let us hope further conflict between the Church and
Republica can be avoided. We can't fight among ourselves if we ever hope to
quell the resistance." Geod rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he walked
slowly toward Blayne. "That is all for now my friend. If you'll excuse me,
I have other matters to tend to." Geod pulled the door opened and stepped
out of the room then strode down the stairs. As he passed the table that
Smith was seated at, he looked at him with blazing red eyes. He exited the
inn. His mage-guard fell in behind him and they went back to the church
grounds.
--Chris Webb

After Fawn's curse, Smith's aura...the one that had been applied to
him by the demon-goddess Yewliah of Darkmoon...came into evidence
again.  He had been able to keep it disguised, but apparently
Fawn's curse had taken care of that!  Every soul of every person
Smith had ever killed was present...twisting, turning, and writhing
as they had at the moment of death.  With several full-sized cities
to his credit on Ifreann, as well as quite a lot of work elsewhere,
he had a considerable number of souls represented in that aura.

Geod and his bloodshot eyes were about the last straw.  As the deacon
looked at him, Smith grinned and replied "Hello, Ge!  You're looking
bright eyed tonight.  Well, don't let me keep you!"   <Smith grinned,
a look of complete innocence on his face.  The Aura sort of detracted
from that, but Smith was having fun anyway."

That done, he said to Blayne "So, hunt first and visit the Proctor
later...or visit the Proctor first?"
--Jack Smith

"I think the Proctor first." Blayne was not looking at Smith however. He 
was admiring Smith's aura. The aura displayed Smith's victims as they 
died and while many had had no idea what was hapening, many did. He 
particularly enjoyed seeing Enrico's visage among the crowd.

Blayne waved his hand over his drink so that it appeared to transform 
into elven wine, then drank it. Appearances must be kept up.

He called to Hugh for a new round of drinks for everyone and handed the 
innkeeper several gold pieces to cover the expense. 

As the pair left the inn Blayne commented to Smith, "Lovely picture 
on the wall. I shall have to see about having it removed later on."

And with that the pair left the Dragons Inn.
--Phaedra Whitlock


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While Smith was dining with Blayne, Jackson took a
walk to the Dragon's Inn.  He walked up to the bar,
and ordered an ale, then went over to a table.  After
finishing the drink, he got up and walked over to the
fire, his coat brushing a merchant's table.  The merchant
rose and said "You're disturbing me."  Jackson smiled,
and replied "I apologize.  Sorry.  Here, let me buy
you a drink." as he gave a coin to the merchant.  The
merchant sat down and said "Well..thank you."  Jackson
nodded, departed, and had soon returned to the Bank.

The merchant went up to his room not long thereafter,
and a few minutes later was joined by several associates.
He carefully pressed on a specific corner of the coin,
popping it open.  He pulled out a small, dark square,
and looked at it through a strong glass.  He smiled
grimly....
--Jack Smith

Far outside of town, a farmer came in from doing his
morning chores.  He was concerned, because the tender
young plants of spring were wilted, with a black, dustlike
coating on the leaves.  He had fed the cow some of the stored
grain, and now he, his wife, and family sat down to a modest
breakfast of boiled grains.  They poured on some rich, thick
cream and ate...there was the least hint of a musty taste,
but it wasn't all that bad.

A few hours later, he, his wife, and family had collapsed
dead from the toxins generated by the fungus.  After a few
more hours, the cow had joined them in death, as had the
chickens.  As the spring winds whipped about the farm, and
the dog whined in fear, clouds of spores spread downwind.

The famine had begun...
--Jack Smith

The baker was proud of his product.  Oh, he
didn't have a big establishment, but he could
turn out enough loaves for the small farming
village.  Too small to appear on any map, it
was an idyllic place...slow, and peaceful, and
very unlike a fast paced city like Montfort!

The flour he used was fresh from the mill, but
it didn't seem as light as it should;  he tried
a pinch, and noticed a slight musty taste.
Sighing, he decided to flavor the bread up a bit,
and added a hint of cinnamon, a few raisins, and
baked it up.  It sold well, and he rewarded
himself with some of his own product, warm, fresh,
and nicely buttered.

Later, his lifeless body would be found in his shop.
A number of his customers were inlike condition.
At the mill, the rats that normally hid around, and
dined so well that they were sleek and well rounded
even in winter had started dying.  The miller would
have been delighted...but he and his wife had died
in each others arms.

One herdsman, alarmed by the troubles, had started
driving his several cattle to safer pastures. They
had rubbed against the plants where they started,
and with each step, a few spores dropped here and
there.....
--Jack Smith


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Back at the church and with the door secured Blayne 
opened a portal to the frozen northlands controlled by the Dark One. 
Awaiting him was a full company of fifty Blackskulls, each wearing the 
small obsidian skull of their Order on their chest.

Reverting to his true form Blayne crossed the frost-covered threshhold. 
Icy winds whipped his cloak about him as he addressed the Blackskull's 
leader. "Captain Lattman I presume?"
--Phaedra Whitlock

Captain Lattman snapped to attention, slammed his right fist
to his chest above his heart, and extended a stiff armed salute
to Blayne as he replied "Yes, Grand Inquisitor!  What is your
command?"

The rest of the company stood at attention, eyes unmoving as they
looked forward, their pride and confidence in themselves and their
cause evident in their bearing.  They had been issued a variety
of heavy weapons...more than equivalent units destined to go to
the Tynntangial front.  In each mind was the question, of what sort
of enemy they would fight that required so much of the Dark One's
elite.  But, they would not ask;  that was not their way.  To
obey without question, and to win at all costs was their duty!
--Jack Smith

"We will 'discuss' your orders once we have arrived in Montfort Captain. 
For now let us stage an arrival suitable to impress the sheep." Blayne 
grinned at the Captain. It had been some time since he had last corrupted 
nature to his bidding.
--Phaedra Whitlock

In Montfort a sudden wind came up out of nowhere.  Clouds gathered 
rapidly, darkening the late afternoon sky until it was almost night. With 
a boom of thunder rain began pelting those still outdoors gaping at the 
suddenness of the storm come upon them. 

Lightning crashed out of the sky to blast the offices of the MIME. 
Another searing bolt targeted the Weaver's House and served warning on 
those inside. Trees near houses of those suspected of harboring the 
Resistance crashed to the ground or into the houses as a warning. With 
each arc of lightning, the power of the storm grew until the citizens 
were all but deafened, huddled in their homes.

In the center of the hurricane sat the church. Lightning boomed right 
outside the front gates in the deserted plaza, then again and a third 
time in rapid succession. 

When the eyes of those peeping out cleared, fifty Blackskulls stood in 
full array before the gates of the church. Grand Inquisitor Blayne sat at 
their head riding a beautiful horse of pure white. 

Lightning flashed across the heavens, lighting the hardened faces of the 
Blackskulls, glinting off of the silver backing of their obsisian deaths 
head symbol. 

As suddenly as it came the fury of the storm retreated. Blayne led the 
company into the church in the falling rain.
--Phaedra Whitlock

Blayne led the Blackskull Captain to the man's quarters in the Tower. 
Acolytes scurried ahead to see to the preparations and so Blayne stayed 
silent until they had arrived and the room cleared.

He stood beside the fireplace admiring the fire for a few moments as the 
last footsteps faded away. Then he turned back to the Captain. 

"Your orders Captain, are to scour Montfort for the Refusers, those who 
resist our presence and threaten the Redeemer's Coming. The chief one is 
Smith. He is currently, officially, our ally, but he is to be watched 
carefully and the instant he breaks the agreement, destroyed without 
mercy."

"Smith's companions are to be monitored for now, particularly the human 
mercenary, Raven. They are not to be harmed yet."
--Phaedra Whitlock

The second most important group of Resisters is the Politi." Captain 
Lattman'shead jerked upward just a hair in surprised recognition.
--Jack Smith

"Yes," Blayne added. "They are here now and causing the same discord as 
before. I know where they are to be found and expect you to make certain 
they do not evacuate before we Cleanse them tomorrow morning. Those who 
surender are to be brought to the Stables for Turning, or if such is not 
feasible, Cleansed on the spot."

"Another faction that is a cause or concern is the staff of the Montfort 
MIME, a newspaper. I know very little about them, my energies have been 
directed elsewhere, but I know they are a threat. I have one of their 
reporters, a fox woman, and am Turning her. When the process is complete 
I plan to release her to seek her comrades out and deliver the 'good' 
word. I think the presence and assistance of you and your forces would be 
useful. I have no doubts her comrades think they can simply take her away 
from me, but they are mistaken." Blayne's eyes narrowed, he would NOT 
lose either Linnell or Kit if he could avoid it.

"There are Vampires in the area but they keep mostly to themselves. 
Concern yourself with them if you wish, but they are in opposition to the 
Republic. There was an incident involving Republic troops and Deacon Geod 
whom you must meet. Tomorrow Proctor John is to meet with the Republic to 
discuss the issue. The Proctor has ordered increased security and it is 
likely that intelligence concerning the Republic would be of great use to 
him before the meeting."

"There is a banshee named Morrighu who has been arrested by the Republic, 
but she has ties to the Republic as well. I do not know her status, but 
she is an enemy as well. If she can be Taken, all the better, but if not 
she is to be destroyed."

"Lastly, the Deacon, Geod, is a lich. He is not Taken, but serves the 
Procctor. There is a wraith named Enrico who was raised by the Proctor 
and given a 'gift' of a heart. His loyalty is very much in question. The 
High Inquisitor is a human named Semareth, but he is missing, as is the 
former Deaconess, a half-elven famale amed Thai Silverrun. The Deaconess 
is to be eliminated with extreme prejudice, and any leads concerning the 
High Inquisitor followed up if possible."

"That is the current situation Captain. My orders and now yours as well. 
Maps and reports will be given to you, and should be awaiting you in your 
office next door. I would be interested in hearing what suggestions or 
proposals you have before I depart however."
--Phaedra Whitlock










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