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*surprised by Avalon's sudden entrance and apparent disarray, Podolak stepped back from the wreckage and tried to discern what he was seeing.*

Woh now...Avalon?

*He made his way to the fallen gargoyle who was holding out a charred sword. He took it form her and began to examine it.*

"What is this Avalon and what has happened to you?"

*upon investigation he noticed a very small, faint inscription. Using a rag he whipped away the char enough to read what it said:*

"To Odysseus may this sword protect you as well as it has your fathers. Good luck at training. ~Uncle P."

The anger began to swell in Podolak's eyes and his normal calm demeanor turned savage as he turned his gaze to Avalon. He slowly approached her, obviously restraining himself.

"Where...did you get this Avalon?"

He takes a closer look at Avalon and notices charred skin on her body.

"Avalon...what did YOU do to the man carrying this sword?"

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Shaking her head at the obvious temper now aimed at her Avalon tried desperately to speak the happenings of the recent explosion. The only words that could exit her mouth were in Gargish and even to her was complete gibberish. She closed her eyes continuing to speak trying desperately to control all the flood of information streaming in her mind and knowing his anger was flared hot against her.
“Fishy man… blasted… debris… man …” *heavy sigh and a muffled sob* “trees… small house… smells burnt” *closes her eyes tight against the horrible images* “sword… guard… must speak Izznet…”
Her words came at such broken erratic spaces she had a horrible time trying to put them all together.
Izznet closed her eyes and collected the jumble of thoughts that rushed into her mind. The image of a limping creature then a horrible explosion and the charred remains of one who would perhaps be a Knight of some sort filled her mind’s eye.
“Podolak, sir. She did nothing to cause the one who owned the sword damage. He was discovered in debris from the explosion.” Izznet said as she laid a hand on his shoulder.

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*Podolak's anger toward Avalon subsided and was instead replaced with grave concern*

Is the man you found hurt? Where is he? Why didn't you bring him to a healer or here even?

*remembers the explosion he heard not too long ago*

You didn't see Va'lis did you?

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Sitting up slightly and leaning heavy against the wall of the Inn Avalon took in a deep breath releasing it slowly. Her hands still shaking violently and her wings singed she tried to collect her thoughts enough to answer her master.
She shook her head slightly causing a wave of light headed dizziness to threaten her consciousness. Holding her head in her hand and her eyes still closed she carefully recounted what had happened so the others could understand her.
“No, m’ lord, he does not live. The man was thrown from a small house in the forest not too far from here, that way.” she said peeking through foggy eyes and pointing in the direction she had come. “His body is far too fragile to transport, so I buried it under a tree away from the structure, but close to find again. It was not Va’lis I saw, but another Dante and I had encountered before this. It is a small limping creature that called himself Ick ells, and asked for fish.” she said continuing to struggle just to stay alert and coherent.
With a desperate gaze up to Podolak the wounded Gargoyle tried to move with obvious effort and struggle. “I will take you.” she said almost standing.

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*a blood red tear welled up in Podolak's eye as he took in what Avalon was saying. It released itself and trickled down his cheek.*

"Odysseus is..."


*the rage Podolak felt returned. He was angry and with no outlet. He moved quickly and grabbed Avalon by the throat lifting her up the tree. Staring bitterly in to her eyes his voice slicing in to Avalon's very mind*

"You encountered this man prior and did nothing? This murderer did not seem at all important to do anything about? And now one of my few remaining mortal relatives is dead?"

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Completely taken off guard by his sudden fury Avalon grasped his arms as he took her by the throat and crushed her body into a tree. Her silver eyes full of sorrow gazed into his before the trauma over took her and she was reduced to unconsciousness.
Izznet, completely taken off guard at Podolak’s sudden show of anger grasped him by the shoulders to try and pull him off her Watcher. Her eyes burned crimson and her fangs were in full reveal as the blood fever washed over her body.
“She is not responsible! And she found this one AFTER it was completed.” Izznet said forceful but in deep respect for his loss and his authority. “She had no way of knowing what this creature would do, or to whom he would do it. Perhaps Dante will have an answer.”

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*at Izznet's words he releases his gaze on Avalon and looks over to Izznet. Seeing the blood rage rising in her eyes he falls back to reality and his composure. Returning to Avalon he releases her throat, she falls to the ground with a clunk.*

"You are correct my dear Izznet. I have watched over what is left of my mortal family for generations. Today I have failed at that task, the fault being mine alone."

*Looking upon the fallen gargoyle.*

"Ensure your Watcher will live and then return this sword to the scene. I made a promise to Aedon and this falls under his control."

*Ponders...*

"Send word to the Aegis authorities and let them begin their investigation. I will give them their chance at justice. When you have done that, notify the RBG a member of their guard has fallen. They were closer to Odysseus than I ever was and they too will want satisfaction in this matter."

*Switching his attention to Pandora.*

"M'Lady, I am so sorry you witnessed this. You came here with an offer of help. I can use your help. Find this murderer but please do not harm him. I want him alive to stand trial. I can't say he will make it much past that. Also, please respect the laws and boundaries of Aegis in your search."


*Looking at Izznet, pain still in his eyes.*

"Now...I hunt..."

*Podolak disappears into the wood his direction is unknown...*

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A slight nod at his retreating figure, his great sorrow heavy in her mind as she feels his emotions surge through her own body she gathers her Watcher and transports her body back to the Manor. Laying Avalon down near the fountain in the open courtyard Izznet retreats to her quarters to prepare the note for Aedon.

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*A note sent to Aedon and the local Royal Guards regiment carried on the leg of a small gray pigeon*
An urgent matter has presented itself within the boundaries of Yew. An explosion caused by one called Ickles has claimed the life of a member of the Royal Guards. The Guard’s name is Odysseus. Your assistance in this matter is requested with due haste, before this matter is taken to … “other authorities”
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**from within the darkness of the Inn a lone figure watches in astonishment at the proceedings playing out before the dim eyes. Such immense pain and sorrow coupled with a ferocious display of rage was something not remembered in a very long time. Pity is given to the one who is injured, empathy to those who feel deeply, shock to the one who bares witness to extraordinary events**

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At the sight of the gargoyle, Pandora was taken aback. She had not seen such a creature up close. *Was it wounded?* She asked herself. It appeared so. Podolak's voice had raised. *Did it do something wrong?* *Well, let's pray she did because Gargoyle blood is something I've yet to taste.* She thought. The creature seemed to have a mind-link to Izznet. *Wonder if she is it's charge?*

"Odysseus, who is this Odysseus? What is he to our kind?" She probed Podolak for answers. "If you are asking me to find an evil do'er, surely you must know that it will be very difficult to keep him alive if he resists."

Pandora's strength was far superior than most kindred, at her age she had developed all but one of the nine vampiric gifts. Humans that resisted her, usually ended up broken, bruised and battered. Last time she tried to restrain a human, she broke his spine... by accident of course. Luckily the man didn't have to live very long past that as he stood trial for infiltrating the Dark Tower, was found guilty and sentenced to death by drain.

Podolak was increasingly more agitated. Soon he took flight. Pandora turned to Izznet, "What is all this about? Who is Odysseus?"

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Finding a quiet place to lay the wounded Gargoyle was the easy part, figuring out how to help her was more problematic. Izznet found the sleeping Dante and rapped lightly across his stony forearm. Hoping he would hear her voice she leaned in close to whisper the need of his assistance for Avalon. That errand complete she set the letter to the authorities of the land in motion.
A few moments more and she was finally able to take in a moment to ponder the images she had been given. Most were a ramble of thought and emotions cluttered and chaotic. Finding the order in the mess would be a task that required more time than was acceptable. The conclusion was to secure the sword and return to the place where Avalon first joined them.
“Pandora!” she said with a start. “Oh I almost forgot her. How rude of me!”
Hoping to find her still at the Inn Izznet strapped the sword across her back and concealed it beneath her cloak.

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The familiar tingle across her body Izznet summoned the location for the Shadow Moore Inn and transported herself back to the location. She hoped Pandora would still be there so as to assist in finding the evil little imp, the description that swam in her mind was one that would be helpful to any who sought the mad arsonist.
Arriving back at the Inn there was no sign of Pandora or her steed although she figured they were close at hand still. Izznet removed a small book from within a skirt pocket to scribe a note with the description of the Ickles form she acquired from Avalon.

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“Now then, where is this little house?” Izznet queried to herself as she closed her eyes summoning the images given by Avalon.
“Oh, Avalon, aerial landmarks!? Really??” said with a groan and a sigh. A wonderful Watcher, but with an odd view on the world was her Avalon.
“It really is good that I can change to a shape more suitable for flight, or Id never find this place.” she spoke as much to herself as to the wind.
Sitting a moment to gather strength and energy Izznet drew from an inner calm in which to summon the shifting power she required. It had been a few days since her last “meal” and the energy stores were already feeling the drain. The events of the recent past had been an immediate exhaustion of her resources. She was concerned for Podolak and Avalon, but the immediate task required her full attention. The others would be dealt with in time.
One more slow deep breath and she stood with a renewed purpose and energy tapped from within herself. Stepping away from the building and planting both bare feet firmly on the ground she began the incantation that would allow her to take the form of a demon. As her body began to take the shape of a flying monster she could feel the power surge around her and the surrounding forest. Releasing a mighty roar she unfurled her newly acquired wings and took to the air to see as Avalon could see.
The slow methodical flight over the landmarks she held in her mind’s eye soon found the remains of the destruction. Not a mere fire but indeed a dramatic explosion charring trees several layers into the forest from its heat. The remains of what had been a structure were merely foundation stones and little else. A few broken and burnt boards or articles of humanity were scattered around the area in tree branches and adorning bushes and the ground around the home.
Once landing Izznet regained her former image to better investigate the area. She soon discovered the one thing that was terribly out of place, the soft mound of tree branches. Quietly walking to the mound and knowing full well what to expect she gently uncovered the burnt remains of a man she had never known. His hand was still curled around what most likely had been the sword, stiff and brittle. Knowing that to attempt a necromantic revision of the body would be a disgrace to Podolak, she bent over and with a low breath filled the hand with an energy sufficient to replace the sword without damage to the body.
Placing the sword back in his hand at the angle in which it seemed proper she took another moment to examine the remains, especially his face. His jaw was clinched in a determined fashion of one trying to hurry in a task. His face was not one etched with fear but of anger and irritation. The noble lines in his face echoed those of Podolak’s. They were related in some manner and at some time in history, the bloodlines and features were far too similar to be overlooked.
Placing a soft hand on the body’s cheek she stole a moment to mourn a loss she knew nothing about. Before she turned to walk back to the Inn she was careful to cover the body back the way she had found it, including the sword. The others who would search would need a walking map of the coordinates.

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Podolak's hunt was unsatisfying. He meandered aimlessly through the woods ignoring most of what he came across. Finally he arrived at a secluded farm house. Occupied by two human individuals, a married couple of middle age. Only for a moment did the thought of making this couple his target cross his mind. He was more interested in the wooded scent of the farmers smoke house.

After knocking on their door and alarming the occupants Podolak's calming demeanor disarmed them enough to engage them in a business dealing. His sole interest was to purchase the necessities for breakfast after the tavern. He left with several pounds of bacon and dozens of eggs. Taking these supplies he made his way quickly back to the tavern.

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Everyone was gone and the tavern was dark. Podolak, more relaxed after his brief escape, made his way back to the bar. Lighting a few lanterns he got to work on the griddle, hoping the scent of cooked food would attract some patrons. He also hoped for Pandora and Izznet's return to further discuss the new situation with his deceased relative.

The bacon sizzling he began setting a few tables. Even if no one arrived at least he would get some practice working with human food again.

"Ahh" Podolak said to himself "The ale shipment has arrived..."

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Floating about the Inn was almost becoming second nature for the quiet Shadow. The darkness made riding the wisps of the wind much easier than trying to skip from object to object chasing their images on the walls and floor. Learning the art of movement at will was becoming a bit more of a challenge than originally anticipated. It was becoming more plain that the form now in was not the same as what had been.
The return of the lone male sent the Shadow spinning across the room almost disappearing when he lit a lamp. Ducking under other objects and finding refuge in a quiet hole the figure watched as the Man went about chores of cooking and setting tables.

*shifting to the forest*

Izznet quietly meandered back to Shadow Moore making careful note where each landmark was and marking it with a small piece of chalk she carried in her pocket. A whispered word on the trees also made a path for those who were able to see with “inner sight”. She wanted to make sure the trail to the body was clear cut so the authorities of the land were left with no excuse. The body would be discovered and the investigation Had to take place. If these “guards” were of any value they would be compelled to discover what had happened to their comrade.
So intent on the path at hand she almost didn’t realize how close to the Inn she was. The aroma of cooked meat wafting through the air caught her attention. A slight smile crossed her lips as she broke from the forest into the clearing. A bit of activity meant that Podolak had returned. Perhaps he was in better spirits, at least for the moment.
Entering the establishment she lowered the hood of her cloak allowing the long white hair fall across her shoulders. Her clear emerald eyes shone in the light of the lanterns as she let her gaze rest on his form. She stood a moment studying his mood and temper before entering. The sway of her hips made the graceful saunter take on a saucy attitude with a bit of a tease in her step. The low graceful curtsy she gave him when his eyes caught her gaze brought a smile to his lips.
Wishing very much to greet him with a touch she refrained until it was better understood his mood and desires. Without saying a word she laid two parchments on the table before him. One was a description of the Ickles and the other was map directions to the house. Pulling up a seat she rested her hands lightly across the table waiting for his reaction to her efforts.

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Panic slightly subsiding her mind began to focus and remember. The sword went with her Charge, she hoped, to be reunited with its owner. The dull ache in the back of her head spoke to the transfer of images and information from Watcher to Charge leaving a residue of memories pulsing in her mind. The rush and fury of activity was too much to take in all at once, but she was confident that her Charge could decipher the muddled mess of her visions.
Needing to test her wings Avalon decided the short distance from the Manor to New Haven was not so difficult a trek. Her wings and back were still sore and tender to the touch but she felt confident use would assist in loosening the stiffness from the injuries.
Dante had done a wonderful job at assisting her initial healing, now she needed the heal that only time can provide. The scars and singes still showed in her wings and on her body, but the stench of burnt flesh had finally exited her senses. Closing her eyes still produced horrific images but they too were beginning to dissipate. The final task would be to find the Ickles and bring peace to her Charges once more.
Podolak was not officially a Charge of hers, but the responsibility and deep loyalty felt towards him and Dante made the bond almost as if he had summoned her himself. To see and feel his wrath aimed at her was enough to break the heart of stone and drive her to a focused madness. She would not allow his temper to rage against her! She would find the Ickles and show his deed to the ones she cared for most.
Soaring towards the portal that would carry her from one place to another Avalon braced herself for the surge of power. The short trip landed her in a small clearing outside of the town. A pause to take in the surroundings and she alighted with a skip and a hop over boulders giving the sore wings a bit of a boost towards the breeze.
She had often been asked how Gargoyles can fly, or told outright they had no business being in flight at all. This day she began to wonder to herself if maybe they were not so far off target in the concern. Her flight was severely slowed by the agony stretching across her shoulders into the base of each wing and along the thick finger like trunk that ran from tip to tip in a continuous line covering her massive wing span. The soft velvet like cover that provided air showed the scars and marks of her recent encounter with fire. The remains of her leather wing armor that had caught fire was still evident at the tips like a reflected ghost image or shadow across her back.
She tried landing and found that landing was more painful than keeping the steady pound of wings to air constant. Ignoring the pain would be her best option for overcoming its power. With that she steeled herself to face whomever she may meet in town with her usual grace and charm, so she hoped.
Rounding the corner of the bank, where most of the locals choose to amass, she almost ran over Podolak and another speaking in lively friendly tones. The abrupt change and forced landing made her cringe, but she hid the expression so as not to show anything other than the proper respect due her Charge. Spreading her wings like a long flowing gown and using her arms as balance she gave a low sweeping curtsy to the one she feared more than Izznet.
“Oh Avalon! Good you are here, come join us.” he said in such an easy manner it took her quite off guard.
Bowing her head low she moved closer prepared not to speak unless spoken to first. Stepping into the circle of conversation was like stepping into a clean clear mist of refreshing summer rain. It was not long before the light banter had set aside all of her misgivings and she had almost forgot entirely the pain that brought her to this place.
Stepping from the circle Podolak excused himself with a pat on her arm and said she was free to remain if she chose.
The silver shone and sparkled with the light purple that danced like gems in her eyes at his touch of affection. Perhaps there was yet a chance to regain his favor. Watching him disappear around the corner of a building she paused to enjoy the moment.
Free to take flight again without offense to the Charge she cringed as sore wings picked her body off the ground. Working into a steady rhythm she climbed to a reasonable height with the ability to take a larger picture of her surroundings. The task of Watching was something that helped her keep focus on potential threats as well as take her mind off those things that troubled her mind or body.
A careful glance around the town square revealed a slight movement. This movement was familiar to her and she pursued it with vehemence. Ducking in and out of objects and buildings was the slight form of the Ickles!
He noticed her hovering overhead and ran as fast as his limping little legs would carry him to hide in a small corner behind a planter. Her talons were too big to reach in to grab the little creature without damaging the d├ęcor so she was forced to wait for him to come out on his own.
Turning her back on him she hoped he would think she had lost interest. The ploy worked and out he scampered to race to another hiding place. Already poised to chase she raced towards him and caught him around his torso with the talons on her feet. Flailing in the air he screamed and called for the authorities to rescue him from “this terrible demon”. No matter how hard he shook or loud he hollered she was not shaken and would not release her prey.
About the time she was trying to figure out what to do with it, guards came to see what all the commotion was. The citizen that had joined them earlier in quiet chatting was now running around hysterical at the sight of the Gargoyle with the little man dangling from her talons. The Ickles was continuing to flail around like a fish on a hook causing her to tighten the grip so as not to drop it.
Avalon’s grip was just tight enough to make the Ickles lose consciousness from lack of air. When he fell limp in her grasp those who were gathered were convinced she had killed him. She was just thankful for the ease in having to hold so tight, pain coursed through her whole body at the struggle.
“Ma’am you need to release that man at once.” she was ordered by a town guard.
He looked very serious and most upset at the situation, but she was compelled to remain firm holding the quarry until she could deliver it to Podolak.
“I cannot do that.” she said with as much respect as her pain would allow.
“You leave me no choice than to take you into custody.” and with that he attempted to shackle her.
“I cannot allow you to do this. I must see Podolak!” she insisted flexing her wrists and shattering the shackles sending pieces of metal flying like shrapnel around her.
Quite stumped as to what to do it was clear she had the upper hand in strength, the guard was forced to back away and wait for support. Meanwhile the citizen ran to summon Podolak before he got too far away.
Her charge arrived about the same time as another guard filling the circle of those who surrounded her.
“Avalon!” he demanded “What are you doing with that man?”
“This is the Ickles, m’ lord.” she said flying near and dropping the unconscious form at Podolak’s feet.
The steeled gaze he fixed on her sent a cold chill racing down her spine.
“This is the one who killed my… the guard?” he said in a voice so controlled it was frightening.
Landing with a groan and a limp she bowed to her Charge remaining bent until given permission to rise.
“Yes, sir. This is the one.”
Turning to the guards he began to explain what had happened with the explosion that left the small house devastated and its occupant murdered. Avalon had been the witness on the scene and had seen the Ickles at the house as well as becoming a victim of the tragedy.
By the time the tale was told the Ickles had begun to wake up and was still hollering for guards to rescue him from his demon captor. The guards came, but they did not take Avalon into custody.
After the streets had cleared slightly, and Podolak had given permission to the Watcher to stand at ease he stepped to the guard for a quiet discussion.
“What do you want done with her, sir?” he asked the guard. “I know she disobeyed your order and broke your shackles, what is the consequence for such an action?”
“Oh no sir, she can be released into your care. It appears that we need to get better chains I would say. These are obviously not suited to handle one of her race.”
“Thank you very much sir. I will see that she returns back to the Manor and will be available for any further questions you may have.” he said with a nod.
“Oh, Avalon, we will need to have the sword and the coordinates of the explosion and the body you buried to be verified.” the guard said before turning away from them to discuss the matter with his captain.
Turning back to the Gargoyle, Podolak laid a hand on her arm and spoke soft but firmly to her.
“Avalon, I told you to cooperate with the authorities on this. Next time let them do their job without all the fuss.” he said.
“Yes, m’ lord. I am sorry, I panicked when I saw it but the guards were already there and I didn’t know what to do. I did not wish to harm any one, but I knew I needed you to know what did the damage to your friend.” she explained in a voice full of shame and sorrow.
“I know, Avalon, its alright. Now go home.” he said before summoning the portal that lead back to the Manor.

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~*~
Flittering about the room that was now looking more alive and welcoming the “Shadow Moore Spirit” began to discover new skills and abilities. Finding that with a bit of concentration small objects could be moved, the game began to take shape on how far the object could go before it was dropped.
There was one incident that was a bit embarrassing to the wayward haunt. Focusing all the energy on a goblet had just begun to make it move when commotion outside distracted for a split second. In that instant the goblet flew from its resting place against a wall shattering into tiny pieces on the floor. Disgusted at the mess and now troubled as to what to do the Shadow devised a plan to clean up what had been done. Stooping low to the floor and gathering the air around together in a concentrated space the glass shards began to move together into a pile.
Almost proud of the task completed the ethereal figure retreated to the edge of the room to rest for a moment before finding another game to play.
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(OOC: Is Shadow Moore Inn an actual in game building?)

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(OOC: Is Shadow Moore Inn an actual in game building?)


not yet... perhaps soon!