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Who: Noric Pellaeon and Xavier Elder
Where: the Sacred City
When: Year 199 - 20?
What: The End

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[Year 199, late summer, Lepus]

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[It's warm. But it's always warm now, if not just plain hot. The Old Woman has been merciless since that day last year, when a blinding flash lit the sky. Noric's been increasingly away, has been gone a couple of months this time, not sending word as he used to.

Sometimes, those who know of Xavier's knowledge have come to him, demanding to know when this heat will end, why their monsters continue to die, experiments ruined. But that has stopped, recently. Other things to consider, one supposes.

It's warm.]

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[he loosens his collar, looking around. Nowadays, he felt antsy. Like nothing was safe]

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[Little things you never noticed before are now glaring in their absence. The woods, so long filled with animals and the occasional rampaging monstrosity from your fellow countrymen, are much quieter. Tree branches crack and splinter, dry and hollow inside as they hit the ground. And Lacerta... you don't want to think about the emotions you were hit with, the last time you were in Lacerta, that strange land where everyone was connected to the forest.]

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[mutters to himself]

Maybe I should just go. Find Noric. Something.

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[Only he didn't say where he was going, exactly, when he left rather abruptly last time. Just that he would be back when he could come.]

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[shakes his head, shaking those thoughts away, staying next to the door, ready to run inside at the slightest hint of danger]

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[suddenly, the sound of running coming from the path into the forest, heading this way.]

[Year 199, late winter, The Sacred City]

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[The house they live in now is smaller than the one in Lepus, but still very sparse. Everything has to be made from scratch, after all. And of course, one of the HARDEST things to get hold of in the Sacred City is books. Most are being funnelled straight into the library, but for the right price, one can still buy them. Still, it is an infinitely less bookish place, just out of necessity.

But a bit less empty today, now that Noric is hauling in a wooden table from outside.]

Xavier, it's done!

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Is it? I'm coming!

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[drags it the rest of the way into the living area and drops it down, wiping his face.]

A bit heavier than I thought it would be, but just as well, for the amount I paid the man.

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Good work.

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[looks at it, satisfied.]

Yes. We've been needing one.

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How much did he ask for?

[EARLY 200]

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[Xavier's out, tending the tiny patch of garden he has]

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[a great rolling of drumbeats echoes out from the temple of the sea god, a distance down the road.]

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[pauses, looking up]

Now, what was that?

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[it continues, rising to a crescendo, before it just... cuts off, discordantly. but the emotions coming from that direction... they keep rising.

despair.]

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[shitshitshit, he drops his tools and covers his ears]

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[despair, hopelessness, futility. rolling out like waves.]

[Year 200, early summer]

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[Time goes on. Noric sits at the table, cutting up some vegetables from the garden, slowly.]

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[out of his bedroom, rubbing his eyes]

Good morning.

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[looks up after a brief pause, and smiles. he never looks entirely well, anymore, the constant pain having taken its toll. he's thinner, shadows under his eyes from another poor night's sleep. but it's a good day, as far as things go.]

Good morning. The water's already hot, if you're after tea.

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Yes, of course. Thank you.

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[going back to the vegetables]

We're nearly out of tealeaves, though.

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Again? I'll see what I can do.