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Sota pulls a bottle of wine out of his haversack and pops the cork with mage hand. He then tips the bottle back in both tiny hands and takes a swig, wine flowing all over his face and chest, as the mouth hole is roughly the size of his face, and the specifics of drinking a bottle larger than you are were lost to the fairy.
"Y'see, y'see, 's all about size ratio. Imma...Imma be fine shaddap. I fly better affur I haveafew." he slurs. "You buy a loaf a' bread n' s'wat, half a meal? Me, same two copper, I get to eat till 'm full and still have half a loaf to take a nap in all warm n' cozy n' bready." He flutters over, wobbling mid air and sits on Stalker's shoulder and offers him the bottle, it slipping out of his hand and crashing to the ground before the elf can grab it. The Sprite giggles at the smash and claps his little hands. "Dun worry. I got 'nuther. Drunk? Nah m'tab'lim is fast. 'm sober n'time. That? I can get. Nuther. I can. I. I got..." With an adorable hiccup he passes out on the elf's shoulder, muttering in his sleep. "Milk it baby...mmm...zzz..."
Apparantly staying up all night pranking can catch up to even the most determined fairy.
"Oh yes things have been developing quite well! With Sulvanii and Bearik taking the reigns when you are not here things are good, nonetheless our new city is striving. Always better when all the wardens are here but you have other duties as well leaving capable hands behind." She responds to Quince as he asks. She dotes on Angeus like a mother and her sick child. Quince you also notice that Svetlana looks a lot healthier and brimming with life.
"Our new city seems to suit you. You are glowing. I take it things are well."
He continues to chat with her for a little while, "Well Angeus would never ask for a caretaker but she has the finest. Thank you."
Quince makes his way to Oleg, "Greetings Oleg, we have learned a bit more about our land. We have need to set out again soon but our next return might inclued some treasure." He looks at the man and regards him more businesslike. "How are things in our city."
After hearing any report the man might share Quince leans back in his seat, "How about you my friend. How are you and Svetlana adjusting to Elkheart. I know that this is a change for you."
Quince makes his way to Sulvanii, "Hello again my friend. I hope things in Elkheart are going well for you. Is there anything of concern that has come up while we were traveling?"
Stalker giggles at Sota's antics enjoying every moment of it. "Chipmonk, I enjoy rides on my horse, cards at the tavern, eating, and archery. Oh yes we could go look for some bad guys."
Then giggling more at the drunk sprite.
Oleg nods at Quince's first statement then responds to the second in his normal gruff way, [b]"The city is alright, it grows, not many problems and the few that have arisen have easily been taken care of. Oh yes a big change, better for Svetlanna especially with her new role as captain. She is wonderful working with people. I enjoy staying in these four walls, away from others. At least we each have what we want.
He smiles as you enter his room, piles of coins lean up against the walls, with a quiet warm voice he says, "No problems for me, except for boredom. I keep trying to help others and check on progress but it all seems so slow to me. I have helped here and there but humans are so slow." He absentmindedly clinks some coins on the table that he sits at.
Saren positively responds, "Very well Marshal, I will look into it. At present I don't think there is a need for a training facility for grunts, but perhaps extra tents." He salutes and then smiles as the two leave.
Early the next morning he meets with Stalker and soon many others as they get ready to head out. Saren smiles at everyone but Bearik obviously avoiding him.
He walks out of Elkheart on foot with saddle on his shoulder and once well out of the city he blows a whistle and the rushing of his draconic mount can be heard. Soon the large mount arrives and he greets it with a hug, then a quick pat down before putting the saddle on. Once his gear is secured he follows the group and catches up quick enough.
The next morning many arrive and soon you are off once more heading back to the tazylwyrm lair. Six hours of riding and you get to the river crossing.
In the morning he does not speak much at all, nodding as needed to respond to questions.
He does not have a mount but at a brisk pace for him is a jot for a horse, also his endurance seems to keep up even when jogging for six hours.
He wears a simple yellow robe with brown tassels, nothing really even elegant just simple for traveling on the road.
At the river crossing he asks, "May we rest here for at least an hour, let us all get some water and rest."
The next morning Sota wakes up in the brim of Stalker's hat.
"Oooh, my head. How...where...ooh..." He grabs his tiny skull with both heads and hangs off the back of the brim. "...ooh. Never drink more than three times your weight. Lesson learned. I'm sticking to double from now on. Where...are we...and...man, your horse is surprisingly stable in its gallop, Stalky!" He takes a step and hops off the hat brim, and hovers just before landing on the animal, making sure not to actually touch it. He flies around and looks at the others. "Oh, neat! More adventures. And we brought more friends!"
As if his hangover instantly melted away, which is very possible considering he has the metabolism of a hummingbird that's been injected with pure cocaine, he floats around and waves at all the others. "Hi Mr. Saren, Hi Mr. Duke-Emperor-King-Of-Greatness-Awesome-Boss-Man Quincy, Hi. Mr. Tristan, Hi Mr. Kevros, Hi Miss Kat, Hi..." on, and on, and on, through the entire party. He pauses, remembering his new title, and how the others address one another, and starts completely over. "Hi Warden Kevros, Hi Warden His Royal Boss King-Ness Duke Lord Quinceriffic, Hi Warden Tristan..." on, and so forth, for a while.
"Why is Mr. Bearik rubbing his forehead like he has a headache? Do you have a headache Mr. Bearik? I don't know why but people seem to have so many headaches these days. Can I help find you some medicine or something? What medicine works for your headaches? Why are you walking away from me? Why did he close himself in his tent do you think?"
Sota buzzes around excitedly and grins. "I'mma go look around the perry-meter. Make sure nothin' sneaks up on us. Be right back!" He dives below the tall grass and disappears, and begins to make a search of the camp's immediate area for threats.
Yes Bearik likely would respond to Sota that way.
Sota finds.... lots of cool bugs and plants but nothing threatening or worth much to the rest of the group.
Before stopping by Kat's Castle Suite to begin the Wyrm Treasure Recovery, Kev drops off an acquisition sheet to Oleg for more tents and pavilions for trainees and troops. As for the number, he notes to send a runner to get in touch with Captain Svetlana, Larina, Valeguard, Soth, Whipmaster, Nithan, and Brumblebeard or just get in touch with one to ask the others for the exact number of tents they need.
Kev nods to Saren with a smile, "Good morning General, glad you can join us. If you keep our troops trained and happy, and keep up our defenses, I will keep you happy. In addition, I gave Oleg an acquisition for more tents this morning. He will send a runner to ask for numbers."
As Bearik shows up, with a smirk on his face, Kev greets him, "Warden Bearik, your name fits you well! It's a treasure recovery and adding an ally to our ranks, not pulling a bad tooth! Please try to at least smile a bit?"
Kev signs to Stalker their usual greeting, "Good morning brother, did you take Sota swimming in a pint of Ale?" Kev laughs
Then Kev nods to Sota, "Good morning Mr. Warden Sota Fizz, did you have a good night and party well? Did Stalker show you Elkheart's finest brew?"
When Sota takes off scouting, Kev gets close to Kat and whispers to her.
"Sweetie, you need to spike Sota's food with espresso?"
He then laughs.
... Later ...
Kev nods and agrees with Bearik to rest. Kev spends time with Kat making her giggle whether through charm and being a tad boyish in nature but not too much which the serious Kev rarely does.
"Why thank you Warden Droverson. I am sure we need more tents but that has not been my focus as of late. Ah I see what Larina is doing with her free time." He says nodding and looking over at Larina and Tristan.
.... Later....
At the river crossing he nods agreeing with the others, "There is no need to rush." With that he takes off his armor and goes to play with ThaRil, his dragon mount, in the river.
He gives Kevros a big toothy grin at the comment but does not speak in response. Shrugging his shoulders and checks with others preparing for the trip.
Stalker signs to Kev their usual greeting back, "Good morning brother, Sota brought his own wine and after only three swigs he was drunker than a half lass in a dwarven hall." He laughs and giggles at the sprite.
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After an hour the group is fully rested and pack up for the continued ride. Another six hours and many of you have rumbling stomachs. This time Stalker suggests to rest and, "I will be back shortly with a meal, get that fire going."
Within an hour he returns with a deer on the back of his horse. After a quick skinning, the deer is on a spit and given to Katrina to work her magic of cooking.
Her eyes become big and she tells Kevros, "Noo! Are you crazy?!"
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She enjoys Kevros antics and plays with them, her guard completely down as she enjoys the attention.
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As they stop for dinner she unladen her horse of the saddle and her equipment, giving it a handful of oats before letting it roam on its own.
With the deer skinned she pulls out her cooking kit and begins to marinate the meat.
As pieces become cooked she slices them off deftly and begins to serve to the group. The meat is lean and melts in your mouth, the perfect blend of herbs and spices.
The night passes uneventful except for the wonderful meal. Early the next morning the group heads off once more to quickly ride straight to Krazok.
As you near where you left Krazok you see some lines of smoke. Getting in view of the wyrm killing grounds any sense of alarm is negated as Krazok has several burn piles and continues his sorting process.
Krazok stops and walks towards the group waving his free hand above his head, a toothy smile on his face, and the bloody axe in his other arm pointing it towards the ground.
Once you are closer he greets you, "Welcome back my friends, it seems you have come in greater numbers, better to carry it all back with you I assume. Not at least one cart? How will you bring the head back? Quince I thought you wanted the head? Well I guess we can let the bones bleach and come back for them... that will still be very impressive."
You can see that his mount and his friend are both still sleeping, but safely between the three fires. Each one smoking a wyrm or at least chunks of them. The massive head of the great wyrm lies to the side of its body, severed and resting on a blanket.
As introductions start Bearik waits to be one of the last ones. Then he comes forward and gives the dragonkin a warrior's welcome. Though as they clasp you can see the scepter at Krazok's side flare up with green magic. Krazok's hand wreathes in the same green glow as Bearik's hand glows a golden yellow glow.
Bearik keeps the grip and smiles, a smile of excitement, their magic begins to intertwine around each other's wrists and hands.
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Magical items easily identifiable:
Handy Haversack
cloak of resistance +1
gloves of dex +2
gauntlets of str +2
belt of con +2
+1 rapier
Others:
A glowing rock the size of your chest, 3'3'3'. It glows with red and orange light, it is a black rock of some kind.
A tome of brown leather binding and a lock with a strange start design, not your standard lock.
A tome of yellow leather binding and a leaf shaped lock.
coins and gems in gold:
201,719
1/2 for kingdom: 100,810 = 25 BP
1/2 for players: 100,810
Quince, Tristan, Kevros, Katrina, Sota, Krazok, group health items: 14,401 gp each to spend on items
Saren exclaims as he readies his greatsword, "What is going on! I thought Krazok was an ally!? Bearik what should we do?"
Saren does not know exactly what to do so he rushes forward and begins to support Bearik... his eyes begin to darken as if a shadow covers them.
Bearik's voice seems to be amplified by magic again, you know he is not shouting but almost talking into your ear with his normal loud voice, "Another boon, you could say... remember the miniature pyramid in the forest? He has magical power as well... it just needs to be released! You can come join the fun by putting your hand and magic into the mix or you can come support one of us, or not... it is your choice! He will gain as I will gain, the flow of magic is stupendous!" His eyes begin to glow golden and glowing golden tattoos appear on his skin as the swell of flowing magic continues to grow. He shouts as the wind begins to pick up, "We might even tear a rift between the verses!"
Once she saw it she could not believe at first, then the power continued to grow. She prayed first, "Erastil guide us! Let your power be known!" Feeling inspired she begins to sing and charges forward. "May the champions of Erastil come, line up to gain a blessing through this sharing. To bring forth their strength and to receive as well!" Placing her hand on top of Bearik's she holds on and power flows from her into the conflux of magic.
It is even stranger with her, as the tattoos on her arms begin to move and grow, leaving eldritch lines runes and lines behind as they travel along her skin. A golden elk head appears above her head.
With the addition of Katrina to the mix she is even more confused, asking in an amazed voice, "Tristan... what is this!? It is beautiful and terrifying all at the same time! I have no concept of what to do!"
He quickly drew his bow and aimed at Krazok once the sparks began to flow. Then realizing that Bearik wanted this and likely intended it, once again in his strange exotic ways, the bow was slowly realeased and the arrow returned to his quiver. Not sure what to do until Katrina joined the fray, he just stood and watched. Likely following Kevros to support Katrina and Erastil in this strange display of magic.
One arm with Bearik the other holding his bleeding axe, and the golden and green magic coursing over him and Bearik he holds his ground. The axe sends a wave of red magic but is quickly overcome by the other sources. The infinity dragon tattoos on Katrina begin to form on Krazok's arm, and then they too begin to leave markings and lines as they tattoo parts of his body. Through all this the most that he can do is keep his mouth shut from the onslaught of magic.
The magic pulses from the epicenter of the three and waves course over all in the area. He wakes from his slumber with a start, his last memory of the giant wyrm breathing over him and others, they all becoming statues. He quickly looks for weapons but then sees the wyrm dead in the near distance. He relaxes a little until he sees his ally in the center of all the magic... it calls to him as he knows and gets up slowly.
Krazok's faithful mount, Axebeak slowly gets up as well, feeling the call. The two of them get to their feet and move to stand next to Krazok.
Sota stares open mouthed at the exchange between Bearik and Krazok, mesmerized by the colors and power flow. No sooner than the worlds "come join the fun" leave his mouth than the childish fey zips directly towards the two, excitedly buzzing towards the flames of magic like a moth at night. "Me too! Magic magic magic magicmagicmagic MAGIC!!"
The naturally gidted fey, having little idea how he works his own power let alone the interlockings of other universal world binders, has perhaps made a foolish move, but his zeal and excitement and innate trusting of his new friends seem to have blinded the fairy to the potential dangers...and he dives his whole little body into the fire like a baseball player sliding home.
Krazok stops and walks towards the group waving his free hand above his head, a toothy smile on his face, and the bloody axe in his other arm pointing it towards the ground.
Once you are closer he greets you, "Welcome back my friends, it seems you have come in greater numbers, better to carry it all back with you I assume. Not at least one cart? How will you bring the head back? Quince I thought you wanted the head? Well I guess we can let the bones bleach and come back for them... that will still be very impressive."
You can see that his mount and his friend are both still sleeping, but safely between the three fires. Each one smoking a wyrm or at least chunks of them. The massive head of the great wyrm lies to the side of its body, severed and resting on a blanket.
Quince winces at the question. Realizing that he is absolutely lost in grief. What other obvious and simple things am I forgetting. Erastil I cannot let this break my mind. We are in your hand. Your blessing has sustained us. I will not fall apart now.
"I think it was a wish Krazok, perhaps frivolous."
Quince watches the magic at first curious and startled but then feeling the growing exhilaration steps among the group as well he joins the circle. The thrilling connection washes through him in a moment he tastes the excitement his true fox like form shifts through and he throws his head back into a howl.
He looks about and sees those sleeping rise. His eyes wide. No. We did not bring her back. How could we know? His moment of grief and frustration likely would have continued and ended in a deep dispair but his train of thought was derailed by the intrusion of the Djinn.
Quince smiles through forming tears, "Ha-Hah Erastil be praised. Yes we are safe Sulvani. Yes come. As fast as you can. Bring the Queen."
Seeing the blank faces of the others, "It pays to have a Djinn looking after you." He ends it with a wink.
"It is an awakening of your ability through magic, nothing to fear, come. We will place our hands together."
Tristan approaches with Larina and adds their hands to the mix.
"While we are looking at loot, I still have this longsword with the sparkling hilt from when we slayed the boar, I don't remember if it was even magical or attempted to be identified, can any of you tell?"
When the party arrives on site, Kev greets Krazok the warrior way as well.
Kev follows Katrina and places his hand on top of hers, "Praise be to Erastil!"
He appears in a blaze of smoke and embers, scorching the ground where he appears. Angeus is in his arms and he floats forward looking around at the carnage and the magical occurrence. He stops behind Quince and lays a hand on his shoulder, letting the king see his wife and her eyes begin to flutter open. Svetlanna came as well blocked by the mass of Sulvanii's smoke and body, she holds to Quinces other shoulder and Angeus fully connecting the king to his queen.
In fact a tear or rift does open up with the green magic and a form comes through, at first the group is apprehensive as the female form comes through and all that can be seen is a shadow...
She charges forward and leaps onto Krazok in a loving embrace... the shadow gone you see a slim figure of pure deadly grace, a beauty especially with the angles of a well defined elf. The physique of fine delicate flowing steel silk, every pound of her elfen 5’7” frame ready to react. Her porcelain skin does not seem to color, though she has many tattoos of different colors about her body. There are even small gems embedded on her body. Her hair is a white, almost unnaturally white, smooth and delicate. Though her eyes look to be cut from diamonds and being the only hard spot on her body. She does not appear to wear any weapons and she wears a scantily clad red dress that does not leave much to the imagination. She holds no backpack. A platinum collar resides around her neck with several gems embedded on it that shine. A platinum bracelet embedded with gems is on each wrist. She wears high-soled blue boots that look stylish and comfortable. A black cloak resides around her shoulders letting her form nearly disappear when she does not move and is in shadows. Several Ioun stones hover around her head and last she wears scarred and worn armbands that have clearly seen rough use, and are constructed out of coarse leather and fastened with thick leather straps.
She puts her forehead to Krazok's and drops down seeing the crowd around her now. She smiles and announces herself as if the massive magic conflux is normal or typical for her, "Hellow everyone, I am Selena!" As if that answers everything.
Krazok drops his massive axe which Selena catches before it hits the ground and picks up the glowing green scepter with his now free hand. With a few somatic movements a rune is produced and the rift is closed. He releases his grip of Bearik's arm and the magic quickly abates.
He smiles bigger than any of you have seen and he picks up Selena, "I thought I would never see you again!" but quickly he dismisses his emotions letting her down and gets ready to answer any questions offering up some answers even before some questions are asked, "I was destined to be king of the Stolenlands... at least in my slice of the multiverse. By the power of the scepter many magical... things happened... darkness has fallen over not only the Stolenlands but Brevoy and the River Kingdoms in my verse. There is nothing but pain and misery now, my family gone... the last ones here with me now and my new family stands before me now as well. As you can tell my articulation has returned, the scepter allows my abilities to be boosted though it requires... anchors. One such anchor is Bearik, he is from my verse. Another would be Selena and my last anchor would be 'Slayer' my greataxe. It is a legendary blade from my verse meant to strengthen its wielder to slay anything and everything. Though joining the Wardens would be wonderful, the scepter can only be wielded by the true leader of a kingdom. I will not give up those powers. Unless Bearik can bend the rules of the item, does Quince truly rule as king or something else?"
Kevros looks to Katrina and whispers, "Who is Selena other than they seem to be a couple?" Then Kev wonders how they make love since he is a bit scaly and would be extra uncomfortably pointy in those areas unless he is cursed?
Kev looks to Tristan, "Let me see the sword and see if I can identify it? If not, I will pass it on until someone can."
Casting detect magic, Kev looks at Tristan's sparkling hilt sword ...
"I can not tell, anyone else want to try? Perhaps the ritual, is clouding my assessment."
Kev looks at Quince waiting for his answer to Krazok in regards of being King or something else.
He appears in a blaze of smoke and embers, scorching the ground where he appears. Angeus is in his arms and he floats forward looking around at the carnage and the magical occurrence. He stops behind Quince and lays a hand on his shoulder, letting the king see his wife and her eyes begin to flutter open. Svetlanna came as well blocked by the mass of Sulvanii's smoke and body, she holds to Quinces other shoulder and Angeus fully connecting the king to his queen.
Quince rushes toward the Djinn and Angeus. He helps her to her feet, laughing at the magical thrill of things. He wraps her in a great hug and kisses her. "Good to have you back."
He watches everything happen around him as if in a dream. A confused wonder filled smile marks his face when a new visitor arrives. "You weren't kidding Bearik we might just tear a rift."
Quince steps before Krazok, "I was not born a king. I was chosen by those I have bled and strived beside. I own that burden as a sacred trust. I could not make myself I king. But a king I have been made. If providence has yet once more seen to bring a blessing to the people I serve I will take it."
"Quince and Angeus are our King and Queen. They rule with council given and provided by us the wardens. They themselves are wardens as well. Their decisions are final. We will count you as an ally no matter what you choose. If you wish to find a kingdom of your own then so be it. If Bearik can manipulate the item, you and your friend are welcome to stay and join us."
Tristan then looks to Larina.
"How do you feel?"
Tristan moves toward the glowing rock.
This will look cool over the fireplace
He picks it up.
"Anyone know what this may do? I was going to put it over my fireplace. Doesn't seem practical to adventure with."
The sprite, engulfed in the strange fire, narrows his eyes at the dragon man and flies up, positioning his diminutive frame between Krazok and Quince.
His voice gets deadly serious, which would normally sound adorable but given the circumstances makes him seem to be playing all the less. Especially when he pronounces Quince's name right, each word stated much slower than any of you have heard the sprite talk before.
"Quince. Is. King. Not you. I read the papers. My handprint is on it. I made a promise. I will not let you hurt him." His fingers seem posed to cast a spell at any instance, and it seems very likely like his little body can erupt with action at a moment's notice.
Kevros smiles and nods his head in agreement, "Yes indeed, the Warden council, us, elected Quince and Angeus to be our King and Queen which I believe is the first time in history I believe? I agree with Warden Tristan, you can stay and be our ally but you can not have the Greenwatch or we will have a disagreement and make this a terrible day."
Kev looks at Sota, "Relax my Warden friend, he is only stating his station from long ago before we were born. He is still our ally until he truly threatens us."
Kev looks at Tristan pick up the rock, "If it does not change your gender first, it will look good as a hearth piece." Kev laughs and then goes over to the books. "Ok, I would like a book unless any of you want to claim one?"
She looks elated and energized, she has a crazy lustful smile as she whispers in his ears words only meant for a lover... then she giggles and begins looking around at the rest of the site. She keeps peeking over at Tristan, seeing if he is going to act on her words.
Tristan picks up the rock and it burns him, then it begins to grow... after a round it is 'small'... then it continues to grow... after a minute it is 'medium'.
Looking at the strange black stone which looks like it is fresh from a fire, embers... you can see there is a canine form within which keeps growing with the stone...
He falls to the ground and the glowing tattoos and the glow in his eyes fade away, luckily Saren is there to cushion his fall and graciously thanks Saren, "Thank you my son..." He chuckles and sighs to himself before setting himself into a proper sitting position. "Could I bother one of you to set up my tent and prepare my bed... that took a lot out of me. I will look into the item once I have napped." He says practically asleep in his sitting position as he lightly sways from side to side.
He himself turns into smoke and enters into a lamp on Quince. A lamp that Quince might not even knew was there, though he knows it now.
Responding with a bit of temper Krazok plays off Sota's words, "Don't worry Sprite I was not going to hurt king!" Unfortunetly the temper sticks as he responds to Kevros, "You can have Greenwatch, after all mine was destroyed, my people killed!!" He roars and groans in pain, stumbling a few steps but Selena is there to help him, providing Slayer to his free hand and new energy overcomes him and he shakes as if a shiver went up his back, "Thank you Selena. Come I need to kill something!"
Still having the presence of a king he instructs before he leaves, "Jorne, Axebeak you are both still weak. Go rest I will need you at full strength soon." With that said and the hand holding the scepter aimed at Axebeak the two slowly return to their beds reluctantly as their former king runs off with Selena into the vegetation.
Saren goes to Bearik's pack and takes out the tent, he slowly begins setting it up on a relatively level spot and away from any corpses. Soon enough it is up done by himself or with help and furnished with a cot to serve as a table, many blankets and pillows on the floor serving as a bed. He comes out looking around a bit sheepishly... "Well he seems to be taking this well.' Then helps Bearik into the tent before closing the flap and looking around, starting to collect the piles of gold into the sacks brought.
She slowly walks away from the experience, the massive magical conflux, all the companions, the tattoos, and the dragonkin raging. Then once he is gone she looks around picking up some sacks and begins filling them with coins.
She finds a strange metal box and raises it above her head, "I found a strange gold box, it has five sides. Should I put it with the coins or with the magical items?"
With all the fuss of the dragonkin's drama and Bearik nearly falling down, the stoic standing Katrina is left to watch. She quickly covers her arms in her fur cloak and walks away from the group in the direction that Krazok and Selena went. She moves well as normal but you barely even notice her as she goes. Kevros would likely notice that she keeps her hood up and does not look back.
Should you quickly catch up to her, she quickly turns from you and whispers something harshly in celestial.