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With a sigh she accepts her eldest daughter's anger. It is what must be. She'll understand in time.

She takes her turn to say good bye to her baby, wrapping the woman in arms and thick prehensile tresses. "I know you will, Solshine, though I can't imagine being any prouder of you than I am today."

She is too old to worry if people see her cry, and she does not stop the iridescent tears that slip from her eyes.

She takes Rae's hand and agrees, "Yes, Rae-rae, the soonest is best." and with an odd twist of her hair, and hissed words of arcane power, the two disappear to save Charlie from the Wikkiwaks... or was it the Wikkiwaks from Charlie?

Dandilion wrote:

"You'll help her stay safe, won't you?" She asks, her glance seeming to charge each in individually with the safety of her daughter.

Uhhh, wait. Rae's leaving?

Out loud, idiot. Mortimer shakes his head, like a dog trying to knock excess water out of its fur.
"Yes, yes. Yes mam'." he nods.

The large man's answer, all of it, earns a brilliant beaming smile.

"Oh you'll do. You'll do nicely. Thank you... Mortimer."

Her heart breaks, but she shakes her head. "I know you are very helpful. And The Dragon knows it too. *You* are needed here. He's certain. It's very important that you stay here." She bites her lip, knowing that she can't share what she's read in the weave, for fear of affecting the tapestry."I'm so proud of you, Solrisa."

She turns to Rae, shaking her head. "Of course you're coming. Your uncle needs you."

She sighs, "You may be tired of hearing it, but it is what it is. Without him, I wouldn't have either of you." She squeezes her eyes closed for a moment, pressing out the image of a world without her daughters in it, before opening them again to look into her eyes, so much like her dearly departed Barrie's that her voice catches in her throat. "and that is something that I can never repay."

"Yeah, Uh, sure. She'll be safe with us, but I don't think that's what she wants. Just guessing here... going out on a limb, uh, mom."

Dandi stiffens, eyeing the little man. "Sometimes, we all have to do things we don't want to. For the greater good. You help her, son. I'm sure she'll be ok in time."

She softens her words with a smile, adding.

Dandi winces, but pulls her daughter into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, baby. You can't. I told you before. I wanted both of you so much, that I made a promise to The Dragon. I have to honor that promise, for both our sakes. You have to do as your father asks. He wants you here. He says it's important. I can't take you with me."

She turns to Rae, one hand held out. "Come, Rae, hug your sister. We need to go. Who knows what Charlie will have convinced them to do by the time we get there. They'd given up meat when I left."

ask all the questions...

She holds her hands up as if to ward off the questioning. "One at a time...I'm afraid not, Solshine. I've been... helping Uncle Charlie, but I'll have to head back." She catches her older daughter's gaze as she continues. "...and I'll need Rae to come with me."

She takes in the introductions one at a time, as weighing the abilities of the individuals.

"A pleasure to meet you all." Her smile goes nostalgic for a moment, as she remembers a similar band, long ago. "Sorry to keep you, but it will only be a bit longer, I'm sure." Turning to Rae she brushes her hands on each other, and continues, her voice a brisk mix of empathy and determination.

"I'm afraid I'll need you to come take my place with your Uncle Charlie. He's... well, he's somehow become Chief of a band of Wikkawaks. He needs your help. I can't stay either, I've promised to help some friends with a trade issue." She looks again at the group, and smiles at each of the men in turn.

"Sol should stay here. With both of us gone, Home will bore her." She says, as if everyone should know what a bad idea a bored Sol would be....and perhaps they do.

"You'll help her stay safe, won't you?" She asks, her glance seeming to charge each in individually with the safety of her daughter.

For a moment, she looks so much older than the young women in her arms (and hair). "I've missed you too, very much."

She smiles at Sol, answering. "I dreamed you were into all sorts of mischief, and I can see you've been... busy." she adds, a wand suddenly appearing in her hand.

She flicks it quickly, cleaning the blood and gore from her youngest daughter. She gives her a second flick, and soon not a hair is out of place on the girl's head. lots of assumptions, but...

"There! That's my pretty girl!" she beams, maternal pride somehow completely compatible with her own appearance.

The tones of someone half humming, half singing to herself floats on the morning air, along with a sudden fluster of dust as she stirs herself from her place beside the road.

Long blond hair coils and streams about her, easily twice as long as the girl is tall. Dusting her hands on her hips she rushes forward, her tresses reaching out to touch first Sol's face then Rae's.

"Oh there you are! I've been waiting for hours. At least many many minutes. Oh Sol, you're dirty! Rae, why do you always get her into such messes?!" Her words tumble, like water in a brook in the late spring, or boxes, knocked over by rats.

Thank you very much Evilan. I know I have tried, but can never fully convey how muh I have enjoyed this game. As a player, this is the one I have enjoyed the most.

Dandi watches as Neolandus drinks his wine, wondering just how into his cups the man is, and how that might work for -or against- them.

"I believe we were talking about Fondo." She says, her back stiffening. For a second, panic flares in her eyes. How did he get to there from what I said? That is only for later, only if... to secure the throne in the future....

Blinking, she returns to her steadied pose, "It is him we should be discussing. He will need a spouse, of course. But I am sure there are many amongst the Nobility that might do. It is better served to finalize the first plan before worrying overmuch about the contingency plan only applicable in some unlikely and distant future."

Her eyes flick quickly to Barrie, searching for understanding in his face. Please understand....please please please....

Dandi turns to face Neolandus and Vencarlo, forcing a smile she in no way feels at the continued weight of the world.

"Welcome back! there are several things on the agenda, not the least of which is seeing indestructable evil safely separated once more. But before that, Korvosa must be stabilized. Such unrest it has survived. It is time for Peace, and a Peace for all of its inhabitants. Not one peace for the Chelish and another for the Varisians, not One for the nobles and another for the common folk. One for all."

Dandi's hair smooths, as if with the decision made, it could now rest. She eases, and continues.

"Korvosa needs a ruler, one that can unite the people. And, having thought about it, perhaps we need not one, but two. for balance. A couple, One Varisian, one Chelish. One Noble, one common borne." She smiles, this one warming her heart, at least a little.

"I submit our friend and champion of Korvosa, Fondo Barrondo as future liege of Korvosa. " She raises her hand at the first whimper of dissent.

"Wait... I submit him for this life long Avocation, but not alone. Fondo should serve as King, but within a year and a day take a Noble Chel as his wedded spouse and Coruler."

"Finally, should they have no progeny..." She sighs once more, clasping her hand tightly until the stone bites, then continues... "then the final Arabasti heir will retake the throne."

"A tiara? I don't think I need a tiara....do I?" She pauses, more from exhaustion than anything else.

"No... I don't think these should be crafted into anything else...for anyone else."

"Of course!" Dandi frowns, feeling more than a little untrusted.

Barael's request distracts her though, and so she turns her gaze to the Fangs"How...do...we... destroy..."

knowl arcana: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (16) + 27 = 43

Dandi sighs again, "Of course you did, and of course you don't, Fon--!" Dandi's hair grabs for the fangs as Barael picks them up, a web of silk tangling in his way for a moment. Tired and slow, she misses, her hair tangling upon itself as she tries to pull it back again.

Smoothing it back, she seeks composure, saying, "Perhaps you should give us the portable hole as well, that they may be seen as little as possible, by as few as possible."

Dandi rolls her eyes, tired beyond all measure of this day. She just wants it to be over, and would nearly, almost, though not quite anything to see it so.

"I will announce him. Fondo, I have to agree with Briar that if you are to be King, you must excuse yourself from the destruction of the teeth and leave it to us. They are too tempting and the weight of the responsibilities you are to assume too great. You can be no part of it."

"'Ganderdoddling'? You're making that word up, surely. I think Barrie has the right of it, but Charlie, please confirm for Briar that immediate assassination was not your intent." Odd. I always thought he would be more fun with a bit of wine in him. Lesson learned, I suppose.

Dandi listens as Fondo waxes eloquently. Her face flushes, and finally she shakes her head, "What do I care if they think me great or small? They think I am monstrous, that my darling Wraith is something to fear, or to use. The queen was a monster, true enough, but she is dead. I'll not stay to take her place in their nightmares." Her hair coils and roils as she speaks.

"As for Barrie's heart..." she eyes the rat perched upon his forearm. A slight smile melts over her mouth and the twitch of her hair soothes for a moment, "it is his to give, to beat where he wills and for which causes. I would support him if he chose to stay, but hear him, he does not. I would return, if called, but I cannot stay. I cannot live my life entire for the people of Korvosa, or I would become the monster they think me."

She pauses, catching her breath, "If you would chain yourself to the throne, to this one city while forsaking all others, I will support your claim. and if the crown you wore, I would come if called, but I cannot stay here. I cannot."

Dandi lays a gentle hand upon Fondo's arm, "If he'll allow, let Niko be the one chained to the throne. Your feet have paths yet to follow and a King's traveling days are done. A lord though, may serve as ambassador, and still travel the world in Korvosa's service." She does not address such things as blood or what nobility might be found there; she's seen too much, and it was all the same when it hit the floor.

Dandi finds her voice, for a moment. "What is it that you like about him for a King?" She smiles, gently. "... and what, if any, are your reservations?" She takes a small sip of the wine, and steps thoughtfully, so that she might see them better. "For instance, why is Vencarlo not first choice to be King? He has proven his loyalty to this City again and again. He is wise... and charming. Well known and well loved. What does Glorio offer that he does not?"

Dandi falls quiet as the others remind her of the evil they have been through, over and over again.

Dandi tenses as Fondo mentions relatives of the Queen's. "I doubt we want any relative of the queen to sit again in that chair, even a distant one." she whispers.

knowl religion: Asmodeus: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

" There now, that is something, isn't it, Brother? A House of Lords, with a better distribution of power... Maybe some day, there might even be a House of the Common folk as well, to further balance things." Dandi shakes her head ruefully, "I'll be honest, politics is not my strong suit, but even I know that I'd rather not live beneath Asmodean rule, nor would I want it for the people of Korvosa."

sense motive vs sarcasm: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Dandi's jaw tightens and her brow shoots up. "Do you have a better victim to wear the crown? Because I have none that I would subject to such a thing that I also think would do a good job."

"Briar! That is no way to talk. Has he, himself not helped us? Are we to judge everyone by their f-family?" She winces, the sharp edge of the gem shard cutting into her hand as she squeezes it. "Should we judge you by your no account, here again gone again brother that you can never seem to find? Or m... or anyone else, by their ne'er-do-well family members? Glorio has been kind to us, in his fashion. And would make a better ruler than any other I have heard offered."

"Assuredly, some one somewhere already does. At least one, if not more. There were sensors on the queen herself, and extra ones on Nik as well." Dandi looks about the place, smiling at the memories within.

Dandi takes hold of Briar's hand, ready to face Korvosa one more time. "To Elven wine and our own surroundings."

Dandi shudders as Barael's rat scampers through her hair. She shudders, moving into his embrace, not away. Murmuring into his chest, she whispers, "She'd make a beautiful newt, my love. You might want to let her know that."

Suddenly, she squeals, jumping up and floating back down. "CHARLIE! You're back! I knew you would come... well, hoped you would. You saved us Charlie. All of us, and Korvosa, and likely the whole world!" Relief and laughter bubble up inside her.

"Yes, we can celebrate, but not here. Let us go to Korvosa, that the whole city can understand our joy!" Dandi turns a radiant smile on each of them, hoping they'll agree.

Dandi breathes in the smell of the City that calls to her in her dreams, then sighs, letting it go. "After Charlie is on his feet, I suppose we have to return to Korvosa, don't we?" She squeezes the bit of gem still left in her hand, the shard with her name on it, and feels it cut into her palm. Still, she doesn't let go. "At least for a little while."Her hair flutters and curls, reaching for Barrie. He is her comfort in uncertain times.

I don't suppose Dandi has any choice.

+1 level Aristocrat.

+2 bump to her will save.

+1 Cha

+4 HP

+8 skill points

+1 appraise
+1 bluff
+1 diplomacy
+1 knowl arcana
+1 knowl nobility
+1 perform (Oratory)
+1 sense motive
+1 spellcraft

"Majenko!"Flustered, Dandi stops and tries again, her voice softer now, kind and gentle, and tinged with guilt. "Majji, please don't. I am me, only me. And you will be King of the Korvosan skies once we are home. You need bow to no one, my friend."

She is beyond grateful for Barrie's stabilizing presence. Moving into his arms, she whispers, "That is beyond all right, my darling. It is all I need."

Barael de Gare wrote:

"I... suppose it could be one of Ileosa's cruel tricks, plaguing us still from beyond the Veil, but I don't think so. My airs with my name, it cares nothing for it. It calls me true." Barael places a hand on the small of her back, steadying her.

This is easily proven. Just have Dandilion touch the gem. If it's her name, she'll be effected by it. If it isn't, she won't! Easy. :)

You are NOT helping!

"How does any of this make sense now?" She shakes her head, dazed by the thought. "it can't be true. the Varisian woman in the market place, I remember that. That wasn't a dream. and I remember the stories she told me, of my father, the most powerful mage in all the world, an elf, with green eyes. Only a pretty green, not ugly and vile like the Queen's...." Her mind reels trying to remember any true thing, anything real.

Her grip tightens on her beloved's hand, a tormented catch to her voice as she whispers, "But... that would mean I'm... but I can't be..." but the word trembles in her mind as the name waivers in her sight from unshed tears. It is too much to believe that she might be...

"Chelish."

"What? What is it? Are you ok? Is everyone else ok?What?" Her stomach churns as he takes her hand, her hair finding a semblance of life as she shakes her head back and forth from Charlie to Barrie's earnest expression. By the time they reach the pedestal, she is flying again, the anti-magic of Charlie's presence stifled by the stone between them.

"What is it? It's just a gem, Bar-bar. I have you, I don't need baubles and gems."

Still, he insists, and so finally she looks. Her hair, freed from its death in the sphere, curls and brushes at Barael, coiling about his shoulders to comfort....him?

"Wha...?" So suddenly does she draw back she almost smacks into him, her overly large blue eyes wider still with the shock. "N-n-no... That can't be. My father was Elven... I saw it" In her mind, she remembers the dreams, the hallucinations from shiver.No real memory does she find, nothing at all to say who she was. "...it in a dream."

Dandi turns a look of revulsion upon them both. "No MORE fighting! The queen is dead, and so is Charlie, and only one of those is a right thing. But Serithiel's purpose has been served this day. If the two of you could just hold it together for a few more hours, you need not ever see each other again!" and I need never be torn by such bickering again.

She watches as Fondo mutters arcane nothings that come to naught within the antimagic sphere. Rolling her eyes, she explains, one more time. "There can be no magic near him. None. It saved us and denies that avenue to perfect his dignity." She rips a small strip from her clothes, and pours water from her skin.

"In this moment, we are no more than the smallest child on the street. There is no magic here, only water and a desire to see our Charlie home again. Embrace it, brothermine. We are once again of the dust and the dirt, and the only magic to call your own this close to Charlie is your smile, if you can find it. "

She quiets again, her focus once more on the dead man next to her. Brushing her hands over his clothing to smooth wrinkles months in the making, she adds to the elf behind her,"Briar,you have the sword. If you would wait until we have Charlie home and whole once more, I would appreciate it. I cannot celebrate until then. It wouldn't be right."

Barael bides his time, watching Briar investigate the magics instinctually, watching Dandi cling nearby Charlie's form, watching Fondo embrace the dead. He passes a hand through Dandi's hair, where it arrives on her cheek, then chin. Lifting it, he smiles at her, letting his eyes reassure her that what was once done, can be done again.

Lifting her eyes to Barael, she dredges up a smile. For him. For Charlie.

"It'll be ok." I'll make it ok. Somehow.

She stays with Charlie as the others gather up the queen's trappings.

"CHARLIEEEE!!!"

Her molasses brain finally puts together the connections, Charlie's condition and it's magical support of Niko's belt...but it is too late, far far too late as the dear old man falls.

I killed him. Just as surely as if I put the blade in him myself. For once she is grateful to be alone in her head. She kneels beside him, brushing his stringy hair from his face.

"We'll fix it, Charlie. We'll bring you back. Cayden has plenty of revelers for his hall, and we... well, look at us. We need you." Her hair pools on his chest, as still and dead as his own with neither magic nor joy to lend it life.

Round 19, Init 17-

The bee shudders and explodes, turning into Dandi in her original, most basic form. She rolls off of Majenko's poor back and shakes her head. She tries to make the world make sense, but it is slow going.

Tis the antimagic shell, it's like molasses upon my brain. she thinks, only to realize no one else can hear her.

"the antimagic will affect us all, in strange ways. Be careful, my friends. We need to get Charlie closer to the dragon, so it might lose all its magic, and fall, where we can reach it." at least, I hope that makes sense. I think it does, but I think soooo slowly...now.

She crawls closer to Charlie,to help in whatever way she can.

fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32
reflex: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
will: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Dandi's ready for the noise this time, and even manages to avoid the most of the electrified chains, but her mind... oh, her mind has always been fragile, and now it leaks.

knowledge arcana: 1d20 + 27 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 27 + 2 - 1 = 41 What is it and how do we kill it?

Round 16, 17-

Dandi breathes easier when the Crown is broken apart, but her ease is short-lived, as another roar rattles through the Sunken Queen.

Fort Save, not a 1: 1d20 ⇒ 1

She has a quick moment of thanks for the melding of her dagger into her little bee body that keeps it from sinking to the floor.

Round 15, Init 17-

fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Dandi laughs at the tight situation she's in, then begins to buzz in Thriae to herself. Smaller and smaller she goes, until she is more bee than human or elf.

Casts Vermin Shape 2 and becomes a bee.

Dandi blinks, answering Barael even as she tries to stay out of Fondo's way.

Not done, my love, not yet. We are whole, still. The Queen, less so. I worry,though, about the blood. This whole place reeks of magic, all tainted by the queen's virulent presence! Her blood continues to siphon upwards, through the tubes. No good can come of it.

Round 13, Init ?

In a blink, Dandi and Fondo disappear, hopefully to reappear within the Globe with the queen.

teleport, low is good for Dandi: 1d100 ⇒ 74

Assuming they appear where she's expecting Reaapearing on the other side, Dandi begins to laugh and laugh and lau....

cackle.

edit: Dandi 5 foot flaps forward to be able to touch Fondo

bondtalk"If he can't, I think I can, Fondo. Quick! Take my hand. We'll see you guys down there. I don't think we'll all fit otherwise."

Delay, to see if Fondo takes her up on her offer.

spellcraft: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (19) + 26 = 45

Aoo: 1d20 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 18 + 2 = 311d3 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 12 + (5) = 20

perception: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (19) + 25 = 44

Dandi's hair whips out, snapping with a loud *CraCK!* as it hits the queen in the eye!

"The ball of bling! She's headed for the treasure! I bet she's looking for that purple gem she tried to get Charlie to fetch. There's not much room down there, perhaps one of us and majenko might fit, but no more!"

alright, who's going...

Round 12, Init 17-

Dandi laughs and at the queen. She uses her final death ward and sends her spectral hand off to touch Nikolay. The scroll turns to trash in her hands; she let's it drop from her fingers, already forgotten.

"We need you to stay focused."

touch on Niko: 1d20 + 16 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 16 + 2 + 2 = 27

cackle, deathward on Nikolay

Round 11, Init 17

Dandi cackles, activates her hair, and 5 foot flaps backwards to Q16 .

Her laughter edges towards hysteria as she see's Fondo's hesitation.

"What are you doing, Fondo? Hit her! She's nothing but Pain and Fear and Death for all that you love! Remember the people of Korvosa are counting on you!" WE are counting on you!

She stares at him, trying to judge if the Queen has in fact, ensnared Fondo's mind.

Round 10 , init 17

Dandi looks at the many dancing queens clustered all together. "Your dress is the wrong color, but we know you for the verdant green evil that you are! My friends will slice your mirages away one by one and all that will be left is the hideousness of your malevolent heart!" She laughs then, reveling in the thought of a world without the queen's evil ruining her days.

evil eye hex, cackle -4 to AC, DC 24

Round 9, Init 17

Dandi casts again from one of her scrolls and sends her spectral hand after Charlie.
bondtalk to the party Charlie, hold still, let me help you.

deathward on Charlie.

touch charlie: 1d20 + 15 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 15 + 4 + 2 = 41

Will save vs spell: 1d20 + 9 + 4 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 4 + 2 + 5 = 40

Will save vs spell(haste): 1d20 + 9 + 4 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 4 + 2 + 5 = 25