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So, we faced the chaos souled fetch, and it sure was ugly, festering and chaos filled, which was its strength and its undoing. I don't want to think about it any more than I have to. Some things are just too foul. Not that I got much of a chance, for as the city came to life and the power of the fountain of waters united with the city spirit, everyone returned. Tinda and Thalia were back with Drepnir mounted paladins.  Parakyle had a score of the Weavers and caravan guards, Spindles and quaShitheth (Sea Elves) and we were ready to head south to repay the favor while the rest of the armed force finished cleaning up the wounded and the dead. We were ready to go though I had some questions for Wolfie, especially about Thalia, who had one more new look (darn, that girl is always with a new look, and Marie keeps getting closer to her.  I'll bet she ends up part elven just like John. The shidhe influences run deep in their fate through all those centuries. "Wolfie" "Yes?" "What does Thalia really look like?" "Err????" "Come on, I know you can see through illusions, is she constantly shifting shape or does she have a real look or, you know ..." "Ok, when we use the gate, look through my eyes, that is how she really looks." "Thanks" As we came into the city, this is my first look at the "real" Thalia, though the city wasn't fully in focus, and she is looking the wrong way, but it sure gave me a good look at her. Made Wolfie blush, though, to stare that way, when she turned around to see the city as it took full form, he turned away. Guess he wasn't ready to stare at her backside too. Thalia aside, below is what the city looked like as we spread out, breaking left and right.  It was weird to have the gate empty and unguarded. And then we saw the Yellow Bull.  Turns out he and my Red Bull have some history, and the Yellow Bull was guarding the gate (more or less, with other things distracting him). He and his left our world for this one, rather than fight for Thera, though it probably would not have changed the end.  The Red Bull still has some anger over being abandoned. Well, here we were, to face who knows what evil, disorder or chaos.

Os. Frost, snow and ice and blazing sunlight, going south it didn't get any better from the way it had been. I'll write more when there is some place not covered with blood to write. Too much magic.  Urgh.

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