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[Lophus Rahl]

At the mention of the other that had looked upon them, his senses snapped on guard and he felt the presence when he had entered the grave site.
Bring him to me.
It was the silent command to those who had happened upon their visitor. He hadn't known who the fellow was, but he wouldn't have them being too strict against someone who had just paid their respect to his parents. He allowed the fire in his right hand to extinguish as they approached the Confessor's Palace. He always felt a chill run down his spine whenever he laid his eyes on it.

 

[Galapagos James]

Darken acknowledged Nora with the briefest nod of his head. She did a well-enough job that he allowed her to be more flexible and under less control then other guards. But she, like him, tooks the duties up beyond the normal defenses of the Lord Rahl, so being eccentric was not as damaging as it could be.

Darken picked up immediately on the Lord Rahl's shift in presence and body language. Following along, he saw the cause of it and sighed. Guarding the Lord Rahl is never easy, he decided. What was the point in making decisions when they would be immediately countered?

Darken pulled a knife into his hand, lazilly spinning it as he followed the party. Once this business was done, he'd go to his room, and get some real sleep, instead of standing guard outside Lophus's or Amara's room in sleep rotations with their guards, he decided.  

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A curt nod was sent in Darken's direction to acknowledge him back, the gesture taking the place of a usual crooked grin that she often settled upon any of those closer to she and the siblings they guarded. A slight tick was obvious in her brow as she took to gazing at her surroundings a bit more thoroughly. The fact that she had given the Mother Confessor and Lord Rahl proper space to do their mourning and thus missed a potential threat was alarming and a bit unsettling. Nora was vigilant, and indeed she knew that if the potential attacker had even tried to get closer to the siblings she would have dispatched them, or at least taken them into her custody, before a breath of malevolence could leave their lungs, but even in that assurance she resolved to redouble her efforts even on this of all days.  

[WEEB_QUEEN]

Amara silently looked up when she spotted Nora coming closer as they left the graveyard and headed back inside the Confessor's Palace. She forced a calm smile as she gave the woman a polite nod. Nora had always been there for her when she needed her, and Amara knew that even now, Nora was giving her the proper space she desired to deal with her mourning. Amara sneezed once more as she watched Darken and Nora exchange curt, swift nods, but remained silent.
Amara was not at all feeling well at the present. She was miserable, and her body language showed it. Her shoulders slouched as she walked along, following her brother's lead, and she hung her head, watching her feet as she shuffled along. The rain had yet to cease, and only continued to drench her further. The early spring rains were not at all enjoyable, especially when they caused the temperatures to cool. Amara glanced skyward as a rumble of thunder resounded through the valley.
She rubbed her hands together as a chill ran through her body, returning her attention to the task at hand.
She knew she would soon have to sober up, and become focused, resolute. There were important matters at hand that had to be dealt with.
" Let us hurry and be on our way into the palace,"
Amara finally spoke up, her voice laced with authority. " We may all dry off and get a hot meal, I give you all an two hours to as you must to eat, warm up, bathe, when those two hours are up, you are all to join me in the council room of the Confessor's," Amara paused as she made clear all understood her orders. It was evident the anger bottled up inside of her was boiling forth.
She gave her brother a calm look as she suddenly took the lead, heading back inside the palace.  

[Galapagos James]

Darken broke off from the group then, trusting in the others to take care of whatever was needed. He himself was more worried about getting out of the wet and cold. He was not disappointed that his plans were being delayed. Such was how life often turned out.

Darken split off, going along back corridors to the small room he kept in the Confessor's Palace.

Once the door was closed and he was alone, he sat down, and allowed himself a private moment.  

[Calintz the Doppelganger]

Calintz sighed as he waited in the cell, which they had put him in. It wasn’t all that bad, he was the only one in it. It wasn't really a cell, they had put him in a room and locked him in. He guessed they stationed guards outside the door, too. The problem was they had taken his swords, hunting knife, and the knife that was hidden in his belt, but the worse of it was they had also token the two pouches with the strange sands away. He could only hope they didn’t throw them out.

He had been told to wait here until summoned for, which he wasn’t sure when that would be. They didn’t answer his question as to why he had been arrested, but he did have a pretty good idea. “…I shouldn’t have been watching them at the graveyard… Oh well, to late to change it.” He said to himself, as he got up and walked over to a small table in the corner of the room. He sat at the table and started eating some bread, which they had been kind enough to leave. He had just finished up his glass of ale, when a knock came from the door.  

[First Wizard Zorander]

The soft murmur in the air slowly grew louder. The air in the stone room got heavy and warm. It was like being in a slow heating pot that just kept getting warmer and warmer. The air seemed to vibrate a little with the increasing humming sound that was now turning into a small buzz.

The hair on his arms stood on end and he could feel his skin start to tingle. He let the magic course over him, inspecting him, studying him. A light red vapor rose from the book laid out on the table and hovered a moment in the air. Slowly, it drifted towards him. As it reached him, it thickened. He could feel it like it had a mind of its own as it tenderly caressed his gift deep inside him.

Suddenly, his throat slammed shut and his mind caught in a still moment like a portrait before being hurled though the walls of the keep and drifting like an arrow over land, sea, and through the sky. The magic carried him over vast lands until suddenly plummetting into the earth and stopping in complete darkness.

Zedd hung in this place waiting for what would happen next. He could see the red vapor sliding away from him out into the blackness until it eventually vanished. After a moment or two, a white dot appeared, hanging in the air in the distance. Then slowly more, some close, some far. Lines appeared between some while others were left on their own. They were everywhere around him. It was a wonder like he had never seen.

After studying them a moment, he could begin to see things in them---shapes.

Then he understood. Dear spirits, Richard had been right.  

[Lophus Rahl]

At his sister's discretion, Lophus made his way straight to the council chamber. He would wait there for the guards to bring him the one they had captured in the grave area. The newest addition to the chambers was a statue made from the marble found in Altur'Rang. It was of his father and mother, two extrordinary people who changed the world. He laid a cool hand on the stone as the guards knocked on the main door. His voice rang clear summoning them forth with the prisoner.
"Enter."
With a slight shove they let him in and on the table was everything they had found on their charge. Lophus didn't very much like having too many guards around, but since the newest threat had arrived, they wouldn't let him be.

 

[WEEB_QUEEN]

Amara had gone off on her own for a time, returning to the comfort and silence of her own room within the Confessor's Palace. Hers was the largest and by far the most grand room within the palace, and was usually guarded heavily at all times when she was within her own room, which wasn't very often anymore. Amara had wanted to be completly alone, except for Nora, her ever vigilant Mord-Sith guard and friend who was a like a sister to her. Amara had allowed Nora to enter her room with her for the time being, though Amara had wasted no time in doing what she needed. Bathing quickly, Amara gave herself little time to relax in the large white marble tub. She had bathed in hot water scented with lavender oil, which had given her washroom a pleasant scent.
She wasted no time after, dressing quickly as she threw on a clean Mother Confessor's dress. She had several of them, just in case something happened to one of the others. The silky texture of the cloth formed to her body. The confessor's dress looked good on her, as it should.
Amara sighed heavily as she stood before a tall mirror in her room, combing out her hair as quickly as she could, ignoring the pain it brought her when she ran into knots and tangles in her hair. With no more time to spare, or any time that she could have spent relaxing, Amara strode out of her room. Nora would surely be following close behind as she usually did without fail. Amara and Nora had come to know each other quite well over time, and Nora's friendship had always been there whenever Amara needed it, even when others were not.
Amara took long strides down the lengthy corridors before reaching the council room, which was one floor below her own quarters.
Pausing before the tall, polished oaken doors, Amara silently listened. Her brother was inside the room, with their little bird of a prisoner it seemed. Immediately upon entering the room, Amara replaced her calm mask with that of the mask of the Mother Confessor as she skirted around a large D'Haran soldier before going to stand behind her brother, her stony emerald optics resting upon all that lay upon the long table before them, holding all the things their spy must have been carrying with him.
Amara's gaze turned up to give her brother a soft smile, even if for the briefest of moments, and then it was gone again as she turned her attention to they're prisoner.

" Who are you, and what cause have you to be carrying all these...weapons and such upon you, and why, were you spying on us." Amara's voice was as calm as ever, yet cold and menacing all at the same time.
If there was one thing she got from her father, Richard, it was his fierce rage that could be hidden so easily behind a frighteningly calm facade. As she awaited an answer, her gaze swept the council room, but did not find who she was looking for. Amara wondered silently where Darken was.
 

[Galapagos James]

Darken had sat for about five minutes before raising himself up again. He sighed, and stripped out of his wet cloithes, only taking the time to dry himself before putting on fresh clothes: the brown leather uniform of a D'haran soldier. He simply didn't have any extras of his normal wear. He left his normal clothes to dry, taking only his mother's Agiel with him.

Instead of heading directly to the Council Room, Darken took a roundabout path that intersected a large number of patrol paths, the offices of the senior officers in charge of the soldiers in Aydindril, and the kitchens.

His meal was dried meat and some bread. Not much, but more then enough to keep him going for a day if need be. He was just finishing the last of it when he made his way to the Council Room. He slipped in, and glanced around the room. All the players had gotten here before him. Not surprising. But then again, he was nowhere near as important. He took up a position near the doors, folding his arms behind his back and falling into the easy posture he could maintain for hours.

He disliked this. Too forward. He would have preferred to bring the man in on his own. A few simple questions, maybe a tail on him when he left. But life was never simple. His eyes turned to Amara. Never simple at all.  

[Lophus Rahl]

Lophus turned and gave Amara a look that said he could handle this. He had already had his own suspicions about the man, but his curiousity had been flared by the two pouches he had carried with him. They had seemed all too familiar when he first laid his eyes on them, but could not place where he had last seen them. He stepped away from the statue and strode to the table where he placed both hands down and leaned towards the man awaiting his answer.

 

[Calintz the Doppelganger]

Calintz looked up at the new Lord Rahl, Caharin’s son, and then to the Caharin’s daughter, the new Mother Confessor, as she entered the room. He admitted to himself this was not how he had planned to meet them, but life never really goes as planned. He was thinking about what he was going to say when he heard the Mother Confessor speak.

“My name is Calintz, I’m a Blade-Master of the Baka Ban Mana tribe. Your father was our savior, the Caharin. That explains why I carry those weapons, as for the pouches…they were given into our protection after the war, by Caharin.” He paused a minute to let it sink-in, then continued. “Caharin asked us to watch over the land between Old World and New World, where the Great Barrier use to be. But also to protect the ruins of the towers that holds the strange sands, and those pouches.” Paused again, then continued. “We were told to hold them until a need arose, our Spirit Woman’s vision told us the need was now. So that is why I’m here with those pouches, and that’s why I was watching you both.”
 

[WEEB_QUEEN]

Amara watched Calintz with great interest as he spoke. By the expression upon the man's face, he was around her age, or perhaps even her brother's age. Hearing his tale, the cold expression within her emerald optics began to fade, and the mask of the Mother Confessor seemed to nearly vanish as she gave him a gentle smile, the kind and loving smile of the Mother Confessor. The smile of the Mother Confessor gazing upon one of her many children.
Amara had ignored her brother's look from before, the look that told her all to well that he had the situation under control, but she still desired to help. And she was glad she had ignored him now, having heard Calintz's story.
Her father had told them about Calintz's people, and their spirit woman, as well as the child her father had the woman keep. Her father had admired Du Chaillu, he had said she had been a strong woman, like her mother, Kahlan.
At the mention of the towers, and the two twin bags, Amara glanced back to the table, examining once more all the contents that lay upon it.
It was then her emerald gaze came to rest upon two twin satchels, one next to the other.
Her gaze was riveted by these bags, knowing full well what their contents held.
It was then that Amara looked up, waving off the guards, motioning them to take up positions around the room, but to give Calintz some space.
With the story he had told, and with eyes like his, Amara trusted Calintz, even against what might have been her brother's better judgment.
Her father would have trusted Calintz as well. Amara found it hard not to believe him, and with one look into his eyes, Amara knew that it seemed impossible for one like him to lie.

" Thank you Calintz, as you know I am the Mother Confessor," she paused to smile at him, as she lifted a hand near her brother, " And this is the Lord Rahl, but furthermore, I believe giving you our names would be simpler, I am Amara Rahl, the Caharin's daughter." Amara then silenced, hoping her brother would be kind enough to introduce himself as well. After all, they were in the presence of one of the Baka Ban Mana tribe, the tribe their father had apparently entrusted the protection of the Wizard's sand. That action alone, said enough in itself.
Amara turned to her brother, giving him a reassuring smile. Stepping closer to her brother she leaned toward him and spoke in a firm tone. " Brother, do you not know what this means?," her eyes grew serious once more, and her face also reflected that seriousness as well, her gentle smile faded as her mind raced with a million thoughts about what could be done with the sand in the pouches. Their father had once spoke of the sand, and their powers, but had only instructed her brother in their use. Amara could use the sand, as her mother once had to save their father's life, but she prefered to leave such things in her brother's hands, he knew more about it than she.
Turning to face Calintz once more, she regarded him with a more gentle expression. " We apologize for how you were treated, but as I am sure you understand, we can take no precaution," she gave him a reassuring smile as she came around the table and leaned against the front of the table, leaning back upon her right arm.
" I did notice though...a strange bird in the sky as well," Amara's ressuring smile turned into a wiser, knowing smile as her emerald gaze remained fixed upon Calintz, only occassionally flickering over to Darken to give him a reassuring smile. He seemed...so out of place, or so that was how he acted, since he had come into the room in the very begining of the interrogation. Amara noticed he had his mother's Agiel with him. It was only fitting that upon this day he carry that Agiel with him.
" That bird was yours, was it not?," Amara smiled knowingly as she gazed into Calintz's eyes.
 

[Galapagos James]

Darken's eyes narrowed as the guards moved away. Darken ignored the Mother Confessor's order, and moved closer to Calintz, taking up position behind him. His arms were still held loose behind him, but he could reach out and grab the man before he could make a move, if he tried.

Amara may be ready to trust the man, but Darken was not, especially after the man had announced himself from the Baka Ban Mana, "those without masters."

It may be simple habit, or an acceptance that Lord Richard Rahl was dead. Or it may be that they wanted to test the Caharin's children the same way they tested him, by attempting to kill them.

Either way, he would only trust the man the same amount he trusted anyone who's loyalty he wasn't completely sure of: Not at all.  

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