Mirabelle

Mirabelle sat down in the worn chair. Risa’s was a local tavern that was usually frequented by the town locals rather than those traveling through Sandpoint. The air was heavy with the smell of pipe tobacco and Hutchuk, a traditional Varisian stew, both popular choices among the residents of Sandpoint. Ever since she had returned from the arcane academy, she had embraced her sorceress nature. Growing up, she had heard of Risa who had a reputation for far-fetched stories and claims that she was an active sorceress for a bit before settling in Sandpoint. Now, those claims did not seem so far fetched and Mirabelle had sought out Risa for any insight into what to expect as a sorceress.  “Old man Korvut’s son’s ghost was on Chopper’s Island. It was all so twisted.” Mirabelle exclaimed.

“He was never the same after his wife and son’s death.” said Risa as she took a sip from her tea. “I heard that you had Simon’s remains blessed by Abbot Zantus.” she continued.

Mirabelle nodded, saying, “The Abbot says that Simon is at rest and that Das need no longer fear for his son’s fate.” as she took the glass of wine that Vodger had brought over. The wine was of average quality but the best she could order without seeming pretentious. At home, Lord Scarnetti would never have anything so unremarkable at the house. One of the things Mirabelle appreciated about Risa’s and the customers here, were how she was treated as a normal person rather than a representative for one of the powerful families. She continued, “We are taking some time to rest and recover.”

“Good, good…” Risa trailed off. “Adventuring can be exciting but you can get swept up in the action and lose sight of your goals.” Risa jangled some of the bracelets on her hand and the said, “I have some information about the children you were asking about.” Mirabelle, leaned forward slightly, eager to find out what Risa had learned. The Varisian elder continued, “A yellow letter Y has been painted above the doors of most of those families. The parents are quick to erase the letter, but from what I have overheard, it is men who seem the most concerned.”

Mirabelle had no idea how the yellow “Y” was significant but it would seem somebody knew something about the illegitimate children. Now Mirabelle had to figure out how she could talk with the parents of each of the families. Since Mirabelle had grown up in Sandpoint, she knew most of the parents, but talking about such a sensitive topic was going to be challenging.

Ameiko was brought out of her thoughts when Mirabelle walked into the bay where the light through the window bathed the floor in a cascade of colors. Looking back at Ameiko, Mirabelle said, “I think I would like to make this into an artists’ collective. Since your family designed this place to accommodate glass blowing, it would be pretty easy to widen the kind of artwork that is done here.”

Looking up at the window, Ameiko thought back to the number of times she had gazed through this window or one of the others and felt the wash of colors on her face. Ameiko and Mirabelle had know each other for over 10 years, as their houses were next to each other. Sure it was a walk from one estate to another, but the two had grown up running over to the other's house. In recent years, Mirabelle has been gone at school and even before that she was more interested in dressing up. But in their childhood, they had many seasons of fun together.  Looking at Mirabelle standing in the light, Ameiko saw what drew other to the young lady. Ameiko was attractive, but in an exotic way, due to her parents being from Tian Xia. In contrast, Mirabelle was staggeringly beautiful, like a fine statue come to life. Even on the way over, Ameiko saw how men would stop what they were doing and their mouths would fall open like those wide mouth fish. Beyond her looks, Mirabelle exuded a sense of possibility. While Ameiko was dwelling on her family misfortunes, everything seemed to be going right for the auburn haired girl. A part of Ameiko knew that Mirabelle had doubts. As children, Mirabelle had confided in Ameiko that she felt she always was being tested by Lord Scarnetti. In later years, it was clear that Lady Scarentti was frequently agitated by Mirabelle’s presence. But, to Ameiko, those factors just confirmed the Scarnetti ward was navigating her challenges successfully.

Stepping over some broken glass, Mirabelle continued, “Once everything is cleaned up, I can put word out and I believe artists will be interested. If we are lucky, maybe a glassblower or two.” 

Ameiko thought, “Luck will have nothing to do with it.” Out loud, Ameiko said, “There has always been a high demand for glasswork my father and his workers produced, even from as far away as Ustalov.” Ameiko up-righted a chair that had been knocked over. “I think my father’s dark thoughts made his work suffer and his designs less popular.” 

Mirabelle moved to one of the firing chambers and said, “Pottery could be an option too. But I also love paintings.”

Ameiko recalled the paintings that she had seen in the Scarnetti mansion. They were large and always seemed imposing. Lord Scanetti wasn't a friendly person and she supposed his taste in art reflected that. Ameiko’s shoulders sank a little as she thought of all the work her father had done to try and make this place successful and now that legacy would disappear. 

Mirabelle walked over to Ameiko and placed a hand on Ameiko’s hand. “I know this must be hard, but how about we keep the Kaijitsu name? People already associate the name with fine glasswork. I would just be adding some additional art styles.”

Ameiko paused for a moment and the said "I don’t know how does 5000 gp sound?”  

Mirabelle look in her purse seeing it full but not quite that full.   "Well it has been ransacked and there is a bit of work to do on it.  Would you consider a lower amount like 3000 gp?  I know it is a lot lower than your first offer and I don’t want to offend you but that is a bit outside my current funds.”  

Ameiko looked at her and said, "Let’s walk the building and I am sure we can come to a compromise somewhere in-between." by the way, she continued,  "your friend Corrath is using one of the outer rooms as a laboratory, will that be an issue?”  The two ladies continued to walk stepping over broken glass, pointedly ignoring the blood on the walls. Although the bodies have been taken and lain to rest, there was still evidence of the horrific events.  Passing through the door an entering the large chamber, Ameiko's eyes fell on the remains of an irregular glass piece that looked roughly like half of a face. She then gasped as she remembered that Mirabelle's friends had said that Tsuto poured molten glass over their father's head. 

It only took Mirabelle a moment to piece together Ameiko's line of thinking. Mirabelle took a quick step and kicked the partial casting, which went in a long shallow arc, hit the wall, and shattered into unrecognizable fragments, joining the rest of the debris. Mirabelle then put her arm through Ameiko's and turned the two of them back toward the furnace. "I think an artist's collective would be great for Sandpoint."

The color in Ameiko's face came back and she replied, "That would be something to see. My tavern, filled with paintbrush swashbucklers."

The two of them were lazily gazing at the furnace and suddenly Mirabelle  winced as a scream and the scent of smoke filled the air, and then rapidly looked about for the source. Ameiko looked at the Scarnetti ward, confused. Mirabelle said, "didn’t you hear the scream? Can’t you smell the smoke?” in higher pitch than normal. 

Ameiko slowly shook her head replying, "The furnaces have not been tended for a while and has cooled down; there's no smoke."

Then a wave of heat blasted the two of them as the furnace blazed alive and howling screams came echoing out. Ameiko grabbed Mirabelle's arm and rushed the two of them down the hall and out of the Glassworks.

Ameiko, with Mirabelle in tow, came to a stop outside. The sunlight and fresh sea air felt wholesome. Turning to Mirabelle, she said, "Ok, it is haunted, how does 2500 gp sound, as is?"

Lamashtan 12- Red Dog Smithy

Mirabelle pushed open the thick door to the blacksmith shop and was immediately taken aback by the acrid smell of burning metal. Das Korvut looked up from his forge and waved Mirabelle over to the side. After a few minutes of solid hammering, Das put down the strangely shaped hammer, and walked over. "You are the first of your friends to stop over. How can I help?"

Mirabelle, coughed a little and then said,"I am looking for something that could be both a rod and a weapon. Something unobtrusive but solid."

In his gravelly voice, Das said, "A simple light mace could be what you need. It doesn't have to be much more than a slightly flared metal shaft." He turned and grabbed a metal bar. "See, something like this with a slightly larger head." 

Mirabelle reached out and took the bar in her hand. "Yes this would be ideal. Can it be made with silver embedded? I was talking with Risa and she said that you should always have a silver weapon. Really, I am hoping to one day enchant it in a way that helps my magic, but this seems prudent."

Das rubbed his chin and said, "I am happy to make this but I didn't figure on the added cost of special metals."

Mirabelle replied quickly, "Oh no, I would never impose like that. I will happily reimburse you for those costs."

"Well in that case, I would be honored to help the heroes who brought peace to my family." Das tried to smile but the sadness in his voice was unmistakable.

Covered by a large sheet, her harp was still in the corner where she had last played it right before she left for the Twilight Academy. The Scarnetti's had been gracious enough to acquire a harp when Mirabelle was nine and she had been eager to prove her value after the strange illness during the prior year. From the age of nine until she left for the Academy at 15, the Scarnetti's had arranged for her to study the harp and lute.  She had applied herself diligently and her instructors were generally pleased with her efforts. Pulling the fabric off the harp, Mirabelle folded the sheet, and set it on the chair nearby. She ran her fingers lightly across the longest strings and was surprised when the notes came out low and in tune. A satisfied smile blossomed on her face as she sat down and tilted the harp's shoulder in close to her. 

Mirabelle began playing and as the notes rang out, she felt as if she was floating. Here in her home, safe and orderly, she could let her guard down. Her fingers played over the strings and the music became a bubble that encapsulated and supported her. Buoyed by the moment, she closed her eyes and focused on recalling the composition correctly.

Over the music, Mirabelle heard the sound of footsteps. Looking to a door, she saw Lady Scarnetti enter and then move to the divan and sit. Lady Scarnetti had always appreciated music, and Mirabelle suspected Lady Scarnetti was the reason she had been granted music lessons as a child. Mirabelle closed out the song with a light flourish and looked over. 

Lady Scarnetti, said, "It's been a long time since I heard you play. Have you been keeping up at school?" 

"At first, yes." Mirabelle replied. "I found a harp I was able to use for a little bit, but then it was removed. It's been a while since I played."

Lady Scarnetti, smoothed out the folds of her dress, "I am concerned about your activities with your new 'friends'. From what I have heard, your group has had a series of dangerous encounters."

Mirabelle, looked down, not sure what to say. 

Lady Scarnetti continued, "You are young, beautiful, and talented. It is reckless to be doing such things. It will be easy to find you a suitor. Within a year, you could be married and settled in a house of your own."

Mirabelle looked up, "I know it's dangerous, but so far these people have been good to me."

"You don't know anything about them, They are not one of us. They might be satisfied sleeping out in the wild and nursing injuries just so they can risk themselves again, but there is no reason you should settle for that lifestyle." 

Mirabelle stood up and looked out the window at the waves. "It's not that. I want more. I want the power and influence to know that I never have to depend on someone else again."

Lady Scarnetti also stood and walked over, "You have never been a burden, even when we arranged for you to go to the Academy that was not because you were an imposition." 

Mirabelle turned to Lady Scarnetti, and said," This family has been good to me, I know that. But even in the little bit of time I have spent with this new group, I feel myself becoming something...more."

Lady Scarnetti put her hand on the window sill. "Lord Scarnetti and I settled in Sandpoint so that we could provide a safe and comfortable life for ourselves and eventually you children as well. What you are doing goes against everything we sought to do."

Mirabelle turn to her surrogate mother, "I want to do this. I want to see what I am capable of becoming. If I don't do this now, I think you are right, I probably will settle for a good marriage and a nice household. Who knows, I may end up there anyways, but before that I want to find out how far I can go."

Sarphena knew the young lady as a a member of the Scarnetti household, although not one of the actual children. It was unusual to find a member of the founding families shopping for food stuffs. Sunlight reflected off the young lady's dress, making it hard not to notice her, but at the same time difficult to view her clearly.  As Mirabelle got closer, she stepped under one of the market's awnings and Sarphena was better able to see her. Mirabelle had grown into a beautiful young woman. Even when she was younger, it was obvious she was going to be stunning. Sarphena could recall Mirabelle, as a youth, standing close to Lord and Lady Scarnetti and their three, younger, actual children. Mirabelle's flawless skin, piercing violet eyes, and perfectly balanced facial features were early signals that she would turn heads when she was older. 

She didn't know Mirabelle that well, but she felt a connection to the young lady. One of her own children was almost the same age as Mirabelle and they has been at the Turandarok Academy at the same time for a little bit before her daughter left to begin working. Sarphena couldn't recall clearly but maybe the two children had been friends for a while. 

Mirabelle moved surprisingly close and said in a quiet voice, "I was hoping we might be able to talk" and then switched to examining the barrel of wheat.

Sarphena used a scoop and heaped a fair amount of the barley into a small sack. She couldn't think of what she and Mirabelle had in common but said, "Of course," paused and then said, "about what?"

Mirabelle looked around and then said, "I am investigating these yellow letter A's that are appearing above peoples doors. I was told one had been drawn above your household, but then your husband quickly got rid of it."

Sarphena's hand began to tremble,"Mirabelle, there are some questions that don't need to be asked. We should just forget about it."

"I am only asking", Mirabelle replied, "because it could be important. The town has already had an attack by goblins and been threatened by Nualia's quest for vengeance. I think there may be another plot to hurt the town and the letter's might be linked to it."

Sarphena moved to the herb rack and Mirabelle quickly followed. Sarphena, sighed in frustration, and then said, "You don't know what its like to not have enough. I promise you we have never taken anything from Lord Scarnetti." 

Mirabelle leaned back, hoping that Sarphena would take that as a sign that she was not pressuring her.

Saraphena continued, "We aren't proud of it, but our children deserve the kind of chances you have had. Not that they will ever have the things you have."

In a quiet voice Mirabelle said, "I'm not judging, I just want to make sure the town is safe." Mirabelle could see that Saraphena's eyes were tearing up. 

Saraphena pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and dabbed her eyes. "I knew it was just a matter of time before someone found out." After a slow breath out and in she continued," There are times when we've taken things that weren't our to take. But that has been the only way we can give our children some of the things they deserve."

Mirabelle interjected, "Sarphena, I want you to know that I don't plan to use this information. But it seems somebody knows and might use it against you. Please come to me if something happens or you learn more about who is doing this."

Saraphena look at Mirabelle and nodded. "I have to get home. My youngest is probably doing something he shouldn't."

Footsteps on the dock made Bianca turn around and she was surprised to see the sawmill owner's ward, coming towards her. "Good morning. Its Bianca, right?" called the young woman.
Bianca replied, "Yes, Miss Mirabelle, how can I help you?" Bianca knew that Mirabelle was a ward of Lord Scarnetti but not one of the children. However, she represented the family that owned the mill and was responsible for her job. Bianca had also recently seen Mirabelle spending time in Risa's Place sitting at the table with old lady Risa. She supposed the rich get to rub elbows with all the important people. Still, Bianca didn't mind Mirabelle's presence, she felt warmly comfortable talking with the pretty girl, and the river sounds in the background made everything seem easygoing.

Mirabelle came to a stop close to Bianca and said, "There have been a lot of problems threatening the town lately."

"Yes, Miss Mirabelle, I saw the damage the fire did at the White Deer from when the goblins attacked."

Mirabelle, nodded, "And then there were the killings associated with the priest's daughter."

Bianca, nodded in agreement, "I head about that, but I didn't know them folks."

"The priest and his daughter? Or the people who were killed?" Mirabelle asked.

"Well, neither. Mostly..." Bianca's voice trailing off. But Bianca did have a memory, from years ago, of herself hounding the priest's daughter because people said touching her would bring a blessing.

Mirabelle waited for Bianca to come back from whatever thought she was lost in. A moment passed and Bianca drew herself up again, "How can I help you?" she asked. Looking past Mirabelle, Bianca saw two of the men who worked the mill watching the two ladies. Bianca knew that Mirabelle had drawn the attention of pretty much all the men in the mill, but these two just couldn't help themselves. Years ago Bianca would have been the one drawing gazes but even then she could not compare to the Scarnetti ward. Mirabelle came from money, was classically beautiful, and it was becoming clear she had a sharp mind as well. 

Mirabelle drew in a deep breath and continued, "Someone has been going around putting yellow letter A's above people's doors. Your house was one of them." Mirabelle paused so that Bianca could take in the statement and then continued again. "Do you know why?"

"I couldn't rightly say, Miss Mirabelle." Bianca suddenly felt flush and wished for some logs to come into view so that she could get to work.

Mirabelle spoke in a more quiet voice, "As best as I can tell, the letters seem to involve people's indiscretions."
Bianca, felt sweat start to form on her forehead. "Look, I'm only saying this cause ladies like us...we have to look out for each other.  Men are going to come to you saying the nicest things but you got to be careful. And the richer they are, the more they promise, but they never deliver."

Mirabelle looked out over the river. She could tell Bianca was building up to say something.

In a hushed voice, Bianca said, "I'm not trying to be nosy, but has Lord Scarnetti ever tried anything with you?"

Mirabelle took a step back, putting out her hands. "No I mean I've seen him look at me 'that way' but he's never..." Mirabelle trailed off.

Bianca interjected, "Years ago, Lord Scarnetti used to spend more time in the sawmill. When a rich, powerful man pays attention to you, its nice. And he is my boss, so you know..."

"I think I get the idea."

"It was good while it lasted, but eventually it ended how it usually ends."

Mirabelle looked at Bianca with a questioning look.

"Oh girl you got some learning to do. My belly got full and he drifted off."

"Are you saying that Lord Scarnetti is the father?"

"Uh huh, my middle one. If you were to see her, you'd see it." 

Recovering from the shock, Mirabelle asked, "Does she know?"

"No and she shouldn't. My job here keeps food on the table so she don't need to be causing trouble that might end it."

For a moment, the two of them stood in silence. The breeze brought the sounds of the town and the faint din of the Rusty Dragon could be heard.

Mirabelle cocked her head, "Is there anything else you can tell me about the letter above your door?

Binaca looked up, clearly trying to remember something. "Well, that night, I heard the pounding. When I went to the window I saw a person running off in a yellow cloak."

Mirabelle said, "You didn't happen to see their face, did you?"

Bianca replied, "No, and the cloak made it too hard to tell if it was even a man or a woman. All I can say is that the person was human sized."

The gnome followed Kyrim's gaze and noticed the woman as well, although, from his seat at the table, it was difficult to see through the mass of bodies. Kyrim put down his tankard, clapping it hard on the table. "I could mess that dress up, huh!" He continued after a moment, "Excuse me. Someone needs my attention." Picking up his ale, he moved toward the bar. Kyrim thought through a couple of opening remarks that could work. He was smooth with people and despite his penchant for drinking a lot, he knew he had a keen mind. Arriving at the bar he settled on, "I, like everyone else, couldn't help but notice you walk in." He put his tankard on the bar next to the lady. When she did not immediately move away, he leaned on the bar so as not to tower over her, lest he appear intimidating. 

Mirabelle, swept her hair back and looked at him, saying, "You are right. I usually don't spend much time here at the Hagfish." 

The way she said that made Kyrim think she was a local, but he wasn't familiar with her. He had moved to Sandpoint some years ago but the truth was that he was frequently out serving on the crew of a ship. Sandpoint might be where his residence is, but his home was always going to be on the water. He motioned to Jargie, the one legged bar owner and said, "I'll buy her drink." The bar owner arched one eyebrow and then shrugged his shoulders and said to Mirabelle, "What would you like?"

Mirabelle said, "A mug of mead is fine." and then turned to look at Kyrim. She continued, "You have lived here for a while but seem to come and go."

Kyrim was a little surprised at the, almost investigative nature of the question, but responded, "True, the water is where I am most comfortable," and with one hand he added a tilt of his tri-corner hat to add emphasis to the sailor's life, then continued, "but it doesn't mean there aren't comforts to be had in port." He moved closer to Mirabelle.

The barkeep placed the mug in front of Mirabelle and then moved back to a larger cluster of customers. Mirabelle took the mug, sipped and then placed it back on the bar. She turned around and leaned back a little, placing both elbows on the bar. "Well strange things have been happening in town. Perhaps you were away." she said. 

Kyrim did recall his wife saying something about a murder spree but he had long since learned to take everything she said with a grain of salt. She was busy with their three kids. He would find his wife when he first came back to town but most nights in port he preferred to be at the tavern where the mood was jovial and  opportunities to meet an attractive woman were possible.  Kyrim maneuvered to put his hand on the bar on the other side of Mirabelle, effective trapping her between his body and the bar. "I couldn't really say. Perhaps we could go somewhere and you could tell me more about it?" Kyrim focused his view on Mirabelle's eyes, which were an enchanting violet. He continued, "You really are a beautiful lady. I'm glad I was here to protect you from the old men who, no doubt would be bothering you."

Kyrim felt a tug on his shoulder and, reluctantly, turned to see one of his ship mates, holding a tankard, looking at him. His crew mate leaned toward him and said, "That's a Scarnetti.", then turn away and join a small group of sailors at a table. Kyrim's head snapped back to the young woman between the bar and himself. He let go of the bar, took a step back and muttered, "You could have led with your name you know."

Mirabelle laughed, and replied, "Actually, I am Lord Scarnetti's ward. His three children bear his name. But it is fair to say that I am in his household."

Kyrim, flustered by this new development shot back, "I'm sure you are. I'll bet he has all sorts of ideas on how you can be part of the household."

Mirabelle, didn't rise to the insult. Instead, she took another sip of mead and then said, "I heard your household had a letter A painted above the door. I get the feeling that it is associated with people who stray from faithful relationships." 

Kyrim felt ambushed by the question, but was too tipsy to make total sense of the statement. In slightly slurred speech he said, "Um, yeah its true but I don't think that's any reason to post a letter detailing my faults."

Mirabelle paused and took another sip from her mug. "What, do you mean a letter?" 

Kyrim shook his head, "no, I mean uh..."

Quickly, Mirabelle said, "If you kept that letter, we could make it worth your while to let us see it."

Kyrim stopped and it was clear he was trying to work something through his mind. "Whatever people think of me, I would point out that everything has been consensual. What is so wrong about bringing goods that people demand? No one gets hurt, everyone is happy." 

Mirabelle turned her head and looked at the sailor group that Kyrim appeared to be a part of. "As if you only had one bad habit."

"Now wait. My company is never forced and always enjoyed." and winked at Mirabelle.

Mirabelle rolled her eyes. "I have business that I have to attend to but we may seek you out at a later time." Mirabelle turned to the bar keep and called out, "I'll pay for his next three drinks." and started to move towards the door.

Jargie Quinn nodded, saying "Yes Miss Mirabelle, have a good evening."

Neth 23- Anton reveals a new creation

Mirabelle walked down the hall of Kaijistsu Manor, in which the group had been staying. Despite being nearly abandoned for some time, the place was beautiful. Mirabelle remembered Ameiko's mother from when she would occasionally visit the family in their Sandpoint mansion and Lady Kaijistsu was always very proper. This place had a similar preciseness. It's beauty came from its overall design, everything was thoughtfully arranged and there was plenty to draw the eye, but little in the way of obsequious ornamentation. The whole house had an uplifting character, and stood in stark contrast to the Scarnetti mansion in which Mirabelle grew up. Walking through a blaze of warm sunlight that came through one of the spectacular windows Mirabelle saw the door that was her destination.

Mirabelle knocked on the door and Anton's voice called out in answer. "Come in." Anton had taken over this room for his lodging. But as Mirabelle entered, it was clear he had other ideas in mind. Pots of paint were lined up along a bench. On the other side of the room were mystical accoutrements dispersed on the floor. In the center of the room an easel was set up where now a framed painting, with its back to Mirabelle, rested on the crossbar. 

Mirabelle looked at Anton, appraising his physical status. "You look much better, compared to when we left Underbridge."

Anton shifted so that he could see Mirabelle around the painting. "I shudder to think what would have happened had we entered the Clock Tower from the bottom." Mirabelle held out the tray she was carrying which held an assortment of bread, cut meats and an apple. "We missed you at dinner. Would you like something to eat?" said Mirabelle.

Anton waved his hands, which were an amalgam of colors, and replied,"I was finishing a painting. After last night I just had to get down what I witnessed." He motioned for Mirabelle to come around to the front of the easel, clearly intent on showing her what he had been working on. 

Mirabelle set the tray down on the desk that had papers filled with partially drawn charcoal sketches. Looking at the canvas, she saw that it was a painting of the combat from the previous night. The scene had Xanesha and some of the party, battling at the edge of the Shadow Clock. Mirabelle, exclaimed, "I love it. That is so vivid!" 

The painting had the twins and Corrath moving to entrap Xanesha. Her large frame was on top of the Shadow Clock, but a part of her tail disappeared over the edge. In the scene, the frenetic activity was counter balanced by the dark angel statue that stood, indifferent to all action. The muted background matched the despondent mood that permeated Underbridge and the whole painting made you feel like it was about to rain. Anton then said, "Just wait. Read the inscription at the bottom."

Mirabelle looked at the bottom of the frame and saw there was a small metal plaque. Fine letters in a dark metal read, "Xanesha meets her end. -Anton Grova 4713" As Mirabelle read the inscription, the room was suddenly  filled with a vision of the scene from the top of the Shadow Clock. The room became a full scale version of a moment in time during the fight. Taken aback, Mirabelle stumbled a little, and then steadied herself. "This amazing, how did you do this?" 

Anton felt his face begin to turn red with embarrassment. He wanted to tell her that she didn't know what wonderful really was. He wanted to tell her how her presence made him see colors differently. Just looking at Mirabelle, he saw a faint nimbus of light surrounding her and he could taste strawberries. Instead, he paused for a moment to regain his composure and then said, "I serve my faith by advocating for beauty. At first, I think people will be shocked by the visceral experience of such dangers. But I think it will help people appreciate the beauty of peaceful moments. A statue of a grand hero can be made more heartfelt by showing the kinds of dangers heroes overcome." 

Mirabelle nodded, then said, "This is exactly why I wanted to start the Artists' Collective. Artists' like you offer the world so much. We have to show the others. Your first exhibition is going to be legendary. "

Abasius 1- Return to Magnimar

As Mirabelle cast the teleportation spell, she reached out and quickly touched Anton, Mark and Corrath. The magical effect felt like a wind blowing in a curve around them. She could feel the presence of the mystical energy and then in an instant they were all standing on the terrace of Kaijitsu Manor, looking out over the cliff's edge. Anton was the first to speak and simply said, "Amazing." The group moved into the mansion, carrying a good portion of the loot they had found in the recent days. Corrath and Luke were going to stay in Magnimar and sell the unwanted treasure. Mirabelle looked at Anton and could already tell he was day dreaming up a new art piece in his mind. She called, out to him, "Anton, I was hoping you could check on some of the people who were helping build the Artists' Collective."

Anton focused his view on Mirabelle and said, "Of course. I need to prepare to do a tattoo for Zap but I will be able to meet with people."

"Thank you, I'm not even staying the night. I just want to check and see if the merchants were able to find some of the voidglass I was telling you about." said Mirabelle. She continued, "I am going to go back later and take the others to Kaer Maga. If something happens, try to find a way to contact me. After all, I can now be here in an instant." Mirabelle laughed as she said that, still a little overwhelmed by the power of teleportation.

Anton replied, "Be safe and I will see you in a week." He stood looking at Mirabelle's aura and felt she was looking more blue that usual. His time with the Sandpoint Six was changing him. He saw a lot of thing differently now, including her. She was still beautiful beyond words but she seem to be more imposing than when he first met her. He nodded a small bow to Mirabelle and then lifted the sack filled with ogre hooks and entered the house through the large double doors.

Abadius 4- First steps toward Mwangi Expanse

Mirabelle withdrew her hand from Zap's head and said, "That is surreal. How long has it been since you were there?" 

"Five years, but it has been a cursed site for over thirty. I don't know how many people have tested themselves there." replied Zap.

 Zap had describe this location as a massive forge site that had become overrun by elemental influences. The owners eventually gave up trying to recover the facility and the place become a test of sorts for young adventurers. In particular, sorcerers, wizards, elementalists, and other who were inclined toward electricity, would hazard the denizens that were drawn to the area. Zap had said the place drew strange creatures to it and that they, in turn could threaten the city nearby. As a consequence, Cheliax had a standing reward for people who would deal with these threats. Mirabelle still had the fresh images of the metal foundry, but with lighting shooting between structural elements. strange creatures that she could not identify could be seen deep within the structure of the neglected equipment.

Zap looked at Alaysha and Laesin, and said, "You need to be ready. We could arrive and get attacked immediately." The four adventures hoisted their packs and then the three others looked at Mirabelle and nodded.

Again Mirabelle uttered the mystical words and the curving wind wrapped around her and the others. A moment later she, Zap, Laesin, and Alaysha  were at the building that Zap had envisioned through the Share Memory spell. The air was warmer that Kaer Maga, and smelled of the sea. But unlike the vision, the building was now festooned with a wide variety of vendor stalls. A merchant, apparently of rugs, stood absolutely still watching the heroes with a look of complete surprise on his face. The four of them made a quick exit, suspecting it was only a matter of time before city guards would show up. 

The walk between the Foundry and the city took 2 hours. The group entered through a city gate and were briefly stopped by a guard, who had looked bored until he saw Mirabelle. Clearly desperate to make an impression, he quickly let the four heroes pass without hassle. 

The bard they found in Kaer Maga had been able to tell the group about Westcrown. Apparently it used to be the capital of Cheliax for hundreds of years but the current king had moved the capital further inland. As a result Westcrown was described as a city in decline. From what Mirabelle could see, however, there was still plenty of grandeur to be seen. The four adventurers stopped at a conveniently placed inn right off the main thoroughfare. It clearly was designed to appeal to travelers. Tables were spaced far apart and most had a partially walled off section so that a group could temporarily store their packs or gear safely.  Through the open archway entrance, Mirabelle saw multi-story homes line the street on which they had arrived. The sounds from the city seemed similar to Magnimar. Through the arch, Mirabelle caught the brief appearance of people as they walked into view and then disappear again when the stepped passed the opening of the arch way. The inn also served an impressive variety of food, likely a choice to accommodate a wide range of customers. 

After lunch, They group stepped out onto the street and stopped to get their beings. The clothes people wore here were different. While the bright colors were familiar, there was an angularity to the designs that made the clothes seem exotic. The city was massive with tall buildings everywhere. Magnimar had some tall buildings, but here they were everywhere. Moreover, the buildings had a variety of styles suggesting that they had been built in different eras. Mirabelle knew that she only had a day or two to find a suitable location to reference for future teleportation.

Abadius 24- Mirabelle and Eliyse are reunited

Eliyse sat on the back of the wagon, shivering from fright. She was not prepared for how awful the aftermath of a fight could be. She had been stuck inside a large sack and couldn't see when her "sister" and her friends came to their rescue. Her mind played glimpses of the last hour. She remembered the dragon landing on top of the family mansion and breath a gout of flame that lit parts of the roof on fire. At the time she has thought herself lucky for hiding at the Deverin house, across the road, where she had planned to meet the boy she was fond of, but he never appeared. Then the staff told her to hide because monsters were coming. She had squeezed herself into a cabinet, thinking she would be safe.  When she began hearing screams from the staff and then their abrupt silence she began crying.  She knew she had to be quiet but her gasping sobs gave her away. The door was ripped off by something strong and large rough hands yanked her out faster than she ever thought possible. The ogre was hideous and powerful and she almost lost consciousness from fright as it dragged her out of the house and threw her into a waiting beat-up wagon. She had wanted to scream but was paralyzed with fright. Before she could think of anything to do, she was shoved into a large sack and thrown down on the bed of the wagon. 

Elsie was 13 and only four years younger than Mirabelle but in this moment, she felt like she was a five year old child. Mirabelle was talking with some of her friends and then turned and began heading over to where Elsie sat, feet dangling at the edge of the wagon. Past her adopted sister, Elsie saw the bodies of giants and ogres, all dead but still impossibly large, lying on the ground. The smell of blood and filth was everywhere. Some of the bodies had long arrows stuck in them and others had scorch marks of some sort. Even worse were the ones that had been viciously sliced open and their insides spilled out onto the road. Mirabelle came over unbuttoning her cloak and wrapped it around Elyise's shoulders. In a gentle voice, Mirabelle said, "It's alright, you're safe now." and hugged her tightly. 

Elsie began sobbing again and the two of them embraced, one standing and one sitting, for some time. Elsie's breathing began to steady and her crying stopped. In a trembling voice, Elsie said, "I just want to be in Magnimar, with the rest of the family." 

Mirabelle separated herself from Elsie, but kept her hands on her younger sister's shoulders. "Why weren't you with them? The plan was for you to all go to Magnimar and wait out the attack." 

"I know but thought I would be safe with the Deverin's." Elsie looked at Mirabelle and hesitantly continued, "Mikyle was supposed to be at his house and he was going to keep me safe."

Mirabelle's ears pulled back, like a dog getting ready to bite. "That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard."

Elsie, began crying again. "No, I know..." but she couldn't muster any more words.

Mirabelle moved closer, and once again hugged Elsie tightly. "Alright lets put that behind us. I'll get you to your grandmother's estate. I am sure they're all worried about you."

Abadius 25- Elise faces her family

Mirabelle and Elise appeared in the flagstone courtyard that served as the entry point to the Scarnetti estate in Magnimar. Elisse stumbled forward and Mirabelle caught her by the arm before she could fall. "Teleportation always takes a little getting used to." said Mirabelle as she helped Elisse regain her balance. Elisse had a wide eyed look which changed into a look of apprehension. "Mother and Father are going to furious. What will I tell them?"

A sentry, after recovering from the surprise appearance of the two ladies, came running over, pointing his spear at the them. He barked out a loud, "Halt!" which was both a directive and an alert to the other guards. At the sound of his voice another guard turned his attention to the pair of girls and lowered his spear as well. 

Mirabelle quickly replied, "This is Elisse Scarnetti, rescued from the assault on Sandpoint. Please fetch Lord Titus Scarnetti and Lady Delarah. " The guard came to a stop. "Apologizes Ms. Mirabelle, I recognize you from your earlier visits to the family. I will get them at once." The guard turned and walked quickly up the stairs, then proceeded to enter through the doors. The second guard lifted his spear to a resting position but still watched the two ladies.

A few moments later a plump man, dresses in a nice servant's uniform came out the door and said, "Ladies, please follow me."

The pair were led into the estate, through a salon and into a great room where Lord Gradon Scarnetti was standing looking out a large window. His mother, Lady Urtilia Scarnetti was seated on a large chair opposite the window. Mirabelle bowed to the older lady and then turned to address the man. "Lord Scanetti, I have brought your niece, Elisse, from Sandpoint. The town was attacked by giants and ogres and there has been a lot of damage. But she is safe and I wanted to get her to her mother and father as fast as possible."

Gradon, turned to face the two girls. His gaze lingered over Mirabelle before he shifted his view to Elisse. "Your father is out, but you mother will be down momentarily. She has been very distraught by you absence." He put down a wooden model of a building that he had been holding. 

Weakly, Elisse began to speak. "I know I was wrong to stay behind, I just thought...." Her voice trailed off and she began to cry. Mirabelle moved closer and put her arm around her to comfort her. 

Lady Urtilia said,' Tut, tut, there is no reason for tears now. You're safe but why weren't you with your family?." Elisse nodded, but was still too choked up to say anything. 

A moment later loud footsteps could be heard coming from the hall that led to the great room. Walking quickly was Lady Delarah who, at seeing Elisse broke into an almost run. Mirabelle let go of Elisse and stepped away just as Lady Delarah gathered her daughter in her arms and said, "Thank the Gods you are safe. What happened to you?"

All the heads turned to face Elisse. Elisse looked at Mirabelle and a silence fell over the room.

Elisse stammered a few nonsensical words, then stopped. She and Mirabelle had talked about how she would tell her parents what she had done but now, in the moment, she was faltering. Lady Delarah loosened her clutch on her daughter, then said, "It's alright you can tell us what happened."

Elisse closed her eyes. She didn't want to see her mother's reaction. "When you left, I was never on the wagon. I went over to the Deverin's estate. Mikyle was supposed to be at his house and he was going to protect me." Elisse's eyes were still closed but she felt her mother's arms tremble.

Lady Delarah stepped away from her daughter. "What made you think he could...." Her voiced trailed off. " Were you hurt?"

Elisse looked at Mirabelle, then said, "Mirabelle and her friends rescued me. We were being taken somewhere but I'm alright." 

Lady Delarah walked over and touched Mirabelle's arm. "I apologize for ever doubting your activities. Thank you."

After an emotional pause between the two women, Lady Urtilia, spoke from the chair she was resting in. "Elisse, who took you?" which prompted Elisse to look at Mirabelle.

Mirabelle, cleared her throat and said, "It was a mix of ogres and stone giants. The town was also attacked by a red dragon but it was not a part of the groups that tried to plunder the town." 

Abadius 28- Anton finishes enchanting Mirabelle's academy ring. 

Calistril 6- CraftWorks

 The tavern was a welcome shelter from the mild but ongoing rain. Loren sat at the table where she could see the front door. She had already met Mirabelle, founder of the Artist's Collective, but this would be the first time she met with Mirabelle's right hand, a man named Anton Groza. Loren turned the mug of ale on the table in a full circle out of idleness, wondering if there was a romantic relationship between Mirabelle and Anton. A few minutes passed and Loren settled into the friendly din that filled the room. Only a few more minutes later, Loren saw Mirabelle and a man, she presumed Anton, walk in from the weather. As the two entered, Mirabelle drew back the hood from her cloak revealing a voluminous amount of auburn hair that seemed to spring into full being despite having been scrunched under a hood.  Loren noted the side glances that Mirabelle drew as she walked towards her table. The two were an odd pair. Even as she wound slowly toward the table, Loren felt as if the damp drizzle, that clung to everyone else, simply abandoned Mirabelle. Conversely, Anton looked like the human equivalent of a wet dog. As an oracle, Loren had learned to trust her intuition, and seeing the two together left no doubt that, instead of romantic partners, Mirabelle saw herself as a leader and Anton as a follower. 

Loren couldn't fault Anton. As the two sat down, Mirabelle smiled and gently touched Loren arm in a friendly gesture. Loren instinctively smiled back and felt happier just being at the table. In a voice that could only be described as chipper, Mirabelle said, "I am very excited to have found so many people who are willing to join the Artists' Collective."

Loren met her gaze, paused, and said, "I too was surprised how many people have shown an interest. But we have a problem." Loren stopped for a moment and collected her thoughts. She didn't want to sound panicked. "As our numbers have increased, providing work space is becoming an issue. We need more money." 

Mirabelle leaned back in her chair. Shaking her head, she said, I can give a little more but I don't think that is a long term solution."

A barmaid came over to the table and as she approached, Anton said something quietly to her and she turned around and went back to the bar. 

Loren put both hands on the table and said, "Well I have an idea. What if those of us who can enchant magic items, accepted commissions for creative pieces and a portion of the commission could go to the Artists' Collective?"

An expression crossed Anton's face and he interjected before Mirabelle could answer. "That could work very well. I have done commission work before for the Church. When patrons are appreciative, it is a divine place to be."

Loren was surprised to hear Anton offer such a spiritual position. She looked carefully at him and his dress but could not make out to what god his allegiance lay. She then said, "We have a good number of people who are capable of crafting and a small group of people who can enchant items. If we spread word that the Artists' Collective does this kind of work, then it will lead to more commissions and greater funding."

Mirabelle smiled and nodded in agreement. But then she held up her hand. "but I don't want us to make everyday items. The purpose of the Collective is to encourage creativity, spread beauty, you know...do interesting work."

Anton quickly replied, "Of course, we are first and foremost a group that supports people's artistic efforts. But since we may find ourselves crafting exceptional pieces, it makes sense for us to enchant them if people want."

Mirabelle let out a laugh and Loren looked at her quizzically. "I actually have been arranging for a something that would be a perfect example. It is a sword made of a glass like substance. Loren, if you are up for it, I would like you to craft the actual sword and enchant it." said Mirabelle. 

Loren tilted her head and thought about a sword as her debut piece. It certainly wasn't what she thought she would start off with but it seemed interesting. Out loud, she replied, "I would be honored. We have already secured some work space and I can start as soon as I have the materials."

Calistril 12- Shopping for a dress

Parego Spara in Westcrown was a vibrant and colorful place where merchants and customers made the place boisterous and lively. Of all the districts, this was the one that survived the relocation of the Cheliax's capital the best. Westcrown's location as a trading city at the mouth of the Andivian RIver meant the city was always going to be a place of commerce. Just the ship traffic alone was enough to make the city a thriving place. Mirabelle had been advised that a prominent dress maker in the kingdom had their store here. She had already tried Magnimar, Kaer Maga, and even Janderhoff on Anton's recommendation, but had found nothing that suited her.

The store front was tastefully decorated with fine fabric and fresh flowers. Moving inside, Mirabelle saw several dresses on mannequins. Each was a different color and style and it was evident that they had been chosen to show off the versatility of the designers. A petite, but severe looking woman said something in a language Mirabelle did not understand. In common, Mirabelle said, "I'm sorry I don't understand. Do you speak Taldane?" A man, who had been standing behind the counter said, "I do. I can help you." He waved her over and said, "I am Ibun, one of the owners. My mother started this store years ago, and we continue her legacy by providing the best designs and the most talented dress makers." 

Mirabelle nodded and moved over to him. As she approached, he said, "You are beautiful woman and deserve a beautiful dress," and then winked in a playful gesture. Mirabelle smiled the obligatory and smile and said, "I am looking for something exceptional. I would prefer it to be some shade of blue." She then watched Ibun look her over and noticed his gaze fell upon the cloak she took from Lyrie and the fine gloves she had enchanted.

The man tilted his head and replied, "I have couple that might do." He called out to the same woman in a foreign language and the woman walked towards the back of the store and exited through a side door. Mirabelle assumed it lead to some sort of storage room.

It had been an hour trying on six different dresses. Three of them had required two assistants to don. If Mirabelle had told Ibun that she would be wearing this to adventure in, he would have been aghast. She was tired but used to this. Westcrown was her fourth stop to try and find a dress that would work. Finally, Mirabelle said, "These will not do. I need something allows me to move freely, looks amazing and is also durable." 

Calistril 28-Preparing for the worst

Anton continued to pierce Mirabelle's skin with the tattoo needles. He could tell she was trying to stay still and not flinch but he saw the way her muscles occasionally twitched. It bothered him that he was causing her pain. They had been working closely for weeks. first it was the dress, then the reservoir tattoo and now the larger mesmerizing tattoo. 

Mirabelle said in a gentle voice, "Are you alright?"

Anton brought his focus back on her, saying "Oh, I was just thinking."

"About?"

Anton paused from jabbing Mirabelle with the needles and said, "I can't believe that we haven't been targeted more by the runelords. We are definitely working against them and at least some of them are still around. Why haven't they sent people after us?"

Without turning, Mirabelle replied, "I guess you are right. We've always interfered with their business. Do you think someone is after us?"

"No, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared." said Anton as he moved to the next butterfly. The tattoo was already looking impressive and it had yet to be enchanted. He had built a cradle for her arm so that she wouldn't tire during the hours that it took to inscribe the work. Fortunately his concept made it easy to take breaks. As he would finish one butterfly and it's shadow, they could pause and Mirabelle could get up and walk around. 

Mirabelle didn't move to get up, so Anton continued working. He said, "If we took, say a finger, we could then use magic to regrow the finger. Then we can keep the finger safe and if something were to ever happen to you and we couldn't get you back, we could resurrect you by way of the finger."

Anton felt Mirabelle flinch. She said, "That is horrible. Is there no other way?"

"That's by far the easiest way that doesn't involve a literal miracle." After a pause, Anton continued, "we could ask Mark to regrow whatever finger you sacrificed."

Grozan 6- A moment of contemplation

"Anton, what would you think about relocating?" asked Mirabelle as the two were walking through the mansion in Magnimar. 

Anton stopped suddenly and turned to face his muse, and as he did he was again hit with the flavor of strawberries, as happened so often when his full attention was focused on Mirabelle. "You mean now? It this because of Mark's death?" 

Mirabelle brushed her hands down the purple dress she was wearing. She had grown so used to wearing the blue enchanted dress that augmented her arcane connection, she felt unsettled sometimes when she wasn't wearing it. "No, not right now. I mean at some point in the future. And this isn't about Mark. I miss him but its strange with him."

Anton nodded. "I thought because he wasn't a living being that it would be different but it actually feels even worse. If he had a soul like ours, maybe we could have brought him back. But now he just starts over and there is no way for us to get the Mark we know, back." 

Mirabelle looked out one of the many windows that made her love the mansion. Through the window she studied the sculpture Anton had carved when they first got back to Magnimar. It was a depiction of Mark holding the hand of his poppet creation.  The sculpture was life size and made from the iron bodies of the defeated golemns. Mirabelle could not figure out how Anton had been able to create the work of art in only two days. Anton had positioned the statue so that his left hand was holding the hand of his poppet and the other pointed out towards the remains of the bridge that made Magnimar so famous. "Your statue is really nice, but I think the expressions are a little exaggerated."

Anton turned and stepped over to the window and then looked at his handiwork. "Mark may not have had emotions like you and me, but I believe he had good in his heart and typically did things to help others."

"and the poppet?" Mirabelle asked in a playful tone.

"Ok, well that was a creative interpretation." replied Anton. "I think he wanted people to remember him  and his work fondly. You know he was a divine instrument. Very few crafters see their work become sentient."