RP:That's So Raevyn!

This is a Devout's Guild RP.

This is a Necromancer's Guild RP.

Summary: After having been stuck in another world for a few days, Raevyn happens to cross paths with Khitti again, albeit with the veil between worlds separating them. With danger honing in on Raevyn, and yet another argument with Seika, Khitti's finally gifted her own templar abilities--including the ability to travel back to the Shadow Plane--and hurries to the rescue. There, she finds the Prophet Emeritus with Raevyn, and the Shadowseers closing in. Realizing the Harbinger has returned, the Shadowseers circle Khitti instead, allowing Raevyn to become entranced by a light in the Lake of Echoed Screams, and soon they'd be thrust back into Larket with a new problem on their hands.

Fair Lane, Larket

Khitti || Large feline paws bounded through the mud of Larket’s Fair Lane, though the cat itself was barely visible, albeit but the footprints it left in its wake. Shadowmelded into the darkness, its rider too was shielded from sight--mostly from those damned guards that seemed to be watching her and Zahrani even more now--and eventually slowed the cat to a stop in front of the Rebel Room. Nothing was going on there, of course. Meri’d long since closed up shop. Khitti pondered over the memories they’d shared there--memories they’d made when she had no memory at all--and sighed. Meri lost her spark after her stint in the Shadow Plane, and while she seemed to have found a new calling in being a ranger, Khitti secretly wished Meri would return to her arts. It was the thing they’d bonded over the most in the beginning. Khitti would give Meri her drawings and Meri would do the tattooing. The redhead slid from the charcoal grey Tikifhlee’s saddle and wandered over to the window of the former art studio to peer inside, into the darkness. Not even Meri’s assistant was there, for she’d long since packed things up and set the studio up for sale.

Nasada || It has been two days now since Raevyn had become trapped in this strange world of shadows, a result of dark and evil magic reacting to that of a more holy nature. Another plane of existence. That’s the theory that Meri had put into the young girl’s mind when their essences had crossed paths over on Kelay Way the night prior. What plane? Where was this? So far into her harrowing journey, she had been lost in a terrifying forest of white trees and bones, hounded by some large grotesque fat man who eyed her like his next source of protein. Luckily, for some time at least, Raevyn found refuge in a small hollow in the terrain, guarded only by brush and bone to prevent the terrible monster from being able to see her. For how long she slept, none could tell. It was still dark outside and there were no sign that the sun were ever to rise. And so, she dug herself out and prodded on in one direction, hoping to happen upon some sort of town or village in which she could get help. As she meandered through the forest at a sluggish pace, she came upon a clearing that was far too familiar. Its shape, the fallen tree, she had passed through here hundreds of times. Was this… Larket? Raevyn began to pick up the pace, coming into a less developed village that sat scattered around what appeared to be a large lake. She did not spy anyone around, not now at least. The houses that she came upon did not seem like they were occupied, each and every window black as the night. She would try at any rate, knocking on various doors until she came upon one that, when banged upon, slowly opened. “H-hello?” she called out, her voice barely above a whisper. Where Khitti had stopped, on the mortal plane, she might hear the faint sound of banging that would not be located by sight; And yet, more peculiar, the door to the Rebel Room creaked open upon its own accord.

Khitti’s templar-senses started tingling as the banging was heard, first somewhere off amongst the other houses, and maybe even on Callum and Meri’s door? The sound was distorted, odd… and yet felt entirely too familiar. Khitti had a bad feeling about this. Raevyn’s appearance did not escape the Tikifhlee however. The eight-foot-tall cat’s violet eyes watched the girl as she wandered about, her nose sniffing the air a mile a minute, as a cat’s usually does when introduced with new smells. “Hey… what is it? What’s wrong?” Clearly, the Tikifhlee could see something Khitti could not entirely, though she definitely felt a disturbance of some sort in the area. As Raevyn opened the door and went inside the Rebel Room, the cat let out a rather loud “Mowrowr!” and headed into the former art studio after her. Khitti, of course, was in the cat’s way and was pretty much knocked to the side with a paw swipe. “Holy frakking he--”. Unfortunately for Khitti, she didn’t get to finish her sentence, for her face found the mud instead.

Raevyn saw nothing within the dark abode. It was completely deserted. No furniture. No sort of decoration. Not even so much as discarded trash. It was completely- Wait. What was that? In the corner, through the darkness, Raevyn spied something that turned her stomach. It wasn’t until she took a closer inspection that she would confirm her fears.. It was that book. How did it get here? She would not have much time to ponder over this however, because as soon as that infernal tome was lifted, the Tikifhlee’s call startled Raevyn something fierce. She turned upon her heel, looking for the source of the sound. At first, she saw nothing. “H-hello?!” she called out. It was loud and would perhaps pierce the veil between worlds, allowing Khitti to catch it in full. Again she called out, “Anybody there?! Hello?!” As she took a step forth, something peculiar caught the girl’s eye. It wasn’t exactly visible in a sense, but she did see something. Some sort of outline, or distortion in the air- It was large and walked on all fours. Raevyn froze.

Khitti || The Tikifhlee stared as Raevyn called out, two big purple eyes practically staring a hole into her. It edged closer and closer to her, like a predator stalking its prey, until it finally came to a halt in front of the girl. Khitti pushed herself up out of the mud, only to find her cat gone and Tenbatsu Kaji glowing like a damned beacon on her back. “What the hell is going on, Seika?” But, the sprite didn’t have to answer, for Khitti heard exactly what she needed to. “Raevyn?” This feeling felt so familiar… and yet she couldn’t place it until… [She’s trapped in the Shadow Plane. Like the Red Witch was, when she was dead,] Seika said to Khitti. “Whaaaaaaat?! She’s not -dead-, is she?” The templar wiped the mud from her face as best as she could before heading into the empty building. [I don’t think your cat would be acting that way if she was. The feeling is similar, and yet, her spirit burns more brightly than the witch’s did.] The katana was pulled from its sheath as Khitti stepped over to where the Tikifhlee was, olive-green eyes scanning the darkness. Damn these human eyes! Had they even gotten worse since her rebirth? -Did she need glasses?!- Ugh. “Raevyn!!”

Raevyn did not budge. As that strange invisible distortion came closer, she shut her eyes tightly and began to pray. To actually pray. The girl whom has never showed an ounce of true devotion; That very girl that shunned her mother’s badgering to join the church, was actually praying. It was unlikely to be as a devout practitioner or any sort of belief, but perhaps as just a means to comfort herself in the moment that she thought she might actually die. It wasn’t until a familiar voice rang out that the poor girl felt some sort of relief, opening her eyes with a brilliant smile as if expecting the leader of the Paladin’s Guild to be standing right there. “KHITTI!!!” the words rang out in excitement, but quickly died off when she saw no familiar face. The outline of the tikifhlee was still present, which caused Raevyn to hesitate and put to power her cognitive processes. Reaching out, slowly and fearful, Raevyn put an idea to the test and tried to pet the shape before her. She made contact. Yet it would not feel normal. No, for even the large fellne may feel the same sensation as she- A tingling, or shock, like someone that had touched steel after building up a static charge. “Khitti?! Is that you?! Where are you?!” the girl finally called out, starting to put the pieces together.

Khitti || While that cat wasn’t sentient enough to talk, it was damn smart enough to know that its “mother” knew who this person was--such was the way with most creatures in the Shadow Plane, including Khitti’s spider-son, Francis. As the girl touched the cat, the cat responded in kind with a strange, plane-phased nuzzle of its own. “Raevyn, are you okay?! I’m right here. I know where you are, but don’t go running off! It’s dangerous! I’m trying to figure out a way to get to you!” What sounded like arguing could be heard faintly, as Khitti debated with the sprite in her sword. “Seika, I need you to give me my magic. Now. I can’t channel something like this from you--it could literally kill me. The only reason why it didn’t with Amarrah back then was because I was frakking undead. No. Don’t you tell me I’m not ready. I am -not- having this discussion with you again. I did my training. I paid my dues.” It went on for some time, unfortunately--though not -too- long. It didn’t go on for too long because someone had heard all of Raevyn’s shouting. Someone--or lots of someones--had been watching from afar. Only one of the Shadowseers emerged from the forestline not far from the Rebel Room, however. This strange-looking treant looked undead, pale ash-white, with bones showing through underneath broken bark and fungi sprouting wherever it pleased. The being, impossibly tall as it was, somehow managed to squeeze its way into the building, the walls distorting around it, compensating for his massive, lanky form. “You do not belong here. Why has the Harbinger not come for you yet?” His words came slowly, calmly. “She is here… and yet…” He motioned to the nothingness, leaving his riddle-like questioning for the open air and the girl. The Tikifhlee suddenly seemed quite excited--moreso than Khitti’d ever seen-- and hopped away to nuzzle the area where the Prophet Emeritus now stood. It was enough to jar Khitti out of her argument. “What the frak is going on now?!”

Nasada || It really was Khitti! Raevyn was so happy that she thought she might dance. Although the Paladin in training had lost her dark powers, Raevyn knew that if anyone could help, it would be her. “Oh by the Gods! Khitti! I can’t see you! But I hear you! What is going on?!” The arguing was eavesdropped upon with a look of confusion, mostly because it came in and out of existence like a faint signal and she could not gather exactly what or who was speaking. This whole different plane of existence business made for a lot of strangeness. Yet this place of abnormality was not finished with its surprises. As the large amalgamation of forest and bone entered into the abandoned building, Raevyn nearly made a mess in her knickers. Two terrified steps were taken backward as her voice nearly shrieked for a saviour, “KHITTI!! HELP!!” Raevyn soon felt the backward make contact with her posterior, those pallid blue eyes wide with terror. She had never even seen a Treant, let alone one of this nature. It was truly a sight to behold. When it spoke, she trembled and held the book against her chest like some sort of shield. The Prophet may hold some sort of recognition for the tome, for it is not the first time it had been spotted in this land. “I-I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to trespass. I’m lost. I promise, I will never return if you let me go. Please don’t kill me…”

Khitti || “I am not what or who you should be worried about, young one. That book that you cling to so keenly is. Nothing good comes from it and nothing ever will,” the Prophet said, turning his head to gaze about the room. Suddenly, the Shadow Plane’s mirror of the Rebel Room crumbled around them, allowing Emeritus to stretch his limbs, and peer around at the region known as the Lake of Echoed Screams. “Harbinger,” His voice radiated outward, low like thunder, piercing the veil between the worlds to alert Khitti to his presence. A chill went down the redhead’s spine, awakening memories she’d long since tucked away, of dreams she didn’t want to think of anymore. “Emeritus.” Was she happy to hear from him? Khitti wasn’t entirely sure. What she -was- sure of was that she was glad it was him and not someone else there with Raevyn. “Raevyn, it’s okay. He’s a friend. I promise.” She glanced down at the sword in her hand with disdain, “Look, Seika, you can take the damned magic back afterwards if you’re really that concerned, but I need it now. There’s no one else to go get her--no one else that really knows this place like I do.” The sword seemed to hesitate, only to be told of more danger, by way of Emeritus, “Harbinger, they are coming. The Lake has whispered to them; they seek the book. The darkness that radiates within it, they would use it to fuel their own clairvoyant magic. You -must- get her out of here.” Seika may not have been to the Shadow Plane, but she knew nine times out of ten, that most things there were trouble. Khitti went to beg Seika now, but she barely got the words out in time before she was shocked with a massive amount of holy energy. It singed her clothes, left smoke curling from her body. And yet… Khitti was not dead. The sword’s aura had now become her own, Cyris’ light shimmering along her pale form. It burned so brightly that it pierced that same veil between the worlds, just enough to let Raevyn know that -something- was happening. Seika instructed Khitti on how to create a tear in the veil, “Stand aside. Both of you.” When Raevyn and Emeritus were out of the way, Khitti’d thrust the sword into the shadows and turn it like a key. Holy fire erupted from it and melted a piece of the veil, allowing Khitti to step through and see that world she’d not seen in some time. It… almost felt like home to her, despite it not actually being so.

Lake of Echoed Screams, The Shadow Plane

Raevyn gripped the book tighter like some sort of safety blanket, only to pull it away when Emiritus expressed his concerns about the object. She knew it was dangerous. The effects permeated her being deep down. The visions, the hauntings- Whatever dark magic crafted this book was still as strong as the day it were brought upon the kingdom of man. It is the power of the Seal that the demon had guarded for so very long. Before Raevyn could speak, she lifted her arms to shield herself as the Rebel Room began to give way, the great trembling of the room once more giving the girl a bit of a fright. She thought that the roof may collapse upon her very head! When Khitti spoke her reassurances, Raevyn looked first to where the voice had originated, and then up and upon the treant with caution. “Khitti.. Please hurry…” Despite being told that the Prophet were a friend, the young necromancer was still afraid for her life. Even more so now that she had heard of someone, or something coming for the book. Yet that fear would be cast aside as something suddenly caught Raevyn’s attention and she turned toward the back of the room, her gaze cast out of the window overlooking the lake. There was something deep down, that glowed bright; Fiery and with a red hue. It shone like a beacon in the water, through the many trapped souls beneath the water’s icy surface. “What… is that?...” Her observation meant that she was clear and out of the way for Khitti to tear through the dimensional membrane without fear of harming either the girl or the prophet. Raevyn turned briefly as she saw the paladin step through, a look of absolute excitement plastered upon her features. “KHITTI!!” Raevyn could not help but to dart forth and give the woman a thankful and terrified hug. “I am so glad to see you! What is going…” But she trailed off, those corpse-like irises shifting out toward the lake once again to the light beneath the surface. “It’s so beautiful… do you… see it?” Something in Raevyn’s demeanor had shifted.

Khitti accepted the hug, and returned it in kind, but her attention was soon pulled away towards the Lake. Crimson brows furrowed as she studied it carefully, her line of sight soon shifting up towards Emeritus. There was a nod to the treant, to which he could only but tilt his head at her, “You have found your path. You dwell in duality, just as you always have, yet it is changed.” The tree’s bones and bark creaked as it mused over Khitti’s changes, but it soon snapped out of its daze, remembering the Lake… and the Shadowseers that stalked them now. Whispered voices came circling around them, the beings just as tall as Emeritus, but shrouded in hooded robes. “The Harbinger has returned. Returned alone. Alone! Alone!!” Khitti didn’t provide Emeritus with much more than a ‘heh’. ‘Duality’ reminded her of Brand. The mention of ‘paths’ brought back thoughts of Onyx. One was absorbed by the goings-on of his precious ship, while the genderless, undead child had been sucked away into the void of the very necklace Khitti wore. The Shadowseers continued to close in on them, their taunts ringing to the heavens as Khitti shifted into a fighting stance. “She wields great power, but that trinket she wears is more powerful still!” She was distracted, the chanting unnerving her somewhat. “Raevyn, don’t go near the Lake. Mortals are not meant to go near it--we’re not meant to be here!” Emeritus stood there, watching grimly, “You know I cannot interfere, Harbinger. The ‘Seers will do as they please, for they have been told to by the spirits of the Lake.” And so they did. The Shadowseers closed in around Khitti, cutting her off from Emeritus and Raevyn. Just as quick as their Silver Stalker brethren, one left the group, unseen, and sought to steal the book from Raevyn while she stood there in her continued frightened state. If he succeeded, the cloaked treant would dart off towards the Lake, towards that light Raevyn had been so fixed with.

Raevyn remained with gaze locked upon the red light, drawn to it like a moth to flame. There was something beautiful about it. Something familiar. As the Shadowseers descended upon the remnants of the housing in which they stood, Raevyn was lost in a hazy reverie. Something deep down had begun to stir. The Shadowseers divided Khitti from the necromancer, leaving Raevyn exposed and with the book ripe for the taking. There was a tug, the girl’s grip slipping as one of the assailants managed to pry the book of damnation from her grasp. Raevyn began to turn, slowly, watching as the treant began to take off, leaving the girl to stand there in a lethargic state- That is, until the creature within woke from its slumber. While in the mortal plane, Nasada had grown weak. His hold over Raevyn had dwindled over time, and because of this, he did not surface in these later days. Yet here, in the void of the shadow plane, the creature felt his strength growing. Pale blue eyes began to dot with black, the shade slowly overtaking the entire eye like drops of ink in water. As Khitti was occupied with those surrounding shadowseers, Raevyn would slip out and begin a slow confident walk toward the lake. Her gaze burned with a sinister reflection as she stared down the thieving servant of the lake spirits, his speed far out-matching her own. The treant was in for a surprise, however, because as he began to near the water’s edge he let loose a terrifying scream that filled the night. The book flashed once and the wood of the treant began to rot and wither until there was nothing left but its cloak. When Raevyn finally caught up to the rotted corpse of the Shadowseer, she leaned down and retrieved the tome, soon to fixate that inky stare upon the red glowing light in the middle of the lake.

Khitti || The chanting continued and Khitti couldn’t help but yell at them, “Shut up! I don’t want to kill you, but I will!” She couldn’t, actually. The last time she’d come in contact with them and the Silver Stalkers, there’d been no hope of killing them. Not even with Brand and Lionel there--not with all of Brand’s assassin training and not with Lionel’s sword, Hellfire. With the Tikifhlee doing sentry duty on the other side in Lithrydel and Emeritus unable to help, Khitti was out of options. That is, until, that tome utterly destroyed the lone Shadowseer. Was it because it had strayed so far from the others? Or was the tome truly that powerful? Khitti didn’t know and Khitti didn’t care. The horde that had been taunting Khitti turned their attention now onto Raevyn and hissed. “Taaaake her. Get the wicked one out of here,” they screeched at Khitti. Wait… what? Their plan hadn’t worked as well as they’d hoped and they dared not go near Raevyn, just in case if it wasn’t some sort of fluke. Surely the spirits in the Lake would’ve warned them of this? They hadn’t, however. They hadn’t even told them of the book--the Shadowseers only knew of the book because they -felt- its presence so near to their home. “Harbinger, save usss!” The redhead smirked and rolled her eyes, “It doesn’t take much for you to change your tune, does it? Emeritus, herd them elsewhere, please.” The Shadowseers were in a panic, but Khitti didn’t have time to dwell on it. Inside, she summoned up her rose gold half-plate armor and took off towards Raevyn, “Stay the hell away from that, Raevyn!” Sparks left Khitti’s feet as she ran; she wasn’t quite at vampire speed, but it was a hell of a lot faster than her speed as a human.

Raevyn’s back was to the whole commotion, she was lost and slipping in and out of a dream-like instance. Her hair blew gentle in the wind, a soft humming beginning to eminante from behind sealed lips. The glowing in the lake began to hum in response, the light strengthening and dimming with the pitch of the tune coming out of the trance-locked necromancer. Whatever was happening, it was certainly not Raevyn’s doing. Perhaps it was the book. Or perhaps it was the thing that shared space with her very own soul. Delicate fingers lifted and began to pull, beckoning something in the lake to come forth and rise to the surface. Khitti’s call went unheard as the girl continued this arcane form of seduction, the red light of the item in the lake growing brighter as it was drawn near. Raevyn stepped forward to the edge of the lake and began to fall forward, the full weight of her frail body pulling her down and toward the lake. Given Khitti’s speed, she may reach the girl in time before she fell in; Yet it would not be the saving grace that she may have expected. All at once, Raevyn would touch the water, the object within the lake near enough now to make contact; And should Khitti reach out to grasp Raevyn to prevent her from fully submerging, it would set off a blinding white light and a shift in reality. It would be disorienting and Khitti would most likely fall toward the lake after Raevyn; Yet instead of feeling the cold embrace of the haunted waters, the pair of them would find themselves falling upon solid ground with a hard thud. When either looked up, they would find that they were now in a familiar place- A brightly lit street dead center in the town of Larket. And next to Raevyn? That book, and a small black stone that is bathed in a crimson flame; A flame that would be cool to the touch.

Rail Street, Larket

Khitti || Unfortunately for Khitti, she did manage to catch Raevyn in time, and fell through the lake with her, ultimately crashed face-first on the cold, hard Larketian stone. This happened so often to Khitti--the falling on her face, that is--it’s a wonder that her nose isn’t horribly bent out of shape and she wasn’t missing teeth. That newfound holy magic that coursed through Khitti’s veins helped to rouse her from her daze and soon she was pushing herself to her feet and making her way towards that book. She’d grab it, regardless of the possible consequences and stared down at Raevyn, “Get up.” Khitti did not sound very happy. “What the hell were you thinking, Raevyn? This book needs to be -destroyed-, not clung to for safekeeping.” Talking about destroying books was really very difficult for Khitti for she probably loved them more than Raevyn did.

Raevyn moaned a little and rolled over onto her back, slender digits clutching the side of her head in pain. The way she groaned, her sluggish movement, she looked as though she were suffering some sort of wicked hangover. “Where…” she muttered, finally opening her eyes. The black was gone, replaced with that familiar shade of pale blue. The neophyte necromancer sat up finally, just in time to see Khitti grab the book. “Wait!” It was too late, the item was now out of Raevyn’s reach. There seemed to be no consequence, no sort of immediate effects that would say that the book acted in defense, so for now, Khitti was safe. “Thinking? What? What happened? I… I remember you came through to get me. Then we came home, yes?” The whole incident with the shadowseers, the lake- it was all erased from her mind. To the idea of destroying the book, Raevyn began to panic. “NO! WE CAN’T! Please, Khitti… Not yet. I need it. It’s the only thing I have connecting me to that man… to.. Nasada. I know it has the answers to separate us. I promise… as soon as I am free of him, we will destroy it.” Raevyn began to tear up, ignoring the order to rise as Khitti had demanded. It wasn’t until she went to wipe her eyes that the black stone caught her attention. Reaching out, Raevyn picked up the oval shaped piece of ore that was bathed in cool, crimson flame. “What… is this?” it would take a moment, but Raevyn finally rose to her feet, looking from the stone and unto Khitti.

Khitti narrowed her eyes at Raevyn as the girl protested. “The fact that it is so utterly connected to the both of you is the exact reason -why- it’s dangerous.” Khitti shook her head, a deep frown lining her lips, “No. We were attacked by creatures of the Shadow Plane. That’s where you were, Raevyn. The gods’ damned Shadow Plane. That book -put you there-.” Her line of sight shifted towards the stone as Raevyn picked it up, crimson brows furrowing in concern. “That must have been the source of the light in the Lake.” Khitti knew she’d probably never be able to leave Larket with both of those objects--if the book or the stone felt threatened, it’d likely do something else and she wasn’t going to risk it. “I won’t destroy the book yet, but I’m going to give you a choice. You either take the book and try to carefully do some more research or you take the stone. I have had to guard many a magical object on the Tranquility, and likely will have to do so again in the future at the Paladin’s Guild hall once it’s built. But you will not leave here with both of those items. Not while you’re this much in the thick of things.” Khitti’s magic armor faded from view, returning to the muddy and dusty dress and leggings she’d been wearing before. The sword, however, was kept ever-so-tightly in her grasp as she stared down the girl, “I will not have you possibly unleashing more evil in this world when I’ve not even cleaned up what was there before. My son, my family, will not be put into -more- danger.”

Raevyn looked like a scolded child. Her lip was slightly pouty, and her eyes were still welled up with a wall of salty tear. The fact that Khitti was this angry- It stung. But she knew the paladin to be right. Raevyn was playing with dark magic, stuff that she herself had absolutely zero business dealing with. The experience just wasn’t there. “I’m sorry Khitti…” Raevyn softly muttered, the dam finally breaking and allowing those tears to stream along her cheeks. “I just want… this to be… over.” She hiccuped between words, the tears flowing faster. Raevyn reached up and tried to wipe at her eyes, but it was of no use. Instead, she glanced now between the book and the stone. She didn’t even know what the stone was, or what it was even for. Maybe it was some extraordinarily powerful artifact. Perhaps it was worth a lot of gold! Or, it could have been something absolutely useless- But, why would it be in the lake of the Shadow Plane? Raevyn thought long and hard before she finally came to a decision. It had to be the book. If only for a little while longer. Until she was able to translate the passages that she figured were going to be helpful. “I need the book… I really do need it. A man… in Vailkrin.. Drevyn. He promised to help me. He offered to lend a stronger mind… one who would be more impervious to the book’s hold. I will use his resources… and limit my contact if I have to. But I need the book, Khitti…” Raevyn held out the stone toward the redhead. “Take it… but please, keep it safe until we know what it is? I promise.. As soon as I figure out how to be free… we’ll destroy the book. The stone. Whatever it takes… I’m sorry.” The stone, when in Khitti’s possession, would not do much. It showcased no sense of power, nor would it give off any sort of terrible aura. The crimson flame however would forever burn, unable to be extinguished by any means.

Khitti didn’t seem to be much happier when Vailkrin was mentioned. Raevyn was turning to all the wrong people for help and Khitti couldn’t seem to get that through the girl’s head. After a few moments of eyeing the girl, Khitti eventually let out a heavy sigh, “Alright. I don’t know who this Drevyn person is, but if you see Bradyn or Larewen, do -not- speak of this stone to either of them. Don’t let them trick you into thinking they’re good people. They’re not. They’d sooner rip you apart to get at both of these than truly help you.” With minor hesitation, Khitti finally held out the book for her and took the stone. It was examined briefly, cautiously, before it was stuffed into a pocket on her dress. “Be careful. Use your head. You’re a smart girl. I know you are.” The Tikifhlee bounded into view finally, having sensed the two of them being dropped back into Lithrydel. “And if you need a place to clear your mind, the shop still has that opening… Baking helps me anyway.” Now with the knowledge of the book going to Vailkrin, Khitti needed to add another region to her list of weekly visited places. She hadn’t been there in a few months--not since she left the Necromancer’s Guild and House Dragana--and hopefully she wouldn’t cross paths with the mistress of that house, or the master of Mahara’s.

Raevyn looked hopeful. She may have even smiled a little. Barely, but it was there. “I promise. I won’t say a word. Truthfully, Mister Mahara and I do not speak all too often. He has… been very vague in his help with the book. I try to only visit him when necessary- Necromancer’s Guild and all.” The girl let out a bit of a chuckle before turning back to a more serious nature. “And… Larewen… I have to admit, that I am very much skeptical of her motivations. I have no intention of telling her a thing.” When the book was relinquished, she took it eagerly, handing over the stone without any sort of hesitation. However, her brow furrowed. Something was different. There were new markings on the cover of the tome, makings that had not been there previously. only , these were etched in purple! She didn’t think it best to tell Khitti right away, and so she quickly resumed the conversation, “Yes, of course. I swear, Khitti. I will try to use better judgement. I… have been so out of it lately. Just… I’ve been so eager to get this over with. I didn’t think of the consequences. I can only say..that I appreciate your guidance. I wish I had come to you sooner.” The large feline mount was graced with a smile and a friendly nod, a relieved sight to see the creature in its corporeal glory. “Oh yes! The Bakery! I am such a prat! I completely forgot. This damned thing…” The girl wrinkles her nose. “It’s taken all my time. I would love to come work for you. We could… discuss things more. Work something out. Thank you.”

Khitti, of course, didn’t know the ins and outs of that book like Raevyn did. She wouldn’t have thought anything of the purple writing, except how similar it was to the shadow ink pen she wielded once upon a time. She would nod to the girl, and do her best to offer a reassuring smile, as if to say “I believe you”. Well, she did trust Raevyn. What--or who--she didn’t trust was that evil necromancer locked away inside her head. It was a situation that hit all too close to home for Khitti. She’d never gotten the chance to tell Raevyn about Amarrah and Facilier, like she had with Celaeno. Perhaps she would at some point, but not now. “I’ve got to go home. It’s been awhile since I’ve had magic and I feel rather drained now.” Truth be told, her head was swimming with the prospects of going to the Shadow Plane again. She’d have to tell Encara the next time she saw her--there was absolutely a way to go find more Greydusk now. And what of the necklace? What did the Shadowseers sense that she couldn’t? Did Onyx block her from it somehow? Or maybe they just sensed Facilier within? It was a lot to deal with and Khitti looked weary. “I’ll be in Vhys for a short time on Sunday. There’s a masquerade ball. Other than that, I’ll be in my usual places. If you need me, and can’t find me, someone will surely direct you to my whereabouts.” Khitti climbed up on the Tikifhlee then, gave Raevyn a wave, and left the girl to her own devices.

Raevyn offered a wave of her own, tucking the book soon into her jacket. it was getting late and she ought to get back to the house, herself. "Good night, Khitti! See you soon! ...And thanks again!" With that, Raevyn headed north toward the lodgings she had been afforded by the crown in Larket.