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yea i know where those are. many are found in the old world. give me some time and ill get em for ya.

*teleports to the old world mines. gathers the three metels and returns to the tavern within a matter of hours*

ok, here.

*hands the metels to Dael*

exactly wat are you trying to make?

Dael's four wings tear out of his back before he rips oupen Father's stomach, takes out the the Soul Crystal out, then casts a heal spell on Father before speaking, "I'm TRYING to get your powers back, fool. If you're not so arrogant to accept some help..."

Dael sits and begins casting scry spells, speaking, "Simple, Senturu. Arcanite, Neozothium, and Trilithoricon are the three metals Karsath cannot manipulate... My guess is I can easily shatter this Soul Crystal with use of their alchemical properties."

Dael then bursts the Soul Crystal open with a carefully timed impulse of magic and Arcanite ore. Immediately, wisps of light float around before spliting into two groups, one blasting it's way into Father and the other into Tasthos.

Tasthos falls to his knees, eyes closed. When Erikau approaches, Tasthos snarls, "S-Stay away..."

The flesh of Tasthos's wings tear and shatter, before blood and flesh are sent flying, around the bone wings, Tasthos now holds molten rock and flame. A sharp, ivory horn rises out of Tastho's snout, from the area between his eyes. His brows grow spiked ridges. Black markings appear below his eyes. Tasthos slowly stands before he turns his head to look at his enflamed wings, "My powers have been returned to me..."

Tasthos then smirks, "Alright, choice drinks around the room, on me! I feel like celebrating... And yes, that includes Father too."

"Khhh.. Damnit.." Nighthawk groaned.

*Father stares at Dael.*

"You danm *beep*!"

*Father's eyes bulge and his face contorts into on of pain. He looks as if he his about to throw up. He does. He spews up the wisp of light that went into him and immediately ducks for cover. The wisp of light flies erratically, glowing brighter, it's light piercing all shadows. Creatures of darkness shy away from it's intensity. Father murmurs a word of command and with a motion of his hand, sends it outside the tavern and into the sky. A deafening explosion is heard as Father's "surprise" for Karsath is triggered. One million dimensional pigeons fly out of the light, crapping everywhere. Their feces pile up like snow, it's acrid smell fills the air. As the pigeons open portals and travels through the known dimensions spreading their "love", Father chuckles in amusement.*

"Looks like I made it on time. Too bad Karsath didn't get to trigger it."

Tasthos and Dael at first are just bewildered, then they erupt laughing.

Nighthawk laughs so hard he fails to keep his balance and falls to the ground, rolling. Kulren just gazes at Father, a raised brow and a strange twitch in his left lip.

Dael spoke, "I'll be back, I'm gonna go look for the Soul Crystal that has my former powers..."

Dael then walks out the door before taking flight. Tasthos looks at Senturu, "Oi! I thought I said drinks on me! Why ain't you all drinking?" Tasthos pulls out several bottles and tossed them to his friends.

"I'll just take a bit of the blood of Jesus."


(Thats what you call wine right?)

*Father looks outside.*

*Father casts a healing spell.*

"You have no respect for life my son."

*sighs.  then heads outside to talk with the dragon*

*looks up at the dragon*

hmm i feel kinda small.

*walks back to the counter but is now unable to serve people because he cant reach the top of the counter.*

ahh much better, and im gettin kinda jelous. you guys know all these magicks and i dont know hardly anything cept for a few basic spells

Khoth chuckles, "Why, Father, you sound like a brother I used to have.. Before humans slew him... Old Mortrax was a brilliant dragon... Trusted humans a tad more than I felt comfortable..."

Khoth sighs before teleporting five tomes in foreign, unreadable dialects into the room. Khoth begin reading one, consulting his notes from time to time. Nighthawk smiles a bit, "I've not seen him do this in many years... He is indeed recovering..."

Tasthos speaks, "It will take me another month or so to drain the remaining demon blood from him. Then, it's a matter of ungrafting the armor from his flesh so there is no permanent damage."

"That's going to be the toughest step, due to the nature of how it was grafted..." Kulren stated, "It's going to be difficult..."

Khoth suddenly teleports another book, in Common, to his hand which he speaks, "I find this of no use to me anymore... Here..." Khoth hands it to Senturu, "You may learn something from it."

Khoth laughs before speaking, "True in some worlds, Father, not in others. In my world, tomes, ESPECIALLY magic ones, are usually written in the author's native tongue or in magic 'code' which is different dialect to dialect. For example, my notes, which sometimes have magic content, are written not only in the Draconian tongue, but also in rune-code sequences that the unlearned human cannot decipher. Nighthawk typically write in hybrid languages between Ruerick, Purritan, and Draconian, even mixing the different dialects. It makes deciphering magic a pain, as you can imagine, but that's why it happens."

*accepts the book. from Khoth*

wow thanks.

*heads over to the corner and beings to tranlsate the book, learning everything he can from it*

but if i  cannot read it than the magic is lost all the same. all i am doing id translating it so that i may understand wat words are used. and how the meaning of them is used

"Learn the language of magic my son, like any other language, once you understand it, you shall unlock it's many mysteries.

i am learning the language. if i can truly translate it then i will know wat it means other than  i just speak the spell. the spell is then a coin toss it will either help or destroy in its own way. magic is neither good or evil. it is the person who uses it that is good or evil.

"What the Vahnatai use does not seem to be magic by themselves, but more like magical artifacts these crystals, or holy artifacts and that they are using spells granted to them by their deity."

oh it would be wonderful to match my magic skills with someoen else. especially with these things. i say can you show me the way?

Khoth spoke, "Their ancestors are Crystal Souls... A Crystal Soul is a Vahnatai who is so respected and revered, they perform a ritual to seal that Vahnatai, usually a Bok, into a crystal and then protect that Crystal Soul for the rest of it's existance, which, unless destroyed, is infinite. The Vahnatai are fanatical about the Crystal Souls. They are the center point of knowledge, learning, tradition, and lifestyle of the Vahnatai. One Crystal Soul, father, is the equivilant of four trillion of my libraries. And I know things for eons back... Before my time... The Crystal Souls know far more..."

"As for the spiritual..." Khoth smirks, "The only spiritual reference I've used a Vahnatai use was Ourobouro. And it was only in reference to the surface world... They worship nothing, no god, no spirit. They rever their Crystal Souls as their supreme leaders, but they themselves control who becomes a Crystal Soul. Only once have I seen the Vahnatai turn upon one of their own Crystal Souls. Once, becuase she did not go through the 'legal' channels of the Vahnatai to become one. The Vahnatai are a strange race.. And most interestingly, the most pure. Only once have they had a civil war within their own people. There is only one other race with that kind of record, and it isn't the dragons, as much as I'd like to claim it so."

Khoth spoke, "Harvesting. They have highly volcanic areas near their position where the crystals form. They craft them, putting no magic in them whatso ever. Like I said before, the crystals they use for magic are normal crystals, they're used just to focus the magic like a wizard would use, say runes or a staff."

*pats Efrandor on the head*

yea no problem i got something for that now close your eyes

*after Efrandor closes his eyes sentru pulls out his club and hits him over the head*

that better?

Kulren turns to Senturu and asks, "Do you have any Blood Wine?"

Khoth makes the sound of a strangled cat, giving Senturu a real dirty look, as if saying, "Give him the stuff and I will kill you where you stand."

*doesnt notice Koths look*

yea here ya go

*hands Kulren his blood wine*

"Danm.... Kulren, You look like some deformed cross breed between a pea*beep* and an elephant who likes to turn it's eyes into it's head and put's it's trunk between it's legs.... That is so creepily disgusting..."

*Father throws up all over the place.*

"Uhhh... I don't think I'll ever get used to that gruesome sight... and the thing isn't even dead!"

*Father throws up again.*

*wakes up*

- NO CLOAKS OR KATANAS IN THE TAVERN!!!!!!  STONE GOLEMS DO YOUR WORK!!

*A couple of rather angry stone golems walks to Shumino, take the cloak and rip it apart and light it on fire, after that they take the katana rip it apart, light it on fire and eat it with some coffee and scotch.*