Topic: And the Little Children Shall Lead Them

Rhiannon D Harker

Date: 2013-02-06 00:45 EST
Isaiah 11:6 - The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat, and the calf and the lion and the fattened calf together; and a little child shall lead them.

Rhiannon Harker had been the Baroness of Old Temple when she started teaching self defense classes for children. Working with children was something she greatly enjoyed. When Tass regained the barony after Nayun's decision to retire her time as Baroness, Rhiannon decided it was time to open her school as a formal entity. Harker's Dueling and Defense Academy was born. Several of Rhi's students were magical adepts that had no mentors to guide them. They were generally children that had a non-adept parent remaining or had been adopted. Not every child's talent had been nurtured like Maggie's or Doran's had been.

Unlike her own mother, some parents didn't see the need for their children to be prepared to defend themselves. And then came the request, or was it a demand, from the current Baron, Rakeesh Sah Tarna, to screen and register all persons that were magically gifted. A few requests had come from suddenly worried parents to have their children added to the class enrollment.

Rhi shook her head when she read the notices, stirring up hornets was never wise. Even more foolish, however, was stirring up a normally peaceable hive of bees that had been going about their daily lives and doing no harm to others. She continued with her daily tasks of tending to her home, family, and working at the school. And then, the killing began. While she suspected there was more at work than just people targeting magic users, the simple fact was extra precautions and lessons were needed.

Lasher's Restaurant was right across the street from the academy. Sometimes, the students were allowed to collect lunches and snacks that had been prepared. Two of the children, Maggie and Doran, ages six and eleven, had been given the responsibility that day. Having donned their winter coats and other gear, they waited on the sidewalk in front of the school until it was safe to cross the street.

On the corner stood several young adults bantering back and forth about how Rakeesh's plan was going to make their own criminal activities less noticeable. The shortest of the bunch upnodded toward the children and grinned. "Let's go have some fun."

A tall woman dressed in a white hooded cloak had been nearing the corner when she overheard. "Leave the little ones alone," she murmured.

A sneer accompanied the voice that answered her, "Whattaya gonna do, lady?"

Golden green eyes locked on the group. "It is not what I shall do that will matter today, but what you might begin."

"Like I'm afraid of you?" a third hood piped up

The woman sighed as she was reminded of a line from a Midsummer Night's Dream, Lord, what fools these mortals be! She went on her way, she had an appointment to keep. There was something about her that caused them to wait until she was out of their sight.

Doran Ilnaren

Date: 2013-02-06 22:58 EST
There was actually very little activity on the street; it was mid-day in winter, and most folk were enjoying the warmth indoors. Still, Doran had paused at the sidewalk as a carriage approached, and when it stopped to let its passengers off, he chuckled as Maggie walked over to greet the horses.

"Hello!" There was a soft whinny in answer. "Yes, it's cold! You've got blankets, though, so that's good. Doran, come say hello!" When there was no response, the girl turned to look at her friend. "Dooorrraaannn."

He had been looking across the street, lost in thought, but blinked and looked at Maggie. "Hmm?"

She gestured at the horses with a big grin. "Come say hello, silly!"

Suitably chastised, he joined her in admiring the steeds, reaching up to gently touch one's cheek. The horse pressed its head into his hand, and through the contact he could sense its weariness and yearning to be home. "Long day for you, eh?"

"That's truth, lad." This came from the carriage driver, having seen his passengers off. "Almost over, though. D'you two need a ride somewhere" It's powerful cold out today."

"No, we're just going across the street to get lunch for everyone!" The ever-cheerful Maggie smiled as she gestured to the academy behind them. "Thanks, though!" She stepped back, with Doran moving alongside her until the carriage rattled on its way. Then the children looked both ways and, seeing no one else in either direction, started across. "Aunt Rhi showed me the design for Azure's flower girl dress, for when she and Uncle Gory get married. I think she'll be pretty!"

Doran started to reply, but then he caught a sudden flash of emotions—mischief, but cruel and vicious, not playful—from ahead of them. Looking up, he spied something dangerously solid coming towards him and barely raised an arm to shield his face. There was a sickening crunch of bone as the rock struck, and he dropped to his knees in the snow with a cry of pain.

Three figures rushed forward, heading for Maggie. They wore balaclavas to hide themselves, but that didn't hide the surprise in their eyes when, instead of running, the young girl stood her ground with a most determined expression on her face. The first of the men raised a cudgel as he made a grab for her with his other hand, but she ducked to one side, leaving her foot outstretched to trip and send him sprawling. "Beatin' up kids" Let's see how you like it!" she taunted as she reached for his dropped weapon and clonked him on the head.

Meanwhile, Doran half-lay, half-sat in the street, holding his broken arm to his chest. He could see two more masked thugs standing close against Lasher's and, reaching out with his empathic gift, sensed a spark of anxiety in their minds. Let's fan that flame a bit, buy some time and see if I can get help. Fear flowed from him, a crippling fear meant to root his attackers to the ground. Both men froze in place....but then he shifted slightly, and a flare of pain rushed up his arm, breaking his focus.

"He t-tried to brain-fry us!" The closer of the two sneered and, picking up a larger rock, began stalking towards Doran.

Unable to concentrate enough to send a mental call, the boy went for the only other option. He picked up the rock that had struck him with his good hand, turned, and hurled it straight for one of the Academy windows. "Sorry, Missus Harker!"

Then he spotted the glint of sunlight on metal. The other two that had been approaching Maggie took advantage of her distraction to draw close, daggers rising to strike. "NO!!!!" Focus returned with instant clarity as Doran reached out with his mind to touch the closest with one thought: pain. The man screamed and collapsed as unendurable agony coursed through his mind, until consciousness fled.

A heavy growl came from the atrium of the academy's front entrance. Maggie Harker was never alone even when she seemed to be. Riddle, her mother's dog, crouched and lunged at one of Maggie's attackers. It was the first time he'd ever had cause to show what hid behind the facade of the friendly Collie dog. The snarling beast that knocked one of the hoodlums to the ground had three heads. Three sets of teeth were poised to tear into the punk's flesh and all it would take for him to feast or back down was a word from the little girl that had turned to render aid to her best friend.

Seeing the hound unleashed, the thug with the rock let it slip from his fingers and turned to run, while the last man cowered against the restaurant wall, whimpering in his soiled clothing.

The noise in the street attracted Nicole's attention. "Stay inside!" she shouted as she headed outside. The fire tamer stood on the curb in front of the restaurant and, raising her arms up, brought up a wall of fire on either side of the children and those that had made the mistake of thinking they were easy pickings. Whoever they were, they weren't getting away. Time seemed to stand still as those adults within the school came to join the others.



(written with Maggie & Co's player)

With Wicked Intent

Date: 2013-02-16 17:54 EST
It was strange to be on the teaching side of things, even more so given his relatively young age. After all, it hadn't been too long ago since he himself was a student, recent enough that he remembered what it had been like to sit at a desk and take notes.

His class was called Personal Magic Enhancement, though he thought of it more as magical tailoring, taking one's gift and fitting it to the individual student, allowing them to use it in a way that fit each person individually. He was not an easy teacher to please, either, though working with children made his job that much easier - he didn't have to overcome too many academic obstacles that could (and usually did) result from a student having ritualized instruction beaten into their brains by rigid, supposedly all-encompassing formulae and book-learned instruction. His course encouraged the students to fit their talents to themselves, and while it was not easy to teach, the results were never less than rewarding.

He was just about to head out of the classroom when he heard the sound of breaking glass from outside. Curious more than concerned, really, he went to the window to look out and see what was going on.

What he saw...

He had never been one to anger easily, for good reason - he had a dark side that he expected he had inherited from his father that, when it came out, was never a pretty thing, and that he had occasionally lost control of. Not that he was terribly concerned with what anyone thought of him, not that he really cared what might happen to anyone that might stumble across it. Not until he met Rhiannon, and more importantly, Mairead.

So when he saw his favorite little cousin being menaced by those figures"

Oh yeah. He was pissed.

The fact that they had it well in hand didn't even seem to register, let alone matter much to him. NO one messed with his little cousin.

With a thought he was gone from the classroom, and with a sudden, loud BANG! like an explosion appeared just behind the punk that had been about to flee, before the wall of fire sprung up all around him.

The force of his appearance created a shockwave of compressed air that knocked the hoodlum to his knees, screaming in agony as his eardrums shattered from the sound and the compression of air that blew past him, at the same time nearly extinguishing Nicole's flames as he stepped forward and planted a foot right in between the man's shoulderblades with enough force to knock him forward onto his face. His scream became a shriek as his nose met the pavement and shattered.

Meanwhile, Jacen stepped forward and around to his side, giving him another vicious kick to the ribs that flipped the punk over onto his back. Without so much as a pause the young demigod stepped up and put his foot on the hoodlum's throat, glaring down at him as the cries of agony suddenly became a garbled, choking sound as he flopped like a landed fish.

Jacen felt no pity, none whatsoever, as he yelled in utter rage, the normally silvery-blue eyes taking on a dangerously reddish hue. "Who in the fuck do you think you are, huh' You're gonna come mess with a coupla little kids that weren't doing jack shit to you? That's MY COUSIN!"

The last two words were roared out in a thundering, roaoring tone that did not seem even remotely human. Now the tone dropped to a low, almost calm and even one, deathly quiet, somehow more frightening than that inhuman roar had been. Now he raised up a hand, right over the man's head, and in it a sudden flaring of blue-white was seen, crackling and sparking as the plasma energy he held in it built up to deadly levels.

"You want to mess with magic, you son of a bitch' Let me show you what you're messing with..."

Rhiannon D Harker

Date: 2013-02-20 06:11 EST
The rock crashing through the window and a boy's voice calling out summoned Rhiannon Harker from her office. She shuddered, there was no mistaking the sensation. Magic was being used. No, not just magic, divine gifts and powerful ones at that. Jacen's more than Nicole's had caused her head to throb. Her sister was preventing the troublemakers from escaping while Jacen doled out his own brand of punishment.

When Rhi hit the door at a dead run, another sensation got her attention. In the commotion, another of Mairead's gifts had emerged and her mother could feel it washing over her like a burst of bright sunlight after a heavy rain. Despite the feeling of the frustration coming from her eldest child, it was clear that Maggie was doing her best to ease Doran's pain and shield him from the aftereffects of Jacen's onslaught. Rhiannon used her own gifts to bolster Maggie's.

The fire brigade nearest to the school arrived quickly enough. Watch members were summoned to the scene to collect the culprits. One was prattling about cleansing the city of magic users, the others were blessedly unconscious. Rhiannon suspected that whatever Jacen had done would not only have the young men paying for their transgressions during their lifetime, but they'd have a very special place set aside in the Underworld for their afterlife as well.

PrlUnicorn

Date: 2013-02-20 06:16 EST
MacLeod House

The telephone rang in Colleen's study. Even before she answered, she knew something was amiss. "Hello' Who's call.." she paused to listen. "No, I'm not watchin' the news. Should I be?"

The affirmative answer sent her on the short trek from through the library and to the door of Darien's study. Normally, she'd have knocked and awaited permission from her husband to enter. It was his private domain and Collie respected that. This was a rare exception to the rule. He had been gifted with a large wide screen television for Christmas and Collie needed it use it ....now. She didn't even notice if Darien was in the room when she barged in and turned the set on. The news was showing a street in Old Temple. The caption said five men had been involved in an attack on magic users.

"Alright, Nicole, I've got the blasted thing turned on, what should I ..." Silence came over Colleen when she realized exactly where in Old Temple that news crew was. The phone fell from her hand and she stared. The window that once had the words Harker's Dueling and Defense Academy painted on it had a hole in the center where a projectile of some sort had passed through.

The newscaster's voice was ringing in Colleen Fenner's ears.

"We're in Old Temple at Harker's Dueling and Defense Academy where two young students were attacked by supporters of Baron Rakeesh Sah Tarna's proposal to register all magic users in Rhydin. The attackers' names have not yet been released, but five young adult males are being turned over to the Watch for questioning. Doran Ilnaren, age 11, the son of GAC member Ebon Ilnaren, suffered a broken arm as well as several cuts and bruises. Mairead Harker, age 6, daughter of the school's owner, sustained minor injuries. The children were attended to by an on-site healer, but are to be taken to Riverview Clinic as a precautionary measure."

The camera panned to show the children being given first aid. The sight of Maggie's swollen cheek coupled with a black eye forming and Doran's splinted arm in a sling caused the color of Collie's face to match her hair. It didn't take an empath to know she was bordering on livid. Despite her ire, she was able to hear the newscaster.

"According to Mrs. Rhiannon Harker, proprietor of the school and former Baroness of Old Temple, the children were making the daily trip across the street to Lasher's Restaurant to arrange for the hot lunches for the students. Until today, this had been done without incident. While the children put up a good fight, the hoodlums were quickly contained for the authorities by Jacen Balthazar, a teacher at the academy and Twilight Isle's current Keeper of Earth, Nicole Brock, Head Chef at Lasher's, and Mrs. Harker." He stuck the microphone in Rhiannon's face. "Mrs. Harker, can we get a comment from you?"

Rhiannon held up her index finger in a just a minute pose as she finished having quiet words with her students. When she finally did speak to the reporter, there was an eerie calm about her. "Rakeesh Sah Tarna is a perfect example of those people who cannot make peace with past events. The people of Rhydin, Old Temple residents in particular, have not forgotten the acts of Myr'Khul, Vanion Shadowcast, and their followers. That does not mean that all citizens have the desire to level punishment of some sort on all mages for the acts of some that took a dark path. That line of reasoning encourages acts like what has happened here today. While I doubt Rakeesh intended to make war on children, it's clear that he did not think his proposal through and did not learn from the same past that he claims others are choosing to ignore. I remember Proposition 37, clearly, he does not. He also failed to show up at the last meeting of the Governor's Advisory Council to discuss the policy he wishes to implement."

"Mrs. Harker, were the two injured children actually mages?"

"Without consent of his parents, I cannot speak as to what Doran's specific talents are. Maggie, however, is magically inclined. It's no secret that her grandmother is an exceptionally gifted healer."

"What exactly do the students learn here?" He gestured toward the academy and the window that was currently being boarded up.

"Primarily' Self defense. Students here are also taught to develop and control their preternatural gifts. Hopefully, they use their talents for betterment of themselves and those around them." Rhiannon had begun to walk away from the microphone.

"Just one more thing, Mrs. Harker ?"

"Yes?" She looked over her shoulder.

"Do you have anything to say about the match coming up between Baron Rakeesh Sah Tarna and Jay Capistrano from the Wrecking Crew?"

For the first time since the microphone had been shoved in her face, Rhiannon smiled. "Yes, I wish Warlord Capistrano the best of luck and look forward to seeing him taking up residence in the baronial manor."

"Thank you, Mrs. Harker."

The camera faded to black.

Colleen picked up the phone again. "Tell yer sister I'll met 'er at Rivervew."

Rhiannon D Harker

Date: 2013-03-03 22:01 EST
((The following is adapted from live play. Thank you to Art and Ebon!))

Harker's Dueling and Defense Academy 21 February 2013 - Late Evening

Rhiannon sat at her desk looking over the latest correspondence and billing for the school. She set a copy of the letter she sent to Rakeesh next to her pencil holder. Something had been gnawing at the back of her mind. It was something in her own words.....

Maggie poked her head into the office. "Mama, we're gonna go do the clay project. Ok?" The answer from her mother was a smile and a nod, Rhi was awaiting someone's arrival. Maggie was off like a shot.

Apporting to just under the streetlight outside the Harker Academy, Artemus looked to his pocket watch curiously. "Few more seconds..." lips pursed as he looked up at the stars and back to the main door counting down in his head before stepping off the curb and progressing across the road. His eyes were taking the scorch marks from an incident just a few days ago.

Doran was already kneading some clay to soften it up for shaping. "What are we making today?"

"I dunno yet," Maggie answered. "It just kinda comes to me after I work on it a while!" The clay was being shaped into what looked like a lump of clay with a swan's neck and head.

Artemus moved through the open door setting off the bell. In passing from the street to inside his robes shift from the old and shabby woolen green into comfortable white dress slacks, penny loafers and a button down shirt of jade with the sleeves rolled up.

Ebon had been watching the children mold clay into art, and looked up when he heard the little bell ring.

Colleen took up a lean on a counter as she watched the children working. Hearing the bell, she looked up. "Evenin'." She hadn't seen who had entered yet.

Rhiannon came out of her office and headed toward the entrance. "Artemus, welcome to my little corner of Old Temple." She smiled warmly.

Maggie's head turned toward the sound of the bell and she grinned. "Angel wings!"

"Angel wings?" Doran asked.

"Mmhm.." Maggie replied, "it's part of a story! Every time a bell rings, an angel gets wings!"

"Rhiannon, Colleen." he greets them both with a respectful smile. It certainly had been a while since he saw them last. He approached the counter and looked from one to the other as his acute hearing caught the slight sounds of children somewhere close. "How are you both?"

That brought a chuckle from his lips. "That's a classic, Maggie." Ebon looked again over towards the door and, spying the new arrival, nodded in silent greeting.

"I'm very well, thank you, Artemus." The children were at table in the main room for the moment. "Have you met Councilor Ilnaren and his son, Doran?"

Good ta see ya, Artemus. 'n' I'm well, I hope yer the same.

Maggie grinned. "Yeah, Uncle Bertie says it's lesson story like..." she paused to think, "that one 'bout the three ghosts 'n' the mean old guy that learns better."

Hearing his name, Doran looked up and smiled. "Hi!" Then he went back to his craftwork, which appeared to be assuming the shape of a rearing horse.

"I spoke with both not too long ago at Rakeesh's challenge upon the Isle. Little Doran is possessed of much heart." He answered Rhiannon first as she asked first then he looked to Collie with a shrug and a smile. "Between reopening the school and Amaris chatting my ear off about her studies with Wyheree, I am rather ragged these days, but still among the living."

Ebon stepped over to join the two ladies and Artemus.

"Indeed he is." Colleen glanced to Doran and smiled. "Quite brave." She looked at the children. "I'm goin' to lock the front door since the adults will be retirin' to the office. The teachers have keys if they want in. Anyone else can knock. If they do worse....we'll deal wit' it then." She went to lock the front door of the school.

"That's Gran way of sayin' if they break the door in, either hide or get the whackin' sticks and stuff!" The girl nodded sagely as she looked to Art.

"Hey...I already fended off foreign invaders from my own Academy, not sure you would want me to bring up golems, automatons, and the earth itself to save this one. Like a bull in a china shop..." he was teasing of course as he looked to Maggie with a grin.

Rhiannon's office had a glass window that afforded a view of the large floor that served as the training ground for the academy. Several comfortable chairs and a sofa were inside.

Ebon settled into one of the chairs.

Maggie grinned right back. "Well, if they come bangin' on our door, I guess I gotta be ready to earn another black eye!"

"Maggie," Rhi stifled a chuckle, "you and Doran stay where you can be seen unless a bathroom visit is needed." She gestured for Artemus to enter the office.

Artemus drifted towards the office and beyond with a wave to the children before looking at the available seating and chose one setting his back towards a corner.

Colleen returned in time to hear Maggie. "Oh, geh...just like yer mother, lass. She usta tangle wit' yer uncles all the time." She took a seat in the office after shutting the door.

Rhiannon D Harker

Date: 2013-03-03 22:11 EST
Rhiannon gestured to Art as an invitation for him to speak first.

"I come to speak about the proverbial elephant in town." He opened with just enough to let them know it was about the Baron, now Overlord. "Have three matters to discuss with you, Rhiannon."

"I have the feeling you may have come to the same conclusion I have. His behavior is ....not his own and it occurred to me as I was answering a letter from him," Rhiannon stated.

"Not ta mention that 'e seems overly interested in crib charms." Colleen looked to Ebon. "Rhi gave ya one fer wee Olivia if I'm not mistaken."

"She did, yes." Ebon smiled back, before turning to Artemus and listening.

He shifted upon his seat with a nod to her, "I spoke of the matter with Arthour. Head of Mage House at Bristle Crios. My...analysis of recent events worries him greatly." From the front pocket of his shirt, Artemus removed a roll of papers. "And I think I have found my evidence for some of them..."

Rhiannon set the copy of her letter as well as Rakeesh's reply on the desk.

"In piecing together a lot of the things Sah Tarna has brought up I started to think of things from a Myr'khulian perspective. Prop 37 was brought forward years ago and failed, shortly after...Rakeesh vanished. We haven't seen him. Now he returns trying to resurrect it. Now is where things become murky.." he stated cryptically and sat up, setting the papers on the desk. "It takes these Khulid demons time to feed and grow into the size Rakeesh presented at the gee ay cee meeting. I would speculate...it takes them four to five years to get that large.."

One eyebrow arched as Ebon leaned forward. "Four to five years?"

"Mere speculation. But say these Khulid have been in Old Temple since Prop 37 failed. They are large now, and have anchored their influence. So now the proposition is brought forward again in new form. Children whom are magically inclined, that do not feel safe are going to other districts into havens of magic that welcome them...and if these children have had four years of Khulid transfusions?"

"They would spread the Myr'khulian influence, yes?" Ebon queried.

"Four ta five years," the redhead mused, "so, in the midst of that tussle, these creatures were set off ta feast."

"The Khulid themselves are just the anchor. For speculation, let us think of the children like chalices. The Khulid empty the chalice...and in time, another demon of Myr'khul comes along and fills the chalice, taking possession of the emptied vessel. As with any possession, the lesser demon has all the memories of the child." Just gets into the stream of things.

Rhiannon added, "And that explains why it appeared to be children that murdered the priests and nuns."

"We don't know how many Khulid have been summoned over the last handful of years, so we cannot speculate how many lessers they have called from the pits. But I wonder at Sah Tarna's erratic behavior and he refused mystical healing after Candy burned him. He has his own magics, but turned away all aid." Artemus gestured to the roll of papers. "I dug that out of the archives of the Arena."

Rhiannon D Harker

Date: 2013-03-03 22:17 EST
"When I was writing this letter," Rhiannon held up the page, "I had an epiphany," she read from her letter.

"By now, parents may have pointed you out to their children as a threat to their safety. That does not bode well for the alliance I believe you wished to forge with me as the academy's owner. Had you handled the matter another way, circumstances might well be different. Your impatience and apparent wish to control what is and what will be is not likely to change the minds of others regarding what you have already done. I believe in forgiveness and second chances, but you must learn to listen to and cooperate with others. Your intentions in finding these criminals are well meant, but your methods including shock tactics leave much to be desired. By bringing severed heads to a public meeting that included people that are not warriors, you committed an act that was on par with Vanion having the crucified body of a woman being carried into a challenge ring. At best these acts were inappropriate." Rhi cleared her throat. "You see what?s happening?"

Ebon leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of him. "I believe I can see where you're going with that, yes."

"Artemus, what else did ya dig out o' the archives?" She studied his face. "M'memories still recoverin', but I seem ta recall a question about Rakeesh's first time as Overlord comin' up."

"After Rakeesh won an Overlord title, Vanion came forward that it was himself who won the match. Not Sah Tarna. It was refuted by yourself, and G'nort stood by the listed accounts," Artemus replied.

"And Vanion commented that he was....transparent." She snapped her fingers. 'I knew those comments would hang 'im some day."

"However. This all remains but speculation and comes down to proving what is theorized by my analysis. Especially given the charms used here to protect children. I found it odd that rather than discuss how he might help in establishing the protective spells around Arcanum, he asked me to speak with you and see what items you possessed. I can only infer that he is under the impression I am as reckless as I was five years ago. He loved to bait me then." Art put his chin in his hand while looking at the other three.

Rhiannon D Harker

Date: 2013-03-03 22:20 EST
Rhi grinned. "I'm glad you brought that up." She flattened a page on her desk then read from it.

Rhiannon,

I understand your hesitation. I am only going to continue to do what I may to make right by the situation. Artemus Kurgen and Bristle Crios are both interested in studying and replicating the magic of the charms that you are using to protect your school. If you will not meet with me, I implore you to reach out to them so that they may better protect the students that they teach as well.

I have acted in haste upon my return to the city, wishing to do well and instead making uninformed decisions that have brought harm to others. To you, and to your family, I am deeply sorry.

I will do what I can to not harm Tasslehofl, who has never had argument with me prior to this series of events, should he come after me again; that includes putting him in unnecessary trouble with the law as it were. I assume that you care for the man. He is acting rashly and could endanger others in his quest for vengeance.

Let us not compound loss with loss. I do not fear Tass, personally, but I know that he is a time bomb waiting to go off. If you can bring him to reason, that is all that I ask.

Sincerely, Rakeesh Sah Tarna

Ebon scoffed openly at the comment about Rakeesh doing what he could to not harm Tass.

Her brows shot up. "Replicatin' m'charms." Colleen's gaze met Art's. "I think I know ya better 'an that, Artemus. If ya wanted ta know about those charms, ya would've come ta me 'r one m'children."

Rhiannon took a deep breath. "The only one the family trusts well enough at Bristle Crios is Eregor."

"I do." In answer to Collie before he looks at Rhiannon. "As to my own measures...when Kitty Helston was governor, Briarius and I came up with a Mythal to place over the Marketplace as a means to protect the shops and populace from a string of bombings..."

Collie's next question was to Ebon. "Ebon, is Azure gifted in any manner that ya know of?" She knew Doran was able to take care of himself rather well and Baby Olivia had the extra safeguard of the unicorn blessed charm.

"So, you think think that kind of protection would be helpful in other areas?" Rhiannon asked of Artemus.

"She hasn't displayed any gifts as yet....although she is still young, younger than Doran when his empathy sprouted," Ebon replied.

He smiled at Rhiannon. "Do you know what a Mythal is?" broadening the question to the others.

"No." Rhiannon shook her head.

"I've heard of them from Tenball. It's a ward or enchantment intended to protect a large area, yes?"

Artemus gave a nod to Ebon. "But more than that. A Mythal is sentient to a degree. A living ward and for each function you want it to perform, you need someone at the time of casting to focus on that aspect of it. From the ward deciding on its own who is allowed to pass through based on the criteria of the creators, the effect of elements within the Mythal, a great number of things is it capable of." He looked around at them.

"Where a basic or even advanced ward is a series of overlapping threads that a skilled mage-right can unravel with enough patience, a Mythal can change its make up to thwart such things and actively defend against counter-casting once it is up and functioning." He licked his lips a bit. "But that is a little off topic.."

Collie studied her companions. "Word is 'e called a meetin' on the Isle. Perhaps, we should see what?s what there in addition ta what we come up wit' 'ere? Never know what one might reveal when they think others aren't lookin'."