Once Kitty returned to Rhydin, she took a few days to recover from her battle injuries. They were nothing like what she had received from fighting the balrogs, so it really didn't take very long for her body to heal.
During this time she had Bobby start seeking through the networks for any hint of where her brother had been when he was killed.
Apparently Mar had done a bit of traveling in the centuries since the sisters had left Midkemia. While Kalentor had gone off to try and gain more knowledge and power in the hopes of someday obliterating the sisters who took away his would be glory within the tribe, Mar took another path.
Kitty sat in her office chair as she perused the reports that Bobby had prepared for her concerning her dead brother. Her lips pursed as she scrolled through page after page of his travels from one world to another. He didn't seem to be intent on doing any great evil. He wasn't trying to do any great good either. Most of what she found was just paper trails of his working as a mage for this army or that army.
The last entry listed was his work for the Duchy of Urnst. That was at least a decent starting point.
Next would be getting her hands on Mar's soul cage again and attempting to sort through the myriad of memories until she found the moment he died. The hard part would be trying to focus on the surroundings to see where he was, rather than the events that led to his death.
It had been awhile since Kitty had gone traversing through other worlds. She did it plenty while she was a mercenary, but once she gave up that lifestyle she remained mostly in Rhydin. It took her a few hours to locate the D-Hopper she had obtained ages ago. She wasn't even sure if it still worked anymore. It took her even longer to find the small notepad where she had written the dial settings for each world she visited for work, along with which settings were locations she did NOT want to go....ever.
Once again she dressed herself and armed herself to the teeth in a manner that was appropriate for the location she was intending to visit. Her feline and dragon traits went into hiding as she painfully shifted back to her fully moredhel form. Her golden eyes changed to a grey so dark they were nearly black. Her muscles became more angular and defined. Her claws retracted into black rough nails. She pulled on leather pants, boots, and a thick leather bodice style top that strapped her chest into place. The leather not only would provide a certain amount of armor, but it also helped keep her ample chest from being too much in the way.
Knives were tucked into her boots, strapped to her upper arms, nestled away inside her belt, and one small one was tucked into her bodice. The sword concealing bracers were tied onto her wrists, while another sword was hooked onto her belt and secured there. Again her old moredhel bow along with it's matching quiver of arrows was slung onto her back.
Marlenthal was going to owe her SO big after this was all said and done.
During this time she had Bobby start seeking through the networks for any hint of where her brother had been when he was killed.
Apparently Mar had done a bit of traveling in the centuries since the sisters had left Midkemia. While Kalentor had gone off to try and gain more knowledge and power in the hopes of someday obliterating the sisters who took away his would be glory within the tribe, Mar took another path.
Kitty sat in her office chair as she perused the reports that Bobby had prepared for her concerning her dead brother. Her lips pursed as she scrolled through page after page of his travels from one world to another. He didn't seem to be intent on doing any great evil. He wasn't trying to do any great good either. Most of what she found was just paper trails of his working as a mage for this army or that army.
The last entry listed was his work for the Duchy of Urnst. That was at least a decent starting point.
Next would be getting her hands on Mar's soul cage again and attempting to sort through the myriad of memories until she found the moment he died. The hard part would be trying to focus on the surroundings to see where he was, rather than the events that led to his death.
It had been awhile since Kitty had gone traversing through other worlds. She did it plenty while she was a mercenary, but once she gave up that lifestyle she remained mostly in Rhydin. It took her a few hours to locate the D-Hopper she had obtained ages ago. She wasn't even sure if it still worked anymore. It took her even longer to find the small notepad where she had written the dial settings for each world she visited for work, along with which settings were locations she did NOT want to go....ever.
Once again she dressed herself and armed herself to the teeth in a manner that was appropriate for the location she was intending to visit. Her feline and dragon traits went into hiding as she painfully shifted back to her fully moredhel form. Her golden eyes changed to a grey so dark they were nearly black. Her muscles became more angular and defined. Her claws retracted into black rough nails. She pulled on leather pants, boots, and a thick leather bodice style top that strapped her chest into place. The leather not only would provide a certain amount of armor, but it also helped keep her ample chest from being too much in the way.
Knives were tucked into her boots, strapped to her upper arms, nestled away inside her belt, and one small one was tucked into her bodice. The sword concealing bracers were tied onto her wrists, while another sword was hooked onto her belt and secured there. Again her old moredhel bow along with it's matching quiver of arrows was slung onto her back.
Marlenthal was going to owe her SO big after this was all said and done.