Chapter 29
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Amelia hosted reached Aidan through the get-together framework and had him add Hunter and Elisha to their party. There were as yet two open spaces in their party, so it was no difficulty to welcome them. It would expand correspondence among them, something essential in the event that they planned to open up the Tombs underneath the Kingdom of Brack and the Underground Dwarven Kingdom straightaway. Aidan and Amelia had left quickly, right behind King Elairdrin who was riding an illustrious mount with sped up. They were at that point going down into the palace profundities, toward a spot that King Elairdrin knew about that was beneath called the Royal Apothecary. It appeared to be an unusual spot, yet Elairdrin clarified that in the past doctors had utilized bodies to build their abilities with life systems.
"Elisha. I'm awkward with riding this." Amelia heard Forsythe say. They were conveying through private party messages, likely as a result of the tempest, they were going to head through in the desert. He and Elisha were going on to the Dwarven Kingdom to disclose to Prince Orekin that his multitude of 100 Dwarves, the Dwarven Immortals, should return to the illustrious lobbies to anticipate passage.
"Hello, it'll be alright. There are two handles on the back assuming that you get restless. Simply clutch them. My riding expertise is Beginner 5, I just got the capacity to have travelers on the super quick pony." Elisha said soothingly.
"I don't actually do statures," Forsythe said, and it was the first time Amelia had heard reluctance in quite a while voice.
"Be that as it may, you climb?" Amelia pondered resoundingly.
"It's not the equivalent. There is a goal." Forsythe mumbled.
"Aw. Hello huge person. Simply clutch the handles and shut your eyes. At maximum velocity, we'll get the Silf woods and through the desert in 60 minutes, and afterward perhaps one more hour at maximum velocity along the desert edge to the coast." Elisha said, a note of anxiety entering her voice. "Get on."
"How far later that?" Forsythe asked dubiously.
"No time by any means." She proceeded soothingly. "Presently get up here!"
"Try not to be a sissy Fours." Raven tolled in, clearly excited by Forsythe's uneasiness.
"Think about all the food you can check out when you arrive," Hunter empowered.
"Gee. We'll be off then, at that point." Forsythe sounded terrible.
"Simply clutch the handles, it'll lessen your nervousness." Elisha demanded.
"Raven? What are you doing?" Amelia asked, thinking about the thing Raven WAS doing.
"I brought a boat down the woods stream and went to the coast. My folks got me." Raven detailed.
"The privateers?" Amelia said suspiciously. "You somewhat ran off. What's your arrangement?"
"Goodness, I was believing that I could be a Pirate Fleet Queen." Raven illuminated her.
"Uh huh?" Aidan asked interposed regrettably.
"No doubt, there are two ships now! We recently wrapped up renaming the Scarlet Raven, and I just dominated… blunder… ȧssumed order of… appropriated… " She continued meandering aimlessly, attempting to track down a word
"Took," Forsythe talked shakily.
"Took order!" Raven chuckled briefly and stopped as a male voice began to get stronger behind the scenes. "...shut up as of now! You can descend when you took in your illustration Former Captain Brudy!"
Amelia shivered, envisioning an encore of how she had 'gained' her first group.
"What're you and Aidan doing?" Raven inquired.
"We will be beyond reach for some time. Amelia and I are with King Elairdrin and we observed the room we trust leads into the Tomb." Aidan answered.
"OK!" Raven didn't seem like she disapproved or really focused on that.
Amelia and Aidan were remaining in a room with stone tables spread out along the lobby. Void attachments in the divider recommended that they had once contained bodies, and they were discharged out onto the tables. Fortunately the ruin discussed quite a while in the past, and no remaining parts were left. Periodic metal flagons and little regions that were utilized for fire pits littered the region, long unused.
More intriguing was the manner in which the long passage collapsed into a bigger oval room, and at the edge of the oval, there was the 2 meter long and 3 meter tall pony sculpture.
"Inspect." Amelia mentioned.
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Consideration - LOCAL
Ixtas, Son of Ixiol.
"To my companion Ixtas, may you look after this spot as you looked after me. Stomp on underhanded where it is found, and may you run in fields and sire numerous children and little girls."
-Kare Mfztur
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"Tracker? Is Fildmenia still… alive?" Amelia inquired.
"Indeed. Sadly. The Queen is riding her around, giggling through the palace. The court and the respectability appear to be frightened." Hunter announced inauspiciously.
"Ok. I contemplated whether it would return, however I get it didn't. So in the event that I wake this one up… " Amelia pondered, and afterward went to King Elairdrin. "My King, assuming you would remain close to me when I stir Ixtas. I figure he will react to you."
The King looked at the sculpture dubiously yet climbed alongside her.
"[Transform Stone]." Amelia initiated her capacity for the second time that day.
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Tomb of Behind the Royal Apothecary - Human Tomb of the Hero Marden Available.
Area Level: 115-200 (250)
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Ixtas woke in much the same fashion that Fildmenia had, and all three of them jerked as the horse pranced with great hooves and shook itself free of the detritus of stone. His eyes blazed with blue fire, burning and making small whooshing noises as he slowly oriented himself.
King Elairdrin murmured, remarking on how many hands high the horse was and what a magnificent representation of his species he must be.
Ixtas turned to King Elaidrin immediately and took a ground-shaking stride toward the king, stopping short mere inches before him with incredible alacrity. He bent his long neck and peered down at the King, staring him in the eyes. It was frightening, the size discrepancy. The King was being cautious and had one hand resting on the ceremonial sword at his waist. It was unnecessary, as after a long moment the great horse Ixtas leaned down and started sniffing the clothes King Elairdrin wore with great interest.
"Ah. He is looking for treats." King Elairdrin declared in astonishment. He reached up and slowly stroked the muzzle of Ixtas, but the horse pushed his hand away gently and resumed his search of the King's person in a sort of 'stop that human, I'm doing things' way.
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[Transform Stone] has increased to Beginner Level 4.
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"We're done here," Aidan spoke over the party communication feature. "How's it going, Elisha? Did you lose Forsythe yet?"
"No, he is really quiet though. I tried to talk to him but he is just staring straight ahead. I don't know if I should go faster or slow down." Elisha paused. "Should I stop?"
"Yes," Forsythe answered immediately, sounding strained.
"Don't stop Elisha. You'll never get him back on that thing." Aidan said, grinning across at Amelia.
"Okay…" Elisha said doubtfully.
"Alright. When you get there drop Forsythe off and logout for the night Elisha. It's getting late." Hunter said, obviously not wanting to get in the middle of it.
"Mom, I want to meet the Dwarf Prince," Elisha complained.
"Fine. Tomorrow is Saturday, just don't make me unplug you." Hunter said. Amelia and Aidan both began snickering.
"Shut up you guys!" Elisha said furiously. It was easy to imagine her looking embarrassed.
"It's okay. We're done here and we're going to...log out too." Amelia said, glancing at Aidan. Aidan would not be logging out so to speak but he flashed her a thumbs up anyway.
"See you tomorrow then." Aidan tossed a wave over his shoulder, disconnecting the party chat. Amelia would have thought with her current feeling he would look smaller as he walked away. Instead, his shoulders seemed impossibly broad, capable of carrying anything.
"Yeah," Amelia said, watching him go. "I'll be there."
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