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Nov 12, 2019 8:30 AM
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In a world of gods and heroes, a wizard and a cleric prepare to test the wizard's latest invention.

A little later, in a world of power and strife, a robot begs for escape for herself and her master.

A little later again, a world of sorcery and bloodlines receives four visitors.

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Temple is enjoying his visit to Milirevi. An interesting and historical cityscape with diverse people and cultural influences? Absolutely lovely for a sorcery nerd like Temple. A lot of uniquely interesting things to do. Even less advisable stuff like trying to teach small tricks to street children. 

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The four of them appear next to him, facing the girl he's showing the trick to: A very short, dark-skinned, frazzled-looking man, a tanned, weatherbeaten man with hair well on its way to grey, and what appears to be a slender woman made of silvery metal carrying a bonelessly unresponsive woman significantly taller than she is half-draped over her shoulder and a large bag. 

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Temple makes an undignified sound and interposes himself between the child and... this group. "What the-why?"

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"My apologies, sir. We're - refugees, I suppose - one moment, please." He asks the metal woman a question in an unfamiliar language, gesturing at the girl, and receives a response in the same language, then says something in an entirely different language to the man. "Ertan," he indicates the man, "is testing a new spell, and it targeted your friend by accident. We'd like to speak to her later, if that's all right."

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"Oh? What kind of new spell?" Then he remembers non-nerd priorities. "I mean, if she wants to? Do you want to?" He glances at the child.

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She's peering out from behind him, clearly curious.

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"A teleportation spell; we weren't expecting it to take us between worlds. If our guess is right, your friend is the same person as DZ's companion in the magic's eyes, and also the same as Ertan's cousin."

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"You mean that you have targeted teleportation?" He almost forgets to keep himself between them and Daska. "What do you mean with same person? Also, is there something wrong with her?" he indicates the unconscious woman and decides to wait a second to ask what's going on with DZ.

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"There is; it's a complicated situation related to the magic from their world. DZ expects her to recover in time; healing magic hasn't helped. We believe the magic considers them the same because it brought us to them when we tried to teleport to his cousin, and then here when we tried again, and there's a resemblance between them."

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"Okay, this sounds like both you are from a new set of worlds Have new kinds of magic. And need magical help. Do you want help? I can help and I am absolutely interested in help."

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"What kind of magical help are you thinking of?"

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"It depends on what kind of problem she is facing. Maybe she needs specialized healing? Or it's an actively magical effect that needs breaking. Fixing something with in her mind is also possible, but far more tricky."

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"Let's go somewhere else, and I'll ask DZ if she thinks any of those might help."

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"Great!" Then he frowns. "I don't actually live in this city, but I know the family of some friends that would definitely want to help and it should be better equipped than my other options."

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He nods. "Ertan and I are used to sleeping outdoors, if the four of us are an imposition." He then speaks to Ertan and then DZ; the former nods, the latter says something brief and deferential.

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And Daska comes out from behind Temple to approach DZ and take her counterpart's hand; the woman shifts slightly at the touch.

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Temple will lead the way towards the Vaesteri temple, trying to not put too much skip on his step because this sounds like a serious situation that wouldn't be helped by him going "Yay! New Magic!"

Instead, he says. "I am pretty sure people will be interested enough to provide you accommodations. Heck, I will do it myself if no one doesn't want to."

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(It would take quite a perceptive person to notice that Raafi is also hiding his delight at the situation.)

"Thank you."

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When they get to the temple, Daska squeezes Deskyl's hand and lets her go, instead getting Raafi's attention to indicate in gesture that she'll be in a nearby plaza.

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He should've figured out that something like that might happen.

As they approach, some people emerge from the temple itself and approach the group. One notices the flopped Deskyl and goes back inside again, emerging with a stretcher.

"What happened?" Asks someone.

"There is apparently some weird magical interaction going with the unconscious woman." Temple answers to the temple person, realizing the potential wordplay belatedly. "Is any of the Vaesteri triplets here yet? I am friend and I think they would want to take a look at this personally."

"Okay. Names?" They wordlessly offer the stretcher for Deskyl. "Are you alright? Can you dismiss the metallic skin?" They ask DZ.

"I am Temple Grayward."

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DZ carefully lowers Deskyl onto the stretcher and stays by her, holding her hand.

"I'm Raafi, cleric of Fharlanghn, the god of travel of my world. This is Ertan Featherlight, a wizard of the Bluefoot clan. The metal woman is DZ-twelve-Q, and my understanding is that she's entirely nonmagical. Her companion is Sith Apprentice Deskyl. I'm using magic to speak and understand your language, and DZ's; I have about an hour left on this casting and one more casting today."

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"It's... an honor to have you all here. We will get the Vaesteri in a second." There is a sense that they don't feel paid enough to deal with this.

"I can renew it for you," Temple offers.

"Can you tell us the symptoms?"

They lead the way inside through corridors with no furniture in the middle but the walls are covered with shelves and shelves of miscellaneous objects and a few books, except for some plastic chairs under a window. They unfurl a thin rolled up mattress to laid down Deskyl.

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"I'll need to ask."

DZ continues to stay right with her master, sitting crosslegged on the floor when she's moved to the mattress; once she's settled, Raafi relays the question, and then her answer. "This has happened a few times now; she was taken away by another Sith - DZ's world's type of magic user - and returned unresponsive, like this. She'll recover, given time, but she's never been given long enough between attacks to recover completely. Sleeping seems to help her. When she's more recovered she has memory problems, especially after she pushes herself physically or mentally, and is easily exhausted. She also can't hear or speak, but that's an existing disability that she was using magic to fix, not something the attack did."

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"We might need you to move for a few moments during the casting and diagnosis," says a person.

"Don't worry. She is actually entirely made of metal." Says the other, shocking the first. "And we can at least keep her comfortable while resting."

"Would a wakefulness transfer help?" Temple asks.

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Raafi asks, and DZ demonstrates that if she moves her hand across Deskyl's field of vision, the woman's eyes track it. "She's awake, she says, she's just not - there."

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