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After Adarin and Isabella depart, Edarial gets back to juggling projects. Unsurprisingly, Iobel is a large help in this. Once she gets a handle on all of the things involved with being a monarch, he can not constantly be doing that alone. He still helps, he's still there doing monarch things and fixing the country, but now he's got a bit more free time to devote to other things.
Accordingly, there's a project he picks back up that he was only tinkering with before his marriage. He'd like to reinvent the fountain that heals familiars, have there be others in strategic locations, so that spellbinders don't need to rush to the capitol to avoid being unmade. Progress on the project's always been slow, there's a reason that it hasn't just been reinvented immediately after the spell charts were lost, but he's got some very good reasons to work on it with a near-obsessive zeal.
One day, to his utter surprise, when he goes to find another portion of the spell-chart to complete, he can't find it. He stares at the chart, stunned. Then he starts checking his work. It takes him a few days to finish the corrections.
Then he's done. He's remade a revolutionary spell chart.
He picks up the huge spell chart, does his best to fold it down to a reasonable travel size, and then heads off to show the nearest spell binder - Iobel.
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"They were after - actually I'm not sure even they knew. Democracy, supposedly. Or a republic. Or a constitutional monarchy? Or possibly a dictatorship, I think someone wanted me to declare war on Lathalind."
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Iobel snorts. "Perhaps their goals are more clear if they're taken as individuals."
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"Perhaps, I tried to get them to either address me one at a time with their concerns or write letters. They seemed to agree on letters and that was when they dispersed."
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"All right. It might be a better idea if we hadn't so recently stumbled on such a - resource mine. The public reveal is going to hit like a meteor when it comes, and I think centralized handling is probably the best way to deal with the opportunities."
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"I do agree, but they put forth the idea of a constitution, which isn't a bad one."
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"Right, so we can get started on that. But just about everything else - I don't think they knew what they wanted."
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He nods. "Yeah. I might also ask people from other parts of the country what they want in a constitution, it doesn't seem fair to let one city dictate what's in it."
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"One extremely confused special interest group in one city," laughs Edarial.
Then, the hex goes - the former city meeting hall now has a fountain.
Then, the hex goes - the former city meeting hall now has a fountain.
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Cricket announces he has a headache and trots up to said fountain to dip his paw in it.
Then - the building rocks on its foundations and collapses around them.
Iobel screams as a falling beam snaps her leg.
Then - the building rocks on its foundations and collapses around them.
Iobel screams as a falling beam snaps her leg.
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Edarial is not as lucky. Falling debris slam into him, and he goes sprawling. Shocked, he starts checking himself for damage. His pronouncement is at least one broken rib (possibly more than one) a fracture in his arm, and -
- Then a stray rafter slams into his head and he stops his self-analysis really quickly.
- Then a stray rafter slams into his head and he stops his self-analysis really quickly.
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As the plaster and splinters settle around them, Iobel coughs, hard, and assesses the situation.
A piece of the ceiling landed propped against a stack of crates. There is not enough room to stand - not that she could - but there is room to move, with some allowances to debris that made it down before that ceiling chunk did. The windows are done for, so it's dark in here - "Cricket."
"I'm fine," says Cricket. "In the fountain. Got hurt, healed right away."
"Edarial. Berathyme."
A piece of the ceiling landed propped against a stack of crates. There is not enough room to stand - not that she could - but there is room to move, with some allowances to debris that made it down before that ceiling chunk did. The windows are done for, so it's dark in here - "Cricket."
"I'm fine," says Cricket. "In the fountain. Got hurt, healed right away."
"Edarial. Berathyme."
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There is a silence, from Edarial.
Berathyme replies, though. "I am - injured. My binder isn't moving. Where is the fountain?"
Berathyme replies, though. "I am - injured. My binder isn't moving. Where is the fountain?"
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"Cricket. Get Berathyme and lead her to the fountain."
"Yes," agrees Cricket, and he follows Berathyme's voice.
"Edarial," says Iobel again, starting to grope around carefully in the dark.
"Yes," agrees Cricket, and he follows Berathyme's voice.
"Edarial," says Iobel again, starting to grope around carefully in the dark.
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Berathyme sloooowly slithers to the fountain, and then she is healed. She says, "Edarial is back where I came, you're close to -"
There is a low groan, from that direction. Near Iobel.
There is a low groan, from that direction. Near Iobel.
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"What's hurt?" Iobel asks, taking her hand away but forming a mental map of where the rest of him probably is so she can avoid jostling him. "Are you actively bleeding, do I need to be putting pressure on a wound till midnight comes?"
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"... Can I just go with everything?" he half-laughs, slurring his words a little.
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"Sure, but you have to tell me what to focus on first. Bleeding?" she prompts. "Stay awake, you sound concussed if I'm any judge, I have a spell for that but it has to wait for midnight."
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"Mm. Dunno if I am," mutters Edarial. "But lots of things hurt - ... broken ribs, fractured arm, th're was another one but I forget what it was..."
Berathyme slithers over. "I do not believe he's bleeding," she pronounces. "Externally."
Berathyme slithers over. "I do not believe he's bleeding," she pronounces. "Externally."
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"Okay. I could set the arm but it'd be a waste, it won't misheal between now and midnight, the important thing is to stay awake, you understand? Talk to me."