Dargo is in prison for jumping on the windling.
We're all invited to have tea with the great adept conspiracy.
In the room, there are a bunch of adepts. One is an obsidiman, who instead of
 clothing has beadwork pressed into his skin in intricate patterns.
We're invited in to sit in big overstuffed leather chairs. There are also 
perches with windlings on them, but Joan sits in a chair.
"We'd like to welcome you all to the city of Travar. We're very curious about 
this "Camrish" you all claim to come from. We have records... had not known
it had reopened. In fact, we thought it was lost.  We're curious where you've
learned these things, how you became Adepts."
"I can not speak to the idea that Camrish is a lost caer, although we've lost 
much of our own history. We and about a thousand others came out as a scouting
party" (a thousand memnber scouting party?) "There were some political issues
at the time."
"Your masters were Adepts." "Yes" "And taught you Talents, and how to use them
and karmic meditations." "Yes" "What did they teach you of the Enemy, and
how not to end up as tentacled horror-spawn?"
"K'shrik, may I" -Steven
"Certainly"
"Hello, I'm Steven Bigby Mandrake, trained in the Wizardly Arts in Throal, and
I discovered this caer.... adept incidence per capita..."
"5000 orks is not an inconsiderable number"
"So a caer with hundreds more adepts than it should have expells 90% of one 
race out into the winter, a half-dozen apprenticed lead them out through the 
traps, and help them set up and live through the trials of leaving a caer--in
*that* town
Is there anything wrong with that town? Yes. It's an old Company town.
Camrish was a trading port. It exacted a tax for boats going down the river.

Margaret, I'm going to make rather free with your library. (human, ~65, sitting in the corner, glasses) and pulls out a thin leather volume with the Oracle
corporate logo on the front.
"There are prophecies from the first age or before talking about a caer
horribly maimed by a plague. The survivors (it says they are all adepts, but
it's been known to exxagerate) lead what in this language can only be a 

The second age was the age of Dragons, and perhaps the creation of the other
namegivers.
The third age was the age of Thera, where the wormwood fell apart
We are now in the fourth age--or, more properly, at it's close.

"What does it say about the dreams?"
K'shrik shows him his half-written manuscript 
"I think you folks may have a very busy next few years..."
..."Some people ... Great Empire of Leng..."
"You've heard of the Wormwood?" "There was another group of elves who split 
off Eliana Messias...  I'll cheat a little and tell you that this indicates 
that you, if you are the Dreamers, are to be involved in the return of the 
Great Empire, which I can only assume means Leng."
...
"You are likely to be much better off dealing with this if you get fully 
trained.  Don't tell anyone else about this, it's going to get you in trouble.
The eyes of Leng are everywhere. Yes, there is almost certainly a Lengese spy
in this room, or trying to watch this room.  You're going to be getting 
visitors.  Half the adepts in this city are going to be packing off to 
Camrish as "a great Legendary place for adventures"
"Go back and finish your training as quickly as possible."
"If you're willing to listen to requests, I'd suggest that you not complete 
your training in Travar. Go back to Camrish, and get those people out of 
there...if you need to purchase training here, do it quickly and try to 
keep a low profile(party exchanges glances)  or at least better 
"We're willing to offer you under the table access to the chapter houses, 
with the caveat that... you leave the city as soon as possible.
... we mentioned the elemental earth, and they said they'd try to arrange a 
buyer for it (outside the city) and were rather upset that the city guards
failed to notice.
***Person who has been speaking looks like Mr. Rogers***
(T'skrang Caer) "Either you're a tool of the horrors, or you're not, so we 
either kill you, or watch you very closely." to Tzeika

How will we know how to keep Leng away? "Ask them?" Anyone who speaks Therin
is probably from Leng.
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We go back to our hotel. Tzeika begins screaming at people about not jumping
to her defense.  Steven sent a letter to the lawyer that the Adepts
reccomended, and Gilad asked him to try to talk to the bookies about getting 
Donk out of jail.  They start planning for the battle.
They decide that they want to make a big wall with arrow slots in it to hide
behind....

I meditate on my spell matrix and bring it up to size 6, so I can make their 
wall.
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A battle begins. 

Hey Joan: do you ride that dog in bed as well as you do in the field? -Nanth

The golem died Real Soon, then Omar, then Ally, on fire, fell over.

Can I dodge as a pile of goo? - Omar the Nethermancer
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Gilad is charged with killing Omar the Nethermancer,