Part 4
“Last night we found that it was more amazing than we knew. While we were asleep, Reggie and Helemia managed to project their consciousness beyond Talia, and they went exploring, I guess. We don’t know why, but Reggie contacted Kragorram. Kragorram was asleep at the time, so Reggie just bumped into his psionic shields, and that might have been the end of it. However, Helemia detected a Sylvan out in the mountains…”
He continued to relate the rest of what had occurred the night before.
“…so that’s where it stands right now. Between the adults and the kids, we’ve got about eleven thousand combat capable Sylvan out there, but their god told them to leave us alone. If we’d have found out about them any other way, I’d say we should just ignore them until the time-bubble comes down, and let our gods deal with their God of Stealth then, and he can deal with his people. On the other hand, he’s not here, and we know about them now, and since Helemia almost killed one of them last night and we’ve got him unconscious at Yazadril’s place, they know we know about them. And, they might not be very understanding about what Helemia did. Even if we tell them the truth of what happened, they might not believe it. I probably wouldn’t if I was them.
“So, we’ve got a few issues to deal with here. We’re pretty sure we can keep Reggie and Helemia from trying to get into anyone else’s mind, but if you feel anything strange that you think might be them, let us know right away. They’ve been affected by their experience rather profoundly. They now think in words and complete sentences. Unfortunately, Reggie thinks in Draconian, and Helemia thinks in a Sylvan language called Blezogeth. Luckily enough, Talia and I learned that language when we were training with Quewanak, but still, it’s been more than a little strange for all of us.
“To counter that, we’ve been staying deeply Linked with them at all times since they woke up this morning, and we’ll keep that up until the influence of our personalities has countered what they got last night.
“Kragorram, how are you doing?”
“My head no longer hurts, which is nice. Your son is still passively aware of me, psionicly speaking, much as Povon is. He is not in my mind anymore, but he is constantly aware of where I am, and my basic state of mind.
“After Povon cured my headache, I considered the experience quite carefully. I know that he meant me no distress; he was just curious. He chose me because he likes me. When I disregard the unpleasant aspects of the experience, I think it would have been a fine thing to share his Link if I had been aware of what was happening at the time. I think he will have a character of great nobility, and I suspect that he will have some talent with the crafting of items as well.”
good to know.” Mark nodded. “And now that you mention it, I can feel his awareness of you through the Link. That’s
one standing right here beside me, and I wouldn’t even know it? How do we know they won’t be
been so distracted with my kids that I didn’t even consider that.”
inside the Wards when they are cast. They may be invisible and silent, but they still have weight, their bodies still give off heat, and they can be
they go. We should not allow any of our children
to say to the Sylvan God of Stealth. Once they are aware of his existence, I doubt even he will be
to be on the safe side, the next few times we do combat training, we should have Quewanak and Ria make up a few exercises to prepare us for an attack by a few thousand
They can’t be any tougher than the
all here, we might as well stay and visit for a while. Besides, the kids look like they’re having too much fun to want to
and were now all engaged in running madly up Kragorram’s body from his tail to his head and jumping off, then running around to do it again. Povon cast a blue glow on the Soft Landing spell so none of them would miss it, and was watching closely while taking part in a conversation on tactics for combat against undetectable Sylvan. Kragorram took part in that conversation as well, while patiently ignoring the children of
evening meal for everyone, since it seemed the spontaneous gathering would continue until sundown. Suddenly she froze, and blurted; “He’s
Sana inquired, a bit alarmed
examination room! He should have remained sedated for hours yet, and I have diagnostics constantly running on him, in case he had a setback while we were gone. But now he’s gone! It’s like he just faded
center of the room. “Can you find the