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Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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(all good)
Tanrial nodded, swallowing a piece of bread she'd shoved into her mouth a second before, "Yea, somehow with some bribing and persuading we did. It was getting back here that was the problem."

"And what a map!" Bernon enthused, shifting around to join their conversation. "It's really a whole book of maps and it shows all the roads, and towns, and natural landmarks and pre-war ruins and ground elevation and so much other stuff. Plus it's enchanted, so it always shows you where you are, and it updates itself if you find a new area….." He trailed off in a rather lovestruck way.
"Wow." Jackie raised an eyebrow. "I bet that didn't come cheap. Who on earth was skilled enough to make such a crazy cool map? And around here, of all places?"

"Some older guy. Can't remember his name but he seemed to be pretty well versed in magical artifacts. In fact, I wouldn't doubt if he head magic himself… plus we had a hunch it was him that created that huge storm that split us up, no proof though." She shrugged.

Jackie narrowed her eyes. "Wait really? You mean the hurricane a few days ago?"
"Yup," Bernon replied. "I don't know what that guy's game is, but I have a sneaking suspicion we haven't seen the last of him yet."
Jackie looked troubled. "I knew there were some pretty powerful magic-users here on the surface, but…..that's intense. Do you think he was working with the bandits? W could run into trouble if he is….."
"I don't think so….." Bernon tilted his head thoughtfully. "I'm guessing his plans are above and beyond anything to do with bandits. But I could be wrong….what do you think, Tanrial?"
(I'm off to work now, seeya!)

(Okie, seeya later :)
Again, she shrugged, leaning back on her hands, "I doubt he wants to have anything to do with those guys. If anything he's working with someone or something else. Those bandits have nothing to offer him and barely keep their own camp together."

Mike had been silently leaning against the tree next to them while he ate, and now he spoke up. "Bernon, do you still have that note he gave us as we were leaving Den Ys? I think I remember he left us some clues in that."
"Oh yeah…..it should still be in my backpack somewhere. Now you mention it, didn't the note say he used to work with Ryker?"
Jackie stiffened. "He worked with my dad? Wait minute….are we talking about the mayor of Den Ys, Zachry Torres? Eric and I used to supervise supply trades with him sometimes. I didn't know he made maps too….?"

"So he wasn't lying when he said he knew you all then," Tanrial tilted her head slightly, "Honestly the crap that man said I didn't believe him, guess I was wrong. Clearly that man is more talented then we all thought and I wouldn't doubt if he was finding a way to talk to Ryker right now."

"Hang on," Bernon said, getting up. "I'm gonna run back and grab the note from my room real quick."
While he was doing that, Mike finished eating and dusted the crumbs off his hands. "To answer your question, Jackie, Torres was playing two roles in his village. Somehow he'd managed to trick his people into thinking that the mayor and the map-maker were separate guys–he had to be using magic, since he didn't disguise himself at all. Who knows why. He seemed to just enjoy the trickery of it."
Jackie shook her head. "I always knew there was something off about him. Knowing he's a magic-user makes so much sense…..he used to do some pretty crazy favors for Dad that don't seem possible without mysterious powers."
"And now he's taken an interest in us, of all people," Mike said darkly. "You can see why I might think that map wasn't worth the trouble after all."

"I think you might be right there, Mike," Tanrial nodded in agreement, "If he could somehow manage to convince an entire village of people that he was two separate people for who knows how long, what's to say that map isn't tracking our movements so he could report our whereabouts to Ryker?"

"He could be……I think I remember he said he didn't really care for Ryker though." Mike spotted Bernon coming back from his trip to the tavern and straightened. "Let's see if the note can shed any light on the situation."
"I found it," Bernon puffed once he was within earshot. Unfolding the paper, he scanned the message carefully, frowning.
Mike waited. "Does he say anything about Ryker in there?"
"Hold on…..yeah, he seems to be saying that it's a good thing Ryer's gone. In fact I think he's trying to warn us that the guy won't give up easily."
"So he's trying to win our trust," Mike said thoughtfully. "Does it say why? What does he want from us?"
Bernon read a little further. "Here we go. He says he knows about our plan to take the data drive west, and wants to help us. In return, he wants us to be his…..debt collectors or something? Apparently somebody on the west coast named Blake owes him a lot of money." Bernon scratched his head. "I mean….all of this could be lies, but so far it's the only story that explains his weird behavior so I dunno what to think."

(Okie dokie, have fun at work! I’m pretty much on holidays now so I’ll be more active form now on apart from Wednesday)
“Well… the only way to figure out if he is lying is to find whoever this Blake person is and ask if he knows him. If he doesn’t then it was a lie and we should destroy the map but if not then maybe we can trust him a little,” She shrugged, “Bit risky but what else are we gonna do? Go west with no sense of direction? That’s the only map we’ve got.”

(Alrighty!)
Bernon nodded. "And it's a–"
"–A dang good map, yeah, we know," Mike finished for him. "Of course, by the time we get all the way west and find Blake, it won't matter whether Torres was lying or not because we'll have already done the entire job for him by then. But I agree that we don't seem to have any other options."
Jackie listened quietly for a minute, then took a long swig of water. "I'll tell Polla and Wren about Torres once you guys set out, and we'll do our own investigation of him. If we discover that he's up to no good, we'll take care of him, don't worry. We would have been pestering him anyway to see how much he knows about Dad's plans."

(Nvm, I'm off school for four weeks now… love that - still gotta do some work from home though)
"Hopefully this isn't all one big scheme of Rykers. Torres seemed like a pretty powerful magic user. And the skills you'd need to construct a map of that detail is beyond me," Tanrial looked to Jackie, "Just be extra careful around him from now on."

(ah okay, is that because of a certain very famous virus? Gosh I sure hope we're out of this crazy mess before much longer)
Jackie nodded. "I don't mean to doubt you when you say Torres is dangerous, but every time we dealt with him before, he was very friendly with us. Almost as eccentric as Dad, but in a more harmless way, I guess. Hopefully we'll be able to have a civil talk with him about all this without starting a fight."
"Well, good luck," Mike said. "We appreciate your help."
Just then Snatch dashed over and tugged at Tanrial's sleeve. "Tanrial, c'mere! There's something flying way up in the sky, come see!"

(Quite possibly. Parents don't want me goin into school anymore so I'm working from home this week. Then I'm on holidays since they moved everything forwards to plan online classes. Actual so sick of this virus)
Tanrial kept her eye roll to herself as she turned to Snatch, "It's probably just a bird or something Snatch, or some other form of flying creature."

(Yeah, me too, and I'm pretty lucky to live in an area where it hasn't affected me or my family much yet. We homeschool and my dad's retired, so the only time I have to leave the house is for my job at the vet clinic. Besides, I heard there's only like fifty confirmed cases in our state rn so we haven't got hit very hard at all…. so far anyway ^^; Good luck with online classes, those are bound to be a bit weird if they're getting set up on such short notice.)
"No, no, it's not a bird! Look!" Snatch tugged harder on Tanrial's arm and firmly pointed up at the clear blue sky, leveling her arm directly at a tiny speck overhead.
It was not a bird. It moved far too smoothly and directly, and its wings did not flap. It was so high up that it was almost invisible, except for the faint white trail it left behind it. A faint, steady rumbling sound like thunder was slowly following in the thing's wake, as if it was making a terrific roar but from a great distance.
"Tanrial, what is it?" Snatch asked, her eyes squinty as she tried to track it.

(Yeah, there's been more the fifty cases in my state and my bf thought he had it for a moment, luckily he doesn't. Luckily I just have to get though this week of basically homeschool before I'm on holidays.. not looking forward to next term :/ hope you and your family stay safe and don't get effected too much)
Tanrial was going to to protest and brush Snatch off again when she finally looked up, blocking her hand from the sun and squinting to get a good look at whatever it was over head. For a moment she was still convinced it was a bird but not for very long, "I… I think it's a plane. But that's basically impossible in this day and age."

(Yeah yours too, be safe fam hug)
Snatch tilted her head. "A plain? What's that? A plain what?"
Bernon had noticed they were staring at something and came over to see as well. "What's going on?"
(I have to go to work now, speaking of. Seeya later!)

(hugs back have fun at work, ttyl)
Tanrial nodded to the thing in the sky, "See that up there? I'm pretty sure it's a plane judging by how smooth it's flying and the fact it has contrails, the faint white trail. But that can't be right since no one uses planes anymore, it's impossible to find the parts for them."

"Woah…." Bernon shaded his eyes and stared up at the aircraft in disbelief. "It must be from another country," he said, his voice tinged with awe. "I heard some of them still build and fly planes sometimes. I wonder what it's doing so far from home?…."
By now the villagers and children had noticed the plane as well, and were gathering on the beach to watch it fly over. Some of them looked a bit scared by the distant rumbling of its engines, but most seemed just as curious and excited as Bernon was. After a few more minutes, the plane crossed the sky and majestically carried on its way towards the horizon.
Bernon whistled. "Wish I could have gotten a picture of that. Planes are a once-in-a-lifetime sight these days."

Tanrial chuckled lightly, patting Bernon on the back, "Who knows, maybe when we make it to the coast there might be a few. Doubt it but there's more of a chance of seeing one there then out here. Why even is there a plane this far out anyway? Weird."

Mike came to join them, frowning at the sky. "I guess it could just be some rich travelers taking the fastest route from one place to another. Maybe they're headed for Canada, it's not too far. It is strange….but clearly they want nothing to do with the people down here."
Bernon sighed. "Someday, I wanna fly in a plane like that. I know it'll probably never happen, but don't let me forget, okay? I hope you're right about there being some on the coast, Tanrial….it looks like the most amazing thing ever."

She huffed a laugh, shrugging a shoulder, "I mean if you like cramped spaces and over priced crisps then sure, it's amazing. But it is pretty cool to be able to travel to where ever you want in only a few hours."

(brb, gotta eat)
Snatch wrinkled her nose, quickly becoming bored now that the plane was gone. "Eh. Flying with wings is cooler, I'll bet. When my wings grow big enough, I'm gonna go way higher and faster than that ol' plane! Hah!"