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[second_time_around]

I really need to see that room underground, to see if I can understand that magic that was going on...

Fëanor: *walking over to the sewer entrance after leaving the palace*
Celegorm: *leaves the House of Healing after Lio falls asleep and sees Feanor* Father!
Fëanor: *pauses and turns* Turkafinwë! Hello!
Celegorm: *gives him a hug* It is good to see you, especially in light of all that has happened. I just saw Lio. He's lucky to be alive.
Fëanor: It is good to see you too! *hugs back* Yes, he is. I saw him get stabbed. It was a bad wound. I'm glad they were able to save him.
Celegorm: Me, too. I'm still unclear about what happened or why. Who are those crazy Elves?
Fëanor: It seems they were a cult, of some sort. Here, I'm on my way to their lair. Do you want to join me? I can explain what I know.



Celegorm: Yes, I'd like to see it for myself. From what I understand, the leaders are still at large in the city.
Fëanor: They did escape. *frowns* I was fighting with one, and he ran, and then there was too much fighting to chase after him. *shakes his head* From what I understand, they were sacrificing newcomers to the city, because they believed the city was angry, and that's why time was being changed, and people being dragged here.
Celegorm: *frowns* That's even crazier than I thought. Sacrifice? I can hardly comprehend it.
Fëanor: I know. It's nothing I've ever heard of before. *pauses at the entrance to the sewers* It smells terrible in here. Prepare yourself.
Celegorm: I lived with Atarinke for years. I'm used to horrible smells. *wry smile*
Fëanor: *smiles* All right then. *leads the way into the sewers, which luckily, are lit with torches along the walls now, thanks to the guards working down there; nods to the guards as they pass* I think... there was something influencing those crazy elves.
Celegorm: *the hairs on the back of his neck stand up* I think you're right. There was...is...some powerful magic at work.
Fëanor: *glances at him as they proceed down the corridors* I'm glad you feel it as well. Not everyone could. I could feel it as I walked the city.
Celegorm: What is your opinion of the origins of the magic? Is it generated by the cultish Elves or by the city itself?
Fëanor: *as they enter the altar room* It's something... in the city. But not the elves. I'm not sure it's the city itself. *looks to the altar, but it's gone* Oh... *stops where it was* This is where the altar was... where the magic was the strongest. The guards have taken it away.
Celegorm: Curious. *walks over to the bare spot and feels a shiver run down his spine* I can still feel...something. I want to look at the altar for myself. I will get one of those human guards to let me see it. They're easy enough to convince.
Fëanor: *nods* I wanted to destroy it but... well. The bad magic has diminished. It feels... for lack of a better word... quiet.
Celegorm: Hmm...*concentrates* Like it's waiting for something...? After we have examined the altar, we will destroy it. It shouldn't remain intact, not if it can be used for evil.
Fëanor: Yes. I will talk to Turukáno about it. I don't mind his guards examining it, but it should not be kept.
Celegorm: Agreed. Let me know when you plan to talk with Turu, and I will come with you. Between the two of us, we'll convince him to destroy it.
Fëanor: *nods* Let's get out of here now. I don't like it down here.
Celegorm: Me, either. I'll treat you to dinner. You choose the place.
Fëanor: Excellent! *grins* There's a place that has something called tacos? Let's go there.
Celegorm: *chuckles* Sounds good.

Mmm, tacos.