[b]Ganti/ Gaudete[/b]

Ganti chuckled as the bard walked over to the bar, knocked back an odd drink, then collapsed on the ground. Shaking her head, smiling, she arose and walked back towards the bar. As Locien rose a small silver flask he had produced he would slyly pluck it from his hands.

“Thanks, mate.” She would say with a coy smile, knocking back the flask and taking a swig. "So," She said wiping her mouth. "How's it goin', ol' chaps?

[b]Halcyon[/b]

“Hello? Flame-haired? Dark one?” Halcyon heard ring out in his mind. Opening one eye, he gazed up to the man enveloped in his aura. Clever man, he thought to himself.
“Can you teach me to wield the power of the artifact around my neck?”
“Your neck? Gems that are around my neck, you mean. Mayhaps, weakling.” Halcyons smooth voice drifted between the minds of the two like honey. “They offer great power to the wielder. I am not sure your frail body could handle it… But I can hear the desperation in your voice. And I am a gente, a kind god.” He though smiling to himself. “I will teach you, in return for two favors; One, you must tell me who you are, where you are from, and why you have these stones. The second favor, I will tell you in good time. So, good man, there is no time like the present. Who are you?”

[b]Fitz[/b]

Fitz looked on at the odd display, flesh being sewn together before his eyes. “This is some straight up Frankenstein crap you got goin on here Jeannot.” He said his soul mate. With a small ding, the low hum of the mechanical creator ceased. The body appeared to be ready, looking almost like an identical twin to Fitz. Fitz felt his soul lighten and beam. They could finally begin-
“Wait, Jeannot.” Fitz slowed his mind. “Remember what happened last time? The body was destroyed. Can’t we test this body somehow? See if it will work?”