[center][h1][color=662d91]Mors vincit omnia[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][sub](Death conquers all)[/sub][/center]

[b][color=silver]Ferrin[/color][/b]

   Ferrin's eye twiched as Time Lord spoke. [i]Making fun of some one asking for help is low. I can't blame him, though. I'd probably do the same if our roles were reversed.[/i] Surprisingly, instead of returning verbal fire, Ferrin took a deep breath and let out a sound that sounded suspiciously like a sigh. [color=silver]"Thank you, I owe you one."[/color] He said. [color=silver]"Those two will explain everything. Take them to Jamie and ask for her help, tell her its in return for helping Mithera out."[/color] He crouched as if to jump. [color=silver]"Aether enhance, Leg Point."[/color] He said. Ferrin sprang to the top of the nearest building, and started making his way across town. 

    Ferrin stopped to confirm he was going in the right direction. Crocus had been around in his time, but much had changed. He suspected that the whole city was not in the same place, and it was much larger than he remembered. But there was one structure that stood in the same place for a century. Ferrin dropped down in front of the Crocus Grand Library. [i]She always told me, when in search of knowlage, always consult a book, first.[/i] Ferrin thought. He took a moment to admire the massive scale the building was built on, and it's architecture. It looked more like a massive cathedral than a library, with huge stained-glass windows depicting unfamiliar scenes and severel massive domes connected by long corridors to the centermost dome, even bigger than the others. Ferrin walked in, between two large staturs of maidens bearing books in one hand and exquisitly carved flowers in the other and through massive double doors that stood wide open, welcoming visitors inside.

  The inside had an open space around a semi-circular desk with several stern-faced librarians sitting behind it. In all directions, there were rows and rows of bookshelves that formed hallways. Ferrin had tucked his Gauntlet into a pocket, so he didn't stick out too much, although it would probably be hard to not notace a man as large and as tall as Ferrin was in a big white coat and scars decorating his face. He strode up to one of the librarians, a silver-haired, elderly man with a sharp, severe face and a stern expression, who was clearly engrossed in some thick, dusty tome. Ferrin cleared his throat, as loudy and obnoxiously as possible. Then, to add insault, he coughed a few time. Up went the man's eyes without moving his head. He eyed Ferrin, who stood there smiling. "What do you want?" The old man asked. [color=silver]"Now, that is a broad question, after all, I don't know of you are asking what I want personaly, what I want to do, or what I want in comming here."[/color] Ferrin said, with his grin. The old man's face crinkled into a scowl, and he shut his book woth a resounding boom that echoed slighly. Ferrin looked around, thoughtfully. [color=silver]"Good acoustics in here."[/color] He noted aloud. The old man said "Allow me to reiterate, then. Why are you here in this library talking to me, what do you intend to accomplise, and what do you want here?" [color=silver]"Now we are getting somewhere."[/color] Ferrin said. [color=silver]"I am here to do research on the history of Crocus."[/color] The old Librarian's scowl turned to a smug expression. "Now that's a broad subject indeed, after all, you could mean recent history, ancient history, or pathologic history." He said. Ferrin nodded. [color=silver]"Touché. Ancient history, them, from sveral centuries ago. Around the beginning of the Grand Magic Games, I think."[/color] He said. The Librarian nodded. He reached under his desk and pulled out a small orange lacrima. "This lacrima will lead you to the section you want, and it will lead you back when you are finished. Just follow it and you will be fine." He said, handing Ferrin the stone, and promply going back to his tome, ignoring Ferrin's existance.


   As soon as Ferrin touched the stone, a small arrow appeared about a foot in front of him, hovering in the air, pointing down a row of bookshelves. [i]Interesting[/i] Ferrin thought. He quicklywalked in the direction it pointed. When he came to an intersection, the arrow swiveled to point down a different path. Ferrin marvled at the thing. [i]Whatever enchantment in on this thing it must be fiendishly complex. It would be easy to make it point in the direction of the target, but having it point the way to the target is quite a feat. Whoever made this must have been a master.[/i] Ferrin continued to puzzle over the small lacrima as he followed it through the twisty maze of shelves. He soon came to a spot where the hallways met in a T. The lacrima pointed straight at the wall. Ferrin got close enough to read a plaque, that said "history of Crocus, X500-600". [i]This must be the spot.[/i] He thought. Ferrin looked at the shelves that spanned from the floor to the ground, and streached endlessly in both directions. [i]Good thing I kept my pair of Gale-Force Reading Glasses.[/i] Ferrin pulled them out of a pocket, and got to reading.

   Several hours, and hundreds of books later, Ferrin though he knew what the necromancer was after. And it wasn't good. [i]But...something like that would require a big ritual, a skilled mage and tons of magic. That necromancer seems skilled, but where would one hide a magic ritual of such proportion? And how would they get the magic energy required?Everytime I find an answer, it only spawns more questions.[/i] Ferrin stood up, and looked at the mess of books he had made. [i]I have learned all I can here. I must get moving.[/i] Ferrin used his magic, and his razor sharp memory to put every book back where it belonged incredibly quickly. 

  Ferrin sprinted back, following the lacrima, to the entrance. Without breaking stride, he placed the lacrima back on the desk as he ran passed it. [i]Now, I need to relocate the Twin and Seth. They are out of my Telepathy range, but the ring I left with them, will let me find them. If all goes to plan, we can stop this crazy mage before anyone gets hurt.[/i] Ferrin thought. He ran out the doors and came to a sudden stop. In a semi-circle, surrounding the entrance of the library were rows upon rows of the Rune Knights. A frog-person stepped forward and proclaimed, in s loud, high-pitched voice. "Ferrin Astra, You are hearby under arrest on the authority of the Magic Council for the attack on Iron Enigma. Any attempt to resist will be forcefully stopped with extreme prejudice." 

[i]Fuck[/i]

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[color=004b80]Colt[/color] and [color=ed1c24]Claire[/color]

  When Ferrin took off, Colt was silent for a long moment, as he looked at Time Lord. Eventualy he shuffled nervously. [color=004b80]"Uh...I'm Colt,"[/color] He said, pointing to his eyes. [color=004b80]"Claire is here too, but she's angry and won't come out."[/color] Eyes red. [color=ed1c24]"I'm not angry!"[/color] Claire said. Eyes Blue. [color=004b80]"There she is, and yes, you are."[/color] He said. [color=004b80]"So, anyway, Ferrin called you Time Lord, right? Thats an odd name."[/color] He said.

[@Caits]