pm] <14Molly> **Morgan is riding Xantha. The path they're on winds over the dew-sprinkled grass in the first throes of dawn. They are surprisingly silent, man and horse, though both clad in metal and weighted with the steel tools of Eisen's greatest trade. No warnings of red marr the lightening sky, and fresh spray is tossed up over the edge of the island into their path.
[9:39pm] * @Morgan looks around, bemused
[9:41pm] <14Molly> **He knows where he is, not long having left the warship he's served on for the past two years. It is Insel, the north coast he travels faces out into the sea, and eventually, hundreds of leagues away, Vestennavmanjaar. The salty air is as familiar a companion now as HeinzHarold, once more captured by the enemy
[9:44pm] * @Morgan rides on, cautiously
[9:45pm] <14Molly> **The fort-town the Vaticine's have set up here is named Dietmund. With the rumours of a truce, the name and it's similarity to that of the girl who awaits him in Sudlachenburg seems like a good omen of peace at last. He rounds a bend, and the hastily erected garrison comes in to view
[9:49pm] * @Morgan pulls up, climbing down quietly before looking the garrison over
[9:50pm] <14Molly> **it looks far less secure than he himself would have built, with several entrances. It appears to be fairly quiet so early in the morning
[9:51pm] * @Morgan pulls Xantha close before looking between the horse and the main gate several times
[9:52pm] <14Molly> **Xantha follows whatever commands are given ((so do as ya please! ;) ))
[9:53pm] * @Morgan bends down, picking up several smallish rocks and putting them in a small bag before nudging the horse, watching him walk slowly towards the main gate before moving quietly to a side gate
[9:54pm] <14Molly> **He loses sight of the horse as he goes around. The gate appears to be locked
[9:56pm] * @Morgan sighs, stepping back, looking up at the garrison outer defensive fence
[9:57pm] <14Molly> **it looks scalable, and doesn't appear to be watched
[9:58pm] * @Morgan starts climbing, listening out for anyone noticing a riderless horse
[9:59pm] <14Molly> **there is a sound of a few shouts of alert, and a gate opening
[10:00pm] * @Morgan climbs quicker, stopping at the top to look over
[10:02pm] <14Molly> **he can see the whole compound, several smaller buildings surrounding a large one in the centre. A few men stand around Xantha arguing about his origins. A few more appear bleary-eyed from a makeshift tavern.
[10:03pm] * @Morgan shuffles over the top and clambers down towards a quiet corner, glancing around the yard before looking at the main building
[10:05pm] <14Molly> **there are a mix of men in full suits of armour and some in basic helmetless chain mail. The main building is guarded by two men if armour
[10:06pm] <14Molly> **he notices the noise from the main gate has stopped, and something feels utterly wrong about this fact
[10:06pm] * @Morgan looks towards the gate
[10:08pm] <14Molly> **from his current vantage point, he can't  see the gate or main entry
[10:09pm] * @Morgan creeps along the fence towards a smaller building
[10:10pm] <14Molly> **there are two guards at the door, both in very basic mail vests and armed with simple short swords. 
[10:11pm] * @Morgan looks back towards the gate
[10:12pm] <14Molly> **he still can't see anything, although shouts of alarm begin once more, and he can faintly hear Xanthas hooves as he walks
[10:13pm] * @Morgan sidles slowly up to the guards, leaning nonchalently against the building
[10:14pm] <04@Morgan> Reckon one of those objectionist boys fell off on the walk up here?
[10:16pm] <14Molly> **the first one to spot him replies "most likely, bloody fools". The other looks much younger than the middle-aged man who spoke, barely fourteen or fifteen
[10:17pm] <04@Morgan> I seen one trip over his own leg
[10:20pm] <14Molly> **they both laugh. The younger one, whose accent is somewhere between Insel and Sudlachenburg, says "Captain Mieler did that drunk last week, fell into the well, did you see him?"
[10:20pm] * @Morgan shrugs
[10:21pm] <04@Morgan> nah, I was slogging through the rain over by the drachenburg range
[10:23pm] <14Molly> *the younger man nods, though the older one looks confused. A sizeable group of men head their way.
[10:24pm] <14Molly> Ym: Better to be at sea, don't notice the rain much
[10:24pm] <04@Morgan> 'ere ya go, this lot don' look too 'appy
[10:26pm] <14Molly> Om: Oh, here's the Captain now
[10:26pm] <14Molly> **the group is ten strong*
[10:31pm] <14Molly> ** they approach the building, still muttering about the horse. The Captain sees Morgan, and for a moment is shocked, speechless
[10:32pm] * @Morgan points at the captain
[10:32pm] <04@Morgan> You Mieler?
[10:33pm] <14Molly> **he nods, confused. 
[10:33pm] <04@Morgan> You and I need to talk rather urgently
[10:35pm] <14Molly> C: Who are you and what are you doing here? **he is as tall as Morgan, but already suffering a large middle-age spread, rotund and slow moving
[10:36pm] <04@Morgan> I'm afraid I cant say in the open... like I said, you and I need to chat... now
[10:39pm] <14Molly> C: **he nods curtly. He looks at the guards on the door* Franz, Elliott, follow me. **he looks at Morgan* You too. **he turns and nearly marches as he goes towards the main building
[10:40pm] * @Morgan saunters along behind them, looking round the yard
[10:41pm] <14Molly> **A few armoured men watch the main gate, and the large grey horse there. They don't seem to dare to take their eyes off him 
[10:41pm] * @Morgan chuckles quietly, following the captain and his men
[10:43pm] <14Molly> **they enter the main building, passing two guards, before going up a flight of stairs into a corridor containing three doors. He opens the middle, letting Morgan in. He gives instructions to the others to wait outside
[10:45pm] <14Molly> **inside are two empty crates for makeshiftchairs and nothing else
[10:46pm] <04@Morgan> cosy
[10:46pm] <14Molly> C: take a seat 
[10:46pm] * @Morgan sits gently on a corner of a crate
[10:47pm] <14Molly> **it holds his weight. The Captain remains standing* So?
[10:47pm] <04@Morgan> I'll need a map
[10:47pm] <14Molly> For?
[10:48pm] <04@Morgan> Mieler, get your head out of your ass and notice that I'm neither intimidated nor impressed by you and get the damn map
[10:49pm] <14Molly> **he glares at Morgan** I am the Captain, and this is my camp. I want to know who the devil you think you are, and how you got in here
[10:50pm] * @Morgan sighs, pulling a sheaf of paper out, slapping it on the opposite crate
[10:50pm] <14Molly> **he reads it**
[10:50pm] <04@Morgan> Orders from General Rosberg as to my objectives here and your requirement to assist in them....
[10:52pm] * @Morgan looks around the office while the captain reads them
[10:53pm] <14Molly> **he grunts** I see.
[10:54pm] <04@Morgan> Some details, eh... You've heard the wars winding down, getting settled, all that?
[10:55pm] <14Molly> Rumours, spread by the Objectionist pigs to cover up that they've lost.
[10:56pm] <04@Morgan> almost. almost. While you were taking your dip last week, I was busy actually doing some work. The objectionist boys seem to have taken some military advice from the montaigne, and put the rumours of truce about... they are, however, massing a force of, lets say, helpers on the far side *he thinks* probably within the drachenburg range by now
[10:58pm] <14Molly> Helpers?
[10:58pm] * @Morgan glances at the door
[10:59pm] <04@Morgan> until the new orders arrive, this goes no further... we don't want anyone knowing we're onto them
[10:59pm] <14Molly> **he nods briefly*
[11:01pm] <04@Morgan> Foreign nationals... cant win their own war so they've got others to help 'em.
[11:01pm] <14Molly> Who would help such an abominable cause?
[11:02pm] <04@Morgan> details on that are fuzzy, given that it was a hunch that led us to the discovery. So, quietly, you need to prepare your men to gear back up, those bleary eyed morons in the taverna wouldn't spot an invasion if it ran right over them
[11:03pm] <14Molly> **he nods** I can do that
[11:03pm] <04@Morgan> good man. I believe you've got a man in custody
[11:04pm] <14Molly> Yes **he looks proud of himself**
[11:04pm] <04@Morgan> You've questioned him?
[11:05pm] <14Molly> Not much point, he's barely able to dress himself
[11:05pm] <04@Morgan> oh?
[11:06pm] <14Molly> **he laughs** he's a complete idiot. If that's the best the Objectionists can muster, they're doomed
[11:06pm] <04@Morgan> tell me, did you catch him... or find him?
[11:07pm] <14Molly> Found him wandering the shoreline looking for his ship!
[11:07pm] * @Morgan blinks slowly
[11:07pm] <04@Morgan> think about it...
[11:08pm] <14Molly> I know! As if you could miss one of those ugly things they sail in **he laughs again*
[11:09pm] <04@Morgan> You've missed the point, Mieler... did he struggle?
[11:09pm] <14Molly> **he thinks** no, he didn't
[11:10pm] <04@Morgan> No, he didn't... and I'll bet he's been friendly as a lost dog... chatty with the guards...
[11:11pm] <14Molly> **he nods** he's quite a likeable chap
[11:11pm] <04@Morgan> No doubt, he's been liked the last six times he's been... found
[11:11pm] <04@Morgan> guards now your entire deployment, do they?
[11:12pm] <04@Morgan> know*
[11:12pm] <14Molly> **he looks alarmed** he could know everything!
[11:13pm] <04@Morgan> finally... yes, both about your movements and...
[11:14pm] <14Molly> And our plans, our troops! **he looks panicked** we'll execute him immediately!
[11:14pm] <04@Morgan> Hold on, Mieler... think for a minute... he'll probably also know...
[11:15pm] <14Molly> **he thinks** theirs?
[11:15pm] * @Morgan grins
[11:15pm] <14Molly> Torture?
[11:17pm] <04@Morgan> Potentially, though his presence is... required in the 'stronghold' in der Aagonehm Wald
[11:18pm] <14Molly> **he nods** of course, please take him!
[11:19pm] <04@Morgan> I'll need a couple of horses, also... though I think he can be tied to one of them
[11:19pm] <14Molly> **he nods** we'll find some immediately
[11:20pm] <14Molly> **he opens the door, shouting commands to find and saddle horses
[11:21pm] <14Molly> **there is a reply which is indecipherable, then the Captain looks to Morgan
[11:21pm] <14Molly> That big grey horse wasn't yours was it?
[11:22pm] <04@Morgan> No, I walked. Looks like a beast of a thing. No doubt it'll get bored and wa... maybe its his 'ship'
[11:22pm] <14Molly> I don't understand
[11:23pm] <04@Morgan> maybe its called ship... the ship he was looking... nevermind
[11:23pm] <14Molly> **he opens the door again** lets collect your prisoner
[11:24pm] * @Morgan nods, heading to the door
[11:24pm] <04@Morgan> lead the way
[11:26pm] <14Molly> ** he does so. He leads Morgan past several men til they're back at the small building. He opens the door, and leads him to a manacled HH ((who you can do))
[11:27pm] <04@Morgan> Well now... I've been looking forward to meeting you... you've got an appointment with some people who'd like a little chat
[11:28pm] <04@Morgan> **HH:: *he grins* that'll be good, always a pleasure meeting new people
[11:28pm] * @Morgan looks at the captain
[11:28pm] <04@Morgan> onto the horse, if you would...
[11:28pm] <14Molly> C: **he watches in confusion* sorry?
[11:29pm] <04@Morgan> *he nods at HH* Him... have someone tie him onto the horse
[11:29pm] * @Morgan looks at HH
[11:30pm] <14Molly> **he nods, and goes outside, and is gone several minutes
[11:30pm] * @Morgan shakes his head, rolling his eyes
[11:30pm] <04@Morgan> HH mutters: Sailors they certainly aren't
[11:32pm] * @Morgan waits quietly
[11:35pm] <14Molly> ** he returns, unlocking HH who he watches anxiously. He leads him out with rope threaded through the cuffs. There are still a few people around. A familiar looking man holds two horses by their bridles. Morgan remembers him being two years ahead of him ((them? Can't remember if HH went too)) at the military academy in Tannen   just 4 years ago, a very very minor nobles second son
[11:35pm] <14Molly> **he hasn't seen them yet
[11:36pm] * @Morgan scowls for a moment, before turning to the captain
[11:36pm] <04@Morgan> Captain, a quiet word if I may...
[11:37pm] <14Molly> C: **he looks at the other man* Ivan, load this prisoner on to the horse
[11:38pm] <14Molly> *the man looks, pausing with shock, but the Captain is watching Morgan
[11:38pm] <14Molly> Yes?
[11:39pm] <04@Morgan> I'd have words with your men about the security here... even if the war was winding down, its far too easy for someone to slip in. I'll not mention that to the general, mind, out of courtesy
[11:40pm] <14Molly> I: Captain!! That man, he's an Objectionist!
[11:40pm] * @Morgan looks irritatedly over his shoulder
[11:41pm] <14Molly> C: **he looks about to reply to Morgan when he's interrupted* well of course he is, that's why he's in manacles, you fool!
[11:41pm] <04@Morgan> I trust that one doesn't guard anything important
[11:44pm] <14Molly> I: **he continues to shout, now shouting for help and that they've been infiltrated. The Captain looks quite out of his depth, and people come running, swords drawn. The Captain yells at Ivan and tries to order the others to stand down
[11:46pm] * @Morgan watches the men, moving casually without any purpose
[11:46pm] <14Molly> I: **he lets go of the horses who bolt, and draws his own sword, swinging for Morgan
[11:47pm] * @Morgan moves quickly, slamming a dagger under the mans chin
[11:48pm] * @Morgan looks at the captain and bellows "HOLD!"
[11:51pm] <14Molly> C: *hes completely shocked, looking at Morgan distrustfully. This lack of command, and the fact Morgan is completely unknown to them begins a fight. Suddenly he's faced with several opponents and a manacled HH. The Captain starts to look very red faced, clutching his chest
[11:51pm] * @Morgan continues to yell
[11:52pm] <04@Morgan> you IDIOTS... you see what you've done to your commander? for the love of god, someone help him
[11:54pm] <14Molly> **a few from the back, unsure about the conflict, drag him to safety and begin to tend to him. The ten or so committed to action surround them, including the two guards he spoke to
[11:55pm] * @Morgan shrugs, draws his sword, tossing it towards HH before pulling rocks out of the bag and pelting the soldiers, grabbing the first sword to fall
[11:57pm] <14Molly> **a couple of them go down easily, surprisingly poorly trained. 
Session Time: Fri Jan 10 00:00:01 2014
[12:03am] <14Molly> **the fight is short and ugly, with no question that he and HH are the clear victors. The skirmish ends with Morgan neatly severing the sword arm of the youngest soldier, who is then dragged off crying for his mother by his older companion. They go into one of the small buildings where the now unconscious captain is being taken. Other soldiers watch him and HH with animosity
[12:04am] <04@Morgan> Time to leave, HeinzHarold. Grab a horse
[12:05am] <14Molly> **its at this moment they hear the thunder of one set of hooves. The two other horses are stood by the fence. 
[12:06am] * @Morgan glances round
[12:09am] <14Molly> ** Xantha gallops towards him with a rider on his back, wearing what appears to be Dracheneisen armour polished to high shine, full visored helmet, with a white Vaticine cloak
[12:10am] <14Molly> **there is a further feeling of deja vu, something being out of place
[12:10am] * @Morgan frowns briefly, moving out of the way
[12:11am] <14Molly> **it stops right in front of him. The rider speaks, but it's too muffled to be understood
[12:11am] * @Morgan shouts
[12:11am] <04@Morgan> WHAT?
[12:14am] <14Molly> **xantha looks utterly untroubled, actually happy. The rider removes the helmet, shaking out a shock of deep red hair, and speaks in a Sudlachenburg-accented voice. Her curls, her face, her eyes are somehow familiar, but he can't place her, like a name of the tip of the tongue. She smiles
[12:14am] <14Molly> Lost this?
[12:15am] <04@Morgan> lost, no... he was meant to be waiting
[12:16am] <14Molly> **a breeze whips the white cloak into her vision. She tuts, shaking her head. It immediately becomes Objectionist red. The crowd of soldiers look horrified, crossing themselves
[12:17am] * Molly grins, watching Morgan's reaction closely
[12:17am] * @Morgan stares, confused
[12:18am] <14Molly> Best leave I think. *the horses suddenly trot over*
[12:18am] <04@Morgan> thats the plan
[12:18am] * @Morgan looks to HeinzHarold
[12:20am] * Molly tilts her head, looking at HH, then winks at him. She encourages Xantha to turn around. Immediately they are rushed by a group of soldiers.
[12:21am] * @Morgan whips the pistol round, firing at the nearest before running to a horse
[12:22am] <14Molly> **he successfully mounts up. He notices many of the soldiers dying without being touched at all. 
[12:22am] * @Morgan frowns, but spurs the horse towards the gates regardless
[12:25am] <14Molly> **from the corner of his eye he notices two men explode into a confetti of rose petals. Even so far he hears her say to herself "roses, liebes herz, what else!" she laughs. It dawns on him how utterly odd this all is, and nothing like what happened when he and HH escaped Dietmund at all. 
[12:26am] * @Morgan shakes his head, thoroughly confused
[12:28am] <14Molly> **suddenly all the remaining soldiers explode, leaving a very familiar rose water scent. She overtakes him, galloping Xantha as fast as she can directly through the still-shut gates
[12:30am] <04@Morgan> what the hell is going on here>!
[12:31am] <14Molly> Follow me, and I'll try to explain
[12:32am] * @Morgan follows her
[12:34am] <14Molly> **it feels like walking through treacle. He loses the horse and is on foot when he walks directly into her on the otherside. The force that accompanies the clanging of their armour knocks her to the ground
[12:35am] * Molly laughs softly
[12:35am] <14Molly> That would have hurt
[12:36am] * @Morgan forwns
[12:36am] * Molly manages to get back up
[12:37am] <14Molly> As much as I appreciate the Dracheneisen suit, it's nor very practical. Lets have something else
[12:38am] <14Molly> **the suit switches to the red dress he bought her, with a brief flash of complete nudity in between
[12:40am] * @Morgan sits down, completely flabbergasted
[12:40am] <14Molly> Much better. *she looks him over head to toe* interesting... How old -are- you?
[12:40am] <04@Morgan> twenty one, for now
[9:27pm] * Molly smiles
[9:27pm] <14Molly> For now?
[9:28pm] * @Morgan nods
[9:29pm] <14Molly> Do you know where we are?
[9:30pm] <04@Morgan> Insel
[9:30pm] * @Morgan looks at her suspiciously
[9:31pm] * Molly looks around, nodding
[9:31pm] <14Molly> It's very pretty... I must remember to ask you to bring me here
[9:32pm] <04@Morgan> what the devil is going on?
[9:32pm] * Molly watches him as if assessing him somehow
[9:32pm] <14Molly> You don't recognise me at all, do you?
[9:33pm] * @Morgan looks confused
[9:34pm] * Molly nods a little to herself
[9:34pm] <14Molly> Gosh, where to start...
[9:35pm] <14Molly> You are dreaming. This isn't real.
[9:35pm] * @Morgan looks skeptical
[9:37pm] <14Molly> You aren't twenty one any more, liebes herz *there's a brief flicker of deja vu again*
[9:37pm] <04@Morgan> I think I'd know if I was older or younger
[9:39pm] * Molly smiles
[9:40pm] <14Molly> But you are. You're almost 27, and fast asleep in our bed in Innesbruck
[9:41pm] * @Morgan looks at the garrison
[9:41pm] * Molly watches him 
[9:41pm] <14Molly> It's just your memories
[9:42pm] <04@Morgan> I doubt it
[9:43pm] <14Molly> It is. If you think hard enough, you'll recall our wedding, Varick, the whole mess with Alarice....
[9:43pm] <04@Morgan> What do you know of my cousin?
[9:44pm] * Molly smiles, believing it's starting to dawn on him
[9:44pm] <14Molly> That she's wild, flighty and now the Grafin of Seeufer!
[9:45pm] <04@Morgan> Rubbish
[9:46pm] <14Molly> Honestly, liebling, we were invited by Faulk himself
[9:47pm] * @Morgan frowns
[9:50pm] <04@Morgan> Faulk... Why would you think I'd believe a vaticine eisenfurst would invite an objectionist to a wedding of his son and my cousin?!
[9:52pm] <14MollyK> Because he did! And we decided not to so that neither of us caused a scene after she nearly  ruined our marriage
[9:53pm] <04@Morgan> Of course, _our_ marrige
[9:54pm] <14MK> Oh goodness, what year is it?
[9:54pm] <04@Morgan> '64
[9:55pm] * MK looks around a minute, studying the scenery
[9:56pm] <14MK> This is the final summer of the war! Is it August?
[9:56pm] * @Morgan squints at her
[9:56pm] <04@Morgan> Are you deficient in the head?
[9:58pm] <14MK> No, I'm in your dream... And it's this summer. If I remember rightly, today is the last day of fighting you have
[9:59pm] * @Morgan watches her closely
[9:59pm] <04@Morgan> I _hope_ you're right
[10:00pm] <14MK> Oh I am. By your birthday it's all over. Well, apart from fixing all the damage.
[10:01pm] * MK watches him
[10:01pm] * @Morgan slumps his shoulders
[10:03pm] <14MK> But you know this! Please try and remember. What about the Torrington estate, and the porte magic? *she looks hopeful*
[10:04pm] <04@Morgan> Torrington estate... No, thats not within my mothers district
[10:04pm] <14MK> It's in Balig. You were the master-at-arms for two years?
[10:06pm] <14MK> **again, a touch of deja vu*
[10:08pm] * @Morgan frowns
[10:08pm] <04@Morgan> rings a bell...
[10:08pm] * MK grins
[10:08pm] <14MK> Good!
[10:09pm] <14MK> **from seemingly thin air, a tankard of blokners appears in his hand
[10:09pm] * @Morgan staggers backwards, startled
[10:10pm] <14MK> Just drink some, liebes herz
[10:10pm] * @Morgan looks suspiciously at her
[10:11pm] * MK raises an eyebrow
[10:12pm] * @Morgan sips it
[10:13pm] <14MK> Because I know you. In a minute, you'll ask that if I'm not lying, how do you going from being veisgraf of Sudlachenburg to a servant in Avalon. And you won't like the answers.
[10:13pm] * MK looks genuinely troubled
[10:14pm] <04@Morgan> Servant in Avalon?! Dont be daft
[10:15pm] <14MK> You do. Via a farmhand in two small villages in Avalon, a servants life
[10:15pm] <04@Morgan> nonsense
[10:15pm] * MK shakes her head ruefully
[10:16pm] <14MK> If you weren't so stubborn, you'd accept this is a dream, and I wouldn't have to do this
[10:19pm] <14MK> Things don't work out as you'd like in Sudlachenburg, so you decide to go to Avalon and keep a low profile. You move around to maintain that low profile. We meet at the Torrington estate.
[10:20pm] * @Morgan watches her
[10:21pm] * MK watches him intently wondering how he'll respond
[10:21pm] <14MK> **he starts to feel a little like she's familiar*
[10:22pm] * MK sighs
[10:23pm] <14MK> What can I possibly tell you that would make you believe I am your wife?
[10:23pm] * @Morgan thinks
[10:26pm] <04@Morgan> What caused the scars on my feet?
[10:29pm] * MK grins
[10:32pm] <14MK> On the left, a glave... On the right is one from attempting to fire a bow and arrow. HeinzHarold witnessed it and says it was physically impossible
[10:32pm] * @Morgan sighs slightly
[10:32pm] * MK watches him
[10:33pm] <04@Morgan> very well...
[10:34pm] <14MK> Would you like me to do the others? Assuming I can remember which were from the monsters in Tawstock **the name, and the view from the port come to mind*
[10:34pm] * @Morgan blinks
[10:35pm] * MK smiles
[10:35pm] <14MK> I can, you know. There isn't a scar on your body I haven't seen
[10:37pm] <04@Morgan> So... this is a dream...
[10:37pm] * MK nods
[10:37pm] <14MK> Do you believe me now?
[10:38pm] <04@Morgan> I don't have a lot of choice really
[10:38pm] * MK looks concerned
[10:38pm] <14MK> But you still don't remember me?
[10:39pm] <04@Morgan> Not really, no
[10:39pm] * MK nods
[10:40pm] <14MK> Perhaps you don't need to. But let's see if I can help you...
[10:42pm] * MK looks around, and a sword appears on the ground. It's elaborately engraved, and for some reason it brings a feeling of deja vu and sadness, though he knows he hasn't seen it before. She frowns at it a moment, before looking back to him with a smile
[10:43pm] <14MK> Once you accept and realise you're dreaming, you can control the dream as if writing a story
[10:48pm] * @Morgan looks confused
[10:48pm] <04@Morgan> alright
[10:48pm] <14MK> Try willing the sword to rise
[10:49pm] * @Morgan looks at the sword, concentrating on making it move
[10:51pm] <14MK> *it rises an inch from the ground
[10:52pm] * MK smiles, sipping a cup of tea that is now in her hands
[10:52pm] <14MK> Good
[10:54pm] <14MK> Keep trying, you're doing well
[10:54pm] <04@Morgan> Well... I'm dreaming... or I've gone mad
[10:54pm] * MK smiles
[10:55pm] <14MK> You've definitely not gone mad, though you've had plenty of cause 
[10:55pm] * @Morgan frowns, concentrating on moving the sword again
[10:57pm] <14MK> **it lifts to hand height easily
[10:57pm] * @Morgan sets it down again
[10:58pm] * MK nods
[10:59pm] <14MK> Wunderbar. That principle applies to anything in your dream. Clothes, objects, people. Just will it. 
[10:59pm] * MK watches with calm curiosity
[11:04pm] * @Morgan thinks about wearing dark grey clothing, nondescript
[11:05pm] <14MK> **it changes slowly, and he can feel the fabric change
[11:06pm] <04@Morgan> thats odd
[11:08pm] * MK nods
[11:09pm] <14MK> With practice it gets quicker nd you don't feel it. Although, in your dream, I still do
[11:09pm] <04@Morgan> I wonder why
[11:11pm] <14MK> Because it isn't my dream, I think... It's like I'm fighting against my own mind and yours
[11:12pm] <04@Morgan> that doesn't sound like a good idea
[11:13pm] <14MK> It's a bit like steering the Rose out of a storm... It takes all your strength
[11:13pm] <14MK> **he suddenly remembers the ship
[11:15pm] <04@Morgan> No, she'll be lithe, Im sure of it
[11:18pm] * MK shrugs
[11:19pm] <14MK> She wasn't when I brought her back from Freiburg after finally being rid of the Colonel
[11:20pm] <14MK> Although that could be because I am not very strong
[11:22pm] <04@Morgan> You run not quite side on to a storm... too straight it'll tear your mast down, too angled and it'll slam the ship over sideways
[11:23pm] * MK smiles
[11:26pm] <14MK> And that is why you'll be the captain and not I.... Although I did enjoy you being my Quartermaster! *the word triggers a deluge of memories, six years of happiness, loss, fear and joy coming back one after the other*
[11:26pm] * @Morgan sits down, hard
[11:27pm] * MK looks concerned, kneeling at his side, though at a respectable distance
[11:27pm] <14MK> Morgan?
[11:28pm] <04@Morgan> I'm fine
[11:28pm] * MK nods
[11:29pm] <14MK> You're sure?
[11:29pm] * @Morgan nods
[11:29pm] <04@Morgan> a lot to remember, all at once
[11:31pm] * MK looks at him seriously
[11:32pm] <14MK> But you do remember now?
[11:32pm] * @Morgan nods
[11:33pm] * MK embraces him gently
[11:33pm] <14MK> I'm sorry
[11:33pm] <04@Morgan> Its not your fault
[11:34pm] <14MK> I know, but I'm still sorry for what happened
[11:34pm] * @Morgan nods
[11:37pm] * MK stands, brushing off her dress
[11:38pm] <14MK> I can't say I'd recommend being in someone's dream in the middle of an armed fort with no idea where and when you are!
[11:39pm] <04@Morgan> I don't imagine that'll be a problem for me
[11:41pm] * MK laughs 
[11:41pm] <14MK> I don't recall dreaming of forts before
[11:42pm] * @Morgan shrugs
[11:42pm] <04@Morgan> hence why it's not a problem for me
[11:43pm] * MK nods
[11:43pm] <14MK> If you're hoping to see the dawn, it's time to wake
[11:43pm] * @Morgan nods, concentrating on waking pu
[11:45pm] <14MK> **he realises he's in the dark quiet of what is now their house in Innesbruck, which has no name.