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Philly-osophy of Navic


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<walking to the tavern with Cyren, the stars are dancing in the sky, the two moons merge into one, the tumblers of time click and open above them, as Navic asks Cyren...> Do you see time as a sequence of discrete events.... or simply a line of perception though infinite possibilitites...? <sip's his beer...> 8)


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Cyren toys with her drink and says "I think time is a function of all things together. There's matter, energy, space and time. All one thing, really. It all exists at once. We're just limited beings that can only travel from one point of view and record it in a limited fashion. So to use your analogy, one human, or elf, or ant, can only trace one line through infinite possibilities. That's about all we can ever see unless we use our imagination or intersect with other lines to get a sense of what else is out there. I don't think any event is discrete because its starting conditions are always determined by what came before and will always have an aftermath that leads to a new event."

"We're just too small to know. I wonder if an ant walking across this bar wonders if the tavern is really all connected or is just a series of flat or inclined surfaces that smell funny."


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(The halfling troubadour hops off his table)

"I couldn't help overhearing because I was eavesdropping."
"I heard an interesting fable once concerning time."
In the beginning, God wanted to create a new world. God added everything in creation and determined how things were to work. The World was a thing of perfect beauty and harmony. There was no evil.

However, The Adversary saw what God was doing and decided to throw a monkey wrench into the Creator's plans. The Adversary saw the perfection of the new creation and wanted to despoil and corrupt it. While God wasn't looking the Adversasry snunk in and hid in the new creation.

God came back and decided that everything was ready. God then raised the "Arch of Time" that animated the World and set everything in motion. Too late God realized that the Adversary was contained in the World. To remove the Adversary now would require God to break the Arch of Time and destry the new creation.

Meanwhile, the Adversary's pleasure in having the ability to screw around with the World turned to anger and frustration when the Adversary discovered that the Arch of Time kept the Adversary trapped and could not be broken from this side.

Thus the rest of the Universe is free of the Adversary's evil, but at the cost of having the World marred and having to struggle against evil.

"My point is that I agree that we are indeed too small to see all of time, we would have to be outside the scope of time itself to do so. And if we were out of the scope of time we could not exist and couldn't see the scope of time..."
"Philosophy makes my head hurt, gimme another flagon of Dwarven wine."


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Cyren salutes Fleetwood with her glass and smiles at his story, ordering the wine in a brief aside with passing staff and offering him a seat at their table.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Fleetwood. That's a lovely story. Never fails, though, that it's always the Adversary on my side of the fence letting me know that it's my burden to bloody well save everyone else from Him. Then again, I've only ever met the Adversary. At least I know he gives a damn. I'm not so sure about the Creator."

She winks at the blasphemy and pours a glass for Fleetwood when the flagon arrives.


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**A Short Non Descript Dwarf in a Royal Red Thong moves to the Table where the Gracious Lady Cyren, Navic and Fleet make conversation**

"Now Navic donot ya goin and starts clutterin up me tavern with a bunch of philo phil,,, , ,*Spits* those peeples,, ya go and keep this clean, Thought you were gonna put me in a stage where i can shakes me money maker tonight lad?" Tater ask.

"BISCUIT!!!!,,,,"hearing Biscuit.....
"Aye my friend i have plenty of room fer ya, but dona chu go and start making a mess of things with that friend of yers what was his name again,,,,, GRAVY!!! chu just leave him be."He ads as he turns back to Navic,,"Last door at end of the hall upstairs,"

"Cant wait to get this place goin soon, Bartender starts today gots me a whole stock of ales and rums in the back need puttin away, <eyes Navic> Naaaa me friend putting away means on the shelf I'll be havin none of you puttin away the ales like yes did back in 93 my friend" Belly laughing as pats Navic on the shoulder,

**Navic pads across the room and picks up a scrap of old paper he apparently missed while cleaning then returns**

"Aye just listening to the wind last night got me to thinkin of days gone by sigh." he adds leaning close to whisper," I spied a Dark Rider through here last eve, All in black he was, I was settlin in for the eve when I heard me this distant sound of a horse approaching, not just any horse mind you, this one be a Warhorse, I ve ridden a few of these magnificient beast in me day. My lights were out already in me roon as I stood near window. He came into the Yard here Dismounted and tried me door to Dragon Court Inn. But she was bolted dead tight." Pausing waiting for effect

Leaning Closer, "Then just as he came, he left headed in the Direction of Lance Lair or Mace Manor I am net sure wheech. There is somethin on the the wind my friends. I can feel it in me old dwarven bones. there is something on the wind"

**Lost for words and deep in thought, Tater turns and heads to a window and stand atip toe to look out at the grey volcano smoke filled sky and into the distance. No other words are heard from the little dwarf as he returns to his duties seemingly concerned and lost in deepest thought of the past events**


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Cyren salutes Tater with her drink and listens carefully to what he's saying, thanking him for his hospitality and expressing how glad she is that he decided to stay.

Briefly during his story she wishes there were only one evil afoot in the land, but she thinks better of heaping the table until it creaks with evil and malice.

"See, Adversary talks to Tater too. The Adversary gets around, I tell you. If the Creator made house calls, it would all be so much easier."


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"All this talk of Eeeeevil, Dark Riders, and Adversaries has brought the place down. The only sure way to combat the forces arrayed against us is through good cheer."

>Fleetwood jumps up on a chair

Cyren knew a little Dwarf,
Little Dwarf, little Dwarf.
Cyren knew a little dwarf whose thong was red like blood.
Everywhere that Cyren went,
Cyren went, Cyren went.
Everywhere that Cyren went the Dwarf would curse and groan.

He followed her to the tavern one day,
Tavern one day, tavern one day.
He followed her to the tavern one day and danced upon the stone.

The patrons could not believe their eyes,
Believe their eyes, believe their eyes.
The patrons could not believe their eyes,
And fell upon the floor.

Now that Dwarf owns the joint,
Owns the joint, owns the joint.
Now that Dwarf owns the joint,
And dances evermore.

"Thank you thank you, I'll be here all week."


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Cyren grins at Fleetwood and breaks into her own song:

"Letitia has a large one, and so has cousin Luce.
Eliza has a small one, though large enough for use.
Beneath a soft and glossy curl, each Lass has one in front.
To find it in an animal you at the tail must hunt.

Hermaphrodites have none; Mermaids are minus, too.
Nell Gwynn possessed a double share if books we read are true.
It's used by all in Nuptial Bliss, in Carnal Pleasures found.
Destroy it, Life becomes extinct, the world is but a sound.

Lasciviousness here has its sources, Harlots its use apply.
Without it Lust has never been, and even Love would die.
Now tell me what this wonder is, but pause before you guess it.
If you are mother, maid, or man, I swear you don't possess it."


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"Ah, Lady Cyren, rhyme very well you do.
But unlike the bearded Dwarves, we Halflings have a clue.
We teach our younglings logic, since their stature is but small,
Using their powerful brains the wee folk thus seem tall.
So please don't be shocked when your riddle's answer I would tell,
The secret of your ryhme is the simple letter L."


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Cyren grins and raises a glass to Fleetwood and starts a round of "Old Time Religion"

Gimme that old time religion,
Gimme that old time religion,
Gimme that old time religion,
It's good enough for me!

We will worship like the Druids,
Drinking strange fermented fluids,
Running naked through the woo-ids,
Coz that's good enough for me!

Now there was this wizard, Merlin,
Really kept the world a-twirlin'
'Til he got mixed up in girlin'
But he's good enough for me!

Wrap your sacrifice in wicker
It will make the flames burn quicker
Tho the smell makes some folks sicker
It's still good enough for me!

Shall we sing a verse for Thor,
Though he leaves the maidens sore?
They always come back for more,
So he's good enough for me!

If you think religion's awful
And you've really had your craw full
Just be sure your acts are lawful
Or they'll -all- be after thee!

Gimme that old time religion,
Gimme that old time religion,
Gimme that old time religion,
It's good enough for me!


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A Dark Rider aye? You reck'n this was the fella who took Cyren? Theres been all sorts of talk of evil coming to our lands <sign> Maybe the legend of King Cleowyn is wrong... <a look of concern appears on his face> maybe the ghost of Cleowyn lives on... <looks out the window towards the 'cano then to his friends at the table> Well... until our adversary shows... the show must go on! <gathers his tools and begins construction of Tatars stage>


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"What do you mean fella who took Cyren? I'm right here! And who is King Cleowyn. Sounds familiar for some reason. Tell me a story!"

She smiles and rests her chin in her palm, looking at Navic for some more funny stories while he builds the stage.


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<stops his work turns to Cyren> You don't remember when Tig, Tater and me found you in Sword Swamp after some stranger stole you from Misty Hollow and dumped ya there? Hmm... you were looking a'lil outt'a it when we found ya. We searched high 'n low and never found that guy... he just disappeared...
<measures out an area for Tater's stage> I'm no scholar but this is what I know 'bout the legend of King Cleowyn... Long ago the 'cano erupted and nearly destroyed Twinion. Cleowyn the Cruel, was the last of the Galabryan kings and ruled after the eruption. He had visions of restoring Twinion to its former glory. He also set about investigating the secrets of the great 'cano. He recuited dwarfs to dig into the 'cano and build him a Palace. They found riches of gold, silver and jewels... as Cleowyn grow in wealth he became crazed. One night Cleowyn's wail of despair was heard across the island... the townsfolk rushed to his Palace in the 'cano... only to discover it empty... the king, his court, his guards, the dwarf miners, and his prisoners were gone. <takes a drink of ale> I don't know whatever happened to them, I can only tell ya what I've heard. Brave people have ventured in to the 'cano... the ones who make it out tell stories of horrify'g creatures roaming the halls... it's been also said that the Ghost of Cleowyn and his undead court still reside in his Palace... <finishes his ale and returns to his work> perhaps Tater can tell ya more...


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Cyren puts her head down on the table and sighs.

"Sorry, I'm still very confused about that night. Even Cleowyn sounds familiar in ways it shouldn't and now I'm scared. It just seems to me that people are trying to hurt other people and I don't know how to stop it. I never have."

She looks confused and her head jerks up.

"Does everybody here have both their thumbs?"

She sighs again and her head drops to the table with a more solid "thunk."

"Oh never mind, I'm babbling. I keep thinking I can handle everything and then it all slips out of my hands and shatters to the ground. I haven't been taking any of these threats seriously and now I'm afraid I should have. I have too many skeletons and Ghosts in closets, some of them that are determined to stay there. They never seem to come out into the light where I could deal with them. Does anyone here need real serious help with something I can see and put a name to? I'm haunted by so many things I can't tell what's real anymore. I'm up for another quest, but I have to stand behind someone else or I get lost. I might not be of much more use, but I can provide comic relief while someone competent takes their shot. I'd better stick with you guys, I do a pretty poor job left alone. My family seems to be the only ones that are being threatened, but none of my family is here now..."

She sighs again and just brings her drink close to her forehead to feel the cool metal against her skin.

"How's that for useless?"


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Cyren said:
I keep thinking I can handle everything and then it all slips out of my hands and shatters to the ground. are being threatened, but none of my family is here now.... How's that for useless?
<puts a comfort hand on Cyrens back... > Thou I've only know you a short time... please consider me as family. I don't care what Tiger says 'bout ya < :p >, it's been a pleasure to know ya. I'm surprised the thought of being "useless" crossed your mind. <gently raises her chim from the table> We're here for ya... <a smile thins his fake mustache>


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Cyren smiles. "Family. That is a word I love. What is they say..."When you have to go there, they have to take you in.'"

She waves her hand and waggles it "Oh, Useless occurs to me a lot, a lot. 'Cause I am! I'm not proud of it, but...but there you go. Can't stop bad guys. Can't stop people from getting hurt or being stupid."

She giggles

"Can't stop pissing people off, either. That's pretty constant! If I haven't pissed you off, you're just a very, very nice person. Like that musth...mustak...thingy you have. Now THAT would piss most people off. "How dare that lady put a mus..t...mussht...thingy on my face!"

"I'm sick of family that doesn't come into the tavern and get musht...mshtas...thingies on their face and be HAPPY about it!"

She giggles again.

"How's that for obnoxious?"

Her eyes widen briefly and she sits down hard in her chair. "Tiger. Something about Tiger. I took...oh hell, that drink was drugged, wasn't it? That night? Bloody everlasting...okay. Please tell me I'm wrong? I'm not wrong. That is about the..."


"Oh who am I kidding, I've seen worse. Not sitting next to Tiger when we drink any more. Remind me."


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Cyren said:
"Tiger. Something about Tiger. I took...oh hell, that drink was drugged, wasn't it? Not sitting next to Tiger when we drink any more. Remind me."
"That's why I stick with Dwarven wine." Fleetwood holds up his drink. "The stuff's impossible to poison, Hell, it practically eats its way through the glass."

(slams drink)

"Definitely not a drink you want to nurse."

>to Navic
"Is my stage ready yet?"


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<looks at the lil halfling> Did you say Dwarven Wine...? Dwarven Wine? 8O
<Looks to Tater> Bro... ya ever heard of dwarven wine? Oh yeah Your stage is ready.


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Navic said:
<looks at the lil halfling> Did you say Dwarven Wine...? Dwarven Wine?
"Scoff not at things you are CLEARLY ignorant of."

"Dwarves are the CONSUMMATE winemakers. Its just those poncy elves take all the credit."



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>Fleetwood acsends to the stage.

"Now ladies and gentlemen, good people all, pay heed."

"The day is done, the work complete. Let us regale each other with tales of bravery and nobility to lighten our hearts and strengthen our resolve."


"There once was an elf in town for some R&R. He hooked up with a lady of the evening and they went to his room at the Inn. He asked how much a handjob would be and she replied 500 pieces of gold.

Stunned at the price the elf asked how she could charge that much.
The lady replied by pointing out of the window. "See that tavern there, and the one behind it, and the one behind that?" "I own them because I can give a 500 gold piece handjob."
The elf thought about it and decided that he was here for a good time and he might as well try the lady's service.

Five minutes later the elf had to agree that the money was well spent. He then asked how much for oral pleasure. The lady replied 1500 pieces of gold. Before the elf could say anything the lady again pointed out of the window. "See that huge castle over there? I own it because I can orally pleasure men for 1500 gold pieces."
The elf decided to put off buying a new chariot this year and agreed to the service.

Fifteen minutes later the elf decided that the money was well spent.
The elf then asked how much copulation would cost.
The lady replied, "See this whole city and everything in it?"
Stunned, the elf replied, "Yes."
"I could own it all if I had a hoo-hah."