The Wanderings of Mrs Powell...   Posted by The Keeper of Lore.Group: 0
Vera Powell
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Wed 28 Jan 2015
at 10:31
Re: The Wanderings of Mrs Powell...
The voice of the sage upon the wind reassured the young woman that she had made the right decision. She had no fear for any consequences to herself if this path was blessed by Tyagadhaksha. And so she smiled at the old man and approached.

"The great and merciful Tyagadhaksha has pronounced you worthy, my friend,"
she said warmly. "With this touch"—she held up her forefinger—"you shall be a new man."

And then she took a deep breath and pressed her finger to his brow, as she had been instructed.
The Keeper of Lore
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Wed 28 Jan 2015
at 17:57
Re: The Wanderings of Mrs Powell...
Vera had an impression of altering something about the very nature of the universe inasmuch as it was present before her in a kind of kneeling-man shaped hole.

She shuddered as he tumbled to the ground, every feature contorted beyond expression. She could not bear to look upon him as he writhed, like something was being methodically wrenched out of him.

When she did turn again, she saw a young man with a square,strong jaw, brimming with brawny vitality. He pressed his palms together in wordless obeisance.

Vera,however, suddenly felt a slow languor that she knew would be hard to shake off,for it was born of time rather than toil,like she had been put to some mad rush up a hill in order to turn some years older in a great and stormy hurry,refusing to live through them at the pace prescribed by life.
Vera Powell
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Wed 28 Jan 2015
at 18:43
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When Vera finally opened her eyes again, the twisted old body was gone, replaced by one even stronger and more strapping young man than she had expected. Her eyes widened a little and they were perhaps a little too admiring for a moment before she remembered herself, coughed, and made sure her expression was appropriate.

But then, just as Vera was about so to speak, a most terrible realisation hit her: she had somehow taken on his years in a spiritual sense, leaving her feeling heavy in body and soul. Now she was on the road to becoming as weak and helpless as her body was in the waking world. Vera's heart broke a little, knowing that this journey would be all that much more difficult and painful for having lost part of herself. And this was only one companion. One single feat. No doubt she would need to perform others.

For a moment, Vera wanted to weep, but she forced herself to keep her sorrows at bay and carry on. But it was not easy. There was no mistaking the sadness in her eyes as she looked to the newly made man.

"Come, my friend. Let us cross the river and continue this quest," Vera said in firm tones, masking her fears and sorrows and managing a small smile.
The Keeper of Lore
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Thu 29 Jan 2015
at 15:53
Re: The Wanderings of Mrs Powell...
In reply to Vera Powell (msg # 39):

The youth explained-"Your wish is my command, Devi! I will certainly row you across,but at first will I make a boat from the untainted timber of a peepul tree which grows in the middle of an islet in this river itself. Do not worry,I can make boats faster than people make their meals! I'll be back in a moment. You,devi,may rest within my shack."

He rushes in and prepares a floor carpet for her,gets an axe,and rushes off.
Vera Powell
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Fri 30 Jan 2015
at 11:18
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Vera could only get a few words of thanks in before the young man was rushing away to build a boat with his bare hands. Gods, what a strange world this was that she had ended up in, where decrepit old men became brawny youths, where sages sent her on weighty quests and where her will could be used as a wellspring of energy.

As the brunette sat alone in the hut, listening to the now wordless whisper of the wind, she wracked her brain, seeking to digest everything she had experienced in the Dreamlands now that she had a moment of rest and thought. Why was she here? Was there any connection between this and the waking world? Would she ever return there again, or would the energy needed to complete this task for the sage leave her broken and dying?

11:16, Today: Vera Powell rolled 78 using 1d100. Idea 85%.
The Keeper of Lore
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Sat 31 Jan 2015
at 17:43
Re: The Wanderings of Mrs Powell...
Vera was startled to hear a gigantic, crackling noise from a distance, like thunder smiting the vicinity. Yet,it was surely something else,for she soon heard a merry singing voice along with hammering and grating ones.

And thus Rudrangsh worked,and her own thoughts rankled her head until she could not but conclude that this quest held something of importance at the end of it all.

Then she felt a dim connection. An evil hermit had brought ruin here. Likewise, it had more or less been ascertained that mystical things had played a part in Sutton's demise... And she remembered that arcane circle etched upon the floor,in which Sutton's body had lain. She remembered those tortured words in Sanskrit! Rudrangsh broke in upon her thoughts just then,calling to ask if he may enter.
Vera Powell
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Sun 1 Feb 2015
at 10:58
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Vera wondered briefly if she was going mad, trying to equate something supernatural to what had happened in the real world. She knew that there were men and cults who believed in the mystical and truly thought that their twisted rituals could bear fruit, but to believe that magic and spells did truly exist was a leap she had never taken. Perhaps she would change her mind once she was back in the rational world, but for now she could only see a damning connection between her slumbering wanderings and the horrors of that room of death.

"Of course, my friend!"
Vera called out with a smile. "This is your home, and I am but a guest. A very grateful one."
The Keeper of Lore
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Tue 3 Feb 2015
at 03:48
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In reply to Vera Powell (msg # 43):

Rudrangsh entered to inform her that the boat was prepared. He then took her along, guiding her through a path which oft got lost in riverside hedges and copses.

And then it lay before her eyes, a single-master unmatched in splendour, white! It was moored to an islet in the middle of the river, and seemed entirely capable of handling even the stormiest of currents.

There was a long and continuous ford which bridged the shore and the islet, which Rudrangsh began to cross.

Roll Spot Hidden, please! :)
Vera Powell
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Tue 3 Feb 2015
at 15:37
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"My goodness, that boat is spectacular, Rudrangsh!" Vera said with a surprised and admiring gasp. "You have the hands of a craftsman with the touch of an artist!"

Vera followed along behind her guide, taking in the surroundings with keen eyes. She was enjoying the beauty of the river and its banks, but was not about to let her guard down. There were many dangers lurking in that strange land, after all.

"Will you tell me more about yourself, my friend, and about the places we sail off to?" Vera asked, still feeling lost in that world.

15:33, Today: Vera Powell rolled 22 using 1d100. Spot Hidden 45%.
The Keeper of Lore
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Wed 4 Feb 2015
at 15:03
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In reply to Vera Powell (msg # 45):

Vera managed to see the thing before it was too late. Skirting the  margins of the ford-stones and lilies were a couple of dark beads scraping the surface of the water,the currents wafting past them bearing a brown tint for just that stretch of the waterside. It was a vile river crocodile, contemplating its onslaught on the crossers with breath-bated patience.
Vera Powell
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Wed 4 Feb 2015
at 15:32
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"Rudrangsh, look out for that lurking crocodile!" Vera cried, her finger jabbing in the direction of the stealthy beast.

She was unsure if they should run back or forward to the boat, so would let her companion decide. He no doubt was more familiar with such perils than she.

A thought arose, not for the first time, but louder than ever before: what if she died in this place, or was savaged and left without legs or arms? Would there be some kind of impact on her real self? Or was this place completely separate, nothing more than a dream?
The Keeper of Lore
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Thu 5 Feb 2015
at 17:34
Re: The Wanderings of Mrs Powell...
In reply to Vera Powell (msg # 47):

She had to try hard enough to gather courage, for her quest had but begun.

Rudrangsh hacked at the crocodile impeccably. Just as the giant mouth snarled open,his blow was driven into the midst of fold upon fold of pale, sickening pink lined by serried teeth as large as fingers. Blood jetted out,and it was all he could do to draw his axe out before it vanished fraidily beneath the waters,the currents covering the place it had occupied in a folding swirl.

Rudrangsh wiped his brow,and they both hurried across until they made it to the islet.
Vera Powell
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Thu 5 Feb 2015
at 20:30
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Vera's eyes bulged as Rudrangsh dispatched of the beast. The blow had been swift and fierce. She certainly felt very safe in the burly man's presence. He was as bold as any knight of Arthurian legend.

"Thank you, my friend," Vera panted a little, still a little short of breath from the fright of that encounter, and from her quick dash to the islet. "I imagine there are far worse dangers lurking in the place we shall travel through. Is there anything in particular I should be wary of?"
The Keeper of Lore
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Fri 6 Feb 2015
at 03:49
Re: The Wanderings of Mrs Powell...
In reply to Vera Powell (msg # 49):

"We must sail quickly, oh great Devi! This is an ill omen, and must mean that the enemy have already felt the first tremors of an emissary of the Nine coming into Kaldhama. We may be powerful, with the blessings of Tyagadhaksha, but they are no less, as you shall most certainly see."

With that, Rudrangsh worked the ropes, completely refusing Vera any chance to help with setting the boat up. It was part of his work as a servant of the Nine, he said worshipfully, and sang little catches of what seemed an old hymn devoted to their glory-
          "Humein karo paar, hey karo paar,
                  O Pita, nadi ki uspaar.
                  Hawa hawa pey chaley
                  Leheron jaise hi valey
                  Humein aap ley chalo wo kinaar."

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Vera Powell
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Fri 6 Feb 2015
at 09:57
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Vera nodded at her friend's words and sat somewhat uncomfortably as he took every task upon his own shoulders. As a rather independent young woman, it was difficult for Vera not to feel guilty and useless as she sat on an oddly comfortable wooden bench. Yet she knew that eliminating the evil from this world would require all of her mental, physical and spiritual strength. Perhaps it was only right that she tried to rest and let good Rudrangsh toil away.

He was not particularly useful when it came to answering her questions, though admittedly the first had been interrupted by the appearance of that crocodile. So in-between verses of that soothing song, Vera managed to slip a question in.

"Tell me where we sail to, Rudrangsh, and what we shall find there,"
she said eagerly.
The Keeper of Lore
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Sat 7 Feb 2015
at 18:27
Re: The Wanderings of Mrs Powell...
In reply to Vera Powell (msg # 51):

"We sail first to the trading port town of Dharapur,fairly common. Yet we need to start gathering followers and clues there itself. For we know not where the root of this evil lies. I shall tell you of all the lands as we go."
Vera Powell
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Thu 12 Feb 2015
at 13:37
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Vera opened her mouth to reply, but suddenly Rudrangsh was a blur before her eyes. She rubbed at them, but he was still fading and the darkness was beginning to creep into the edges of her vision. With a cry of distress, Vera tried to reach for her friend and tell him that something was happening, but then there was only blackness.

When Vera opened her eyes, she was no longer in that pretty white boat, sailing across the Dreamlands in search of an evil hermit. She was lying in a very white space that she knew instantly to be a hospital room, from the itchy sheets and the raised bars on the side of the bed.

"I'm alive," she whispered, stunned by that fact.

And then she bit her lip in distress, thinking of Rudrangsh and her beloved sage who had tasked her with ridding the Dreamlands of evil. She could not just wake up and leave them! But there was also the matter of her dead uncle and the mystery surrounding his death, which she suspected to be somehow connected with her dream wanderings. That sounded half-mad, but the coincidences were too great.

"Sahay," Vera said with a gasp, suddenly noticing a wrinkled, but hardy older man sitting near the bed. And also the woman at his side, who had the warmest hazel eyes she had ever seen. "Mahika."

They were her dearest and most loyal servants, who had once been her father's servants. And here they were, watching over her faithfully as she slumbered. Vera smiled warmly, almost about ready to weep.

"What has happened?" she asked. "What day is it? The last thing I remember was that I was with my cousin Robert and..." Well, they did not need to know the specifics. "Oh my goodness, I am so rattled, I do not even know where to begin! Do you know if he is well? And the others?"
The Keeper of Lore
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Thu 12 Feb 2015
at 19:47
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Sahay rushed about while Mahika tsk-tsked. It was much later that they spoke...
The Keeper of Lore
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Fri 13 Feb 2015
at 17:55
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Sahay spoke up and bade- "Shaant ho jao beti"(be calm, daughter)

Mahika joined in and explained-" You have suffered greatly, and it is fortunate that your lungs weren't ruined wholly,or your dear heart. Harris sahib will return tomorrow. Here,have some water,do. There's a good girl!"
Sahay
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Sat 14 Feb 2015
at 12:37
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"Why the day, child? Its just the same! Robert sahib and Sen babu worked hard indeed to ensure you were in the most comfortable bed possible. That, and Dr Sutro's efforts made it possible for you to recover so much within the space of a few hours!"
Vera Powell
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Tue 17 Feb 2015
at 19:24
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The same day! Vera was shocked and relieved all at once. She let out a quiet sob of relief, but it was a dry one, for no tears accompanied it.  What a relief, too, to hear that Robert was well and safe and that she was not dying. Or she presumed not, given that she was awake and feeling better than when she lost consciousness. Though admittedly she was still sluggish and her lungs felt like they had been wrung out by violent hands.

"Who is Sen?" Vera asked, realising she did not know that name.

"Oh, but I cannot just lie here! I must try to be of some assistance to cousin Robert and the others,"
Vera fretted, though she knew not how. Her books were far away and it would be easier for her to find what she needed herself than to instruct someone else, especially since she wished to look into her uncle's library, which she did not know as well as her own.

She wracked her brain to think if there was anyone she might know who could tell her more about Ganesha and whether her uncle had an interest in that twisted incarnation.

19:24, Today: Vera Powell rolled 51 using 1d100. Idea 85%.

19:16, Today: Vera Powell rolled 60 using 1d100. Library Use 55%.

The Keeper of Lore
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Wed 18 Feb 2015
at 18:51
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There was a private telephone in her room! Such was  the privilege good Robert had found her!

Vera suddenly remembered the Calcutta University librarian who was well versed in most matters,and who also worked at the Asiatic Society.
Vera Powell
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Sat 21 Feb 2015
at 19:22
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With Sahay and Mahika's help, the phone was brought close to the bed, and Vera dredged up the number for the library from her impressive memory. She only hoped that there would be some texts available on the subjects of interest: the tribes that practiced self-torture she had recalled earlier; Vakratunda and any dark cults associated the incarnation; and anything on obscure runes like the ones etched into the floor.
The Keeper of Lore
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Wed 25 Feb 2015
at 05:57
Re: The Wanderings of Mrs Powell...
In reply to Vera Powell (msg # 59):

She managed to get the head librarian, Nicholas Tupman,who was just calling it a day. He was overjoyed to hear from her again, for she was a well known scholar in Asiatic studies.

He heard her case,and sounded worried when he heard she was hospitalized! He had heard of Sutton's demise,and knew that he was her relation. He then mentioned to her that there was one particular book which Sutton had donated to the library, a short work which he had himself written. This he intended to pass on to Vera now.
Vera Powell
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Fri 27 Feb 2015
at 17:29
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Vera thanked the man profusely and asked that, if it was not too much trouble, he could let her know if anyone else had ever checked out the book by her uncle. And also if there was anyone else that Mr. Tupman could think of who might have expert knowledge about Vakratunda or more obscure languages.