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"Morality," Tamas began, rising slowly from his seat in a single smooth motion, "is a cultural abstraction. It is an invented thing, Kasha. Please keep that in mind." With that he strode off to give them their time alone.

Outside he encountered the other Purple Fey, to whom he offered a pleasant smile. "With luck we will relieve you of your obligations. Kasha will continue on under our care. You will be free find a new home, settle down, and hopefully keep yourself out of the coming conflict. Perhaps you may find the other refugees and talk some sense into them as well?"



These Purple Fetch were remarkably boring creatures when they weren't trying to kill anything. They'd all moved slightly over the intervening hour, but mostly just from one side of the group to the other and vice versa. They had no material needs as such, so they spent all their idle time sleeping or dazing.

However, not all was as it had been. A tiny new addition stood up on it's haunches near one of Natsuki's feet; a feral rat, its little tiny hands and mouth working to peel apart some morsel plucked from the earth. A seed perhaps, or an errant beetle. The rat gnawed on the thing, watching Natsuki as it did so.

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Elayn jumped as Tamas addressed her, then stood firm, with lifted chin. Part of her didn’t want to even dignify this…thing with a response, but the warrior was not a creature of great restraint. The best she could do was summon a level enough tone, though her words came out as sharp as the blades of her knives. “Even if’n I wanted to convince my villagers to throw their lot in wit’ yers, or even to stand aside an’ let ye ‘ave yer way, I wouldn’t succeed. Because ye know what every purple Fey remembers of yer ‘masters’? We remember an unprovoked attack that nearly wiped us off the face of the planet. Ye spoke a lot in there ‘bout only ‘urtin’ those who took up arms against ye. When did the purple Fey do that? We’d only ‘eard Kasha’s story, we’d pledged no aid beyond shelter for the night. What did my people ever do to deserve the fate that so many of them met? No, ye made the right ploy at this village—come in wit’ yer diplomats first. Ye may even win this village. But ye will never get mine, because ye came in with weapons first and diplomats second. No diplomat, no fancy words can undo the death, pain, and damage already wreaked upon my people. No, the purple Fey will never join ye. Maybe ye will kill off the rest of us—I’ve little doubt ye can. But we’ve seen through yer pretty words and speeches, we’ve seen the other side of ye. Here’s yer lesson about us—we can fear something without submitting to it. We can be scared of something, and not give in. Ye can kill us off one by one, but even that last one will raise his voice, defiant, refusing to submit to the entity that killed his friends and family on a whim, without reason. Ye lost the purple Fey the day ye attacked ‘em, plain as that.”

****

Bardon turned to Kasha as Tamas left them alone. “Kasha,” he began slowly, in a disbelieving tone.

She turned on him, tears in her hazel eyes. “Talk me out of this, Bardon! Talk sense into me—don’t let his lying words be the only things running through my head!”

He put his arms around his wife, not knowing how to start. Tamas had attacked kasha at possibly her only vulnerable part—the part of her that was already a mother. Such a blatant appeal to emotion could not be refuted or turned away so easily. So how could he reassure her that they were on the right course? What could he say?

Then, the cat-squirrel hybrid remembered Tamas’s parting words. * "Morality is a cultural abstraction. It is an invented thing, Kasha. Please keep that in mind."*

He took a deep breath, then began to whisper gently into her ear: “If every culture, every fur came up with their own morality, no one could claim any moral high ground, not the university, not Tamas. But the very fact that he even tried to appeal to one speaks to the truth that no fur can deny: there is an absolute standard. It can’t come from furs, because which fur could rightly impose is morality on another? After all, all furs are equal…and it can’ come from demon or demi-gods, for their rule incomplete, their dominions do not cover the whole world. No, there has to be one deity above them all, the source of truth, reality, and morality. I don’t believe anything could exist otherwise.

“Remember, my love, we chose to believe in Him, to believe that there is a real right and a real wrong.”

Kasha didn’t say anything at first, just leaned against him, breathing deep, while he held her. “Am I a horrible mother, then?”

“No!” She started at his insistence, and he dropped his voice back down to the gentle tone he’d used previously. “No, Kasha. I would love our child to be able to live in this world free from fear and danger—what father wouldn’t want it that?—but at what cost? The alternative before us is only a world where what is right one day may be wrong the next, and our child could be denied their basic freedoms and rights on a despotic whim with no recourse for defense. Is that any fate to wish upon an innocent?”

“But is death any better?”

Bardon didn’t say anything at first, forming his reply carefully. At last, he said: “You’re talking as if death is the end. But we’ve seen with our own eyes that it is not—remember Natsuki’s crystal? It was a window into the world of the dead, the dead still living. Bentam was there…remember? He was there, and he was happy. It’s not the end, my love.”

At last, silence fell in the hut, though for a long time, neither of the occupants moved.
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Romantic ideas... if Russel had been more familiar with them himself, he might have felt it inappropriate to the time and place to even entertain them here. However, having felt them now, he could hardly do anything but go ahead with them. *After all, if I wait until later... there may not be a later.*

"Dunno where we're goin' from here, but I don't think it'll be too bad if I'm with ya." That sounded all right, and it was true. "Can't promise more 'n that, right now." He gave a rueful smile to the healer. "Been in a band of landless vagabonds for a while, and ain't got much prospects. Dunno how much that matters, though, considerin-" And the ginger broke off, waving towards the gathered machines in the village with a sigh.

The scout turned back to her, as if defying all the machines of the world with one living gesture of a flesh and blood fur. "Do you feel the same?"
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Aloine gave a genuinely delighted laugh. "who needs prospects? We've both lived the same lifestyle, just on different paths before we met." she replied in reference to Russel's comment about being a landless vagabond. She grinned "I do feel the same, and I'm sure we can find a way to enjoy whatever lifestyle we encounter together." Aloine continued to smile, she felt lighter, as if some burden had been lifted from her. "we may loose this village." She commented quietly, and found that even this possible reality did little to dampen her current mood. "the majority of furs really don't care who's in charge of a land as long as they are allowed to continue their lives with relatively little interference"

Natuki stopped, and watched the rodent near her feet, somewhat astonished that it had not taken off when she had woke. She watched for a couple moments before an impulse took over and she slowly reached out to touch the rodent.

~~

The majority of the villagers had gathered in the main hall of the village, and dinner preparation had begun. Amalric stopped by his home to let the group know that a meal would be brought by for everyone, and that the village was likely to be discussing their options and course of action for much of the evening. He thanked all parties involved for their patience and asked that they feel free to go out and enjoy the evening air if they wished.

Once the visitors had been tended to, Amalric set to overseeing the discussion in the village hall. Many had taken to heart what Kasha and her companions had said early on, but much of the village saw what Tamas offered as a minimal inconvenience when compared to the idea of having to fight in a war to keep their village the way it is now....

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Tamas smiled pleasantly. He *knew* that Elayn was incorrect in her decision to resist and he *knew* that the Purple Fey would be wrong to resist if they did as she said they would… he knew these things immediately, but then, he was designed to know these things immediately by beings whom themselves purportedly knew everything. He *knew* that his masters knew everything, but then, he was designed to know this thing by them.

His thoughts turned to his discussion with them in Yamaha, in the verdant meadow which a thousand years before had been cursed earth torn asunder by the clash of millions. The Rebellion had been wrong to resist too. And yet they had won? This was a logical impossibility, unless… unless what was wrong could be right and what was right could be wrong. But this was how Feilans think, it was not the product of his Masters' perfection. The morality of flesh and blood was cursed to be forever flawed by the limits of the persistence of memory. Prophets live and die. Their disciples live and die. The morality play, whatever it had been, begins to swing and sway with the passage of generations; stories invariably change, subtle changes invariably creep into the sacred tomes as they are copied and disseminated by individuals with limited attention and focus…

His Masters' were absolute. The life and death of an individual node was as irrelevant to them as the death of one ant was to the colony around it. The state of one node- its alertness or fatigue, focus or lack thereof- was averaged with all the others until only an absolute, flawless mindfulness remained. What was, was. What was not, was not. The whole of Feila was nothing but an intricately built machine comprised of a trillion trillion pieces, each one unaware of all 999 Billion Trillion others, and every last piece bereft of any kind of inherent goodness or badness. Why, then, could his Masters not predict the outcome with perfection and instruct him to precisely the actions needed for victory? The question and the uncertainty it represented consumed him.

The brief rendezvous with Amalric provided a momentary distraction. Tamas did not really care about the prospects of eating. Like Vedicus and the one before him, Tamas was capable of eating but did not really need too. He thanked the leader for his hospitality with pitch perfect sincerity. "I hope your deliberations don't take too many days," Tamas appended, "my time may be boundless, but it is not without value. They await your answer."

When the badger left, Tamas remained in Elayn's proximity.

"Why?" he asked at last, "why do you fight, Elayn? Why do the Purple Fey fight? You've said yourself that if they fight they may die, and you are correct. If they fight they will die with the rest, but if they submit they might be allowed to survive. How is it you can choose a hopeless fight over peaceful subservience?"

"I don't understand how you could come to such a decision… and know with such certainty that it is the right thing for you to do."

*****

The feral rat did not flee Natsuki's hand, nor did it flinch when contact was made, but its eyes did shift ever so slightly to peer past her towards the Fey village, concealed though it might be.

It was not alone. Something moved along the back of a sleeping Purple Fetch: another feral rat. It stood precariously on its hind legs, sniffing at the air. Grass rustled to the left. A third feral rat rooted around in the dirt for something to eat, though its eyes were aimed aloft at Natsuki, the Fetch, and their surroundings. These were the most visible, but in fact many dozens of the vermin had arrived while the vixen slept to cavort amongst the Fetch.

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Bardon looked up when Amalric re-entered, promising a meal and reporting on the deliberations. “Thank you friend,” Bardon said, answering so that Kasha could continue resting…indeed, he suspected his mate may have fallen asleep. “We understand these decisions cannot be rushed. You must make the choice you see as best for the village.”

Still, he couldn’t shake the despairing thought that perhaps they would lose this village, too.

****

Elayn was struck by the tone of Tamas. It was almost curious, and seemed to have lost a tad of its former arrogance, though that may have been an impression left by the fact he was now asking questions, not making assumptions or generalizations.

“I don’t know if’n I can give ye an answer ye’ll understand, but I’ll tell ye the truth anyways:

“From what I’ve ‘eard, ye and yer masters believe that morally changes either suddenly or gradually form cultures to culture and age to age. But if’n I’ve seen anything on this long trek of Kasha’s, it’s that, at heart, all moralities rely on the same basic principles. Some nations may disagree on ‘ow many wives a man can ‘ave, or ‘ow far ‘is loyalties should extend, or where the line between proper and foolish unselfishness is, or ‘ow in debt ‘e is to someone who did ‘im a kindness, but, wherever they draw the line, they all agree on principles like ‘e just can’t take any woman he chooses any time ‘e wants one, or treachery is bad, or that unselfishness Is admirable or that good ought to be repaid wit’ good. Truth be told, most have more in common then they got differences.

“Now, I know ye don’t believe that, but I’ve seen it wit’ my own eyes. An’ I’ve also seen that one of those underlyin’ principles is that to fight an enemy ye cannot beat, to stand against a force that would deny the basic principles and erase all good, or work against it, to forever resist e’en though ye die for it, is the noblest thing a fur can do. It ain’t suicide, it’s martyrdom, it’s saying that what is real, good, and true is worth dyin’ fer; and to capitulate, to give in, would be to deny, at its ‘eart, the foundation an’ root of morality. The only ones who can bring themselves to give in are those who don’t believe what any fur wit’ eyes can see: right and wrong.

“Like I said, I doubt ye’ll understand that, seein’ as er one of those who don’t believe in right and wrong, but suffice it to say, that any fur who does, as I know my people do, would count it cowardice to make such a concession.” The black otter began to walk away, to find a quiet place to go through her fighting forms, an exercise which always calmed her down, but she couldn’t resist adding one more statement to her monologue over her shoulder:

“An’, in case ye were wonderin’, cowardice is one of those things that most moralities look down on.”
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Aloine's joy was infectious, and Russel did not hesitate an instant before embracing her. For an instant, it didn't even matter that it was a one-armed hug, he felt as if he could take on the world even with that hand tied behind his back. Life, laughter, and joy flared in the midst of darkness, so that no observer could ignore it.

The euphoria subsided, reflection bearing unpleasant thoughts. The ginger snorted as he thought over the healer's last words. "Aye, that's true at first. Most tyrannies work because furs realize them too late." Experience tinged his reply with a bitter note; he spat, as if to remove the offending taste from his tongue.

The scout sighed. "They're meeting again; I suppose we'd better head over." He offered his arm as an escort to Aloine, and paid more attention to her than where he was going, to the point of treading upon the tail of a feral rat as he passed by Natsuki...
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Aloine nodded at Russel's comment about tyrannies, she knew there was truth to it; as much as she didn't want to admit it. She happily took Russel's arm, and let him lead the way, but stopped suddenly just after they passed Natsuki. "Wait, how is your shoulder feeling?" she asked with obvious concern. She knew that what she had done to try and cut off the source of the pain had not been a complete or permanent fix, and now they seemed to have time fore her to do something more thorough about it.

Natsuki wondered to herself why the rat hadn't run, it's actions did not seem natural at all, and if there were magic involved her touch should have absorbed it. She then decided she would press her luck and attempt to pick the rat up. It wasn't until after she had attempted to pick up the rat closest to her that she returned her attention to her surroundings, and noticed all of the other rats that had gathered. Her eyes widened in surprise, as she realized just how many of them there were. "what the..." Her words trailed off as she tried to figure out exactly what was causing this unusual behavior in the rats.

It was about an hour before several of the villagers showed up at Amalric's home with large platters of food, and pitchers of wine, and ale. Many of the villagers gave both Tamas and the members of Kasha's group accusatory looks, as if their mere presence had brought the current dilemma to their peaceful village. None of the villagers said anything to the visitors, nor did they make any sort of major reply if they were addressed. Many of them would have given the impression that they wished none of the visitors had ever shown up.

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Physical contact had no effect on the rat and gave no indication of any kind of magical entanglement. It was just an ordinary rat. Physical contact with the nearest Fetch however, even just the slightest brush of its fur, did have an effect. Like static electricity a tenuous connection was formed as Fey energy siphoned from Fetch energy source to Natsuki energy sink.

Terror, desperation, sorrow, gut wrenching pain, unfathomable fear, the loss of individuality, the consumption of the soul- they were flashes of emotion accompanying fleeting images; the forests of Edwin, the highlands, a village, felines running and screaming, a raid, killercraft, golems, people fighting for their lives in the middle of the night, hopelessly outmatched, ultimate failure, hiding children in cellars, watching from killercraft ribcages as cellars were dug out, their contents pillaged with the rest, flight above the clouds, sobbing, screaming, frightened villagers huddled inside the creatures, land suddenly leaping towards them, descent, rocky defile leading to a valley enclosed by cliffs, the ruins of a village surrounding a towering machine like a spike driven up through the crust of the planet, entering the place through gaping doorways, joining thousands and thousand in a machine fueled by feilans, going into it, changing, violation of the body and soul, contortion, exposure to something shimmering and purple and overwhelmingly powerful, the collapse of conscious thought, dim memories of life and love fading, an incoherent scream of pain and sorrow joining hundreds of others, hundreds- thousands- tens of thousands- of new Purple Fetch, not the spawn of Vedicus but creatures manufactured from the inhabitants of the highlands, genocide on an enormous scale, Trolon-Rief's legacy, Pleifdrings-Emfal's ultimate fate.

These Purple Fetch looked like rats… but this was superficial, a byproduct of what had been done to them. They were- they had been- people, felines, furs plucked from a village and mutilated into these monstrosities. The nearest Fetch did not appear to be aware of these lingering remnants in its mind, nor did it seem troubled, but the emptiness in its eyes were horrifying in this new context. What had once been a- father? son? uncle? lover?- was now just a killing thing with a dead mind containing only the fading echo of life.

And the rat in her hands stared with pupil-less eyes, sniffing the air but otherwise unconcerned by its dangling hind paws.



Elayn wasn't lying to him. She was telling the truth, or at least she believed she was. Tamas was quite proficient at detecting deceit just as he was proficient at reading people in every other conceivable way. It was always possible the otter woman was simply highly proficient at lying.

This train of thought led down a dark, disturbing path. Were the Masters capable of lying? Were they lying to him? Sure, they withheld information he did not need to know, but he'd always assumed they would not outright deceive him. What would be the point? If they could do such a thing, how could he hope to pick up on the deceit?

Surely the bravest, most moral action is that action which guarantees survival, and the most cowardly action is to fight in fear of a future without freedom. What was the point of life if not to perpetuate itself at all costs? It is the prime motivator of the Masters, after all. They would not fight to the death; they would do whatever had to be done, at whatever expense, to ensure their continued existence. They did not do what they did out of malice forethought or as revenge for some past grievance. At least, this is what they claim…



They were coming, Tamas realized about an hour later. A few were undoubtedly already here, but the rest were closing in on the town from every direction as well as tunneling up towards it from beneath, anticipating an answer to their request for discourse, whatever that answer might be. He could feel Consensus touching him, along with Calculation. His mind became sharp as a razor edge with this flood of cognitive resources. Where he had been isolated and alone he was now surrounded by thought and meaning again. In the past this rejoining would have triggered a wave of euphoria, but now it was tainted by suspicion. What did it all mean? Was it intrinsically right or wrong?

He decided then that he would need more information if he was to find the answers. If such a thing as Truth existed, he might not find it in that writhing entangled mass of thought. He would have to look elsewhere for answers, and he had one good idea of where he might begin… but how to actually get there without causing suspicion? And if he did follow this new path, what would he find at the end?



Food soon arrived with a side order of dirty looks, which he ignored easily enough. Instead he followed the food into Amalric's home where he found Bardon embracing a sleeping Kasha. "Have the two of you made your decision?"

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Elayn reluctantly followed the others to Amalric’s home for dinner, forced to forego her plans of practicing fighting forms for the moment. It wouldn’t have been a huge deal, ordinarily, but the black otter stiffened much more easily now, after her great injuries in the last battle, and she feared letting her friends down if she did not actively keep herself fit.

Kasha stirred at last when dinner was brought to the house, and Bardon gently helped her to sit up. They silently took their food and ate to one side, acutely aware of the villagers’ distrust and dislike. Elayn joined them, saying nothing, but Kasha noticed her mentor’s protective stance…a sure sign that something had either disturbed or angered her.

Before they could say anything, Russel and Aloine entered, arm-in-arm, and the three companions couldn’t help exchanging knowing looks. It’d been obvious to them than this would happen sooner or later, but as it so often happens, the two involved had been the last to know.

"Have the two of you made your decision?"

They looked at Tamas, then at each other. Bardon slipped one arm protectively around Kasha, but neither voice shook in the slightest as they gave their response in unison: “We will not join the Consensus, as you call it.”

Elayn watched warily, ready to intervene if this rat did not take the news well, but there was another thought in the back of her head. *Where ‘as Natsuki gotten off to? Ne’er knew that’n to miss a meal unless the Fey was getting’ to ‘her.*
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It was an uncomfortable lunch, to say the least. The suspicious looks of the villagers, combined with Russel's own frustration over their indecision, left a more-or-less mutual frigidity between him and his hosts. So much so, that he was almost grateful of the residual pain in his shoulder to take his mind off it.
Aloine asked him about it, and he turned to her with frank relief. "Eh, it's been actin' up ever since that rat showed 'is face. Actually, it's a bit weird." He flexed his stump, frowning thoughtfully. "Like... the arm that's not there's fallen asleep, you know? Pins and needles, without any flesh to feel." He shuddered, turning back to his food. "Kinda creepy, yeah?"

The quieted as Almaric stood, and Kasha was given the floor for her own decision. Russel had no doubts himself, and was largely unaware of Kasha's own. He nodded gravely as she gave her refusal. Whatever be the decision of the village now, it would have been impossible for them to have courage should she back down. Now, the question was, would they rally, or fall away?
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Aloine's brows furrowed as Russel described the feeling in his shoulder, as well as the time it started "phantom limb?" she mumbled to herself before putting a hand on his shoulder, the meal all but forgotten in her desire to help ease whatever it was that was causing him discomfort. She again sent her magic into his body, to ease the discomfort as well as inspect the source of the matter closer than she had been able to earlier. She began carefully pushing the source, thinking that it may be a foreign contaminant of some sort from the source of the original injury, most of what was going on around her ignored for the time being.

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Natsuki didn't realize it, but she had been holding her breath during the entire vision. She finally gasped, drawing in a ragged breath. It had all been so vivid, the depth of pain and torment...all those furs. She touched her face as if to confirm that it hadn't been her, and found her cheeks wet from tears that had fallen unchecked through the vision. The horror she had felt quickly gave way to an incandescent rage as she set the rat she had been holding down on the ground and turned toward Amalric's home.

She entered the home forcefully, stalking over to Tamas. She grabbed the rat by his 'robes' and lifted him till his eyes were at the same level as her own. Her eyes glowed with a blue-white light that was an easy indicator of the current depth of her rage, and the spellfire coursing through her body. "Do you have any idea how those things you brought with you are made?" she asked in a heavy growl. She shook the rat. "do you!?" she yelled. Her hands began to glow with the same light that glowed in her eyes as spellfire began to flow into them, barely restrained. "I should destroy you here and now." she snarled, but she instead dropped the rat as she remembered Amalric's instructions, and another thought found it's way past the rage.

Without saying anything else to anyone, she went to her bags and began digging until she found her arctic crystal. She said nothing of her plan for fear that Tamas would order the fetch away before she could execute it if he knew. She went back to the fetch with the crystal, this time she reached out to the fetch to touch it with the crystal, hoping that if she siphoned the fetch's energy through the crystal it would project the vision she had seen so that it could be shown to others. She had to let Amalric and the villagers know the truth, but she doubted they would believe her word alone. If the crystal worked the way she hoped it would she would bring Amalric and the village to see...

((the new fetch creation reminds me of the Soul Forges of The Dynasty from Gold Digger....great imagery))

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Tamas did know. He knew only too well.

Though he was hefted by what amounted to his hackles and bored into with those blazing eyes, he did not struggle against the vixen. The rough treatment had not yet crossed a threshold where damage would occur, and that she said she *should* destroy him implied that she would not actually do so. Had his analysis been different, he would have attacked immediately at this conveniently close range. Who knows? Perhaps he may have been able to kill her before her magic could be brought to bear, which would have been his only chance to do so, really.

But just as he thought, she did not actually attack him, instead putting him down and going to her bags. He doubted she was looking for a weapon; she *was* a weapon already, more powerful than any mere trinket. The crystal she procured piqued his interest and he followed her with the rest of the villagers out of the house, towards the perimeter of the village where the Fetch lay…

The chosen Fetch did not react visibly to the crystal's touch, though it had turned lazily to observe the vixen approach. The other Fetch woke one by one and sniffed the air in Kasha's direction, as if the Purple Fey was familiar to them in some way. The crystal itself cast out an enormous ghostly image of- nothing in particular. Garbled sounds like shuffling and whispering, washes of color mixing into themselves again and again.

The sounds began to crystallize. What had been soft whispers and muffled nonsense coalesced into running and screaming and the sounds of splintering wood, crushed bones, shattered steel, shouted orders in the quintessentially recognizable gaelic dialects of Russel's homeland. Events transpired in flashes as they had before, but cast out for all to see in a ghostly impression floating high in the air. It was a battle, men and women fighting for their lives, hiding their children, all vein efforts against rampaging golems and strafing Killercraft. People died, but most were captured, taken hostage. Again, though this town was not the same as in the first vision, those feilans hiding in root cellars were excavated and thrown into Killercraft ribcages with the rest. They were systematically harvested.

Flight. Sorrow, Fear, Terror, The emotions screamed through the crystal into Natsuki with a ten-fold intensity. Amalric and the others could not feel these things directly, but they could see them displayed on the tear-stained, bloody faces, in women trying to console children even as they themselves were inconsolable.

Again, the destination loomed, a great black spire piercing the world from the middle of the ruins of Trolon-Rief. The details were now sharper- the ruins were not vacant but covered by an enormous writhing mass of large and small creatures. There were Purple Fetch there. Tens of thousands of them, many still wearing the stretched and torn tatters of celtic clothing. The smaller creatures were tiny, they had to be smaller than a person, much smaller, but they were also indistinguishable still. The captives soared high above the penned-in, tormented creatures, into a gaping maw in the spire.

From there, horror became nightmare. Nothing made sense. Light was fleeting and cast grizzly shadows everywhere of things hanging like meat from hooks, of gears, of strange movement. A ghastly, constant metal screech echoed and reverberated. And there were screams; constant, unending screams.

The Fetch she'd chosen was becoming agitated. At first it had shown no effect to the crystal. Slowly it had stiffened as an animal in fear. Finally, as the people began to scream in the vision, it opened its maw and unleashed a frightening yet pitiable, lamentable, sorrowful, incoherent mixture of scream and howl. It went on and on and was soon joined by the yowling cries of the other present Fetch, all eyes squeezed shut, faces aimed up at the sky.

Something appeared in the projected vision then- a pair of tiny, glinting black spheres like drops of water on a shadowed cave's wall. They were not actually a part of the vision, but rather they hovered in the image cast by the crystal, glinting now and again in unison. Another pair appeared, and then another, and then ten, and then a hundred, and then a thousand, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands, more, all of them… moving, not glinting- countless tiny beady eyes, unblinking.

The visions stopped, collapsing into noise. The Fetch one by one stopped their screaming.

The eyes turned on Natsuki one concentric ring at a time like a ripple expanding outward from the crystal in her hand.

Something passed through the crystal and into her mind, something neither magical nor natural, something like a million voices if letters were scents and sentences motes of supremely sharp understanding- countless conversations, gestures composed of sights and sounds rather than shrugs and eyebrows. Thoughts exchanged across the aether from one side of the world to another. It was overwhelmingly vast, enormous beyond any hope of feilan comprehension. It was watching them now, not only through the crystal, but from a perspective low to the ground- the feral rat was up on its haunches, motionless, glinting eyes moving with the others. Natsuki's vision bifurcated across millions of eyes, including those of the Fetch; she could see through the fuzzy, poor eyes of the feral rats standing by her feet; she could see the world through the razor-sharp eyes of Tamas, who had silently moved very close behind Kasha's back.

This massive thing peered into her, it's influence flooding her mind not like a rising tide but like an unstoppable tsunami crashing over whatever pitiful mental flood-walls stood in its way. Suddenly the crystal became as one with her hand; releasing it became cognitively impossible. The thing was going to killer her- the thought washed in and out of her mind, plain to read/feel/smell/taste- but not yet. There was business yet to be done. Nonetheless, it made sure she could not speak, it made sure all she could do was stand, grasping the crystal against the Fetch, waiting for death.

The eyes, layers upon layers of them stretching from the foreground into infinity, again rippled as attention shifted from the vixen who had so foolishly established this link to the townspeople standing behind her.

A new auditory assault commenced, a series of squeals and squeaks emanating not only from the crystal's view- from the eyes- but from the tall grasses at the periphery of the Pleifdrings-Emfal, and from the feral rats amongst the Fetch. Ear-shattering cacophony gave way to words, to a voice built piecemeal from countless many incoherent cries, a voice unheard by Feilan ears for more than a thousand years, a voice evoking forgotten nightmares.

"You have seen the fate of those who resist. You have a choice to make. Join Consensus and guarantee your continued existence, or share the fate of the welsh you see before you."

"Choose."

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Bardon and Kasha had stood as Natsuki rushed in, surprised at her show of temper. They didn’t know whether or not to intervene—the rat was no friend of theirs, but they had promised Amalric they would tolerate him peacefully while the village deliberated—when Natsuki abruptly dropped Tamas and went to her bags.

Kasha, Bardon, and Elayn all shuddered as Natsuki drew out the crystal—the last time that device had been experimented with, it had not been a joyful night, to say the least. They followed the vixen with no small amount of trepidation, and watched the grisly, other-worldly spectacle that resulted.

Each of the three reacted differently to the revelation of the Fey: Kasha buried her face in Bardon’s shoulder; he held her, feeling sick but unable to turn away; and Elayn stood, back rigid, face a mask of unspeakable rage, gripping the hilt of the sturdier of her two daggers.

The vision faded and the voices began, but Elayn wasn’t listening to them. She kept looking at Natsuki—something was wrong, the vixen stood rigid, and hadn’t moved for some time. Elayn’s glare shifted to the crystal still clutched in the trader’s paw, remembering all the trouble it had caused them before. She couldn’t explain why, but suddenly, she surged forward, paw outstretched, intending to knock the crystal out of Natsuki’s hand.

The other two didn’t see this mad rush, for Bardon had turned to the villagers, determined to give one last plea. With one arm still supporting Kasha, the squirrel-cat hybrid raised his voice to address the momentarily silent crowd.

“You have seen now the nature of the foe we ask you to fight, or at least, to resist. Can we offer you any guarantee that what you have seen will not be your fate? Unfortunately, no, we cannot. And I know that may cause some of you to fear, to seek shelter by making deals, but answer me this:

“Can you bring yourselves to support someone or something who would do such things? To join their ‘consensus’ is to concede that you believe they are in the right. This is not a clash of armies alone, but a clash of worldviews.

“What I am trying to say is this: this is not simply a choice between safety and danger. The choice before you is this—will you willing join their side and turn a blind eye to these things they have done? Will you allow yourselves to condone these atrocities by joining their side? Or will you find the courage to stand against them, to tell them that that—” Bardon gestured at the lace the projection had appeared, “—is wrong? Will you find the courage to overcome fear and fight for what is right? You are not monsters, you are Fey—you are feilans, like all of us. Can you truly bring yourselves to give in to cowardice of such a degree?”

He took a deep breath, then stood strong and finished in a voice that resonated with a strength and determination the others hadn’t heard from him before. “Choose for yourselves this day which side you will join! But as for us,” here, he gestured with his free paw to the small traveling group, “we will stand firm and fight—they can kill us one by one, or turn us into those things, but we will never compromise on this.”

Kasha looked up at her husband’s face as he finished his speech, staring at him. Gradually she turned to watch the villagers. Which would be stronger, she wondered, their fear, or their moral compass?
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Re: The Road Winds On (Private)

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Russel had been first taken aback by Natsuki's sudden entrance, but the visions...! He'd thought he'd seen the worst a mortal fur could see, on the battlefield against such horrors. But where such horrors went unresisted, they stretched the imagination, or would, if anything had been left to it. And then, just as if it had come from his own personal hell, he heard it all in the tongue his mother had sung him to sleep in. Topping it all off, like some fine-crafted work of the devil, was the real possibility that one of those screaming souls was his old mother...

He'd fallen backwards off the bench, holding himself up by his one hand as he heaved his lunch back up onto the floor. The words of Consensus, and Kasha's rebuttal, failed to register in his mind. Disregarding everyone in the hall, the ginger cat stumbled outside, staring at the faces of the Fetch.

*These were once my countrymen...* And they had been put through what he would not wish even on the vilest of Edwinian lords. He stumbled forward, reaching out to touch one of the faces. Did it remember? The scout wondered as the tears welled in his eyes.
He was utterly lost for words, speech could not come to his lips. But he was a Gwynned Welshfur; even when he could not speak, he could sing. Lifting his voice, he sang a song of mourning, of defeat in a battle fought long ago for Welsh Independence:

"Du ac arswydus yw'r hanes am heddiw,
Trechodd Caethiwed fyddinoedd y Rhydd,
Ciliodd yr heulwen wrth weled ein distryw,
Cleddyf y gelyn a gariodd y dydd!
Gwylliaid ysgrechiant ar faes y gyflafan,
Ceisio ys glyfaeth mae'r blaidd a'r dylluan,
Wylo mae Rhyddid ar hen Forfa Rhuddlan,
Gwlad annibynnol byth mwyach ni bydd.

Cladded y Forfa dan donnau yr eigion,
Agor, O! Neifion, i'r dyfroedd eu dôr:
Dagrau rydasant delynau y dewrion,
DTyred i'n canol, O Arglwydd fy Iôr!
Eto edrychaf ar draeth y gyflafan;
Wadwyd mo Rhyddid er gwaethaf y cyfan,
Gwell ydoedd marw ar hen Forfa Rhuddlan,
Gwell ydoedd suddo i Ryddid y môr!"
*

All Welsh knew that song; it was sung for the dead in war. Russel knew now that he was at war, and what fates worse than death he might be facing. He might not be able to do much in fighting... but as long as he had breath, he could sing for his broken country...


*Don't bother asking for a translation; Google can only give you a garbled, tuneless summary.
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