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Chapter 7

Inspiration and Security
Added Mon Jun 29 22:39:42 2009 at level 51:

Kyaltaru looks about feeling overly embarassed. "I.. I.. had a dream" he
whispers meekly. Getting slightly emotional he just begins speaking rapidly
"My city looked destroyed and my father was dead and my brother must have
killed him to be king and then Woldrun was there and a zombie and magic
exploded and Gulden said I was doing what I was supposed and I cried and just
wanted to be where I belonged and then I woke up and.."

Calbaseeti cuts him off and motions for him to catch his breath. "And then
you woke up here... didn't you?" she says with her voice ever so securing.
Biklaha crouches down, his massive body expelling the air around him in the
process, "You family of Biklaha, family of Isle. Need learn, get in heart."

Kyaltaru stands up smoothing out his clothing for a moment. He stares back at
everyone as he reflects on the overly dramatic experience. "You are right
Biklaha, this *is* my family.. and I am where I was supposed to be all
along". Kyaltaru feels an overwhelming sense of ambition and drive as he
opens his lips to speak, "I.. I just need a bit of time to think right now",
as he hastily escapes the veil and sits on the nearby shore.

"This magic has strengthened me to levels I could not ever think of before..
and Tel'dethian was surely destroyed, what future did I have there? And who
am I to dwell on the past? I should glorify it for where it has brought me
and where I stand. Calbaseeti is the first one to ever make me feel this
free, and with the wisdom of Lord Daevryn, I am unable to be conquered. There
is power in the pain I have felt, and others will continue to feel it." he
finishes his self securing speech and stands up. "This is where I belong..
and this is my family."

"And hopefully you will allow me to be more then that" softly is whispered
from behind him as Calbaseeti covers up her reddening face with her gilded
death mask.