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"I'm listening, but one second."

Keltham taps himself and Abadar's symbol flashes into place on his forehead.  "Use Detect Magic to verify that this is a correctly functioning truthspell, and then get out of my way immediately because Asmodeus's direct orders prohibit you from hindering or interfering with my departure from this place," he says to the people at the Security checkpoint.

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They get out of his way, silently. 

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"Okay, firstly, someone told you that. It's true, and I'd have told you if you asked, but you didn't know it when I went to sleep and you knew it when I woke up. I'm guessing either you got a Sending from someone or a communication from your god. If it was a communication from your god, then I will help you find the exit, though I do want to go with you. But if it was a Sending, I am fucking terrified that it included a Suggestion and you are out of your mind right now."

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Spell Immunity, targeted on Suggestion.

Enchantment Foil.

Protection from Evil.

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"Nope."  Keltham moves through the checkpoint.

There's something that looks a lot like a staging area beyond, it's also been cleared.

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"So it was a Sending," she says. "If you've got more of those Spell Immunities you also want to try Demand, and probably six or seven secret fucking spells I have never heard of because I'm not an enchantment specialist. Keltham, at least stay on this side of the Forbiddance until we can get someone to cast a really high powered Dispel on you."

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The group of Osirians that have just teleported in, not into the staging area, but where Keltham was six seconds earlier, do not look particularly numerous.  They do look high-level enough to potentially take a lot of the remaining Security in the palace.

Keltham has already turned around and is walking towards them.  "Carissa, come here."

"We should go now," one of them says.

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She's close enough to grab his arm, which she does.

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He taps her with a truthspell.  "Do you actually believe I'm being mind-controlled?"

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"I consider it fairly likely," she says. "Because you're acting incredibly uncharacteristic and missing things I wouldn't expect you to miss."

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"If you can tell me under truthspell that you expect to be able to get a high-powered-enough Security caster in here within one minute who will cast that Dispel on me and do absolutely nothing else nor will there be any other attempts to hinder me or them, you can do that," Keltham says.

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One of the Osirians raises a hand and casts what is evidently a very powerful Dispel Magic. And then another one.

 

"Do you believe he's being mind-controlled now," he asks Carissa, curtly.

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"No." But the truthspell's useful for something else. "Keltham - when you terminate a pregnancy, the baby's soul goes to the Boneyard. Just like if they died after they were born. Cheliax can make me have an abortion but they can't protect you from having any children, souls don't show up at the moment of birth."

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"The fuck?"

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"I'll Baleful Polymorph her before we go and that'll take care of it," says an Osirian.  "They're only ensouled after twelve weeks."

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"Do it and let's go."

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"Keltham think for one fucking second, why did I tell you that. It would have been incredibly easy not to tell you that, and to retain Cheliax some leverage later."

 

It's an exchange. The kind you can't make in Cheliax but can, she thinks, make in Lawful Neutral land. It's something that he wanted very badly, and she wants something in exchange, which is for him to take her with him so she won't be tortured to death. Because she believes he is the kind of person who would want to make that deal.

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One does wonder what Keltham would have said in response to that, if she'd just said it directly.

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"Goodbye."

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Carissa is now an adorable puppy.

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Carissa is no longer an adorable puppy and the smarter Security from before is standing next to her, discarding what was presumably a Break Enchantment scroll.  "Do you have any particular plan for how we don't end up as statues?" the Security says.

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It takes her a bit. 

 

"Suicide," she says. "Got a weapon?"

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"You know, you'd think the fucking Queen of Cheliax would know better than to give a desertion incentive to people who've sold their souls," Security says.  He's already taking out another scroll.  "I'm going to run, and see about staying alive until she's dead, and can't pay my owner to torture me into giving consent for resurrection so she can statue me.  She did that once, you know."

"I'd take you with, except for the part where you fucked up every single step of this and cost me everything."

He's gone.

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