Chapter 37, in which the Adventurers fight themselves, and the Brotherhood ends



Biali
"Now you can explain me what is happening?" Lima said taking deep breaths trying to relax and forget the images of the two dragons he had slain.

"I mean I can’t match it. Dragons, Vega, books, a Zathroth-follower guild. What is the connection?"

Tujex
"Only thing I know is that these Dark Star people have control over just about any creature and access to just about any magic. As to why they don't want us to get to that library... I have no clue" Tujex said, turning to Red Un as he finished. "Do you know exactly why they don't want us to get to that library?" he asked the half-dwarf.

Red Un
Red Un sat down on the carpet.

"First of all, they ain't Zathroth-worshipers. I dunno if they worship any gods at all. Anyways, they've always had this thing about 'protecting' books, tomes, scrolls, scrawls and just about anything with words written on it. I guess it's kinda obvious by now that they'll go to any length to protect it."

He turned to Narudin.

"Anythin' to add?"

Tranquillity
Tranquillity took a few slow twirls in the air as the waited for Melrod to pick her up. She could really get used to this sort of thing she thought, rolling over again. If it weren't for the whole being battered around by air currents and the threat of falling and painful death it would be sort of fun.

Suddenly Tranquillity found herself staring down at the sea far below her and shuddered at the thought of falling. "On second thought, maybe I'll just keep my feet on solid ground for a while." She righted herself and made sure to stare anywhere but downwards until Melrod swooped her up.

"Well at least you didn't leave me this time" she said just loud enough for Red Un to hear.

Narudin
Narudin blinked when Red Un addressed him and then put one hand on his heart and the other held up towards the sky, index finger extended, and intoned:

"The end always justifies the means."

The Narudin sighed and continued.

"That pretty much wraps them up. They use assassins, dark magic, guard knowledge from others and hold many dark secrets... I was mostly used as a tool for most of the time by them, so I do not know much - You rarely impart anything to tools, however useful they might be."

"They are a very secretive bunch, and indeed do not worship any gods I know of, though some call Nornur, god of shadows, their deity." Narudin shook his head. "But I doubt whether it is true. Nornur helped the Gods of Good in their war against Zathroth, so it is not likely that he favours The Brotherhood. If anything then only their skill with moving through the shadows unnoticed."

"Well at least you didn't leave me this time." Came a voice from the side. The half elf glanced sideways and smiled as he noticed Tranquillity.

"Ah, Lady Tranquillity, glad to have You back on the team" Narudin chuckled. "I gather that You didn't miss the bit of fun we had just a few minutes ago?"

Red Un
Red Un looked embarrassed when he heard Tranquillity's remark.

"Yeah...I've got sort of a knack at doin' that."

Tranquillity
Tranquillity shrugged, "It's not really your fault of course. I'm just glad that I was able to make it here somehow." She peered over the edge of the carpet to the island of ice they were rapidly approaching. "Sooo... do we have a plan? I mean, how are we going to actually get in to the library?"

Red Un
"Ah, don't worry, I've got..."

Red Un fumbled around in his pocket and produced the previously-acquired key.

"...the key and..."

He shuffled through the backpack.

"...the book. I know just how to find the library. The real problem is whatever thing the Brotherhood's gonna try and stop us with this time."

Artios
Artios had been idle ever since he created that bone dragon. But now as the Brotherhood had been defeated, Artios continued to read through his book. After he read through about four pages, he picked up a small blue gem from the heel of his left boot. "Could this really be the gem?" Artios wondered. "It must be it, the gem that makes my boots of haste so strong."

Artios placed the blue gem on his left boot. And then removed the book. It seemed to vanish as he placed it in one of his pockets. "Well then, Sir Redwick, I guess we should prepare for another fight? I've only been idle in these previous fights, but now, the time has come. The time has come to show the Brotherhood."

Artios placed his hands in his knees. "Sir Narudin, could you tell us, or at least me what the Brotherhood are capable of? Being a former member of the Brotherhood, you've got at least some insight, no? I'm sorry if you've already told everyone else."

Tujex
Tujex sat shirtless on the carpet, the last of his spikes and wings sinking back into his skin. He exhaled deeply as they completely vanished. "I don't think I'll ever get used to this transformation stuff." he sighed as he rubbed his right shoulder which was sore for some reason.

Red Un
Red Un pointed downwards.

"There it is..."

A small island, covered in snow, with two small mountains and some forests here and there came into view as they passed over the last of the storm.

"...Vega."

The carpet descended towards the snowy island.

"Hmm... that's odd..." muttered Red Un. "Seems like there's people here already."

Tranquillity
"Huh? What people?" Tranquillity said as she stared over the edge of the carpet.

Red Un
"Well...I think one of them is wearing... red armour. He looks like a..."

Red Un paused, and gasped.

"...a half-dwarf!"

He blinked. The red-armoured half-dwarf was still standing there.

"Great Durin, what is goin' on here?!"

Lima Beanie
Lima spoke to the half-dwarf.

"Know them mister... Thred Kun?"

Tujex
Tujex ran and jumped off the edge of the carpet, landing in a crouch like position in front of the armoured half-dwarf. He stood upright, slapping his legs which somewhat stung from the rather long fall. "I guess I'll never get used to falling from that high either. You'd think being a half-demon, jumping from up there wouldn't hurt so bad. Well... I guess it's better than death" he said, the half-dwarf looking at the rambling half-elf strangely. Tujex snapped out of his trance and looked down at the dwarf. "Hey guy, you wouldn't happen to be with those psycho paper guards would you?" Tujex asked in a friendly tone of voice. "I wonder if he's looking at me like this because I just jumped from that high in the air, or if I'm in the coldest area in Tibia without a shirt. I mean, both are pretty weird" Tujex thought realizing the look the half-dwarf was giving him.

Red Un
"Well, that half-dwarf looks like...me."

Red Un looked closer. A little bit away from the half-dwarf stood a half-elf who was, strangely enough, not wearing any shirt.

"...and that half-elf who is approaching Tujex looks a lot like... Tujex?"

Neither one of them said a thing, they just stood there.

Tujex
Tujex turned to the approaching elf. His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. "What's really going on here?" Tujex yelled as he examined an exact copy of himself standing before him. He looked to the dwarf and immediately saw that it resembled Red Un.

Red Un
"I dunno, but that one over there looks like..."

Red Un still couldn't understand what he was seeing.

"...Narudin?"

He looked, and realised something.

"In fact, it looks like all the people up here are also down there."

Narudin
Narudin looked down towards the gathering of people on the snowy plain. He kept his calm as he looked down at the disturbingly familiar figures. After a moment, as they drew ever closer to the group, the half elf spoke:

"I would bet my trusty No. 4 that it's another plot of the Brotherhood. I've seen their necromancers conjure such beings - perfect copies of their models, in terms of power, skills and attributes. They were made of shadow substance, therefore called the shadow simulacrums. The only thing which distinguishes them from the originals is that they are slightly darker, especially in bright daylight. I cannot be sure whether these... imitators are simulacra, but they are surely some kind of trick, another desperate attempt to stop us."

Narudin sighed, and looked around at his companions.

"If I am correct, this might be the toughest battle yet. Simulacra imitate the original being perfectly - an even match of skills. Quite ironically, we will be fighting ourselves... I think we will be forced to fight our counterparts, otherwise in the resulting confusion we may start attacking ourselves."

Tujex
Tujex's ears twitched as he picked up what Narudin and Red Un were talking about. "I have to fight myself!" Tujex exclaimed as he took a few more steps back from the creation. "Speaking of it... you do look a tad darker than I..." Tujex said as he examined his duplicate a little closer. "But that doesn't mean you're evil... right?" Tujex asked wishing what he said was true.

Red Un
"Oh no" said the Tujex-copy. "I'm not evil. In fact, I think you are."

He and the other copies gathered around Tujex. Red Un realised that the poor half-elf would not end up in a good way if he had to fight them alone. Therefore he jumped off the carpet as it skimmed low. He landed on top of the copy of Melrod, knocking him out.

"Well, that one was easy. HEY MELROD!" he yelled up to the carpet. "I TOOK CARE OF YOU, SO JUST KEEP FLYIN' THE CARPET!"

Melrod muttered angrily to himself as he lowered the carpet to allow the others to disembark.

Red Un drew his sword and turned to face a certain half-dwarf, who had also drawn his sword.

"My my, I do look pretty handsome, don't I?" said Red Un. His shadowy counterpart smiled evilly and swung his sword in a deadly, if clumsy arc. Red Un parried it just as clumsily.

Narudin
Narudin sighed and jumped down from the carpet as it returned near the group of copies. He fell lightly upon the snow and immediately ducked and rolled backwards as two swords wooshed above him, the scissor-like movement flying through the air where his neck would have been. Getting to his feet, he looked into his own face, into two blue-hued eyes, albeit dimmed as if by a shadow.

"You are a mere imitation, a copy of the original" the half-elf said, taking out his blades. "You have no memories, no experiences, no life which you can call Your own. A puppet, no more than a tool. It is virtually my Duty to end Your misery."

The shadowy copy grinned widely. And horribly. Then it spoke with Narudin's voice, but with un-narudinish context:

"And what do You have, half-elf? A brief existence to spend, your eyes shrouded with illusions and shadows. I am immortal! I have your powers and can use them far better than you do for your petty ideals. To serve the Masters is the greatest glory. You can not even imagine the graveness of your mistake when you left the Brotherhood!"

The simulacrum laughed in a fairly evil way, and Narudin cocked his head to one side, analysing what he had heard. Then he said, the capital letters neatly clicking into place.

"A brief yet full life is far better than Your bleak, eternal existence in the servitude of lies. You are a thing of shadows, therefore You are not real. Without the magical power sustaining You-"

Both Narudins made a short, sharp motion with their arms and a clash could be heard as two throwing stars hit each other halfway between them, deflecting towards the sides. On a totally useless sidenote, one flew just above Red Un's head, totally unnoticed by the fighting half-dwarf, and, heeding to the laws of comedy, deflected from his sword and passed just in front of Melrod's eyes as he was landing his carpet some distance away from the group.

The Shadowdancer raised an eyebrow as the shadowy shadowdancer opposite to him laughed again.

"This may be a teensy bit harder than I thought..." he muttered, and then both copy and original jumped to each other, blades flashing. The dance had begun.

Tujex
Tujex smiled at his counterpart. "Whaddaya say we take this a little farther that way. This could get a little messy" he said pointing away from the others. The shadow Tujex cracked his knuckles and began walking beside his counterpart. They had walked at least a mile before they stopped and faced each other. "Now that they're safe!" Tujex exclaimed as he swung his fist at his counterpart. The fake caught his fist and attempted to counter with his other hand, but Tujex caught that punch. "You're good..." they said simultaneously as they released each other. They unsheathed their swords, swinging them at each other.

They swung at each other, using the same moves, in the same order, at the same time. Sparks flew from the blades as they smashed together, pushing the warriors back a little with the recoil from every blow. "Take this!" they both screamed as they infused their swords with demon magic and swung them. The swords clanged together, red lightning flying from the blades as they met. The two struggled to overpower the other, but neither one could overcome his foe. They pushed harder, their demon enchantments beginning to fuse and turning into a ball of energy that exploded sending both Tujexes flying backwards. The half-elves hit the ground, sliding a few yards in opposite directions. "He matches my every move...he knows what I'm going to do before I do it..." Tujex thought as he stood and readied his sword.

The copy did the same, and the two charged at each other. As they met, they both snatched a knife from their boot and attempted to slash the other’s throat. But both saw the other’s move coming and managed to get out of the way, both attacks missing completely. The two skid on the snow as they attempted to stop, throwing their knives at each other causing them to strike exactly in the middle between the two. Tujex was amazed at how skilled his counterpart was, and couldn't think of anything to do that his counterpart wouldn't be thinking as well. "What to do? What to do?" he muttered, his clone doing the same thing.

Tranquillity
Tranquillity leaped off the carpet and landed with a roll to absorb the shock. She quickly rose and brushed the snow off herself, then turned to face her simulacrum. "Oh my god... I so do not look like that. They totally ruined my complexion... it's disgusting."

Her simulacrum narrowed her eyes and bit back, "Well at least my hair doesn't look that. The way the light from the snow reflects off your hair is abominable."

Tranquillity's eyes narrowed exactly as her simulacrum's eyes had then with twin screams of rage the two leapt at each other, swords clashing, sliding up against each other and being withdrawn only to clash again with renewed strength. The two wove around each other, sometimes their bodies touching as they both tried to land their sword on the others body.

At the same moment they both withdrew and stepped back to face each other. "Well not ba..." they both started before leaping in midword. Their blades clashed in the air and were withdrawn. Tranquillity brought her blade darting in low, but her simulacrum skipped over the blade and brought her own swinging downward at Tranquillity's crouching form. Nimbly Tranquillity side-rolled and came up with a knife in hand which she made a quick toss with at her simulacrum's throat. The simulacrum spun to the side, letting the blade pass her by centimetres and appeared at the end of the spin with a knife of her own which was flicked at Tranquillity who sidestepped it and charged.

"At least my hair doesn't look like something died in it" Tranquillity panted as she brought her blade swinging down. The simulacrum parried with one hand and drew a dagger which she thrust at Tranquillity's stomach. "Not that it matters for you though." Tranquillity thrust her hips back to put them out of range of the probing knife and elbowed the hand holding it hard enough that the blade was dropped. "What do you mean?"

The simulacrum jumped back and grinned wickedly. "You know exactly what I mean." Tranquillity pinned her with a glare for a moment and then fake-stepped forward. With a flick of her wrist an explosion rune landed in her hand and was quickly fired off at the simulacrum who did the same. Both angled their blades and deflected the magic up into the air where it went sailing into the air before eventually exploding while the two below watched. Slowly they brought their gazes level with each other. Both nodded their respects to the other as they circled in for another round.

"This is going to be harder than I thought" muttered Tranquillity to herself.

Red Un
Red Un and not-quite-Red Un circled each other, slowly. The shadowy half-dwarf grinned evilly at his non-shadowy counterpart.

"So, how is Jenna these days?"

"Wait a minute... Narudin said you had no memory, no mind!"

"Oh, that foolish, effete, think-he's-better-than-us shadowdancer with his fancy swords thinks he knows all, does he?"

The sinister copy swung his sword again, and Red Un only got out of the way because he slipped on an icy rock and fell on his back.

"But...to make such a copy of both body and soul would take tremendous power! Who...?"

The red-armoured shadow didn't answer, he just raised his sword above his head. Then his eyes opened up a bit as he realised something.

"Now this seems awfully familiar! Too bad for you that there isn't any thunderstorm, eh?"

Far away, looking down at the fighting from the top of Vega’s only small mountain, stood an old, wrinkled man, bent forward. His face was hidden by a black hood, but a sinister smile could be seen.

Artios
"Sigh, why does it always seem like everyone is ignoring me?" Artios thought, and then he jumped down from the flying carpet. Landing not too many meters away from his shadow. Artios quickly rose up and looked into his copies eyes. "Hm, well, doesn't it seem like we've got a necromancer’s creation before us? I can make such copies too." Artios said.

"He's going to copy my every move. My bone dragon will help me." Artios thought. But since his copy had no bone dragon, he reacted as Artios would without a bone dragon. Or at least that's what Artios thought.

Artios looked into his copies eyes, and his copy did naught but look back.
"He cannot have a bone dragon too...? What is he going to do?" Artios thought. And then, just a mere moment later, Artios bone dragon struck into another bone dragon, just above Artios and his copy's head.

The bone dragons that seemed a bit confused, started attacking each other with different elemental magics. But both of them were immune to their own magic as they realized only a few seconds later. And they started to attack each other with their claws and fangs.

"So, you've got a bone dragon too?" they both said at the same moment. Artios shook his head, and turned his back to his copy. Knowing that he'd never attack a man from behind, he felt quite safe. He got a bit closer to Red Un, and he stopped just a few meters from him and said; "Sir Redwick, we won't stand a chance against them. We will have to kill whoever summoned them." Artios made sure no one else heard his words. Before Red Un got to answer, Artios turned back to his shadow. "Now, you will hopefully act differently" Artios thought. Artios knew that he wouldn't have to fight his copy, but he had to find whoever summoned him. So Artios drew his sword in case his copy would attack him. His copy did the same. And they just looked into each other's eyes.

"I guess my copy is rather suspicious now" Artios thought. He tried to scan the area, but he just couldn't get his eyes off his own.

Red Un
The Red Un who wasn't Red Un was momentarily distracted when Artios called out their name. Red Un didn't hesitate, and simply kicked his evil twin in the legs. The shadowy being fell to the ground.

"Why you little..."

But Red Un was already on his feet and had picked up his sword. He tried to stab his copy, but he rolled out of the way, and got on his feet as well.

"Hah, I'm just as 'nimble' as you!"

"Seems so. Lis'n, it will take forever for us to kill each other. Why not settle this the dwarven way?"

"You mean..."

"Yeah! A drinking contest! I happen to have some bottles of beer in my backpack."

"What a coincidence, so have I."

It was a strange scene, two dwarves sitting down in the snow while fighting went about around them, pouring up a mug of beer each.

"And no magic rings!"

"Of course not. Hrmh."

Mategerold
Elwyn hopped off the carpet and muttered something as he fell. His fall gradually slowed as he neared the ground, and he began speaking before he landed.
"If you truly are a perfect copy of me, in mind, body, and soul, why do you serve the Brotherhood, and yet I do not?"
"The Brotherhood is everything and all. I owe my life to them. Now I will kill you for them."
"Fool. You are no longer me. You serve evil, while I serve good."


Narudin
The two figures whirled, danced and rolled, weaving their blades in deadly patterns. Yet each brilliant attack was foiled by an equally brilliant defence. Thus the half elf and his shadow twin spent the next few minutes fighting with no winner emerging. Finally both jumped away, panting heavily.

"This is ridiculous" said Narudin and sighed before jumping back towards his still grinning counterpart. They clashed again, both shadowdancers accelerating their pace of trading blows in order to tire the other. The air was filled with the sounds of clashes of steel hitting against steel at an impossible frequency, and then only a long, tortured screech of metal as the pace increased once more. Both of the fighters arms were a blur, thrusting and parrying the others attacks.

The spell was broken by an explosions to the side. The combatants detached themselves from each other and watched both Tujexes fly in opposite directions after clashing their blades.

"Bah, I've forgot to ask him about that strange transformation he went through when fighting those dragons" muttered Narudin, looking at the awesome display of power. A little way to the right he saw two Tranquillities also locked in a deadly struggle. All around, he saw his companions fight their evil counterparts, except for a small place of peace where two half dwarves seemed to be getting drunk...

He caught a movement at the edge of his sight and brought up his crossed swords, arms still burning from the fatigue of recent combat. They caught the double chop just at the hilts, and Narudin looked into the murky blue of his shadow simulacrum's eyes.

"You are weak" the copy snarled, applying steady pressure with his own swords. "You have always thought yourself worse, inferior to those around you. You cannot lie to yourself!" The shadow Narudin laughed. "You hide behind Your "values". All lies! Lies that you try to hide your weakness with, your inferiority! You do not even see that you endanger the very group you want to protect!"

The two swords descended slightly towards Narudin's head, as the shadow copy poisoned the half elf's mind with its venomous words.

"Am I weak?" he thought. "Am I a danger? Do I hide behind lies, do I lead a life of illusion? What am I worth? Do I even deserve a capitol "I"?"

Strength was sapped from the shadowdancer’s arms as all his failures swept in front of his eyes. Twenty years of slavery, of vile deeds, his stupidity, the death of his step parents, his mixed heritage, the disappointment with his father, grief of his mother....

"i... i... i..." Narudin's voice faltered, but then he looked around and other thoughts found their way to his mind. He had prevailed. He had escaped, found his way, paid for his deeds. He had built a new life, not an existence, but a Life, and though the Brotherhood had managed to continually try tearing it down, he still prevailed. He had made... friends...

"I shall not give in to Your foul tongue, spawn of shadows" Narudin finished, calmness returning to his voice and a steely glint to his eyes. The blades stopped lowering themselves and started pushing back the shadow copies blades. "You were very close there, nearly over the brink" continued the half-elf, now level with his opponents eyes once again, "But You went a step too far. And You have assured... Your... FATE!."

With that Narudin pushed back the simulacrum with unnatural strength, sending him sprawling to the ground. The shadow Narudin quickly got to his feet, a look of mild disbelief on its face. Narudin didn't press his advantage, but let the clone get up.

"You are good at copying, my shadowy twin. But can You create? Do You have a fire inside You that can bring Your swordsmanship to new levels? Can You even care for anything? Other than the magically imbued fanatism for the Brotherhood, You can not. You are imperfect. Flawed. And thus You shall fall."

Narudin brought up his blades.

"You are not a perfect copy. The skills, the body, the instincts, even the mind and way of thinking - perhaps. But You have no soul, lest a god created You. And if it did, than the soul is too twisted to help You."

The simulacrum snarled, and readied his swords.

"Music, play!" Narudin laughed and both combatants leaped. Ones eyes murky and dark, the other's glowing with their own inner fires...

Sarra Zoldan
Walking in from the stormy mist covering the ocean, Kish took in the scene in front of her. Copies of all the members of the party were dancing to and fro, combating each other... except for Redwick and his copy, who were sitting on the ground, drinking beer from a number of flagons.

"Dwarves... or half-dwarves for that matter..."she muttered.

At her current pace, she soon reached the area of the combatants. Gazing around the surrounding area to find her own shadowy copy, she didn't notice the growing shadow covering her body until the last second.

Making a pushing movement forwards with her feet, she turned in mid air, skidding backwards across the snow for some ten yards, just distant enough to avoid the shards of flying dirt set off by the shadow's owner.

The person who just tried to crush her was not her copy... or at least didn't seem to be by its looks.
The copy was a man, some 180 centimetres tall, maybe 130 pounds. His hair was raven black, his eyes green, reflecting Kishs' own.

Dressed in a stiff apprentices robe, with an open cut in the front, revealing dark red trousers and a black tunic, the shadow smiled lightly, a mirthless smile.
Kish returned the favour.

In between breaths, Kish was holding her sword in her right hand, her left hand empty. Her eyes were a study in unholy fire as she crouched low, placing herself in a point of low balance, bedding for agile movement and quick recuperation.

Her opponent reached out and took a long staff out of thin air. The staff was made of a dark wood, with a small golden butt and a gold-clad crystal headpiece.
The shadow smiled again.

"Your beloved Proteus Star. Better fit for a weapon than a piece of worthless armour."

The voice of the shadow was thin, but still very human. Kishs’ voice however, was hissing hoarse when she spoke.

"I should have figured you would make a weapon out of it. You never understood the basic concept of armour... even such as light as mine."

The shadow grabbed the staff with his right hand just over the butt, taking a few rapid steps and sent it flying in a sweeping motion towards Kish.
Kish leaned back low, deflecting the blow with her sword, sparks flying as the two connected. The blade didn't leave a mark on the staff.
As the staff came around, the shadow versatiley flipped it over and pushed the butt towards Kish, aiming for her face.

Kish nimbly leapt out of range, and countered with a throwing knife, missing by an inch as the shadow dodged it.

"So..." Kish said "...why are you my copy?”

Lima Beanie
Lima Beanie was amazed, and thrilled.
"Now where am I... erm my copy."
Then he saw a figure peeking from a pine, then hid back.
"Got you."
He made a wide turn passing by the side of battle.

I may not have heard of Dragon Lords but I have heard of this simulacrum, they may think as me. But I have an advantage. I improvise everything, it may be hard yet because he may be as unpredictable as a rat, so I must be aware.

Now he got himself in front of him

"Hi there you must..."

He barely escaped from the firesword slash.
Unpredictable, as I said.
"You asked for it."

In a fast move of the hand the explosion rune he had in one glove fell to his palm and he fired it as fast as he could. The fire was sent the pine tree flying to a nearby hill, there was too much dust and he distinguished a crater and in the middle...

"A sphere? ...GOD!"

He jumped backwards as he saw a dark blow in middle of sphere, but nothing could evade a Sudden Death.

The dark missile hit him right into the leg. The blood froze and Lima felt his heart stop.

He remembered words from Loria.

The best spell for deciding a battle within seconds. The spell tries to interrupt the opponents heart beat, leading to his instant death in most cases.

"ex...u...ra.........VITA!"

He felt replenished.
"I must be more careful."
"Utamo Vita" both said at same time. "Oh no..."

Lima thought that the more mana he wasted the more fast the shield would wear off. Then he remembered the two Dragon Lords he consumed. "Ouch, this will take a little bit..."

Then he thought of his obsession of using the magic strikes. "Yeah, idea."

Then he drew his firesword and charged towards the simulacrum, then jumped as he made a flame strike, he did it again, he kept doing that for some minutes then both spheres vanished. Ok, spell wore off. Again!

"Utamo Vita." both voices said.
"Sooner or later mana will end, what would a druid be without mana?"

Red Un
Red Un and his shadowy counterpart were both getting excessively drunk.

"Y'know... y'r not schuch a bad... perschon after all..." said Red Un.

"Yeah...but......" responded not-Red Un. "...I schtill gotta......kill ya..."

"Right...but first...since we're both... the schame... I believe we both need to ... relieve ourselves, y'know? Empty the bladder, scho to schpeak..."

"Figger yer... right."

"Okay, you'll go first..."

"Schure thing!"

The drunken half-dwarf that wasn't Red Un got on his feet slowly. He started to walk over to a nearby tree to relieve himself.

That's when he slipped on a patch of ice, staggered and happened to get between Narudin and his sinister copy.

There was the sound of a head being cut off. The shadowdancers barely noticed.

Red Un got on his feet.

"If there'sch one thing I can bet on..., it'sch me own bad luck..."

Lima Beanie
In the middle of the confusion Lima saw one of the two drunk dwarves get up and go to a tree and then slipped and got in middle of the way of a sword of one Narudin.

"WATCH OUT SIR!"

The head rolled.

"RED UN!"

Lima was crying and furious as he saw the other little dwarf chuckling.

"You will pay..."

Red Un
Red Un backed away from the furious Lima.

"Hey hey......that wasch the EVIL half-dwarf! Schee, I haven't got that... dark glint in m'eyesch, right?"

Narudin
The shadowdancers once more clashed in a flurry of sharp steel, a skirmish which seemed to be just as pointless as the previous ones. Equal in skill, none could gain a tangible advantage. Narudin finally decided use one of his aces and flexed his muscles in a way that sent a small, enchanted ceramic globe into his hand. He was worried to see his shadowy counterpart do the same, and both threw it against the earth at the same time. The pure, brilliant light from Narudin's orb met a blast of complete darkness from his shadow twin’s globe.

Narudin blinked as the short period of darkness passed over him, negating itself with the bright light, which undoubtedly had also affected the dark Narudin. On instinct, he sent his swords into a standard attack-parry motion to stop any incoming attacks. Much to his surprise, the blades did not meet metal but bit deeply into yielding flesh. He could here his twin also shout in ... triumph?

The sound of metal hitting metal finally resounded, if a bit muffled.

The normal level of light returned and both shadowdancers saw a most gruesome sight - They were standing, blades connected at a dwarfs... or half-dwarfs neck height. The head was not on its customary place, but sailing through the air. Narudin's moment of panic quickly subsided as he noticed the eyes - dark and murky, still wearing the signs of astonishment. This was not THE Red Un.

All this passed through the half elf's head with lightning speed and Narudin focused back to his opponent, who was still looking at the falling head.

"When Your opponent is equal in skill, find advantages."

Narudin, still applying pressure to the connected sword, swung his other in a quick and deceptive arc, aiming for the simulacrum's head. The targeted shadow copy noticed it at the last possible moment and ducked.

"Where there aren't any advantages to find, make them Yourself."

The half elf used the energy of his swing and jumped up, landing on the decapitated shadow Red Un's shoulders. It was an unsteady support, but it didn't have to last for long - Just for long enough. Narudin's simulacrum let out a cry of triumph and sent his blade in a upwards swing, aiming to catch the shadowdancer from below. Narudin knew he could not block it in time from this angle, nor did he try. He calmly watched the blade come closer and leaped forward, somersaulting over the surprised shadows copy's head.

Narudin slashed down with both blades as he passed over the simulacrum's head and a clang resounded as he met a parry. The half elf grinned. Just he had expected. Just as he had planned.

Landing behind the shadow Narudin, the half elf let go of his swords. The pressure being relieved from his blades, the simulacrum was slightly unbalanced. Before he could retract his hands, Narudin caught hold of them and sharped backwards, painfully twisting the arms behind the shadow copy's back. The simulacrum refused to let go of his blades, though the slightest pressure applied by Narudin sent waves of agony through him. The whole sequence took no more than a few seconds, from decapitating the shadow half dwarf. The half-elf contemplated for a moment, and finally said:

"I really hate doing this, contrary to whatever you may think. If You think at all."

That being said, Narudin pushed downwards. Two loud cracks melded into one as the shadow simulacrum screamed, letting go of his swords. Narudin caught them before they fell, made a 360 degree turn in one spot in order to gain momentum and slashed across the shadow copies neck.

Nothing happened.

Narudin calmly threw the shadow blades to one side and pick up his own swords. Then he turned towards Red Un and Lima, and walked towards them. Behind him the head, twisted into a strange grimace, slowly tilted to the side and fell from the neck, dramatically rolling to a stop a couple feet away.

Red Un
Red Un looked a bit surprised.

"Narudin? I thought'cha wash... gonna kill yer sim...schim...swim...copy. But I can schee two of ya..."

Red Un shook his head.

"Oh! Think it'sch time for......a quick soberin' up..."

He walked over to the coastline and dipped his head into the cold, cold water. It didn't stay down for very long.

"AAAAAH! I hate quick soberin' ups!"

The uncomfortably sober half-dwarf peered over the snowy fields.

"Hmm...there's gotta be someone behind these not-quite-us..."

Tujex
Tujex's copy had taken to his demon form and was using an insane amount of energy in an attempt to end this match quickly. Tujex ducked and dodged with he best of his ability, dodging the balls of dark energy that the fake threw at him. "This is how I set up my desperation move!" Tujex exclaimed as he watched his fake bring his hands together ad fire a blast of dark energy. Tujex flipped backwards, sliding on the ice until he was out of the attacks way. An explosion sounded off, as the blast left a crater in the ground. "Here it comes!" the fake called as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Final Explosion!"

A red aura surrounded the fakes body as he began laughing. "There's no way you can dodge this!" he screamed, his eyes glowing brighter than ever. The fake let out a loud scream, sending a wave of dark energy over the battlefield that would've killed the others if Tujex hadn't led the fake away. Tujex through his hands forward, unleashing his inner demon. He threw up a shield that caught the explosion and pushed back. Tujex's arms strained to stay up and hold the barrier, but the force the blast was hitting him with was making his arms weaker and weaker.

His barrier began to crack, spreading outward from the centre towards Tujex's hands. "There's only one chance...I have to do this right!" Tujex thought as he let one hand off of his barrier, allowing the whole thing to fall as he snatched the Noish's Promise from its sheath. The explosion consumed him, making the fake think he had finished this battle. The fake lowered to the ground chuckling. "There's no way he could survive that. And even if he did... he can't take two." Tujex swung his sword, causing a gust of wind that blew the smoke about, revealing that he had somehow survived the blast. A green aura pulsated from his blade as his eyes took the same colour. "Why hasn't he morphed back yet? There's no way he can still have the energy to maintain that form" Tujex thought, his expression showing his shock.

The fake laughed and cracked his knuckles. "My creator made me perfect, knocking out your one flaw. Your power supply is very limited, and any powerful attack leaves you seriously drained. That doesn't happen to me, my demonic power is endless!" Tujex growled and charged the fake, slashing with all his might. The fake merely ducked under the blade and punched Tujex in his stomach. He removed his fist and with a roundhouse kick he sent Tujex flying. The half-elf fell hard in the snow, thoughts racing through his head. "Can I really beat him?" he thought as he forced himself up from the ground. Tujex's only apparent weakness was his inability to control his energy. But that's when something struck him. He stood upright, holding his Noish's Promise in one hand and a placing as throwing knife in his teeth.

Tujex rushed with incredible speed, sending his knife into his fake’s side, and snatched it out as he flipped back. He landed and smiled, his knife now back between his teeth. In his hand was the Noish's Promise, and in the other was the fake’s Noish's Promise. The fake stared in awe, amazed at how Tujex had managed to move in so close and get an attack in. Tujex readied himself, his wings sprouting from his back and horns from his forehead. "There's no way you can know this style," Tujex said, smiling as much as he could with a knife in his teeth. The fake smiled arrogantly, walking towards Tujex. "Well show me what you and that style can do. I might not know it, but believe me... there's nothing you can throw at me that can do any more damage than this." The fake pointed to his knife wound which rapidly closed.

Tujex smiled and lunged at his copy, slashing wildly yet precisely. The fake dodged and blocked the blows, the wounds he received from the attacks closing before he deflected the next swing. "See! Even with three blades you can't stop me!" the fake yelled out over the sounds of the blades slashing through the wind. "That wasn't my plan!" Tujex screamed as he swiped at the fake, causing a gust of wind to blow him back. The fake staggered and slipped on the ice behind him, falling hard on his back. Tujex took this chance and immediately jumped into the air, looming over his opponent as he fell towards him with rapid speed. "Demonic X!" he screamed as a red flash filled both of their eyes.

When it faded Tujex found himself lying on the ground beside his opponent, both of the swords jammed into his neck and the knife buried to the handle in his heart. Tujex pushed himself from the ground, spitting as he walked, not noticing the blood that was in it. He snatched his blade from the copies throat and walked over to the others who had finished before him. The land the two had battled on was scarred, left barren by the demonic energy that sucked the life from it as it made contact. Neither snow nor grass was left, just the earth as well as a few craters. The snow would cover it up within the next few weeks, but for now it was the sign of Tujex's battle.

"Hey Narudin you got another knife I can borrow?" he asked as he looked back at his dead clone.

Narudin
"Well, obviously the Brotherhood… or at least I think that it is obviously the Brotherhood" Narudin said in response to Red Un's statement. "And if it is the Brotherhood, then their reserves are seriously depleted, at least in terms of man power. We virtually slaughtered all their forces at the siege at Elvith's cave and disposed of their elite masters in the air battle above the Nordic Ocean. In fact, that leaves only the Leader of Leaders, perhaps with his most trusted advisors... Yet still, simulacrums are one of the most powerful types of magic... to create something real is the toughest challenge which magic stands against. Divination is just messing with time and space, Illusion is creating only the images, Abjurations only call up short-lived barriers, Enchantments meddle with the mind, Evocations depend on calling into existence energies for a very short time, Necromancy infuses new life into old forms... Transmutations, that is the magic of changing things and conjurations, that is creating are the most power-consuming schools. Where did the power come from...?"

Narudin fell quiet in a thoughtful way, the silence punctured by a series of explosions quite far off to the north. The half elf turned to watch, his keen eyes discerning too forms in the distance, both looking a bit... demonic? Another explosion took a part of the landscape with it, and then a second one shortly after. The shadowdancer looked in amazement as Tujex slowly approached them a few minutes later, battered, yet alive and with non-shadow eyes and casually asked him for a knife. The half elf blinked and then held out his hand, a knife appearing in it almost magically.

"Hmm, I think You'd do well with a No. 7. Nice and straight, though a bit clumsy when it comes to throwing. Ideal for stabbing and OK at slashing."

Holding out the knife, Narudin looked towards the barren land where Tujex had came from.

"Remind me never to fight with you, Sir Tujex. Are You, by any chance, related to the demonic race? Or possibly use necromantic magic, as only demons and necromancy can cause such wounds to the land..."

Sarra Zoldan
The shadow smiled at her question.

"What makes you think I'm a copy?"

Staff flying. Parry. Quick underhand thrust. Parried. Starclad piece flying. Dodged. Staff's butt thrusting. Dodged and parried. Overhand swing. Dodged.

"The real carrier of that spirit died a long time ago. I killed him with my own hands, so I should know." Kish said heatedly.

Roll and kick. Last second dodge. Overhead staff swing. Dodged. Quick thrust and slash. Dodged and parried. Return swing... no, overhead swipe!

Kish grunted as the butt of the staff hit her on the shoulder with decent force. The shadow chuckled at her predicament. Shifting grip on the blade, Kish threw herself back at the shadow.

"If you are who you say you are, why aren't you using your abilities to incinerate me? One of the spiritkind wouldn't be using staves and swords to fight." Kish continued, while making an overhead swipe followed by an elbow blow. Parried and dodged.

The shadow chuckled again and sent the Proteustipped staff flying in an underhand arc. Parried.
"Yes, I suppose that if anything would give me away as a copy and not my true self... then again, don't I look a little bit different, hm?"

Feinted thrust, real thrust. Dodged. Parrying a staffswipe. Double swinging slash. Dodge and last second parry.

"You look the same to me."

Slash and parry. Overhead staff swipe. Dodged. Second swipe.

Jumping up and taking a second step on the flying staff, Kish made a somersault over the shadow's left shoulder, extending a long clawlike object from her sleeve, its tip digging in half an inch into the shadow's shoulder.
Landing on her feet behind the shadow, she quickly rolled forwards, got to her feet and wheeled about in one swift motion.

The shadow stood glaring at her with eyes filled with hatred.

"Now you've made me angry."
"Good", Kish replied. "That's how I want you."

The shadow took the staff at its butt and swung it in a large, powerful overhead arc. As it came down, it connected with Kish's left forearm, and stopped.
Her arm was uncovered, and the staff was connected to a bracer made of a half-golden material, carved in circular thinthreaded patterns, with Kish's Proteus Star inlaid in its centre.

"Useless armour, eh"? Kish said to the shadow.

The shadow's surprised gaze went from her bracer to the blade she held in her right hand, it's point headed for his throat.

With a cry of frustration, the shadow screamed.
"Damn you!"
Just the bare tenth of a second before the blade hit, the shadow dissolved into swirling pinkish energies, the sound of an Astral Gate spell resounding throughout the air.

Sheathing her blade and replacing her sleeve over her bracer, Kish made her way over to the others. She noticed, half-interested, that Redwick had sobered up pretty quickly.

"So... anyone got a bit of tea? I could really use some..."

Red Un
Red Un sneezed.

"That makes two of us. Darn cold place, I wish..."

But he was interrupted by a scream of disappointment and anger that echoed over the island. He swung around and peered at the mountain.

"That way! I guess whoever made those copies must be pretty disappointed right now..."

He started to run for the mountain.

Tranquillity
Tranquillity dove for the ground, sword outstretched trying to hit her copies legs, it didn't work and she came up to parry the blow she knew was coming. The force of the blow sent a tingling sensation down her arms but she ignored it and jumped into the fight. Instantly the two bodies were intertwined with each other, weaving through and about the others attacks and counter-attacks, bodies mere inches away at some points.

Finally her copy got a blow through with a knife at her stomach, though it was deflected off her armour. Tranquillity would have ignored it were it not for the delicate sound of breaking glass. She glanced down and saw red seeping through her robe. "I forgot I had that" she thought to herself. She glanced up at her copy who was grinning. Tranquillity clutched her stomach as if hurt and clumsily stumbled backwards, tripping over her robe. Her copy approached.

"You are weak and always have been weak. Now is the end." Her copy brought her blade up for a dramatic kill and brought the blade whistling down. Tranquillity rolled to the side just in time and the blade missed, burying itself in the ground. Instantly Tranquillity was up, one hand on her opponent’s blade keeping it down, the other on a knife which protruded from her copies neck. She jerked the blade out and dropped it on the ground as her copy began to fade away, then picked up her copies blade examining it. "I can definitely see this working" she said as she held up her blade for comparison. "It might be nice to have two bl... damn." The blade began to disintegrate in her hand. She headed over to join the others.

Red Un
Someone dressed in black robes was coming down from the mountain. He waved his hands and shouted angrily.

"No! You can't come... this is unthinkable!"

Artios
Artios looked into his copy's eyes. None moved. After a few seconds, Artios got another one of his headaches. "Gah, not now! It cannot happen now!" Artios thought. He held his hand on his forehead, but tried to look at what his copy would do. He noticed that his copy did not have one of these headaches. "Does this mean that the reason as for why I get those headaches does not lie within my body nor soul? Or is it a curse? Or perhaps my copy is not that perfect after all?"

Artios fainted, but woke up only a few seconds afterwards. Artios quickly got back up on his feet.

"So, how come you didn't kill me?" Artios asked his copy.

His copy did not answer. It was quite obvious that he didn't attack because he was certain it'd be a trap.
Artios began laughing.

"Very well. Let's see what you'd do if you'd lose your sanity." Artios said and stretched his hand up in the air.

Artios copy suddenly got furious. And charged at Artios with great anger. He was under the effects of a berserk curse.

Artios quickly set up a magical wall around him, knowing that he could not break one easily himself.

Artios’ copy slashed with his sword at the wall and tried to cast many death spells, and elemental spells. But none harmed Artios.

Artios’ copy ran out of both energy and mana and could merely slash at Artios no longer. Artios let go of his magical force. "Well, it seems that I'll be the one to reap your soul. Unfortunately, I was weak. It's sad to know that it was this easy to defeat myself."

Artios’ copy was totally out of energy. But yet he tried to slash at Artios. But Artios had no problem blocking his copys weak attacks. Artios decided to make this short and pushed his copy away with a magic force. Then, Artios began chanting. And a Dark Sword appeared in front of Artios.

Artios took this sword and threw it at his copy with an intense force. The Sword exploded on impact creating a great dark explosion and shrouding Artios' copy in a dark mist. Once the mist was gone, Artios copys body was nowhere to be seen.

"So, you've all already killed your copy?" Artios said when he saw that almost all the other copies were dead.

Artios then noticed the man dressed in black robes. "I guess we all now know who summoned those copies, eh?"


Red Un
"Seems so" Red Un muttered. The old bent man in black robes approached them.

"Stay away! I have powers beyond your comprehension! I...I..."

He stumbled and fell forward. Red Un went over to him and sat down by his side.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I..." the old man gasped. "I am the Leader of the Leaders, highest of the Brotherhood of the Dark Star..."

Biali
Lima was looking at other guys finish with their simulacrums when he felt a burning in his back. The darker Lima threw him a Heavy Magic Missile.

"Ah, almost forgot, you’re still alive!"

Then Lima remembered how he was almost dead when his copy threw him a Sudden Death rune.

"If I can throw you two Sudden Deaths, you will die in matter of seconds. But first let’s take care of the mana sphere shield."

He tried the thunder attack again but the copy knew the words and movements and cancelled it with an Earth shield he created around him.

"He knows every spell of mine, and I am not good in attacking hand to hand... Wait a minute, and if I create my spells? If I change a word and the movement of a finger?"

He tried the thunder spell again, but he changed the word VIS for HUR, suddenly a small tornado appeared in front of both. It didn't last long.

He kept trying until he made a beam of pure energy that hit him right into the chest, the sphere almost disappeared, then he made the same attack but now it was flames and energy at the same time. The snow melted and the trees scorched. Lima felt his hands burning. The copy was lying on the ground. Lima saw him breathing. So he made a thunder spell again, he saw his copy shaking violently, he got set in flames. Screaming.

"Here comes the last blow."

Two Sudden Death missiles flew over the muddy floor. The flaming figure stopped running and screaming. He coughed, then he fell flat on ground. He didn't move again.

"At last."

Lima picked all the bodies, then put them in a pile. Then summoned a skeleton from every single HUMAN body he found. He heard a scream of anger. He looked everywhere but then he looked back where his friends were and saw Red Un kneeled down talking to an old man.

Red Un
The old man turned his head towards the assembled adventurers.

"Half-dwarf... you don't know what... you are doing... you... you can't..."

He looked at Narudin.

"Narudin... why have you betrayed us... do what you know is right... kill... them... now!"

Narudin
A sudden rage took over Narudin as he heard the voice. He grabbed the hilts of his swords, and snarled:

"You dare tell me what to do?! You, who had led the most degenerated and evil organisation on the face of Tibia?! No, I do not know what is this "Right" You speak of! I had slaved for You for two decades, under the power of the bloody geas which had been put on me, powerless to disobey Your commands! The End Justifies the Means?! I cannot imagine any End which justifies such Means! But I had broken free..."

The shadowdancer stopped, calmness returning to his face and control to his voice. His hands still rested on the pommels of his swords, yet they were not shaking anymore.

"I had broken free, and You failed to destroy me. I am not like You. I am a reasonable person. I shall not kill my companions. But..." Narudin glanced at Red Un. "I vote that he gets a chance to tell us what is the thing we are doing, that we do not know of. Even if he tells us lies... You can also extract truth from them. I, for one, would gladly hear what "End" was this old man trying to achieve..."

Red Un
Red Un shifted his eyes and looked a bit nervous.

"Erm, I vote that we kill him now!"

The old man smiled evilly.

"Oh, half-dwarf... you don't want them to hear... the truth? The... fact that might... make them all abandon you... here, when you have... achieved so much?"

"Shut up!" Red Un looked a bit desperate. "Let's leave him here, he's no threat to us now."

"Well then... why not just let me say what I want to say...?"

Biali
Lima came rushing to the scene and looked at Narudin with sword in hand. And the old man in robe lying saying something inaudible to him.

Lima came closer.

"What is he talking about... who is he?"

Narudin
"He is... an old man. Who had power. Who has knowledge, or at least information"

The shadowdancer looked warily at the Grand Master before him.

"No tricks, old one. One false move and I am quite sure that not only my blades will find their mark..."

Red Un
The Leader of Leaders was still smiling.

"Of course, I wouldn't... lie to you. Especially not when... the truth is so much more... interesting. What did you tell them... half-dwarf? You wanted to go... on a noble quest to find... knowledge for all to... benefit from? Or did you... offer them money? Perhaps some of them..."

He looked at Narudin.

"...came along because they though... they could save the world... from something terrible... like a Brotherhood?"

Red Un’s initial fear turned into confusion. But he let the old man talk some more.

"You are all... wrong... the Library of Legends is a... place of great... evil...where all books... and I do mean all books... are stored. Tomes written by demons... scrolls by powerful wizards... secrets that would tear any mortal's soul apart... did you tell them of all this?"

Red Un shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, lemme see now..."

He dug out a dirty, torn and barely readable piece of paper with the word "TREASURE" written in big letters over a smaller text.

"Yeah, here it is: 'I also know that Red Un cannot be held responsible for any injuries, deaths, or horrible fates that no sane creature should know of.' I'm pretty sure that covers it."

The old man gasped in disbelief and anger.

"And they still followed you?!"

Biali


Lima was astonished.
"So we are on a treasure hunt? One with insane death involved? Let me see that paper."

ADVENTURING CONTRACT
By sig.........s contract I accept that Red Un will always hav.......t pick on any treasures (or books) that might be found under the adventure which I, by signing this contract, promises t...........I al......................cannot be held responsible for any inj.......deaths........ates that no sane creature should know of. I a..........ever back down, be heroic, brave, friendly and any other th.......Red Un....in the future.


"What the? Why is so dirty and has "TREASURE" written in middle?"

Red Un
"It's a long story. Now, what're we gonna do with this guy?"

Tujex
Tujex walked up and kicked the man hard. "Just leave him, he's no threat to us now. I just wanna read one of those books he was talking about. If there's something written by demons that can make me stronger waiting just ahead... why would I chicken out and run because of this guy?" Tujex asked looking to his half-dwarf companion.

Narudin
"He is, or at least was the leader of a powerful and dark organisation, Sir Tujex" Narudin reminded. "One does not stay on such a position too long if he does not command respect from his followers. Appearances always were the Brotherhood’s greatest assets... But I do not like the idea of murdering a seemingly helpless enemy. I say we take him with us, but watch him closely!"

The shadowdancer cast the Leader of Leaders a stern gaze.

"You have told us nothing much. It was known from the beginning that the Library contains all forms of knowledge, also that, which is forbidden. These days even apprentice wizards enchant their spellbooks with some form of protection spell to prevent unwanted people from reading them, and attempting to read a book encoded by a master in the Art threatens with much more severe consequences than a migraine. If telling us about the dangers of knowledge is all that You can do, then I doubt You have any other arguments to stop us."

Narudin looked at the old man with a tired gaze.

"What is the End, which justifies the Means? I doubt I shall ever know the answer, let alone understand it" the half elf, keeping one eye on the Leader of Leaders, turned to the rest. "Has anyone a better proposition? Sir Redwick?"

Red Un
The old man sputtered and suddenly rose to his knees.

"Fools! The Library of Legends are not for mortals! The end times! The end times!"

He got on his feet and rushed at the unprepared Red Un, grasping the half-dwarf's neck.

"DIE! DIEEEEE!"

Red Un slowly gripped the old mans fingers and bent them backwards one by one. Each time there was a disturbing snapping, and a scream of pain. The very skies seemed to darken as the last Brother of the Brotherhood summoned up all his power.

Shadowy ghosts danced before Red's eyes, and it felt as if a thousand nails were inserted into his head.

Thunder was heard and the ground around the two men were split by lightning bolts from the skies.

But Red Un held it back. He had seen many horrible things, he had lost loved friends and honoured enemies, he had fought against powerful magic, and, his dwarven side added, he had wasted gold, beer and what little beard he had managed to grow in countless of instances to get here. Whatever the old man threw at him, he could take it.

There would be no End to justify all the Brotherhood's Means.

There was a final disgusting snap of a neck breaking, and then there was silence. As the momentary night turned back to day, a half-dwarf stood over the corpse of and old man. The half-dwarf shuffled around in his pockets, and found a key from a far-away desert.

"Right, whaddya say we find that darn Library?"

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