Innverse Stats

Name	Text
[Innkeeper]	The hour was coming, and they were still all moving towards their destination. Ships. People. Gods. Soldiers. The living and the dead, and the [Innkeeper] was counting, now, like a woman whispering numbers in a dark, swaying room, waiting for the door to open and a kind of reality to rush in.
Erin Solstice	Let any person be so honored as to be that person. Let them all be terrified of that moment. But the calculus was exacting; Erin Solstice had the eye of dead gods. Her inn was a locus of Izril.
Izril	Let any person be so honored as to be that person. Let them all be terrified of that moment. But the calculus was exacting; Erin Solstice had the eye of dead gods. Her inn was a locus of Izril.
[Numerologist]	That was the strange arithmetic that was being calculated across the abacus at this moment. A delicate finger jerked forwards—stopped. The control wasn’t perfect. So the man who had been known as the [Numerologist] his base class, then a [Patternlord of Graven Icons], one of the five Traders of Roshal who had been saved from the purge of the deadlands, grimaced a moment.
[Patternlord of Graven Icons]	That was the strange arithmetic that was being calculated across the abacus at this moment. A delicate finger jerked forwards—stopped. The control wasn’t perfect. So the man who had been known as the [Numerologist] his base class, then a [Patternlord of Graven Icons], one of the five Traders of Roshal who had been saved from the purge of the deadlands, grimaced a moment.
Roshal	That was the strange arithmetic that was being calculated across the abacus at this moment. A delicate finger jerked forwards—stopped. The control wasn’t perfect. So the man who had been known as the [Numerologist] his base class, then a [Patternlord of Graven Icons], one of the five Traders of Roshal who had been saved from the purge of the deadlands, grimaced a moment.
Erin Solstice	“Erin Solstice. Her last name doesn’t even need a value; look at it. What beautiful symmetry. Her name…Erin. 5-18-9-14. Hmm. How I wish I knew her birthdate.”
Erin Solstice	“Erin Solstice. Her last name doesn’t even need a value; look at it. What beautiful symmetry. Her name…Erin. 5-18-9-14. Hmm. How I wish I knew her birthdate.”
Erin Solstice	He was writing, writing down numbers and compiling a sheet of ‘facts’ about Erin as a number of other people watched him. Thatalocian was unto a kind of myth to the current [Slave Lords] and men and women here.
[Slave Lord]	He was writing, writing down numbers and compiling a sheet of ‘facts’ about Erin as a number of other people watched him. Thatalocian was unto a kind of myth to the current [Slave Lords] and men and women here.
Roshal	He was a ghost of ages past. A bearer of calamitous news, but hope. Hope, yes! There was irony in it, but Roshal lived on hope. You could not have despair without.
Roshal	Thatalocian was not liked by all, of course. His other ghostly comrades paid less attention to his numbering of the world; they believed it mighty strange and ineffectual to the powers they commanded. And of course, the living legend who defined Roshal hated Thatalocian.
Yazdil Achakhei	Emir Yazdil listened, though. He always listened to his enemies. And while he had a particular disdain for numerology, a kind of weird nonsense where you abstracted the world down to numbers—he had to admit, it had a power he didn’t like.
[A Sound Reasoning]	“A quick calculation now. [A Sound Reasoning]. An addition of numbers. [A Missing Entry, Filled]. And we derive answers. Of course, she of the three-in-one cannot be easily approximated, even with a thousand numbers. But Erin Solstice is her metered foe. So her number reveals. Erin Solstice matters, and so I count the simplest of my art. Six. Then…19-21-13…”
[A Missing Entry, Filled]	“A quick calculation now. [A Sound Reasoning]. An addition of numbers. [A Missing Entry, Filled]. And we derive answers. Of course, she of the three-in-one cannot be easily approximated, even with a thousand numbers. But Erin Solstice is her metered foe. So her number reveals. Erin Solstice matters, and so I count the simplest of my art. Six. Then…19-21-13…”
Erin Solstice	“A quick calculation now. [A Sound Reasoning]. An addition of numbers. [A Missing Entry, Filled]. And we derive answers. Of course, she of the three-in-one cannot be easily approximated, even with a thousand numbers. But Erin Solstice is her metered foe. So her number reveals. Erin Solstice matters, and so I count the simplest of my art. Six. Then…19-21-13…”
Erin Solstice	“A quick calculation now. [A Sound Reasoning]. An addition of numbers. [A Missing Entry, Filled]. And we derive answers. Of course, she of the three-in-one cannot be easily approximated, even with a thousand numbers. But Erin Solstice is her metered foe. So her number reveals. Erin Solstice matters, and so I count the simplest of my art. Six. Then…19-21-13…”
Yazdil Achakhei	Numerology. Yazdil understood from his—sources—that it was a practice on Earth, and there were precedents, but the actual usage of it was a long-dead thing. However, Thatalocian had been born in eras where it had gained sway for whatever reason or another and been one of the greatest users of it.
Yazdil Achakhei	His exact level? Unknown. Yazdil assumed it was over Level 50. Every one of the five ghosts was at least Level 40.
Yazdil Achakhei	They were competitors. Large fish who had entered the pond that Yazdil had mostly tamed. They swam arrogantly from the past, and for a while, they had been valuable as sources of information, even if that information was frankly unbelievable.
[Slaver]	The problem was that the other [Slavers], by and large, were worshiping the old ghosts in amazingly sycophantic ways. Not one had thought to chain ghosts like one did everything else. By the time Yazdil had arrived, it had been too late.
Yazdil Achakhei	The problem was that the other [Slavers], by and large, were worshiping the old ghosts in amazingly sycophantic ways. Not one had thought to chain ghosts like one did everything else. By the time Yazdil had arrived, it had been too late.
[Slaver]	Why not imprison a ghost rather than treat one like a superior? But then. These were former [Slavers]. Unto royalty.
Yazdil Achakhei	The Naga’s scales twisted as he, in his serpentine form, sipped from a drink and watched. The other four ghosts were waiting for someone to transcribe the [Messages]. One of the five was tapping her foot. Tapping and tapping, an obnoxious, staccato rhythm.
[Message]	The Naga’s scales twisted as he, in his serpentine form, sipped from a drink and watched. The other four ghosts were waiting for someone to transcribe the [Messages]. One of the five was tapping her foot. Tapping and tapping, an obnoxious, staccato rhythm.

[Innkeeper]

The hour was coming, and they were still all moving towards their destination. Ships. People. Gods. Soldiers. The living and the dead, and the [Innkeeper] was counting, now, like a woman whispering numbers in a dark, swaying room, waiting for the door to open and a kind of reality to rush in.

Erin Solstice

Let any person be so honored as to be that person. Let them all be terrified of that moment. But the calculus was exacting; Erin Solstice had the eye of dead gods. Her inn was a locus of Izril.

Izril

Let any person be so honored as to be that person. Let them all be terrified of that moment. But the calculus was exacting; Erin Solstice had the eye of dead gods. Her inn was a locus of Izril.

[Numerologist]

That was the strange arithmetic that was being calculated across the abacus at this moment. A delicate finger jerked forwards—stopped. The control wasn’t perfect. So the man who had been known as the [Numerologist] his base class, then a [Patternlord of Graven Icons], one of the five Traders of Roshal who had been saved from the purge of the deadlands, grimaced a moment.

[Patternlord of Graven Icons]

That was the strange arithmetic that was being calculated across the abacus at this moment. A delicate finger jerked forwards—stopped. The control wasn’t perfect. So the man who had been known as the [Numerologist] his base class, then a [Patternlord of Graven Icons], one of the five Traders of Roshal who had been saved from the purge of the deadlands, grimaced a moment.

Roshal

That was the strange arithmetic that was being calculated across the abacus at this moment. A delicate finger jerked forwards—stopped. The control wasn’t perfect. So the man who had been known as the [Numerologist] his base class, then a [Patternlord of Graven Icons], one of the five Traders of Roshal who had been saved from the purge of the deadlands, grimaced a moment.

Erin Solstice

“Erin Solstice. Her last name doesn’t even need a value; look at it. What beautiful symmetry. Her name…Erin. 5-18-9-14. Hmm. How I wish I knew her birthdate.”

Erin Solstice

“Erin Solstice. Her last name doesn’t even need a value; look at it. What beautiful symmetry. Her name…Erin. 5-18-9-14. Hmm. How I wish I knew her birthdate.”

Erin Solstice

He was writing, writing down numbers and compiling a sheet of ‘facts’ about Erin as a number of other people watched him. Thatalocian was unto a kind of myth to the current [Slave Lords] and men and women here.

[Slave Lord]

He was writing, writing down numbers and compiling a sheet of ‘facts’ about Erin as a number of other people watched him. Thatalocian was unto a kind of myth to the current [Slave Lords] and men and women here.

Roshal

He was a ghost of ages past. A bearer of calamitous news, but hope. Hope, yes! There was irony in it, but Roshal lived on hope. You could not have despair without.

Roshal

Thatalocian was not liked by all, of course. His other ghostly comrades paid less attention to his numbering of the world; they believed it mighty strange and ineffectual to the powers they commanded. And of course, the living legend who defined Roshal hated Thatalocian.

Yazdil Achakhei

Emir Yazdil listened, though. He always listened to his enemies. And while he had a particular disdain for numerology, a kind of weird nonsense where you abstracted the world down to numbers—he had to admit, it had a power he didn’t like.

[A Sound Reasoning]

“A quick calculation now. [A Sound Reasoning]. An addition of numbers. [A Missing Entry, Filled]. And we derive answers. Of course, she of the three-in-one cannot be easily approximated, even with a thousand numbers. But Erin Solstice is her metered foe. So her number reveals. Erin Solstice matters, and so I count the simplest of my art. Six. Then…19-21-13…”

[A Missing Entry, Filled]

“A quick calculation now. [A Sound Reasoning]. An addition of numbers. [A Missing Entry, Filled]. And we derive answers. Of course, she of the three-in-one cannot be easily approximated, even with a thousand numbers. But Erin Solstice is her metered foe. So her number reveals. Erin Solstice matters, and so I count the simplest of my art. Six. Then…19-21-13…”

Erin Solstice

“A quick calculation now. [A Sound Reasoning]. An addition of numbers. [A Missing Entry, Filled]. And we derive answers. Of course, she of the three-in-one cannot be easily approximated, even with a thousand numbers. But Erin Solstice is her metered foe. So her number reveals. Erin Solstice matters, and so I count the simplest of my art. Six. Then…19-21-13…”

Erin Solstice

“A quick calculation now. [A Sound Reasoning]. An addition of numbers. [A Missing Entry, Filled]. And we derive answers. Of course, she of the three-in-one cannot be easily approximated, even with a thousand numbers. But Erin Solstice is her metered foe. So her number reveals. Erin Solstice matters, and so I count the simplest of my art. Six. Then…19-21-13…”

Yazdil Achakhei

Numerology. Yazdil understood from his—sources—that it was a practice on Earth, and there were precedents, but the actual usage of it was a long-dead thing. However, Thatalocian had been born in eras where it had gained sway for whatever reason or another and been one of the greatest users of it.

Yazdil Achakhei

His exact level? Unknown. Yazdil assumed it was over Level 50. Every one of the five ghosts was at least Level 40.

Yazdil Achakhei

They were competitors. Large fish who had entered the pond that Yazdil had mostly tamed. They swam arrogantly from the past, and for a while, they had been valuable as sources of information, even if that information was frankly unbelievable.

[Slaver]

The problem was that the other [Slavers], by and large, were worshiping the old ghosts in amazingly sycophantic ways. Not one had thought to chain ghosts like one did everything else. By the time Yazdil had arrived, it had been too late.

Yazdil Achakhei

The problem was that the other [Slavers], by and large, were worshiping the old ghosts in amazingly sycophantic ways. Not one had thought to chain ghosts like one did everything else. By the time Yazdil had arrived, it had been too late.

[Slaver]

Why not imprison a ghost rather than treat one like a superior? But then. These were former [Slavers]. Unto royalty.

Yazdil Achakhei

The Naga’s scales twisted as he, in his serpentine form, sipped from a drink and watched. The other four ghosts were waiting for someone to transcribe the [Messages]. One of the five was tapping her foot. Tapping and tapping, an obnoxious, staccato rhythm.

[Message]

The Naga’s scales twisted as he, in his serpentine form, sipped from a drink and watched. The other four ghosts were waiting for someone to transcribe the [Messages]. One of the five was tapping her foot. Tapping and tapping, an obnoxious, staccato rhythm.

Chapter 9.63

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