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Teleporting for sure.  Maybe we'll even get there before word gets there that we're coming. 

In Terminus, the cosmopolitan and busy end-point for the lightning rail line that comes to Sharn, the rest of the party waits patiently for Orand to return from his research and for their number to be called. The Orien Enclave in Terminus is massive, the heavy stone trunk on which other structures of Middle and Upper Tavick's Landing are built. The old-style architecture is forboding but the busy noises in the hall and around the lightning rail platforms lightens the atmosphere a bit.

The Portal Waiting Room is built on one of the upper levels with a set of narrow windows looking out onto the streets below and across from the building while a set of much larger windows looks onto the lightning rail platform with its seething tide of people. After Orand arrives, it is another hour before the party is admitted. The couches around the room feature a changing cast as one group after another head through the door into the portal room and more groups enter to take their place.

"Seventy five!" the bespectacled clerk calls from the window, looking around, "Seventy five!" The group of scholars heads forward with their embossed chip and hands it over. "Five for transport to Fairhaven," he says looking over the entry the party listed earlier. He reads off the group's names with surprising skill, even on the foreign ones. "All here? Good. That will be fifty dragons each. Do you require the services of one of our casters or are you providing your own?"

How about it? Also, real names or fake? 

I think that would fall to Eegen and he hasn't mentioned buying the Linked Portal ritual (and he's a little tipsy) so I think we're going with rent-a-caster. 50 gp each, please.

The clerk collects the fares and motions them through the door to the portal room. This chamber, the outgoing portal room, is circular with a large rounded circle of runes in the center. Two lanky men with fine rapiers at their hips and Orien seals on their chest stand by the door chatting amiably but looking ready still. A sandy-haired man in the center with arcanist's robes and a large timepiece hanging from his neck looks anything but amiable. "Step inside the circle, please," he says in the tired tone of someone awake for too long. "Five traveling to Fairhaven?" As he counts up the party with half his attention, he leans with practiced ease on a large panel in the wall. As it depresses, a dozen of the runes in the circle flip and rotate like a complicated lock until the pattern is slightly shifted from when the party entered the room. The Orien caster fumbles at his chains and grabs a glass monacle which he squints into for a minute while the party assembles.
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The teleportation circle is designed to easily change the series of runes. This way they can let outside casters use the portal circle, showing them the destination runes, without them being able to use Orien's network as they please afterwards. The monacle must show the caster the new combination on the other end after the Fairhaven caster has done the same there. Clever stuff, though the other monacles on the caster's neck mean that each is only tied to one portal circle.

"Ready?" he says, but doesn't wait for an answer, "Have a nice trip!" The man's face blurs and he disappears, leaving just the stone wall behind him. For a second it seems as though the spell didn't work, or at least operated in reverse and sent the Orien caster to Fairhaven, when a friendly voice greats the party from behind.

"Welcome to Fairhaven, City of Lights!" Another Orien caster, this one older and with greying dark hair, is smiling at the group from a door flanked by similar but different rapier-weilding swordsmen. "Coming from Sharn? Very exciting! You can find your way to the waiting room through this door and help yourself to the complimentary water and and sweet-roll if you feel the need. Some feel nauseated but it's nothing to be ashamed of!"

Filing out into the waiting room, very different from the one in Sharn and without a single window, the party finds he is right. Their are only a trio of gnomes sitting on a couch and the party has a moment to rest, refresh, and plan their next move.

Your options for the next move include going to the University to find professor Ash'tek, heading for the nearby neighborhoods of Wayside or Escape to load up on adventuring supplies, hang around a public area like Chalice Center (which you're currently in), Avalier (seedy red-light district), or Olladra's Gate (taverns galore) to pick up the latest news, or anywhere else you'd like to head in Fairhaven.

As they rematerialize in Fairhaven there is a two second pause, then from the direction of the half-giant comes a titanic "BLLAAARGH!!!" as Vul expells the contents of his stomach in a powerful display of diaphram muscularity.  Having managed to miss the others (mostly) he stands unsteadily, his greyish skin taking on a somewhat greenish hue.  He manages to rasp out a few apologizes before nausea forces him to remain quiet and relatively still.

At the mention of a sweet roll he blanches and has to hold back his gorge.  Teleportation, it seems, does not agree with the big monk.

Looking harrowed by the instantaneous journey, Vul follows the others out of the Orien facility on unsteady feet.  It will take him a bit to recover.

Bosk waited a moment for his head to stop spinning from the teleportation, feeling vaguely lucky to have been standing behind Vul and not in front of him.  When the teleport vertigo leaves him, he speaks up.  "If we're going to be trekking cross country after this, perhaps it would be quicker if some of us went to see Ash'Tek and some gathered supplies for the road.  What do you say?"

MJ, on my sheet, I had bought a few things for travel, namely a Restful Bedroll, Eternal Chalk, Riding Horse, Floating Lantern and Instant Campsite.  Obviously I didn't bring all of that with me through the portal, so would it be okay if we just said Bosk gets those things when we go for supplies?