Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 348==  

Well, while Jason was out, a certain sun priest bursts into our room with guards, points at us dramatically and yells “Terrans!”  If we had Avery with us, we'd have fought back, but none of us want to deal with the long term effects of musket wounds, plus we have a baby with us.  So we have been taken prisoner.  We were taken through the city to another area that more or less had the same facilities as the last room, just with bars on the door.  They sorted through our gear and ran off with our tech and then the questioning began.  They brought in a psion interrogator, an elf.  I volunteered first.  He didn't expect it.  He was trained to go through memories, carefully, like pages of a book while I was trained to mindrape and dominate.  He started asking questions while starting his subtle mental penetration.  He wanted to know how long we'd been here, what we had been doing, what technologies we had given out and so on.  Instead, I grabbed him like a ragdoll and made him tell me everything without saying a word.  This city was founded 800 years ago by Terrans and a local tribe of desert elves that worshiped the sun, but not the sungod.  They believed that the Terrans came from the sun and worshiped them as well.  They used their loyal population to start building this city.  From what I gather, they were trying to make this the center of learning and keep it isolated enough to stay out of the wars.  We may be looking at the future of Aeyllin here.  The locals are descendents of Terrans, the tribals and adventurers that made the journey here.  When the last of the Terrans died, the influx of new ideas stopped dead and things stagnated until 400 years ago when some of that batch of Terrans made their way here to found a new sun church and try and bring the city out of its isolation.  The locals still worshiped the sun and had no problem converting, but realized that these people were like their founders.  Their knowledge was taken from them by force and they were used as breeding stock.  Two hundred years ago, another group showed up and were immediately picked up by Parisian spies before they could make an impression on the world and followed the same fate as the others.  They're planning on doing the same with us.  Around the time the guards were starting to get suspicious, their necks exploded in a shower of blood.  Jason had managed to find us and intercepted our stolen goods.  I erased the interrogator's mind and we did a jail break.  We're currently holed up in some guys apartment.  I convinced him that we're relatives.  He's incapable of acting against us right now.  We're currently working out what we're going to do next.