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[Ta'Illistim, Hanging Gardens]
Although the floating platform is suspended well above the ground below, it overflows with abundant plant life. The edges of the dais are brimming with delicate white queen's lace, dark lavender, fragrant rosemary and a variety of other colorful flora. Thick grass underfoot provides an enticingly peaceful resting spot. A thin silk canopy is rolled back to permit an unobstructed view of the starry night sky. You also see a cowled dark-robed man, a languid deep black wolf, a forest tiger, the purple Linoge disk, a sand leopard, a snapdragon stalk, a falcon feather, a glaesine arch, a richly finished wooden bench with some stuff on it and a large faenor-chased barrel.
Also here: Jurporia, Lord Vulterith, Droit, Great Lord Linoge, Kittarynh, Riens, Veltan who is sitting, Lady Karly who is sitting, Chalandrah who is sitting, Ces who is kneeling, Mirelicia who is kneeling
Speaking in Guildspeak, Vulterith asks, "Have you heard of the recent happenings in these parts?"
A cowled dark-robed man quietly arrives, looking around slightly.
--At first I did not notice this man, nor did anyone else seem to pay attention to it at the dais, might have been due to some illusion reps I was helping with =)--
Speaking in Guildspeak, you say, "Only a little."
A cowled dark-robed man mutters to himself.
A cowled dark-robed man just went out.
--This is where I started to take notice--
You give your eyebrow a little workout.
Speaking in Guildspeak, you say, "That man."
You peer out and see ...
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court]
The northern corner of the court is relatively quiet, the low hum of conversation punctuated only by the occasional bursts of laughter emanating from the nearby dais. A row of monir trees delineates the curvature of the cobblestoned lane, their leafy boughs creating a peaceful resting spot. You also see a cowled dark-robed man, a wooden barrel and a floating dais.
Obvious paths: southeast, southwest
Speaking in Guildspeak, you say, "That was odd, a cowled-dark robed old man
Speaking in Guildspeak, Vulterith says, "I saw him, too."
You instruct your deep black wolf to move . . .
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court]
Townsfolk meander into and out of the city's weaponry shop, carrying fat purses on the way in and large packages on the way out. Three of the city guardsmen stand near the establishment's door, keeping a watchful eye on the comings and goings. You also see a cowled dark-robed man.
Obvious paths: southeast, northwest
You ponder.
Speaking in Guildspeak, Vulterith asks, "Did you experience any... Unusual effects, this evening?"
Speaking in Guildspeak, you say, "No I was resting until very recently."
Speaking in Guildspeak, you say, "One moment."
[Ta'Illistim, Shimmarglin Court]
Townsfolk meander into and out of the city's weaponry shop, carrying fat purses on the way in and large packages on the way out. Three of the city guardsmen stand near the establishment's door, keeping a watchful eye on the comings and goings. You also see a languid deep black wolf and a cowled dark-robed man.
Obvious paths: southeast, northwest
>l man
Mostly hidden in the folds of his robe, you can see faint features every now and again that paint him as an elf of Faendryl lineage. Between the shadows, dark golden eyes occasionally flash through, while the tips of the steel grey hair that hang low over his face only serve to cloak his face in further shadow. He holds a pale sephwir staff in one hand, while his robes are absolutely cluttered with bags and pouches. Nevertheless, he carries himself with an air of nearly royal dignity and elegance.
You glance at a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Good. I had thought an aishan would've brought its master here, eventually."
Speaking in Guildspeak, you say, "You caught my attetion.
You focus your mind on Vulterith and think: "that man is of interest to us"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I am looking for several sorcerers who are likely involved in an incident which occurred the other night."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "The results of which we are beginning to feel today."
You say, "I have heard a few names of that event, but nothing more."
You focus your mind on Auriia and think: "someone is looking for you"
You focus your mind on Auriia and think: "about the events of the other night"
A cowled dark-robed man narrows his eyes for a moment.
You focus your mind on Mekthros and think: "a man is looking for you, you just passed him"
You say, "I believe one just walked by here."
You focus your mind on Mekthros and think: "outside the weaponshop"
Mekthros just arrived.
Mekthros asks, "Eh?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I see."
Mekthros cocks his head at you.
You point at a cowled dark-robed man.
Mekthros glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
Mekthros asks, "Friend of yours?"
A cowled dark-robed man glances over at Mekthros.
You say, "He is looking for someone present at last night events, and I heard mention of you being there."
Mekthros says, "Did you? That depends on who's asking, I suppose."
You say, "I just hear things, but more then that I don't know."
You shrug.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I'm someone whose good side you'll want to stay on. Trust me."
A cowled dark-robed man smirks.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "But I need more practitioners of the Art."
You focus your mind on Vulterith and think: "outside the weapon shop if you wish to join, that robed man is related to these strange events"
Mekthros says, "To what end."
Vulterith gazes in amazement at a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Including those who may have had witness to the incident which you were supposedly privy to."
Mekthros says, "I see."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "An announcement. It is not safe to discuss such things in this place."
Deep in thought, Vulterith laces his fingers before him.
You ask, "To where is it safe?"
Mekthros asks, "Very well. Have you an alternative location?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "The royal mages of the Illistim are like birds. They are everywhere, and concordantly, leave their refuse everywhere, as well."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "You know where we must speak."
Mekthros nods.
You nod.
Vulterith nods.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Beyond the pillars."
Mekthros shakes the dust off his hooded leather cloak.
You say, "Very well."
Vulterith touches the hood of his spidersilk cloak, arranging its folds around his face.
Vulterith adopts an agreeable expression.
Mekthros says, "Very well. This had better be worth my time."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Meet me there in one hour. Gather as many of your brethren as you are able."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Vulterith says, "Indeed."
Speaking to a languid deep black wolf, you say, "If only you were a shien to aid."
You smirk at a languid deep black wolf!
Vulterith nods to the dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man nods slightly, then disappears with a swish of his robes.
Mekthros glances around the area.
>think the bonewalk is of note to those of the art, you should make yourself there
--These few thoughts will be in command form, as my thought window is not set to log apparently--
Mekthros says, "Too many dark figures entreating of late."
Vulterith grins slowly.
Mekthros says, "Aggravating."
>think ...one should take better note of their own guild
--After some didn't know where the bonewalk was--
Mekthros says, "I'll meet you there in one hour."
Mekthros says, "And..."
Mekthros says, "You may as well gather others."
You say, "Two have answered."
Mekthros says, "I can see this is going to be distressingly crowded."
Vulterith says, "Yes, I will find as many as I can."
Vulterith says, "There were several at the dais."
Vulterith says, "I do know know these parts so well, however."
Vulterith glances around the area.
Vulterith looks around, a disdained expression on his face.
You say, "I shall pick an ale up then, I feel I will need it."
You laugh at yourself.
Mekthros nods.
Vulterith grins slowly.
Mekthros says, "Lovely."
Vulterith says, "Tea for me."
(Mekthros rubs his temples for a moment.)
Vulterith says, "Assuming I can find some that they make decent here."
With a serene smile, you lace your fingers together in quiet repose.
You say, "I wouldn't know I don't go for tea usually."
Mekthros mutters something about sorcerers.
Mekthros rubs his bloodjewel amulet.
Mekthros suddenly disappears.
You say, "Well i'll see who I can gather."
You bow.
--That is where that encounter ended, after this an hour or so did pass and there was much gathering at the guild by sorcerers and speculation and other stuff happening, I?ll leave that out as it is not related that much. what follows is the where the man arrives again--
You say, "Since we like names, I am Hakwea Kumlar Faendryl, hero of zul'logoth, slayer of the black temple, and whatever else you may have heard."
A cowled dark-robed man quietly arrives.
Evarin glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
You say, "There he is."
Querthose glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
You say, "The annoucments were made and many have came."
[Sorcerer Guild, Chamber]
Cavernous, high walls surround you, arcing upwards into darkness. Lurid crimson torchlight ripples across the slightly damp stone walls, casting a dark scarlet sheen across the surroundings. Several well-polished tunnels lead away from the central chamber, and dark velvet rugs flanked by intricate iron candelabras trail in their wake. A complex, circular design of sigils loop and arc across the center of the room, their intricacy rather weathered by the passage of time. You also see a cowled dark-robed man, the Shalla disk and a hazy grey shadowling.
Also here: Lord Syberus, Lord Kastrel, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Nindon, Nehari, Evarin, Lord Vulterith
Obvious exits: north, east, south, west, up
Kastrel nods to a cowled dark-robed man in greeting.
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Vulterith ponders.
A cowled dark-robed man asks, "Good. Are the ones who were witness to the incident here?"
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "I will gather the others."
Vulterith nods to a cowled dark-robed man in greeting.
Speaking hesitantly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "Perhaps."
Mekthros shakes the dust off his hooded leather cloak.
Speaking in Guildspeak, Vulterith says, "Some."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Vulterith says, "Some are by the coffin."
You say, "Most of them I believe."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Then lead me to them."
Syberus nods to the dark-robed man.
Speaking hesitantly in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Querthose asks, "What do you want with them?"
Vulterith glances at a cowled dark-robed man with a forlorn expression on his face.
Kastrel softly says, "She is coming."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Very well."
Evarin nods.
A cowled dark-robed man just went south.
You point at a circular ivory building.
You say, "In there."
[Sorcerer Guild, Laboratory]
A large ebon coffin sits atop an altar of yellowed bone, its slick surface awash in the light of hundreds and hundreds of thin pillar candles that surround it on every side. Lustrous steel tables are placed throughout the room, a variety of potions, chalks, powders, and various empty bits of glassware set atop them. Dark stains ring the floor, mingling with the charred rings that also vie for space in the small chamber. You also see the Shalla disk, a cowled dark-robed man, a vaporous slate blue darkling and a robed figure.
Also here: Auriia, Riens, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Lord Syberus, Evarin, Lord Kastrel, Nehari, Lord Vulterith, Nindon, Mekthros
Obvious exits: out
Speaking hesitantly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "Yes, just lead him straight to our bretheren."
Querthose stares off into space.
Speaking darkly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "Brilliant idea."
You say, "If they did nothing wrong they have nothing to fear."
Auriia gazes in amazement at a cowled dark-robed man.
Speaking darkly in Guildspeak to you, Querthose says, "Yes, that's precisely how the world works."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Do shut up. Had I wanted to kill you, I'd have caused the stone chamber to fall in on you when I called you here."
You smirk.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I am a representative of the Councils of Magic."
Vulterith grins slowly.
Vulterith's jaw drops.
Querthose smiles thinly at the man
You reach out and touch your open hand sigil.
Kastrel turns an inquisitive ear towards a cowled dark-robed man.
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin asks, "Come alone, did you?"
With a serene smile, you lace your fingers together in quiet repose.
Evarin glances around the room.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Obviously, something has happened here that has caused us great concern."
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I seek an explaination, first. Hence my call for witnesses."
* Xtopolopoketal just bit the dust!
Syberus glances at Auriia.
Auriia nods to Syberus.
Vulterith says, "I met the one, but was not present for that evening."
Auriia sighs.
Vulterith's eyes darken as he leans softly against his tapered faewood runestaff.
Querthose frowns.
Auriia bows to a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man glances over at the coffin and some of the floor, muttering to himself.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "I was present."
Querthose stares at Evarin.
Mekthros says, "The human seems more or less totally inept, but she'll explain regardless."
Mekthros points at Auriia.
Evarin touches one finger to his lips.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I see. So. Tell me what occurred, from your point of view."
Evarin nods to Querthose.
Evarin glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
Auriia shifts her eyes to Mekthros.
Grinning arrogantly, you lace your fingers together and square your shoulders in righteous indignation.
Lacing his fingers together, Vulterith's body stiffens as he listens quietly.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "We met a man and went for a walk."
Querthose looks thoughtfully at Auriia.
Nehari raises an eyebrow.
Syberus says, "Talk about boiling it down."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "What answers might you seek...since I am fresh out of the volunteering."
Auriia nods to Syberus.
A cowled dark-robed man asks, "...is that all?"
Mekthros says, "That had better not be the end of the explanation."
Syberus chuckles.
Querthose smirks.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Quite frankly, it's in your best interest to be forthcoming."
Vulterith snickers.
Auriia shifts her eyes to Mekthros.
Evarin rubs his black mica amulet.
Evarin suddenly disappears.
Mekthros glances at Auriia.
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
You grin.
Syberus says, "He was searching for someone."
Syberus nods to the dark-robed man.
You say, "We could force it."
Mekthros says, "Move it along. We don't have all night. Or let Syberus take over."
Vulterith grins slowly.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Because right now, I've only whispers of a fugitive, and you and your friends are the only one to be named as an associate of him."
Nehari shifts her eyes to Auriia.
Speaking softly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "Perhaps you could provide some information first."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "I am sure it is, but you see, the events that led up to last night..well they are very different."
Speaking softly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "Starting with a promise to protect anyone who may have..unwittingly done something wrong."
Syberus says, "A wonderful idea."
Syberus nods to Querthose.
Querthose removes a dark emerald ritual staff with a sinuous golden-eyed viper wrapped around it from in his scaled ritual robe.
Mekthros says, "Deception is running high lately."
Mekthros glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Vulterith says, "This man, Vellinos, showed up outside Wehnimer's Landing, requesting to be lead to the guild in those parts. He wished to see the roster there, and said he was looking for someone dead."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "If I have done wrong, was an honest mistake and not all of my own doing."
Querthose stares at Vulterith.
Querthose mutters fool.
Shalla ponders.
A pained expression crosses Syberus's face.
Vulterith shifts his eyes to Querthose.
Auriia shifts her eyes to Vulterith.
Vulterith glances around, looking a bit less confident.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I told you who I am. If you would rather I take suspected allies of Vellinos to the Council of Sorcerous Magic in chains, to be beaten until they bleat their answers, then I will, indeed, have to do that."
You mutter factions.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Vulterith says, "He had an eyepatch, a magical device of some sort."
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man glances over at Vulterith for a moment.
Querthose frowns.
Querthose gazes heavenward.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Vulterith says, "It seemed to leak... Essence."
Syberus says, "He said it helped him search for things."
Syberus shrugs.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Vulterith says, "Apparently he'd found some hint there of what he was searching, for he left soon after."
Vulterith agrees with Syberus.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "I have been used enough for one night, if ye wish my answers..ye answer the questions we have...the ones involved."
Speaking quickly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "They summoned the spirit of the Necromancer who lies here dead. I find it amazing you don't know what has transpired right under your nose."
Mekthros leans against his dark illthorn runestaff, gazing thoughtfully at his surroundings.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Yes. The Eye of Tar'Gothe. It is him, then. Thank you for confirming it."
Nehari gazes thoughtfully at the ebon coffin.
Vulterith nods to the dark-robed man.
Kastrel ponders.
You ask, "And you called others fools for leaking information?"
You shift your eyes to Querthose.
Speaking quickly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "I'd rather not see any of them in chains."
You chuckle to yourself.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Vulterith asks, "Has he... Damaged or altered the flows?"
Speaking in Guildspeak, the voice of Evarin asks, "Why?"
Speaking thoughtfully in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "Well, most of them."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Vulterith says, "I heard and saw strange things this afternoon."
Syberus says, "He seemed to have a great deal of knowledge that isn't exactly known to the general public if you will."
Syberus nods to the dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man narrows his eyes, then takes a seat.
The dark-robed man sits down.
Vulterith's eyes darken as he leans softly against his tapered faewood runestaff.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Be. Quiet."
Nehari cocks her head.
Auriia nods.
Auriia sits down.
Querthose smirks.
Auriia attends to her lilac satin skirt, making the skirt as presentable as possible.
Querthose leans on his staff.
Syberus scratches his chin.
You think to yourself, "disrespect for those who grant us our spells is never good"
You lean against a large ebon coffin.
Auriia turns an inquisitive ear towards a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I had thought my brethren would have an ample amount of discipline and some concern over the apparent oddities that were felt worldwide earlier."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Apparently, they can only act like terrified townspeople with pitchforks and flame."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So."
Auriia nods.
Speaking in Guildspeak, the voice of Evarin says, "Flattery will get you only so far."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Let me enlighten you about the current situation."
Lacing his fingers together, Vulterith's body stiffens as he quietly listens to a cowled dark-robed man.
Mekthros smiles faintly.
You think to yourself, "some do, though wish I was present for the events so I could relate and gain favor"
Deep in thought, Riens laces his fingers before him.
Querthose turns an inquisitive ear towards a cowled dark-robed man.
You say, "Please do."
Shalla gazes in amazement at a cowled dark-robed man.
You nod.
Syberus fidgets uneasily, a concerned look on his face.
Auriia nods to Syberus.
Auriia sighs.
Jurporia just arrived.
Shalla seems to be waiting for something.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Earlier this evening, disturbances were felt throughout the world. Earlier than that, we felt the presence of a rip in the planes. This is not entirely unusual. But this one was. The complexities of it are not worth mentioning, suffice it to say..."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It was a rip which never happened before."
Querthose glances at Auriia.
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Auriia blinks at a cowled dark-robed man.
You hear some arcane chanting.
Nehari looks lost in thought.
Vulterith furrows his brow.
Auriia asks, "Not worth it?"
Auriia blinks.
Auriia says, "Was very very unusual."
Auriia frowns.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "We also heard reports of a one-eyed stranger in various guilds from the Masters of said guilds. And Vathezir reported a vague disturbance here."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Now."
Querthose gazes heavenward.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Explain to me what Vellinos did."
Syberus says, "Well."
Querthose whispers something to Auriia.
Auriia nods to Querthose.
Auriia smiles at Querthose.
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
Auriia nods to Syberus.
You give your eyebrow a little workout.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "Syberus is better to tell the story...."
Syberus nods.
Mekthros says, "Some time before we all die of age."
Syberus turns to face a cowled dark-robed man.
Auriia says, "He had met this man before."
Nehari places her hand on her dusky lor staff.
Vulterith grins slowly.
Nehari leans on her staff.
Auriia shifts her eyes to Mekthros.
Vulterith shifts his eyes to Syberus.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "He doesn't seem to be mewling and fawning over it as you are, so I suppose I'll trust that statement."
Lacing his fingers together, Vulterith's body stiffens as he quietly listens to Syberus.
Syberus says, "The man was searching for the nameless necromancer that is in the coffin there."
Auriia glares.
Syberus points at a large ebon coffin.
Kastrel glances at a large ebon coffin.
Mekthros nods.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I see."
Syberus says, "He drew a number of symbols in the ground with chalk."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "I for one as sick of thr\e rushing and bickering and blaming...tis better left to you..."
Auriia closes her eyes for a moment.
Syberus nods to the dark-robed man.
Syberus says, "And required blood from all present."
You listen, but don't hear anything unusual.
Syberus says, "Which he then used to summon the spirit of the dead necromancer to speak with."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Ah... he's... did he? No, that's not been done for ages..."
Speaking in Guildspeak, the voice of Evarin asks, "Everyone willing gave of their blood?"
A cowled dark-robed man seems to be muttering things to himself.
Syberus nods.
Kastrel nods.
Syberus says, "We had no idea at the time."
Auriia frowns.
Syberus says, "We still don't know exactly what he was looking for."
Syberus says, "Or found."
Speaking exasperatedly in Guildspeak, the voice of Evarin says, "No idea.."
Mekthros says, "More specifically, some of us didn't particularly care."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Vulterith asks, "Done... What?"
Syberus says, "He spoke with the spirit."
Syberus nods to the dark-robed man.
Querthose appears less secure.
Syberus says, "The spirit didn't wish to disclose the information regarding whatever "it" is."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I suppose he did, then. Reaver's Call. Bloody thrice-damned Triad."
Syberus says, "But was eventually bullied into it."
Auriia blinks.
Syberus fidgets.
You grin.
Syberus says, "Once the spirit whispered to him.. whatever he told Vellinos."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia asks, "Reivers call? is that why you inquired of the plants?"
You chuckle to yourself.
Syberus says, "Vellinos banished the spirit."
Vulterith says, "Reaver, nor Reiver."
You grin at Vulterith.
Syberus says, "And said he had finally found it."
Auriia rolls her eyes.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I said reaver, child. Not Rye-iver's."
A cowled dark-robed man mutters to himself and continues to listen intently to Syberus.
Syberus says, "He said it was a type of flow magic."
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
Nehari laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Syberus says, "And that it would take a day or two for him to understand it fully."
Auriia says, "Tis not my fault we humans have a different sound to our letters."
Auriia mutters under her breath.
Syberus says, "Then he.. created that hole in the air. That rip you spoke of.. and vanished through it."
Syberus nods to the dark-robed man.
Speaking softly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "Of course, it has now been a day."
Speaking in Dark Elven, Vulterith says, "It's a wonder she ever learned to prepare a spell..."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I see."
A cowled dark-robed man asks, "And he told you not of what he planned to do?"
Speaking softly to Syberus, Kastrel asks, "Did not he do it with a knife?"
You laugh at Vulterith!
Querthose waves a hand at the dark-robed man, shooing it off.
Syberus says, "With the dagger he used to collect our blood."
Auriia looks over at Kastrel and shakes her head.
Syberus nods.
Speaking softly in Guildspeak, Querthose asks, "Would you have?"
Auriia says, "A dagger."
Kastrel nods.
Syberus says, "He didn't say much."
Syberus says, "Except."
Syberus says, "That the power would be "all his" and he started cackling..."
You hear someone laugh.
Vulterith shifts his eyes to Syberus.
Vulterith groans.
Syberus says, "At which point of course.."
Syberus coughs.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Yes. That's the usual trite thing his type would say."
Syberus says, "We realized something bad had probably happened."
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Auriia nods to Syberus.
Auriia says, "That laugh."
Auriia shudders.
Syberus says, "But he then vanished before we could find anything out."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So you and your compatriots, were, for all intents and purposes, unwilling pawns."
Syberus says, "We've spent a great portion of the day here in case he returned.."
Speaking sarcastically in Guildspeak to Syberus, Querthose says, "Better late than never for reason to set in, apparently."
Syberus says, "But we haven't seen any sign."
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
Auriia glares.
Speaking in Dark Elven, you ask, "Aww so no torture?"
Syberus says, "Well."
Auriia says, "Very much a pawn."
You sniff.
Syberus says, "Basically yes."
Speaking in Guildspeak to Syberus, Shalla asks, "He did mention something before the rip closed did he not?"
Vulterith says, "I was not present that night."
Auriia says, "Played like a flute."
Auriia mutters under her breath.
Syberus says, "We still don't know exactly what it is he was looking for."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I see. This is good for you. Partially."
Mekthros says, "The spell was sufficient to gauge his intentions."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I will expect your full cooperation in these matters, of course."
Mekthros says, "Which was the purpose of the exercise."
Syberus says, "Of course."
Vulterith nods to the dark-robed man.
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
Kastrel nods to the dark-robed man.
Speaking to Auriia, Shalla asks, "Did you hear him say "...the Triad shall be triumphant..." before closing the rip?"
A cowled dark-robed man stands up.
Auriia nods to Shalla.
Syberus says, "It was heard yes."
Syberus says, "But i don't know if it was him that said it."
Auriia says, "Was more an echoing voice."
Syberus nods.
Evarin suddenly fades into view.
Evarin frowns.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So, Reaver's Call to speak with the spirit of the man who lived in this place... we should've known when that crypt in the south was broken into..."
A cowled dark-robed man shakes his head and begins pacing, muttering to himself in apparent thought.
Syberus says, "Obviously sir if we had known..."
Speaking in Dark Elven, you ask, "So what do we do now?"
Auriia ponders.
Syberus says, "I'm not sure what we could have done to stop him, but suffice to say I for one certainly would not have helped."
Speaking softly to a cowled dark-robed man, Kastrel says, "If it is of any importance, that which he was looking for is in plain view, apparently, hidden between realms."
A cowled dark-robed man stops, and shifts his eyes towards Kastrel.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "That's... interesting."
Syberus says, "He did mention that."
Syberus nods.
A cowled dark-robed man continues his pacing.
Vulterith looks lost in thought.
Speaking hesitantly in Guildspeak, Querthose asks, "He said specifically it was hidden between realms?"
Kastrel softly says, "We spend hours searching, but found nothing."
You say, "Though what is plain view to those who can illusion."
Mekthros says, "Yes, let's complicate the situation with pointless vagaries."
Querthose smirks at Mekthros.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Nehari asks, "What is the Eye of Tar'Gothe that you mentioned earlier?"
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "Information was called for, Mekthros."
Speaking softly in Guildspeak to Mekthros, Querthose says, "Sometimes I like you."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I'm afraid that not much is known about this 'Necromancer', at least in most common libraries..."
Mekthros glances at Querthose.
Auriia agrees with Querthose.
Syberus says, "He had a journal..."
Syberus nods to the dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Thankfully, however, the Council has a much better library."
Auriia grins at Querthose.
Vulterith says, "All I have ever read of him was his journal."
You nod to the dark-robed man.
You say, "Would be nice to read it one day."
You imagine a happy place, filled with creme tarts and bunnies, and yourself, as their supreme ruler! Bow before your master, bunnies, bow! Mwahahahaha!
Speaking to Querthose, Auriia says, "But since he wanted to throw me from the cart..we'll not mention that to him."
Auriia winks at Querthose.
Kastrel softly says, "At least three pages of the journal are illegible."
Querthose smirks.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "The man who lays here, dead before you, was a prodigal genius."
Kastrel turns an inquisitive ear towards a cowled dark-robed man.
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
Syberus raises an eyebrow.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "He only started with necromancy."
Nindon dusts off a large ebon coffin.
A cowled dark-robed man points up.
Querthose gazes heavenward.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "We knew that from his journals, Mekthros read the entries."
Kastrel gazes heavenward.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "The way you gain entrance here. That became his true passion."
You give your eyebrow a little workout.
Speaking quietly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "The pillars."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Sigils. Runes. Pathways, carved out of mana."
Auriia says, "But twas not specific in that a few pages were illedgible."
Auriia nods to Querthose.
Vulterith gazes in amazement at a cowled dark-robed man.
You say, "Interesting, reminds me of that women that came last year to enlighten the non faendryl."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "After i explained to him how to enter..."
Syberus says, "He also apparently possessed the knowledge to construct a summoning chamber."
Auriia says, "He studied the pillars a moment...and then placed his hands upon the runes and vanished."
Kastrel nods to Syberus.
Speaking to Syberus, Vulterith asks, "Did he?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "He, for lack of a better word, became restless once the Undead War transpired and his countrymen moved elsewhere."
Syberus asks, "There's one here isn't there?"
Vulterith ponders.
Mekthros says, "Yes."
Evarin glances at a large ebon coffin.
You give your eyebrow a little workout.
Mekthros says, "It is off the main nexus. Below it, perhaps."
You say, "Ahh so he was here before then, I thought he came after to spy."
Auriia nods to Syberus.
Speaking quietly in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Querthose says, "In other words, his sanity hadn't the strength of the rest of his mind."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "No, not really."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "If anything, he became more focused."
Querthose raises an eyebrow.
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "Insanity can do that."
Mekthros says, "I quite agree."
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
Syberus says, "The journal mentioned this as an outpost to spy on Illistim."
Nehari says, "The mind can bend either way when stressed."
Syberus says, "If it was around the time of the undead war."
Syberus shrugs.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "He travelled to many places, we've found his marks on places throughout the world."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Including one of the crypts which we believe Vellinos, or one of the Triad operatives, recently broke into."
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Kastrel ponders.
Vulterith asks, "Which crypt is that?"
Vulterith peers quizzically at a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "One which is not open to visitors, hence my not mentioning its locale."
A cowled dark-robed man smirks.
Evarin slowly empties his lungs.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "However, there are vague writings of his..."
Speaking quietly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "Apparently it's more open than you think."
Auriia glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
Querthose smirks.
You rub your leather necklace.
Mekthros tilts his dark illthorn runestaff side to side, making the light play off it.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia asks, "Afterall that has happened because of secrecy...do we not deserve a bit more of an anser then that?"
Auriia frowns.
You say, "Not any more open then the black temple."
You chortle.
Auriia glances around, looking a bit less confident.
A cowled dark-robed man glances over at Auriia.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It is an extraneous detail."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "Do humor us."
Evarin nods to the dark-robed man.
Auriia shrugs.
Mekthros says, "Could we attempt to discuss something meaningful now."
Kastrel agrees with Mekthros.
Mekthros says, "Such as what you intend to do about him."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I am only interested in what matters and what I will do to see Vellinos' head on a pike."
You nod to Mekthros.
Vulterith agrees with Mekthros.
Vulterith asks, "Such as, what shall we do now?"
Auriia says, "Am not asking for all that you know..but a more then we're not having you over for tea might be nice."
Syberus's eyes darken as he leans softly against his bone staff.
Auriia mutters under her breath.
You say, "I'll do what I can to get that eyepatch."
Speaking softly in Guildspeak, Querthose asks, "And how can we help?"
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
You rub your treasure pouch.
Auriia smiles at the dark-robed man.
Speaking in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Evarin asks, "So we should feel free to kill this Vellinos on sight next we chance upon him?"
Speaking softly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "I'm not thrilled with the idea of someone running around and attempting to use our bretheren as pawns ."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "In that case, anything I can do to help you..just ask..."
Vulterith says, "He is a powerful Flow mage... I know not if he could be so easily defeated."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Which mention his method of going from place to place. He travelled with his dead creations. He had a method, involving runes, which allowed him to do this. Most such teleportation puts the burden on the caster. This did not. This was... of interest to us for a long, long time."
Shalla nods to Vulterith.
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "Implosions have a way of dealing with Flow Mages."
Auriia smiles at Vulterith.
Auriia chuckles.
Querthose frowns at a cowled dark-robed man.
You say, "I can understand why."
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Speaking softly in Guildspeak, Querthose asks, "But you never discerned how he did it, did you?"
Auriia says, "Tis funny...nothing in life is easy but if it is in the interest of knowledge...tis worth something."
Speaking thoughtfully in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "If the Triad had that kind of power.."
You say, "Everything has a price, but not always silvers."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "We did not. But apparently Vellinos has found more than we, due to his killing and stealing of some of our top researchers."
Janarth just arrived.
Nehari furrows her brow.
You give your eyebrow a little workout.
A pained expression crosses Vulterith's face.
Auriia ponders.
You sadly say, "A shame."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "Could it be something such as the wizards use to travel....a gate of sorts...."
Syberus says, "Wizards."
Syberus snorts.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So, here, he's pierced a veil. And there are mentions of things hidden between realms, in plain sight."
Kastrel nods.
Auriia glances at Syberus.
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Auriia agrees with Syberus.
You ask, "So shall we summon the nameless one and follow?"
Auriia says, "Forgive me...I should have said a door."
You knock upon a large ebon coffin.
Evarin grunts.
Auriia starts chuckling at you!
A cowled dark-robed man says, "No one knows the Reaver's Call, or so it was thought."
Querthose frowns.
A cowled dark-robed man smirks.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So."
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Auriia says, "I had already thought of that...Vellinos released him though...."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I have some... reading to do."
Speaking softly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "You don't need to necessarily. There is now one among the living who knows what you need to know."
Janarth raises an eyebrow in Querthose's direction.
You ask, "Yes but he is not around is he?"
Auriia asks, """man perhaps your insight into the journals would be better then Mekthros?"
Speaking softly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "Vellinos, of course."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "If he has found this lost magic, I know exactly what he shall be attempting to do."
You ask, "Kill the council?"
Speaking softly in Guildspeak, Querthose asks, "And that is?"
Syberus asks, "And what is that?"
Evarin smirks.
Shalla turns an inquisitive ear towards a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "That's one of his aims, of course."
Auriia turns an inquisitive ear towards a cowled dark-robed man.
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Speaking sarcastically in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Querthose says, "I can't imagine. If they're half as charming as you."
Auriia snickers.
Auriia ducks her head.
Syberus shakes his head.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "But he will attempt to make it a rote spell, but he will superimpose the pattern of the fully formed flow over himself. Giving him utter control of it."
You give your eyebrow a little workout.
Auriia ponders.
Syberus blinks.
Vulterith frowns.
Querthose furrows his brow.
You say, "Oh, I thought perhaps use more demons like that one I heard he had."
You say, "But that is worse."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin asks, "Didn't the attempt of doing that last time result in several people ..exploding?"
Kastrel softly says, "I suppose that would be a problem."
Auriia ponders.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "From what I have heard, that's possible."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "Fantastic."
Vulterith grins slowly.
Shalla winces.
You grin at Evarin.
Auriia says, "Perhaps he has a way to contain his essence....."
Auriia works her fingers under her violet hat and scratches her head.
Speaking in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Evarin asks, "I will ask you again, shall we kill that one on sight?"
Speaking darkly in Guildspeak, Querthose asks, "Fantastic. What could possibly go wrong with this plan?"
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "If possible."
You ask, "A bunch of upset faendryl?"
Auriia shifts her eyes to Evarin.
You shrug.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I've already instructed Vathezir to monitor this place for anything unusual, I'm sure you've already been keeping your eyes open since the incident."
Vulterith grins at you.
Syberus nods.
Kastrel nods to the dark-robed man.
Shalla nods to the dark-robed man.
Speaking to Evarin, Auriia says, "That makes sense...kill him instead of capturing him."
Auriia rolls her eyes.
Querthose agrees with Auriia.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Though, if he succeeds, I doubt very much that it will matter, as he will not be reappearing here."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "A man that can teleport is rather hard to capture."
Nehari asks, "Who is Vathezir?"
Speaking darkly in Guildspeak, Querthose asks, "Where will he be reappearing?"
Speaking darkly in Guildspeak to Nehari, Querthose says, "The guild master here."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "The master of this Guild."
Vulterith says, "The guildmaster here."
Nehari says, "Ah."
Nehari nods.
You say, "Kill him and capture his spirit."
Nehari says, "Thank you. It has been a while."
Nehari laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Speaking to Evarin, Auriia says, "It still takes him time to fade in and out."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin asks, "How much?"
Speaking quietly in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Querthose asks, "What is his next plan then?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It will likely take him some time to complete what I think he is attempting."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Shalla asks, "Do you know if there is anything else he needs to accomplish his goals?"
Mekthros says, "Define "some time."
Kastrel glances at Auriia.
Speaking to Evarin, Auriia says, "Not more then a moment or two but if he was unaware."
Auriia blinks.
Auriia exclaims, "Syberus!"
Syberus asks, "What?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Several days, if we are lucky."
Speaking to Syberus, Auriia says, "The spell he cast on you...."
Mekthros nods.
Syberus says, "Oh.."
Syberus nods to the dark-robed man.
You say, "Which apparently we haven't been so far."
You frown.
Syberus asks, "The Pale Embrace?"
Auriia says, "He said such as if you were having a dinner party and wanted to know the...."
Auriia nods to Syberus.
Syberus says, "Useful in elven courts he said."
Syberus says, "Mostly for assassination."
Syberus glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
Auriia says, "Something to do with that spell.........."
Auriia nods to Syberus.
Evarin raises an eyebrow in Syberus's direction.
Syberus says, "Crystals tear your soul from your body."
Syberus says, "Makes it.. almost impossible to raise you."
Shalla says, "Killing him from within."
You ask, "Crystals?"
Auriia asks, "To know ones .....know...oh bother, what was it?"
Evarin gazes with interest at Syberus.
Syberus says, "His words.. not mine."
Auriia peers quizzically at Syberus.
You say, "Sounds like the red rot."
Auriia peers quizzically at Mekthros.
You reach out and touch your mithril ring.
Mekthros says, "Catalysts."
Syberus says, "It was painful whatever it was."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Yes, I've heard of it. Doubtless he was tired of talking and wanted to almost kill you."
Auriia grins maniacally!
Auriia shakes her head.
Syberus frowns at Auriia.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "That was his general demeanor when I knew him."
Auriia says, "We questioned and he had to give to get more information."
Querthose furrows his brow.
Auriia says, "Mekthros was the one with murder on the head...mine actually."
Auriia ducks her head.
Mekthros says, "Or he was terribly good at humoring people."
Speaking serenely in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Evarin asks, "Pity when good men go bad, no?"
Evarin smiles quietly to himself.
Mekthros says, "I wouldn't waste the mana. I could do more productive things with it, like cast water walking."
Syberus says, "He was of course.. not very forthcoming about his knowledge."
Speaking quietly in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Querthose asks, "And then what would you ask of us in the meantime?"
Janarth smirks at Mekthros.
Syberus says, "This may be unimportant."
Syberus nods to the dark-robed man.
Auriia nods to Mekthros.
Syberus says, "But when I first met him."
Syberus says, "He said he was interested in finding ways to uniquely express the art."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "Sounds almost like an artisan."
Nehari places her hand on her dusky lor staff.
Nehari leans on her staff.
Evarin frowns.
You ask, "Are not all true sorcerers?"
You peer quizzically at Evarin.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Yes, that generally translates to 'take it for myself and make rude gestures at everyone else'."
Syberus says, "At the time I figured he meant merely magical knowledge we didn't possess."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "I dislike art."
Syberus says, "But it may be more important."
Evarin nods to you.
Evarin glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
Inky black streams of essence stream out of Evarin's eyes and slither down his skin towards the ground where they disappear.
You chuckle.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Shalla asks, "Maybe we need to speak to the nameless necromancer ourselves. Do you know how?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "At least in the Triad's philosophy."
Mekthros ponders.
Mekthros says, "That might be the first idea brought up this evening that I actually like."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I've told you, that spell was considered lost. It's apparently something he stole."
Mekthros says, "Perhaps even in several months."
Shalla says, "Surely he could give us the same information he gave that villain."
Speaking softly to a cowled dark-robed man, Kastrel asks, "So what do you propose we do?"
Syberus glances around, looking a bit less confident.
Mekthros says, "That'd be useful, if any of us could cast the spell."
Mekthros cocks his head and examines the dark illthorn runestaff.
Mekthros says, "He's got a point."
Syberus says, "Would explain why he would have to steal it before searching for the necromancer if he knew he would need it to get the location of what he was looking for."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "As I said..."
Syberus shrugs.
Nehari agrees with Mekthros.
Speaking quietly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "Yes, you're going to go read, and we're going to "keep our eyes open"."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I've some reading to do."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "If I am to intercede on the Council of Magic's behalf, then I will need to confer with my superiors and report what has happened here. I will on the morrow."
Speaking sarcastically in Guildspeak, Querthose asks, "How could he possibly stand up to a plan like that?"
Speaking dismissively in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "I will just kill him when I see him."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Vulterith says, "Will you return here."
Evarin shrugs.
Vulterith peers quizzically at a cowled dark-robed man.
Evarin turns around.
Evarin just went out.
You ask, "Perhaps share a type of demon to help our search? One more perceptive then the aishan?"
Syberus says, "A quick question."
Syberus nods to the dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man asks, "Do you have an urge to be stripped of your power for questioning the authority of one who governs your spell circle?"
A cowled dark-robed man stares down Querthose.
Querthose stares at a cowled dark-robed man.
Janarth says, "Not terribly, bo..."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "If not, then I suggest you do something useful with your mouth. It involves stitches."
Speaking to a muscular deep black aishan, you say, "No offense friend."
Syberus asks, "He knew of a way to make his demons completely invisible instead of merely illusioned as we do. Are you familiar with this?"
Syberus peers quizzically at a cowled dark-robed man.
You laugh at a cowled dark-robed man!
Speaking tersely in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "It seems prudent advice for more than just myself."
Auriia agrees with Syberus.
Querthose stares at a cowled dark-robed man.
Mekthros's rattlesnake suddenly uncoils from around his neck and crawls down his arm, straightening into a staff in his hand.
Vulterith shifts his eyes to Querthose.
Speaking softly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "How about you give us something more practical to do aside from sitting around wide-eyed."
Vulterith takes a few steps back.
Mekthros shakes the dust off his hooded leather cloak.
Auriia blinks.
Auriia clasps her hand over her mouth.
Auriia shudders.
Querthose gets a distant look on his face.
Janarth just went out.
Querthose suddenly begins clutching at the side of his face. You see a fresh trail of blood seeping from beneath his hands. Waves of pain seem to catch Querthose as he twitches and claws at his eye socket.
A husky deep red aishan pads into the room.
Querthose gazes heavenward.
Querthose incants arcanely while staring at a husky deep red aishan. He gestures vividly, causing a small murky black rift to open. The aishan is pulled through the rift which closes behind it.
Speaking softly in Guildspeak to a muscular deep black aishan, Querthose says, "You're late."
Syberus says, "It seems there's a great deal about demons that he knows and i would suspect you guys know that we don't."
Syberus nods to the dark-robed man.
You say, "My aishan was not late."
You smirk.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Sitting around wide-eyed would have prevented such an occurance from happening. So, while you may be content to charge headlong into foolishness, I would rather become knowledgable in the variables which lead us here before I confront someone who is sending out pulses of flow magic throughout our heads."
Querthose furrows his brow.
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Now."
Speaking darkly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "I shared a similar criticism."
Speaking darkly in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "That makes me uncomfortable."
Mekthros says, "We'll know he's been found when Evarin drops dead."
Auriia says, "I have done enough wide eyed and uninformed charging anyplace."
Auriia sighs.
Auriia says, "I do not play a pawn well."
Shalla begins chuckling at Mekthros!
Mekthros says, "I'd prefer to avoid a direct confrontation at the moment."
Speaking firmly in Guildspeak to Auriia, Querthose says, "I agree."
Mekthros says, "It seems rather unwise."
Speaking to Mekthros, Shalla says, "And I."
Auriia smiles at Mekthros.
Vulterith agrees with Mekthros.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I will return on the morrow, I will make sure all of my brethren know when to arrive."
Vulterith asks, "Return here?"
Vulterith asks, "At what time?"
Syberus asks, "What time...?"
Vulterith peers quizzically at a cowled dark-robed man.
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Auriia nods to Querthose.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Hopefully, we will be armed with actual knowledge rather than just rumours, hearsay and vague suppositions."
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
You say, "And demons, they never hurt."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I thank you, however, for your cooperation in these matters."
Syberus grunts.
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
Riens bows to a cowled dark-robed man.
Vulterith nods to the dark-robed man.
Vulterith bows to a cowled dark-robed man.
Nehari asks, "Before you depart, you mentioned the Eye of Tar'Gothe. What precisely is it?"
You rub your white aishan earcuff.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "And i am sorry for the rudeness..."
Mekthros says, "Apologizing for existing would suit me well."
You chuckle.
Speaking to Nehari, Auriia says, "Tis the eyepatch with magic that Vellinos wears."
Riens laughs!
Nehari furrows her brow.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I will stand for those whom unwittingly allied themselves with Vellinos the traitor, should they continue cooperating and should further inquiries be made into their involvement."
Auriia smiles at Mekthros.
Syberus nods to the dark-robed man.
Nehari nods to Auriia.
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
Syberus says, "Thank you."
Auriia stands up.
Auriia bows to a cowled dark-robed man.
Mekthros says, "Very well."
Vulterith says, "I am thankful now, that I was not present here the previous evening."
Vulterith grins slowly.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It allows one to see spiritual traces of individuals, provided you've a 'piece' of that individual."
Nehari says, "Oh, how interesting."
Nehari ponders.
Auriia ponders.
You say, "I wish I was, to not have wasted time earlier in relating the tale."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Vulterith asks, "What "piece" of the Necromancer could have been in the Landing Guild's Roster?"
Auriia asks, "Such as their blood?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "This is why he broke into a crypt. He managed to find a fingerbone of the necromancer, given freely during an ancient spell."
Nehari nods to the dark-robed man.
You rub your chin thoughtfully.
Shalla glances around, looking a bit less confident.
Nehari says, "That would make it much easier for him to pinpoint him again, here."
Nehari points at a large ebon coffin.
Auriia blinks.
Auriia unwinds the string from around the clasp of her lilac velvet satchel and folds the flap back.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Likely, the roster was signed by the Necromancer long ago."
Auriia removes a worn and yellowed finger-bone from in her lilac velvet satchel.
Vulterith ponders.
Syberus lets out an exasperated, "Pbpbpb."
Auriia blinks.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Shalla says, "Are there any more crypts that his eye caught an interest on? ."
Syberus says, "He didn't even know this place existed until we mentioned it."
Auriia asks, "A finger bone?"
Speaking darkly in Guildspeak to Syberus, Querthose says, "Yes, well done."
Syberus scowls at Querthose.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Yes, it's a recent addition, and Vellinos' eyes have long been turned toward the past in his search for lost or ancient spells."
Auriia frowns at Querthose.
Syberus says, "We figured being from the east he would know of it."
Auriia shakes her head.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So I doubt he'd be kept abreast of the happenings of current guild matters."
Querthose glances around, looking a bit less confident.
Shalla asks, "Toward the past?"
Vulterith nods.
Shalla ponders.
You say, "We could illusion a bunch of ale-deprived dwarves as a trap for this one-eyed wonder."
You chuckle to yourself.
Auriia ponders.
Auriia says, "So we might have a clue to his name afterall."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I must go. Your aid is appreciated."
Auriia acts puzzled.
Syberus nods.
Auriia nods to the dark-robed man.
Speaking softly to a cowled dark-robed man, Kastrel asks, "So, I assume you will be returning approximately during the evening tomorrow?"
You nod to the dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Most likely."
Kastrel nods.
Vulterith nods.
Mekthros says, "With backup."
Vulterith grins.
Nehari smiles at the dark-robed man.
Vulterith says, "Excellent."
Kastrel bows to a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man steps out, his robes billowing behind him as he disappears into the darkness of the caverns.
Mekthros shakes the dust off his hooded leather cloak.
Auriia ponders.
Querthose ponders.
Auriia put a worn and yellowed finger-bone in her lilac velvet satchel.
Kastrel leans against a large ebon coffin.
Vulterith says, "Well."
Kastrel rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Auriia flips the cover and re-adjusts it over the opening of her lilac velvet satchel, and fiddles with the clasp for a moment.
Mekthros says, "Good. The circle is still intact, and the owners are aware."
You say, "See I told you he was good."
You smirk.
Mekthros says, "Lovely how well this is all going."
Vulterith nods to Mekthros.
Auriia starts chuckling at you!
Vulterith says, "It could be far worse."
Vulterith says, "We have indeed been fortunate."
Speaking thoughtfully in Guildspeak to Mekthros, Querthose says, "Perhaps not quite so badly at all."
Auriia says, "That is what we thought last night until the laugh."
Mekthros says, "Fortunate. Yes."
Auriia shudders.
Nindon becomes unbalanced for a second, then recovers.
Vulterith says, "Although I could do without the flows in my head."
Mekthros says, "It is always a wise idea to look into curiosities."
You ponder.
Vulterith works his fingers under his black diamond circlet and scratches his head.
Nindon appears to lose some internal strength.
Mekthros says, "Unless, of course, you're a cat."
Vulterith snickers at Mekthros.
The light blue glow leaves Nindon.
Vulterith says, "I hate cats."
You chuckle.
Mekthros cocks his head and examines the dark illthorn runestaff.
Vulterith scowls.
Mekthros says, "They are amusing creatures."
Mekthros cocks his head at Auriia.
Mekthros says, "Rather like humans."
Mekthros says, "This all being the case..."
Vulterith grins wryly.
Mekthros says, "I believe I'll take my leave."
Auriia smiles sweetly
Mekthros glances at Nehari.
Vulterith adopts an agreeable expression.
Vulterith says, "I, as well."
Nindon just went out.
Speaking thoughtfully in Guildspeak, Querthose says, "As will I."
Nehari clears her throat.
Auriia nods.
Kastrel nods.
Kastrel bows to Auriia.
Nehari smiles at Mekthros.
Syberus nods.
Vulterith says, "I have seen and heard enough for the eve."
Speaking softly to Auriia, Kastrel says, "I suppose I will see you here tomorrow."
Auriia bows to Kastrel.
You remove a small yellow ale keg from in your Faendryl greatcloak.
Syberus lets out an exasperated, "Pbpbpb."
You say, "As good a time as any to start drinking."
Auriia nods to Kastrel.
Shalla asks, "What other crypts are there that Vellinos might be interested in?"
You open your yellow ale keg.
Vulterith asks, "How about finishing those illusions?"
Lord Syberus just went out.
You take a drink from your yellow ale keg. This ale feels crisp and light-bodied in the mouth before sliding into the flavor of spicy cloves and bitter citrus hops.
You have 35 quaffs left.
Vulterith grins at you.