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This log is highly edited and contains only what I desired. It appears that the robed man is trying to summon the nameless necromancer's spirit to see what info Vellinos obtained from him. From there, I assume he'll deal with beating him to the punch.
[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 Starshadow disk and the Shalla disk.
Also here: Lord Vulterith, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Lord Kastrel, Morendo, Great Lady Starshadow, Evarin, Lady Shalla, Querthose, Auriia who is sitting
Obvious exits: out
A cowled dark-robed man quietly arrives.
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.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Good evening."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "A moment."
Speaking to A cowled dark-robed man, Venrath asks, "You will tell us of the latest visions?"
A cowled dark-robed man lightly traces a sigil in the air, and as its edges come into completion, you feel something pulsing along your mind. Stepping forward, the man whispers something...
An open hand superimposes itself over your vision, its interior a void filled with vague patterns of starlight. A low, commanding voice murmurs, "Beyond the pillars in Illistim. The Council of Magic convenes now." Soon after, the vision fades away.
A cowled dark-robed man steps back, and the sigil fades into nothing.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Yes. There are others that may not be aware."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "That would be for them."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "They can make haste if they wish, or not. There will be something required of you."
Speaking in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Auriia asks, "More blood?"
A cowled dark-robed man asks, "You were one of those to give your blood, yes?"
You see Auriia DeerSouls.
She appears to be a Human.
She appears to be full grown and taller than average. She has sultry violet eyes and tanned skin. She has very long, tousled silver hair. She has a delicate face and pouting lips.
She has a tiny diamond stud in the upper ridge of her right ear.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a cup of sweetened tea in her right hand.
She is wearing a delicate green garnet band, an opal-clasped pale lilac lace pouch, some elven leathers, some black linen casting gloves with silvery sigils, a pale cabochon moonstone pendant, a violet fleece jacket, a rat fang fetish, a pair of diamond studs, a front-laced violet silk bodice, a step-cut amethyst ring, a silver diamond-inset waistchain, a dainty golden charm bracelet, a delicate gold dolphin anklet, some elegant deep violet slippers, a wispy gold chain with a deep-hued violet suspended within a dangling crystal teardrop, a flowing pale lilac satin skirt, a pink-throated pale amethyst orchid tucked behind one ear, a sprig of Imaera's Lace, a delicate gold toe ring, a wild purple orchid, a carved lapis lazuli butterfly charm, a faenor-bladed dark violet fan, a four-petalled violet sapphire pin, a frumpy violet hat, a frumpy dark purple pack, an elegant diamond-clasped handbag, and an opal-pinned lilac velvet satchel.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I care little about whom I disturb to thwart the Triad, frankly."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Auriia says, "Unfortunately."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Good."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Then let me explain what I've found."
A cowled dark-robed man asks, "I may be able to duplicate Vellinos' spell which allowed him to speak with the necromancer. He did draw a pattern on the ground, did he not?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "However, regarding what I've found in my studies.."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "The necromancer hid something, apparently. I believe I've found traces of such things in some of his more enigmatic writings. And I believe I know what they are."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "They are focal points of power. But they cannot be accessed from this plane. That is, in part, why I believe we're feeling Vellinos' attempts to make the spell rote magic in this realm."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "He's also trying to uncover these focal points and bring them into this world."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "As of now, they are likely in the plane he escaped to. When we feel his attempts, he is likely pushing them further towards our reality."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So, 'hidden in plain sight' is an apt one. Once they are here, it will be as if they were here all along."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Yes. He is making progress thanks to the fact that it was, at one time, a rote spell to the Necromancer himself. Its patterns have gone into disuse over the millenia, and must be forged into a usable pattern once more. The age of its disuse works well in our favor."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "When we see the pattern not shifting and becoming far more focused than it is now, then we will need make haste. But that does not seem to be happening quickly. So."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "This is what I intend to do."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I only have vague descriptions of the spell he used to call upon the necromancer. I believe I can creatively 'fill in the gaps', as they say."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "The fact that the subjects whose blood he used in the creation of the circle are still here is a boon."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "The majority of the spell is the creation of the circle. Using another drop of blood, I can cast a spell which traces out that pattern once more. I will need some specific chalks, though."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "We will see, I have some of the ingredients listed in the descriptions of the spell. Once I can see the pattern in full, it will become clearer."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "How Vellinos got in. I'm sure he'll be forthcoming."
A cowled dark-robed man asks, "If he isn't, then threats seemed to work, didn't they?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Someone supply this woman with a blade."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "If you would, pierce your flesh and let the blood drip over where you remember the circle being."
(Auriia slices the side of her finger and lets the blood drop in the middle of the circle outline.)
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Hm. That is sufficient."
A cowled dark-robed man walks over to the bit of blood and inspects it closely.
A cowled dark-robed man moves to a kneeling position.
A cowled dark-robed man lowers his head to mere inches of the spat of blood, his eyes never leaving it. He begins to murmur something low under his breath.
A cowled dark-robed man using his fingers, the man swirls a strange, dual pattern of complex swirls and spirals. His golden eyes fade to an utterly black hue as his breath fogs with an intense chill that slowly grips the chamber.
A heartbeat echoes across the blackness of the laboratory.
The blood freezes on contact with the man's breath, and the heartbeat increases in its rapidity.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Good."
[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 a circle of dark sigils, a serpentine dull maroon abyran'sa, a robed figure, the Starshadow disk, A cowled dark-robed man that is kneeling, the Jurporia disk, the Shalla disk and a thick-coated dark grey aishan.
Also here: Nehari, Caladrial, Lady Agenais, Lord Vulterith, Lord Krolnivar, Querthose who is sitting, Great Lady Starshadow, Evarin, Jurporia, Lady Shalla, Hakwea, Nindon, Lord Kastrel, Venrath, Ulthripe who is sitting, Great Lady Jteim, Great Lord Elsun, Auriia who is kneeling
Obvious exits: out
The sigils are vaguely formed into the shape of a pentagram, with myriads of insanely complex geometric patterns filling their interior, tracing out even more runic patterns across the circumference of the circle. Its myriad of lines glow faintly with a deep incarnadine hue, the edges rippling quietly every few moments.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I haven't performed the Call yet. I don't think... hm."
A cowled dark-robed man studies the pattern intently.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Yes, pretty as it may be, it does not prove useful beyond being a macarbe decoration at the moment."
A cowled dark-robed man stands up.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I believe I have most of the components for the chalk on hand, however..."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It will take some time to prepare them, and I believe I need some other components, to be on the... ah, safe side."
A cowled dark-robed man continues staring at the pattern, muttering to himself.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I believe I will require foxglove, dragonstalk and a stargazer lily. Ah, perhaps some murkweed would be useful, as well."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Good, good."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "At least three of each, save for the stargazer lily."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Just one."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I need think on the refining process used for the chalk. It may take some time."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Good. Drop them in front of the pattern."
Querthose drops a sprig of foxglove.
Querthose drops a stargazer lily.
A cowled dark-robed man paces back and forth, staring at the components and the pattern.
Jurporia drops some murkweed.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Hm? Oh, yes. Dragonstalk grows along hills and meadows, and mountains, as well."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Likely temperate and possibly colder climes, if it's in a mountainous region."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I am... preoccupied trying to decipher this pattern, I must admit."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Neither am I. I usually have one of the initiates fetch something for me. If I were nearer my Council brethren, we'd likely have most of this in a storehouse."
Speaking in Guildspeak to A cowled dark-robed man, Auriia says, "I have a question if you deem to answer...."
Speaking in Guildspeak to A cowled dark-robed man, Ulthripe says, "It seems that the last ingrediant is being acquired and will be here shortly."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Do ask."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Auriia says, "In the last rites.....Vellinos told him he was bound here by the blood of the living.........."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "And good. Your resourcefulness seems to be an asset that may outweigh some choice member's paranoia regarding our situation."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Auriia says, "If tis my blood that binds him here......should something happen to you............."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Auriia asks, "How do we send him away?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Oh. Yes, you'll die horribly. Or be turned inside out. Or used as a vessel for his return. Or possibly meld with my dead body and be some sort of fused conciousness trapped in the body of a half-dead monstrosity."
Querthose drops a crimson dragonstalk.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I could think of a million things that could go wrong."
Vulterith drops a crimson dragonstalk.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Do have some confidence, however. Chin up, and all that."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Ah, good."
Shalla drops a crimson dragonstalk.
Querthose softly says, "The dragonstalk is compliments of one known as Izalude."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I do such things all the time. Such is the way of flow magic. The backlashes are usually fairly ugly."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Such is the danger the Council of Magic braves every day in order to further the knowledge of all who practice the Art."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Ah, good."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "They're all here."
A cowled dark-robed man quietly gathers each component, placing them in specific pouches along his robe.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I will need to retire to my quarters in order to refine these components. I cannot risk a sloppy execution of this spell."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "As I mentioned prior, there are many things which can go wrong."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "This will likely take a day in order to form the chalk. Some incantations must be performed at certain times so as to invoke the right amount of power."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "On the morrow, around this time. I will, of course, let all know should that occur sooner or later."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It is fairly certain. If there are complications, then they will be... discussed, I'm certain."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Your cooperation in these matters are appreciated and noted."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Most especially yours."
A cowled dark-robed man looks over towards Auriia and nods.
A cowled dark-robed man asks, "Should you have had any reservations regarding any punishment decreed by the Council, you need not worry now. Your cooperation has been fully established. If this fails, well, ah, we won't need to worry about that, shall we?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Rewards? You are helping destroy one who seeks to twist your Art to his own ends. That is satisfaction enough. Besides."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "We are not finished yet. I daresay it works by dangling the carrot and getting you to follow me until I've achieved what I've set out to do."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "He was a Council member prior to his little greedy spree."
Speaking to A cowled dark-robed man, Venrath asks, "How long has the Council of Magic existed?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "The Council of Magic usually has various researchers delving into certain spells, seeing what they can recover."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "As with most intense research, the researchers can become... too focused. Myopic."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "That, and he fairly doesn't care about the Nations, or anywhere else that gives him difficulty with his inquiries."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So I doubt he kept abreast of the banishment by Myasara and the relocation of the Guild."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Now, I've a long, rather sleepless night ahead, and I must demand a fresh supply of candles from Vathezir."
Speaking to A cowled dark-robed man, Venrath asks, "How many serve on the Council of Magic?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Quite a bit. It is a vast organization, there are few who actually make decisions regarding the overall additions to our spell circle, however. Researchers are the most common."
Speaking to A cowled dark-robed man, Venrath asks, "And was Vellinos ejected from the Council, or did he leave it voluntarily?"
Speaking to A cowled dark-robed man, Vulterith asks, "Are you from the council of magic for General Sorcery, or Faendryl Sorcery?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "They get... bits and pieces from the Council, and do what they can. Trusted members then use the fruits of that research and piece it together."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I am from both."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "My nation often intermingles with the General circle. We do like to keep tabs on what is occurring there, after all."
Speaking to A cowled dark-robed man, Venrath asks, "Is the Council of Magic a relatively new entity, or is it very old?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It is fairly old. And Vellinos was ejected after a scandal involving stolen research. He went on his rampage shortly after."
Speaking to A cowled dark-robed man, Vulterith asks, "Why didn't the council kill him?"
Speaking to A cowled dark-robed man, Vulterith says, "Surely such rogue agents aren't tolerated."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "He would be a founding member of the Triad. They are recent, and fairly small."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Oh, a few months ago. He apparently stole more than we knew, as he let the full brunt of his knowledge be known when he escaped."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "But, I've my own research to attend to."
Speaking softly to A cowled dark-robed man, Kastrel asks, "As asked previously . . . might you share your name with us, for ease of reference?"
Speaking softly to A cowled dark-robed man, Kastrel says, "Or is that something you do not desire us to know . . ."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I am an operative of the Council of Sorcery. I do not give my name."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Good evening."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "And once again, I appreciate the pooling of our collective resources."
A cowled dark-robed man turns and quietly strides out.
With a sudden flash of insight, you realize you now understand more of what you have experienced.....