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A cowled dark-robed man arrives.
You say, "Its been a long time."
With a serene smile, you glance at a cowled dark-robed man and lace your fingers together in quiet repose.
Rontuu nods to a cowled dark-robed man in greeting.
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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, "Let us *discontinue* your practices."
Evarin glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
Evarin smirks.
Krolnivar nods to a cowled dark-robed man in greeting.
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Speaking in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Evarin says, "Jealousy doesn't suit you."
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Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Missoni exclaims, "Oh, ever so sorry!"
Speaking in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Krolnivar says, "Very nice to see you've found your way back."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It was an order phrased as a suggestion. I *would* hope the integrity of your spell circle was more important than a simple illusory rose."
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A cowled dark-robed man says, "So."
Levihathan says, "If I'm being summoned all the way from the Landing this should prove to be interesting."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Due to the piecing together of the various components, we've found a... semi-reliable way of duplicating what had occurred here."
Evarin nods.
Missoni looks thoughtfully at a cowled dark-robed man.
Rontuu turns an inquisitive ear towards a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "We sent through some... ah, 'surprises' when we first unraveled the secrets, things which would not be missed if terrible interplanar disasters were to
occur due to an error in the duplication process."
Evarin frowns.
Jenovadeath scratches his chin.
Krolnivar gulps.
Rontuu raises an eyebrow.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "We believe our little packages halted Vellinos' progress for a time, but not altogether."
Missoni squirms.
Levihathan says, "Interplanar warfare."
Levihathan grins.
You nod to Levihathan.
Venrath says, "Duplication... process."
Speaking softly in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "Exactly what the guild feared."
You say, "Sounds fun."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So. Rather than risk the valuable lives of many differing operatives of the Council of Sorcerous Magic, we're risking one of them."
Speaking in Guildspeak to you, Evarin asks, "Fun as in a Vathor transported into the Guildmaster's office?"
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A cowled dark-robed man says, "That would be mine. And whomever else wishes to follow me into possible folly."
You chuckle.
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Mekthros says, "That would be amusing for a few seconds."
Levihathan rubs his chin thoughtfully.
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You say, "Perhaps."
You nod to Evarin.
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Rontuu says, "I'm sure finding volunteers would not be so difficult."
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Rontuu twists his head slightly, cracking his neck. He looks relieved.
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Levihathan asks, "Are you asking?"
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(Venrath steps forward.)
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Levihathan says, "Or "telling"."
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Levihathan folds his arms over his chest.
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Mekthros leans against his dark illthorn runestaff, gazing thoughtfully at his surroundings.
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Venrath says, "Folly or no, I have nothing to lose."
You ask, "Reward? and do we get any of those little packages to help?"
Missoni hesitantly asks, "Would you say this entails certain death, or only half-so-certain?"
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Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.
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A cowled dark-robed man says, "We do not know if Vellinos is injured, but we do know he is resuming his work after being chased about by whatever we put in there with him. We've felt
the patterns again, they're becoming stronger."
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Levihathan says, "The persuit of knowledge far outweighs the risks."
You ask, "Perhaps a rune to summon some packages of our own?"
Levihathan nods to you.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It is likely why his demon disappeared after making some... choice appearances."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Stop groveling. It's unbecoming."
Evarin glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man glances over at Hakwea.
Jenovadeath snickers to himself.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Jenovadeath says, "You're as glib as ever."
You grunt.
[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 sinuous dull beige abyran'a, a cloud of white smoke that is flying around, a cowled dark-robed man, the Jenovadeath disk, the
Zandegey disk, the Missoni disk, a fanged midnight black aishan and the Evarin disk.
Also here: Hrvac, Lord Hadiar, Venrath, Saraswati, Mekthros, Jenovadeath, Zandegey, Levihathan, Rontuu, Missoni, Evarin, Lord Krolnivar
Obvious exits: out
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Tomorrow, I will attempt to duplicate the process Vellinos used in full. We will be transported to the plane he currently resides."
Speaking hopefully in Guildspeak, Evarin asks, "To kill him?"
Hrvac confidently asks, "Why not now?"
Mekthros stares off into space.
You think to yourself, "bleh I was no groveling merely seeking compensation"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Because I am not prepared for *now*. It's one thing to sloppily compose the process and shove a demon screaming into the resulting rift in space and
hoping for the best."
You think to yourself, "it is not like I do not already go where best serves the patriarch and the house without question"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "It's another thing to shove yourself screaming into the rift and hoping for the best."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "Also, there are a great many of our number missing."
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Rontuu chuckles.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "You don't *hope* for the best. You take into account every Gods-damned detail."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "We will now have time to gather in strength."
Missoni adopts an agreeable expression.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So."
Hrvac whistles tunelessly to himself.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I would suggest some preparations. I know that several of us spent days summoning various... surprises for Vellinos, and they may still lurk there, or he
may have killed them all."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Regardless. It is a dangerous, and chaotic place to which we venture."
Missoni shifts her weight.
Evarin smiles quietly to himself.
Hadiar shifts his weight.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Missoni asks, "Well, when should we be ready?"
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Venrath gazes at a cowled dark-robed man.
You say, "To which I will no doubt be one to die."
Levihathan asks, "You're requesting manpower?"
You say, "I always die on adventurers."
Mekthros nods to you.
Jenovadeath snickers at you!
You chuckle to yourself.
Mekthros says, "Likely."
Hrvac snickers.
Saraswati smiles.
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "The trick is to wear every single defensive spell found within Elanthia, and retreat at the first sign of real danger."
Hrvac laughs!
Speaking in Elven, Mekthros says, "You've just been volunteered, along with everyone else here who isn't me, to be the first to experiment with a new magic tomorrow night."
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Mekthros nods to Linsha.
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Jenovadeath snickers to himself.
Linsha sighs.
Speaking in Elven, Linsha says, "Lovely."
Speaking in Guildspeak to Mekthros, Evarin says, "You wont miss this, Mekthros."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I will meet you here tomorrow evening. The timeframe is... variable. I could arrive as early as sunset, or somewhere about this time. You will see the Hand
of the Guild and have forewarning to my arrival, however."
Evarin scoffs at Mekthros.
Evarin glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
Speaking in Elven, Mekthros says, "Of course I won't. You're still going in first."
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "That is where the Dhe'nar belong."
Hrvac blinks.
Levihathan asks, "I assume you'll give some of us time to venture from the otherside of the Dragonspines?"
Missoni ponders.
Speaking in Elven, Mekthros says, "You've an entire day."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Likely."
Speaking in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Evarin asks, "Only sorcerers may accompany us?"
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin asks, "Can we bring allies?"
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Venrath asks, "Any, ah, recommendations for preparedness?"
Mekthros says, "We call those "bait" in most languages."
Hrvac begins chuckling at Mekthros!
You grin at Mekthros.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Don't die."
A cowled dark-robed man looks over towards Venrath and nods.
Missoni gawks at Mekthros.
Saraswati giggles.
Krolnivar agrees with Mekthros.
Speaking in Guildspeak to Mekthros, Evarin says, "I prefer the term meatshield."
Mekthros says, "Fine by me."
Speaking to Mekthros, Missoni exclaims, "Oh, you are so funny!"
Missoni claps her hands.
Mekthros monotonously says, "Ever so."
Speaking in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Evarin asks, "As I asked, only sorcerers?"
Venrath glances at Missoni.
Levihathan says, "Call it what you will, we all know their purpose."
Missoni giggles at Mekthros!
A cowled dark-robed man says, "If they cannot enter the guild, then their mental fortitude can be called into question. What we might see is something that may make lesser minds break."
Missoni adopts an agreeable expression.
Speaking in Elven, Linsha asks, "Erm, where are you sending them, exactly?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "While that's an idle amusement any other time, in this case, it's a liability."
Hadiar says, "That eliminates the halflings, then."
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Evarin nods to the dark-robed man.
You say, "Cool that means I am better then some people."
Grinning arrogantly, you lace your fingers together and square your shoulders in righteous indignation.
Speaking in Guildspeak to you, Krolnivar says, "Or you are the meatshield this time."
Mekthros says, "We just won't get into margins of superiority."
Speaking in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Evarin asks, "Very well. What of your palestra?"
You grin at Krolnivar.
Speaking in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Evarin asks, "Have they as yet sent you a new guard?"
Evarin nods to Venrath.
Evarin casually glances at a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "They may be there. They may not. We will see if it's a possibility."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So."
You give your eyebrow a little workout.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Do spread the word."
Missoni shifts her weight.
Missoni adopts an agreeable expression.
Jenovadeath removes *a* *malevolent*, *bile**-**green* *onyx* *and* *veniom**-**hilted* *longsword* *splattered* *with* *the* *blood* *of* *gremlin**-**slayers* from in his
dark grey vest.
You say, "I hope so, palestra are always a bonus in a fight."
Venrath asks, "They have... more important obligations?"
Rontuu stretches.
(Evarin frowns a moment before nodding.)
Rontuu nods.
Levihathan says, "I'll inform the members of my house."
Levihathan says, "As will you, I assume."
Levihathan nods to Missoni.
Missoni says, "Oh, of course."
Speaking in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Evarin asks, "Anything else?"
Evarin squints at a cowled dark-robed man.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "There has been increased activity from the Triad around this area. If I withdraw all my... reliable people away into a far-off chaotic plane, they may try to
make a strike on this Guild. And I need not deal with *that* headache."
You nod to the dark-robed man.
Evarin frowns.
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So, I've some... final preparations to conduct."
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Venrath asks, "What remains in this Guild to make it an attractive target?"
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin asks, "Should we expect overt attacks?"
A cowled dark-robed man says, "I will attempt to make sure no limbs are irreplacably lost in the chaotic ethers of interplanar travel."
Missoni squirms and fidgets oddly for a moment.
Mekthros leans against his dark illthorn runestaff, gazing thoughtfully at his surroundings.
Speaking in Guildspeak to a cowled dark-robed man, Krolnivar says, "That would be ideal."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "Perhaps."
Evarin furrows his brow.
A cowled dark-robed man shrugs, briefly.
You say, "Good good, i've gone far to long with the ones I have now to loose them forever."
A cowled dark-robed man says, "So, good evening. Sleep well."
Saraswati nods.
A cowled dark-robed man slowly walks off.
Speaking to a cowled dark-robed man, Missoni exclaims, "Take care!"
Mekthros says, "I'm so glad he was specific and forthcoming with the grand variety of possibilities."
Missoni agrees with Mekthros.
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "What? He told us all we need to know."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Krolnivar says, "Nice of him to tell us when as well."
Speaking in Guildspeak, Evarin says, "Tomorrow, we go kill things someplace ...else."