After calling for a healer Mang Fu Ha Saan returns his focus to the girl, and maintaining his healing spell. As his gaze returns to her he notices something that nearly escaped his attention, something masked as otherwise innocent, when he caught sight of what lied beneath it became apparent to him in a flash. It is the work of strong necromancy! Closer examination of the wound reveals something he had not seen in many years, a flesh grub! Nasty creatures who spend their larval stage living in the flesh of a host, this one appears to have been enhanced by magic and is spreading its virulence with killing intent.
Honored elder, it's a Flesh Grub given strength through evil necromancy... Flesh Grubs are not normally able to attach parasitic tendrils like this. He says pointing to the purple streaks splaying out away from the wound. Blessed water should weaken the necromancy, and cold applied to the grub will trigger its natural reaction to hibernate and withdraw into itself. We might remove it painlessly then.
As you speak,the girl writhes out in pain, and the "grub" starts to come out.
The Orc stops, and turns an discerning eye towards you,I trust you knos what you are about. I will follow your advice but the result good or bad rests squarely on you. Do you accept these terms?
The retinue of guards and the few lingerers gasp in surprise at her words.
I would suggest you do this out of the sight of observers except myself, the healer and Marry A voice whispers commanding in your head.
What kind of goods do you think you have that I cannot already get or create myself? [/b]
haha! insolence again but the answer shall not change. I have access to magic beyond your comprehension. It can be used for raising the dead or creating things of legendary power, both those that destroy and those that protect. Mysa...My employer... he seems to make a small pause upon the start of using a name realizing it could say to much.Items can be made or gotten from the city's sectors any of them or can be "found" or purchased from outside.
I can also guarantee that the Nella's goons shall leave you alone. He grins impishly, for if this deal is found binding I shall have no need of them to keep you in line.As a show of good faith, I shall await your answer and give you these.
The first is a scroll that can be used to contact me "mentally" when you have made your decision but I must have an answer before the last shadow today. The next is a goblet. The enchanted gems upon this will purify common poisons from any liquid place with in and kept with in for 1 min. He tosses the items to Quinten. Only fitting that a slave carry what his master is gifted.
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Quinten suppresses a smile as the creature pauses, realizing it has said too much. Mysa, eh? If she can do what he says, she's got resources, influence, and few scruples. That narrows down my options for completing the name.
The teacher frowns as the creature claims to control Nella. I'd ask if your master has recently acquired any historic artifacts, but that might reveal too much about who I am. Besides, it's possible you wouldn't know about the Scorpions' raid on my home.
Quinten barely catches the scroll and the cup. Mistress, you seem to be getting quite a few gifts today. If this keeps up, you might want to find a brawnier associate. I should let this creature continue thinking I'm a slave, for that might put him off guard, but I have a few scraps of pride.
When the healer pulls at the grub he notices a shimmer in her form that takes him by surprise, when the healer stops and the affect fades his gaze does not leave the girl until the elderly Orc woman speaks to him. When she speaks he notices some of the crowd gasp... What surprised them? He wonders Her changing image was beyond subtle, was it the Orc's words that surprised them? What weight does that statement carry?
Almost immediately after finishing that thought he hears a voice in his head telling him with a very serious concern that they should relocate. Looking around he sees that it is the captain of her guard apparently communicating this to him.
This must be about what I saw, his intentions feel honest and purely out of her well-being...
He turns back to the Orc to address her.
I accept, but before we continue we should move her to a private location. She will likely need continued care after removing the grub and the floor of an inn is no place for that.
Having said that he turns to the captain of the guard, and Marry.
We should take her to a room where we can continue without being disturbed...
quinten
There are several governing personages that have the starting name of Mysa.
- One is a large human that is said to be second in the merchants guild and resides in the East regions of the port. (LE) They have been known to attain high profits by venturing into cursed or forbidden areas and stealing or grave robbing etc the sites.
- The northern sector (LN)also has several likely candidates. One of them is an alchemist the academy has had dealing with before. While usually upfront and honest there have been times in the past that it is known he has padded his pocket at the expense of the academy,
- A troll "commoner" lives in the Barrows and is part of the enforcement team that protects workers from the city during the daylight hours as they go about their tasks.. He would also either be associated or have/ obtain more information on this person.
- The Head mage guard you seem to recall , name is Mystral or something or other.
- The druids have mentioned a Mysaala. She is a druidic witch that lives in the grove of the high druids and is said to help govern with GIGI the chief druid,.
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- You are sure the academy has several books on population census that might be helpful in narrowing down your search.
- The wealth level that you have glimpsed through the portal suggests that the "master" is among the top 10 to 15% of the populace.
- Several of the "orders" have means to that amount of wealth simply from the base of time they have had to collect it
Mang
The old woman spits in her hand and stretches it out towards you.so we seal it. and waits until you grasp her hand.
Carefully, the captain of the guard comes over and motions for all to stand clear. Unstrapping a huge shield from his back, he quickly motions Murs forward. Between the two of them they softly move the Lady to the shield.
We can take her into the meeting room or better yet, lets get her to the library. It is more central to everything we may need to keep her alive and recovering and is protected from noise and such the innkeeper states leading the way down the hallway. Murs and the Captain gather the shield and the company for ranks of protection around them as they move.
As the jolts of pain go through him he is able to resist just enough to prevent lasting harm but as the pain changes and memories begin to flood back he drops to his knees.
Flashes and bits of memories begin rushing through his mind. though most are not complete he is still able gleam some info from them.
I...I..I remember. "Those that came before." The Dragons and them, no, us. We were created the Sentinels. And its true we are being hunted. But by who or what. Another jolt of pain as more memories flash through his mind. T...The ritual. I think I remember some of it. I was chosen...cause of my mother. I inherited the same power she had one in which some of our people possessed. Made me more compatible for the knowledge. Less risk of overloading the mind. Wait! Richard forces his mind to start focusing on his present trying to push the pain away as he attempts to stand back up. He once again looks around.
"So who are you? And what did you do to me?"
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Quinten's frown deepens as he considers who the creature's master could be. I wonder if he is toying with us. There are so many influential people whose name starts with "Mysa!"
I'm tempted to say it's Mysal, the right-hand man of the Copperhead Conglomerate's guildmaster. But as much as I despise those selfish merchants, I don't know if even they would go far enough to employ such a creature. Besides, he'd likely bully half the people there with the means to employ him.
Mysanor could be the culprit, but the few times I've met him, he seems obsessed with alchemical research. He may charge more than the Academy would like for restoring artifacts, and he may be willing to sell the ones he recovers himself to the highest bidder, but I can't see him controlling a gang in the Burrows. It would be beneath him.
That leaves Mystral, the head of the mage guard. I'd hate to think he's involved in such despicable actions, but you can't get to his position unless the shadier members of the Triumvirate like you. I'm sure he's no saint.
Mysaala might also be a candidate. The other druids seem to fear her, so she might be able to tame this creature. And the fact she oversees the grove with Gigi would explain how the creature knows why Gigi wants Mang's aid.
Well, perhaps we can rule out the Copperhead Conglomerate by implying it's his master's equal. If that offends him, he might drop a few clues to show off.
Quinten studies the goblet, looking suitably impressed. This is fine work, mistress, but do not be too tempted by items. The Copperhead Conglomerate could do everything he claims his master can for a small fee. The teacher smiles. In fact, if you believe their pitches, they can do more.
A rye chuckle escapes the fiendish lips, The conglomerate as a whole are worthless conniving sniveling whelps not yet fit to be off their mothers teat. They are easy to manipulate and easier to kill. Yet, your attempts to bleed me for information are quite amusing even if less than adept. Again his dry throaty laugh comes out behind his smirk. My whelp seems to be all to comfortable. I still have the offer open but I am being called to other business so this must end. Do you or do you not accept? The Raksasha looks ferally at Shadara.
Nothing I have done has caused your affliction. It has been most ...hmm..informing though. Tell me what you sensed or saw when you approached my room.
Your small party hustles through the hallways until they reach the Library. Muttering a thanks, Marry promptly dismisses Murs and takes the "backboard" with the young noble on it.
The massive doors seem to open at their own volition. As you enter a sense of calm stillness pervades the air. Just ahead of you on the floor, sits Richard. He appears to be somewhat entranced with something you cannot see.
Marry glances at the rooms occupant and then dismisses richard altogether. Here! Druid, clear my table! Don't bother with anything but speed. We haven't got much time before the effects of the poison runs full course.
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Quinten smiles and bows. It seems I'm out of my depth, great one. But "as a whole" implies you know a few people in the Conglomerate who fall into a different category, which means I can't rule them out.
The teacher watches Shadara. I'd be worried, but she seems to have no more love for this creature than I do. Hopefully, she refuses in a way that keeps him from going into a childish rage.
Mang Fu Ha Saan grasps the hand of the woman, and then steps back to allow the captain to move the woman.
Following the group to the door, he is just barely able to make out Marry speaking an apparent pass phrase of some sort causing the doors to open. Once inside, he dumps the content of the table to the floor at Marry's prompting and waits for them to place the woman on the table. Once down, he takes up position on the side opposite the Orc healer to render assistance if it is needed.
Suddenly an overwhelming sense of calm assurance. The air directly behind the desk ripples and a elfish creature appears before you. He glances at Richard and then quickly dismisses him as a sideline to the main issue.
Reaching her hands out, she "feels" the young creature without touching her. She glances back at the healer and Mang. what have you done so far? I need to know..have you fed the grub anything or tried to manipulate it in any way?
As the creature speaks you feel a sense of calm concern emanating from her towards the injured. You also recognize the voice from your mind. It sounds just as intent but not as peaceful as prior. Without motion turning to you the creature motions again this time to you. I know you have abilities that most do not and none in this room do, I implore you to use them now. Se if this creature that has embedded itself will "speak" with you about its purpose. I do not trust it but I do not sense any direct malcontent towards this youngling.
And we MUST talk when this is taken care of. then almost as a second thought, Marry you will stay for that conversation and bring the tattooed one or have her sent for before we start the discussion. There is much at stake both here and in the conversation to come.
What have you learned psychic? Again her voice is directed to you.
Shadara watches the exchange continuing to smile and content to let Quinten converse with Raksasha. At the direct question stops leaning on the wall and replies.
You really seem to need help to take care of whatever it is that you want us to do. Unfortunately I do not like the way you treat those in your service. Come find me again when you are able to show manners whether you have them or not.
She motions Quinten to leave the room as she is speaking and as she finishes she herself starts backing out of the room making sure to keep eye contact.
If Raka goes to attack yell to quinten to get down, and throw the shard gell into the room. Use a Ki point to become invisible. Then drop to the ground and scramble on all fours away from the door as quickly as possible.
Somewhat confused by the appearance of the newcomer, but strangely calm and welcome to the sight he answers her question. Pulling at it with just our hands caused the girl great pain, we were about to try blessed water to weaken the necromancy causing this, he says pointing to the purple web like streaks splaying out from the wound then once weakened a piece of ice touched to the grub should cause it to withdraw and hibernate. Hopefully then it could be removed without issue.
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Quinten hesitates. We've only tossed the creature 50 of the 250 coins it claims we owe. If we leave now, it could come after us. But it seems to have other obligations, and it has already summoned the magic to teleport away, so it might not be able to pursue us. Besides, we will be enemies soon enough.
Emphasizing my relationship with his daughter seems to be the best way to keep myself safe. Great one, your daughter is calling me to other tasks. Your gift is fine indeed, but I don't think she would be comfortable accepting it given her decision on your offer. Besides, it could be used to track us. Perhaps others will be more receptive.
The teacher sets the goblet on the ground, letting his legs tremble slightly as he squats to do so. Then he backs away, watching the creature with wide eyes. I hope I look afraid, because I am, and that seems to be something he enjoys.
We will not keep you from your meeting any longer.
Unsure what the creature hopes he can do Richard tries to see if he can sense the things mind. Perhaps if he can maybe he N ay be able to assist more.
You shall not be lost so easy. Yet time has away of convincing the most obstinate. I know how to find you for you are marked. The raspy voice of a feral cat intones as you leave the room.
Glancing back you see him step back through a slash in the room to the same opulent one from before. The goblet remains on the floor where it was left.
You must not remove the grub. It is not what is causing her suffering. It is what is keeping her alive .. to a degree. The issue here is the tendrils themselves. If left unchecked they will corrupt her and we will than have a much bigger issue to handle. There is much she must learn before all of the facts can be revealed. The words slither off the lips of the elf in front of you, peaceful yet urgent.
Marry, send the captain for the tattooed girl. The rest of what needs done she may assist with but the captain is to be forthright just a polished stack of metal.The elf intones.Pardon captain. The task at hand seems to have made me ill phrased and short on manners. No offense was meant. the creature apologetically bows it head briefly to the captain.
None taken great one. I shall return with the Mistress shortly.
That went much better than it could have, nice job teacher.
Shadara walks back into the room smiling in thought, puts away the shard gell and picks up the goblet.
I am impressed so far with how you have handled the recent situations. I think it is time to start seeing how you put the information together.
Now the question is if this goblet is actually what he says it is. Let's head back and see what else we can see. On the way maybe you can tell me what you think of this creature and if we have gained any knowledge, lost an opportunity, or dodged a bullet.
Shadara heads out of the room listening intently to Quinten.
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Quinten nods. Thanks. Given how volatile the creature seems, I'm surprised we managed to delay it so long. For someone who has wealth and power, he is awfully eager to secure your aid.
It's only a theory, and it's vague, but I might know why. As I mentioned earlier, the letter inviting us to this meeting bore the seal of the Order of the Eternal, a noble house that maintains its fortune by renting out mercenaries. I suspect the creature is one of the house's more powerful servants.
I believe the Order of the Eternal is looking for artifacts from the past. Since the creature mentioned harassing us with Nella's goons, we know he controls the Yellow Scorpions, who raided my family's home. My family has far too little wealth to draw the Scorpions' attention, so they must have been after the artifacts my father had on display. I'm proud of those, but if they had any obvious power, we would not have kept them in a place so poorly guarded.
Quinten pauses before continuing.
I may not look like much, but I can tell you from experience that even an everyday object can hold considerable power in the right hands. The Order of the Eternal is led by Infected, who have long enough lifespans to remember things about the artifacts that even the best object readers in the Society could not uncover.
Fortunately for us, they may lack the key to use the artifacts. Earlier, Jana mentioned that the Order of the Eternal is seeking Richard. The creature who spoke in our minds at her sanctuary described him as "the psychic from the past." If he hails from a time before ours, as his mannerisms and magic suggest, he may have knowledge buried within his mind that would allow the Order of the Eternal to unlock the artifacts the Scorpions stole. Perhaps his amnesia is designed to keep him from revealing that knowledge.
We also know that the Scorpions are associated with Kharif, an orc wizard believed to be responsible for the storms. Jana's tale suggests that the storms capture or destroy the Sentinels, who have long advocated peace and stability. While the storms might help Kharif gather power, it's possible they are primarily a way to eliminate a potent enemy.
Regardless, it's clear that whoever is behind the Order of the Eternal and the Yellow Scorpions is taking powerful groups out. That may be why the creature we spoke with attacked Mang's people. If Mang's master could split a mountain with his fist and had even mightier peers, they would have been near-unstoppable foes once the storms became dire enough for all of them to intervene. Far better to eliminate them before that happens.
Which brings us to you, young lady. Jana mentioned that a stormbow has choosen you as its wielder, which makes you one of the few with magic that can fight rather than merely contain the storms. If the creature had succeeded at enlisting your aid, it would be able to turn that power to its own ends. More importantly, it could have watched you and eliminated you as soon as you became a threat.
As a bonus, the creature would have gained Mang's aid as well. As one of the few survivors from his tribe, he may be uniquely capable of achieving the power his master once possessed.
I do not know if this theory is correct, so let me turn to more mundane matters. First, we know that despite his resources, which include wealth and spies in both the Burrows and the Druidic groves, the creature has too few hands to achieve all of its goals. Otherwise, it would not have tried to recruit me.
We may also know that the creature works for a master whose name begins with "Mysa." It's likely that individual is part of the Order of the Eternal, but it could also be someone else. If so, that person needs to have enough wealth to employ the Order of the Eternal or enough influence that they would consider him a worthy ally.
I could give you a long list of names, but for sanity's sake, let me give you the three people I most suspect. The first is Mysal, a powerful warrior who acts as the right-hand man of the head of the Copperhead Conglomerate, Fifth Port's largest merchant guild. At first, I dismissed Mysal as a possibility, for the creature would have dominated every member I've met. However, the creature's words imply he knows a few members even he considers worthy of respect. If so, Mysal would be a prime candidate.
Even so, it's possible the creature is using Mysal on the Order of the Eternal's behalf. As a mercenary guild associated with the Infected, the Order rarely gets permission to attend the Triumvirate's meetings, let alone speak at them. The Copperhead Conglomerate may be made up of weak and greedy men, but it plays an important enough role in Fifth Port's economy that it always has a seat at the Triumvirate's table. The Conglomerate has no qualms about using blackmail to achieve its ends, so it has spies in almost every corner of society.
Alternatively, the creature my work for Mystral, the head of the mage guard. To be honest, I know little about him. However, if his official biography is correct, he mastered magic and swordplay faster than all but the most famous of the Academy's students. Rumors claim he had infernal aid. Those rumors may come from envy, but he could never have risen to such a high rank without uncommon ambition. Perhaps he has enough lust for power to become the Order's ally or tool.
The third option is Mysaala, the witch who rules Fifth Port's Druidic groves alongside Gigi. I doubt she is the culprit, but if she is, it would explain how the creature knew why Gigi wanted to speak with Mang. I do not know her exact age, but she is old enough that she may be behind the storms, the attack that took out the wiest and most temperate dragons, the slaughter of Mang's people, and the raid on my home.
We will need to speak with Gigi tomorrow regardless, so Mysaala might be the first possibility worth investigating.
A few brief minutes pass before the captain returns with the dwarf whom Richard talked with earlier. I wondered if I'd see you here when I was told Marry demanded I come at ONCE to the Library.She chuckles making sure that the captain is aware of every word she accents. Bowing a bit abashedly,I am sorry for any offense I was told to bring you so I figured strong words over strong arm this time. The captain says.
The roar drowns the other sounds until they no longer flounder into your focus. Reven li'Minterv, I had you summoned for we need the help of the Oracles to preserve this creature in a safe state. I can slow the attack but only for a month or two with luck. Will you take these two and our wounded to the Oracle of Water so the healing can be completed? the elf-ling speaks to the painted dwarf in a quiet,assertive,and authoritative voice yet it still seems desperately imploring.
Richard will accept the quest for he hopes to learn more of his past and his kin. You MUST be the one to instruct him in this matter. the elf looks at the tattooed girl. the druid will accompany you I am sure for there is much you can show him that will aide in his recovery of his ancestral lands. The Conglomerate is behind this attack as they were responsible for the destruction of his clam. By aiding us, he makes the first move at striking back. The imploring and demanding tone and look shifts from Reven to Richard and finally comes to rest on Mang.
We can discuss what shall happen and what MUST happen once she is stable. Reaching out she touches Mang and Reven's shoulders.
I was surprised that we made it out of there without permanent damage. Shadara laughs and continues,
Now you are saying that I am important enough to try to persuade me to work for a side. And possibly to eliminate me from the field. I don't believe that I am that important. Mang on the other hand makes sense. With an attitude like his they would want to eliminate him before he has a chance to get angry. I have absolutely no idea who Mysa is so your guess is much better than mine. I did promise Mang that I would help him and I think he wants us to visit the druids. So tomorrow we head to the druids. I would ask that you do the same as you did here. Try not to get to involved and listen for information to slip out. I will try to help loosen their tongues.
Shadara pauses at the end of the hallway they are in and turns to Quinten
One last question. What do you know about how a stormbow works, specifically how to activate one. If I have a stormbow then it has to be activated somehow. I have used this bow for years and it has never done anything special.
Shadara holds the bow out to him turning it slowly so that he can see the fine craftmanship and the intricate prongs below the hand grip.
Mang Fu Ha Saan looks at the Elf in a state of confusion at being told the grub was keeping her alive... Such grubs in the wild only use the host as an edible home to incubate in before they emerge fully matured and fly off... He breaks his attention from her to peer down into the wound at the creature inside, still trying to comprehend how what is by all respects in his mind a parasite keeping the young one before him alive. He then looks at the Orc healer who apparently seems just as surprised to hear what was spoken.
He stands by silently during the exchange between the captain, Elf, and heavily inked Dwarf. His attention comes sharply into focus when the Conglomerate is mentioned as being the ones responsible for his tribes destruction, and the most probably associates of that foul demon.
You know is responsible? That is who the foul demon Rakshasa is with?
The Elf answers in response to his question, and as a statement to everyone else We can discuss what shall happen and what MUST happen once she is stable.
As She reaches out and touches his shoulder, Mang Fu Ha Saan gasps at the blasting power that he is feeling run through his body. A feeling he often experienced with his master. In his tribe it part of an awakening, an awakening to hidden power they could wield and an awakening a bond to the natural world. It flooded his every sense and within it, or just beyond it he felt a presence. Scales, wings, and an anger that gripped the power running through him.
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Quinten smiles. I don't know if we made it without damage. The creature claimed it had marked us and implied it could find us again if it desired.
Which brings me to another point: It's possible the creature read our thoughts, or at least mine, as Richard did earlier. When it discussed the Copperhead Conglomerate, it addressed the very reason I had to dismiss that organization. And when it spoke of marking us, it addressed the reason I had for putting the goblet on the floor. Anyone with enough skill reading body language would have realized the reason I gave was a lie, and a few might even have guessed the real reason, but that creature spoke with confidence.
Quinten wipes his glasses and studies the bow, hoping the intricate craftsmanship will jog his memory. But after a minute of silence, he sighs. I'm sorry. I could tell you a few tales, but I have no reason to believe they're accurate.
It may be the stormbow will only activate if it is near or a storm. It may also be waiting until it can draw power from you without taking too much.
The teacher looks around to make sure no one is listening, then speaks softly. Perhaps my father would know. If he is a Sentinel, as Jana implied, he might have met or worked with a few people involved in the stormbows' creation. Given enough time, he might even be able to read your weapon to determine how the past owner activated it, but that can be dangerous. I suspect your weapon originates with the Witches of the Covenant rather than the Sentinels, but the activation process may be similar.
KN You get the feel that the answers you are looking for lie somewhere in the minds of the dragons. The scales and such could easily represent dragons or their kin.
spell If it is a spell you have never encoutered it. It is more like the dreams or vision that druids from your tribe sought before entering "formal" training.
A light glow envelops and then sinks into the injured one. You sense that you can withdraw the healing you have been providing.
Thanks druid for the stability your magic caused. It gave me the time to figure out what I needed to keep her alive. I must leave her in your care for I must not waiver from my task. The magic I have used will encase the poison for about a month. This should be long enough for you to find the Oracle if you don't dally. My faith is in your training for I knew and feel the lost of your mentor. Pausing she lifts a hand to cut off our obvious desire to ask questions, You have much to learn before we can have the discussion about the question you would now pose. I can tell you there are factions in the conglomerate that would hire such a fiend as the Rakshasa you mention. I do not know if they have though. Should you encounter it again, I have something that may help. She motions you closer and then leans down and whispers in your ear
The mark on the "bow" links it directly to Shadara and only the death of the girl or the disenchantment of the artifact can destroy the bond.
You know that many such items had another item that must always be used in tandem to access the power with in the "bows." You also remember that although the specific # of "bows" created varies in actuality it is widely considered by most "scholars" that there where 25 original "bows" created. These are the greatest and are considered Artifacts. The others were made by using the force from one item to Charge the other item
You continue until you reach the main room of the Linder Lost. As you enter one of the maids comes to you and trying to hide the anxiety I was ordered to bring you to the Library
The mark on the "bow" links it directly to Shadara and only the death of the girl or the disenchantment of the artifact can destroy the bond.
You know that many such items had another item that must always be used in tandem to access the power with in the "bows." You also remember that although the specific # of "bows" created varies in actuallity it is widely considered by most "scholars" that there where 25 original "bows" created. These are the greatest and are considered Artifacts. The others were made by using the force from one item to Charge the other item
Upon, entering the Library, you are surprised to see a gathering of several around the body of an apparently stable but injured Lady.
Mang and Richard are there and so is marry and an odd looking dwarf of unique coloration. A bodyguard of some sort is also present.
There attention turns to you as you enter.
Ahh I am glad you have returned. Is Milos with you this time? I had heard he might be looking for you both. His part of the saga would be most helpful if it were to come directly from his lips. she pauses searching your face before continuing, Oh well not everything must happen according to our dictates.
Shadara, I am glad that you are well.I do have a request of you one in which you may not like. Allow my associate here She motions to the elf creature in front of Mang,to have your bow for a rime. You also must fill the details in of your story and how it ties in with Me and Fifth Port for those not privy to the information. I also have some more information for the group and some of it will specifically impact you.
Quinten, I am relieved to have found you well and returned. Your mother sent word that a contract had been set on your head mby several members of a few rough and tumble groups in the city and atleast one outside of it. She feared the Scorpions may have collected it. Before you make anymore decisions she has "threatened" me that you must return to home or atleast her rooms in the academy storerooms. She chuckles at the use of her words especially "threatens me."
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Quinten speaks to Shadara as they walk to the main room. This much I can tell you with some confidence: Almost all of the bows were paired with an object. Without that object, it is impossible to access their power. The weapons' creators must have wanted to keep the bows from being used by their enemies, for the objects vary widely and often have glamors that hide their magical nature.
Quinten frowns as the woman speaks. This lady knows Shadara, and she knows my mother, but I don't recognize her.
The teacher sighs. I'm afraid I'd best heed my mother's wishes. I've heard her tongue enough to fear her more than any ruffians that may roam the streets.
Despite his words, the teacher's left hand brushes the wooden dog that hangs around his neck as he thinks. The Scorpions are moving faster than I'd thought possible. Our adversary has an impressive set of eyes and ears.
But apparently, so do the Sentinels. I hadn't realized my mother was so well-connected. She's definitely more than the linguist and writer she claimed to be.
Perhaps the bounties predate today's activities. Do my companions have prices on their heads as well?
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How long do you need the bow for? I believe that I will have need of it shortly. Shadara eyes the elf up and down reluctant to part with it.
by the way, what does We come to your house and greet you in peace. No door shall bar our honesty mean?
Shadara continues on like the last question was a thought spoken out loud.
I trust you Mary so I will extend it this once. As for my history, she turns to the group, Here is the short version of it.
My mother whom I knew by the name of Maldetrin, was actually a title that she held. She was actually called the Hand of the Oracle. The hand is not supposed to have children but supposedly she had two of which I am the younger. Mary told me the same information that we heard at the Sentinels place and more during a conversation earlier. Mary is a keeper of knowledge as the library suggests, and she as well as some others it seems believe that this bow that I carry is a fabled storm bow.
Looking at all the expressions on the faces in the room she settles on Mary's slightly annoyed face and continues.
From what I can tell all the forces of good, evil, and indifferent are now making their last moves before the endgame of the storm. It serves a purpose and currently is benefiting those who worship chaos. This is the last stronghold for the opposing forces like the sentinels. If this city's protections fail and it falls to the storms, then chaos will rule the land.
As she continues talking she starts playing with a lock of hair and the stress of the past day starts to show thru her voice and eyes.
Milos has left us, this further proves that you are not privy to all information. Is there a price on our heads, teacher.... of course there is. Whether we sided with Mary or not it was known that we were here in this Inn and assumptions be fried, we have had closed door meetings with her. When were you going to tell me about the curse... Shadara stops with her mouth open realizing the question that just left her mouth.
She turns to the elf and holds out the bow. As the elf takes it she is reluctant to let go which ends up causing a small tug-o-war for it. She then turns and walks over the a small stand at the side of the room and pours herself a drink, gulping it down. She then turns back to mary trying to show a semblance of control and dignity.
Did I miss anything.
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Quinten frowns as Shadara asks what "no door shall bar our honesty" means. I could be off, but that sounds like an Infected pledge. Normally, Infected can only enter a home if someone with authority to do so gives them permission. But if their intentions are pure, they might be able to bypass that restriction.
Quinten scans the room for someone without a shadow. That is the most obvious sign.
The teacher watches the injured lady before them, assuming Shadara's last two questions were directed at her. I could point out that she didn't say how she's related to you, but she seems tired. Perhaps you should fill in the gaps.
Shadara grumbles under her breath,Great that is all we need now, another round of infected to add to the issues.
Louder she calls out to Mang. Hey Mang, I thought we discussed not picking up an charity work for the time being. Who are these people you have with you, and what is wrong with her. She points at the lady on the table.
After the awakening ceases, Mang Fu Ha Saan finds himself knowing that he must seek out the wisdom of the dragons and their kin for his answers. Though the Elf decrees that they find the Oracle she spoke of immediately for the sake of the girl. He responds only with a silent bow of his head at her expression of gratitude, and a slightly puzzled one at the mention of the Rakshasa's true name. Tagre Nelvent Doloton...
He remains a passive participant still processing his experience until Shadara speaks of a curse. Not sure what to make of the comment and her sudden realization of what she said he looks about the room for the reaction of the others.
When Shadara directs a question towards him, it fully restores his normality. Annoyed at her attitude he looks toward her with a bit of irritation. Bratty girl..
The daughter of the Northern sector Triumvirate, young one... And we may just save her life...
with his mind still occupied with trying to piece together all the new information as well as the fragments of memories he is unable to make sense of what ever thoughts the strange creature is thinking.
As they continue to try to save the girl Richard still tries to process everything. I go from barely knowing about who I am to knowing I'm part of an ancient race who is being hunted like the dragons by some unknown enemy. And who is this "elf" and how does she know so much about who and what I am? Richard glances towards the "Elf but his gaze shifts as he notices the others.
After the others finish talking Richard places a hand to his head. This is a lot to process in the span of one day. I still need time to process all of this as well as well as those memory fragments and from what I gather it seems there is even more we need o go over. He lets out an exhausted sigh. I did want to find out more. I just didn't think it would be so much so soon.
Yes I am a keeper of knowledge. That is an understatement but we will let it sit for the time. You have all garnered or deduced that yes this is one of the few places of refuge still left for those that oppose the storms. Most of us are what remains of the sentinels or their descendants. Those that do not fall into this category, she pauses and looks at Richard and the tatted dwarf, come from a much longer and more direct lineage to the pacts.
I can tell you the little bit that I have been able to gather and Raviel, she bows her head deferentially to the elf, will fill in what she has knowledge of as well. There are somethings that we must clear up before the full story can be told or as much of it as we know. She looks apprehensively to the elf again.Mistress, will your truth guide our honor and lead us to the telling?
Upon uttering these words, Marry kneels in a show of fealty to the elf. The Captain and colorful dwarf do as well.
I see that honor must be in the telling and that truth cannot be turned once it has begun its journey. I think it is best if we can see who we are dealing with and working with in their natural forms. Don't you? The soft voice of the elf resonates contentedly in the room.
The air shimmers around her briefly and the room seems to reel in a haze of spinning lights and mist. When it clears, the library is no longer there but the "room" you are in is lined with books, scrolls, and almost every instrument of knowledge preservation you have seen.
In stead of an elf mistress, a creature of black glossy scales reclines next to the injured lady. It is to this creature that the others bow in respect. Ridges of bony protuberances run along the shoulders and back of this huge creatures and end at the base of her head. The eyes still match those of the elf you were talking with just moments before.
We have one more guest that shall be arriving shortly and I will ask that you reserve judgement. To many judge before knowing the facts especially with her kind.the dragon's voice slides softly across the room.
Marry, please fill us in on the things you and Shadara Talked about when first you met.[b] then looking at your elvish companion she continues [b] I will ask your indulgence for time and need will not allow us to be discrete with the facts and your story must be one included so that the full weight of the storms are know to all. She looks around the room at all present and then with a quiet promise of menace in her voice continues, Those present WILL keep your story to themselves unless you say otherwise. Or I will seek retribution for you. This is my truth and my oath. Finishing with her words, she settles down placing her head on enormous front legs and looks to Marry.
A story from long ago as I remember it from the histories and the oracles and the witches is needed in this moment. It will be long and I am sure you will have questions. So sit and lets begin. She motions to the chairs and piles of things laying about that could make seating interesting. Years before Fifth Port was more than just a minor settlement of fishermen and their trolling ships, the dragons and the people of before were predominant throughout our world. The storms had not come and the deserts that existed were natural, small and limited. Rich forests of deciduous and coniferous trees dotted the mountains and many more species lived and thrived during this time.
Slowly other races began to emerge. The elves, dwarves, human, halflings, gnomes. and many of the more savage species began to claim areas as their holdings and kingdoms. The Dragons and the People of Before began to withdraw from the civilized jungle to areas that few could find or knew of. Many of the impossible valleys housed the People of Before and they have left ruins of their domiciles in a few of these valleys as they faded from all but memory.
As these calming influences left the land, kingdoms emerged. Some from emerged dispute and war , some from supply and demand of resources, and some from trade routes supplying things to areas in lack. The races split apart from the other races and developed their own way of life. The dwarves took to the Mountains, the caverns, and the high vales. Elves took to the forests, the swamps, the jungles, and many of the other woodlands. Humans, adaptable as always, filled in everywhere that others didn't want. The halflings and gnomes found ways to blend with in the societies around them.
Some groups became friendly and peaceful neighbors. Other became domineering, aggressive, and warlike in their desire for power. Their need to expand and dominate became the main reason for the wars that ravaged our lands. A few of the races withdrew and became almost myth; while others joined forces with one side or another in the conflicts. Peace came and went never lasting more than a few decades but war and strife were constant.
Finally when the need for control inflamed and threatened to destroy the kingdoms, some of those who sought to gain the upper hand, sought the dragons. Not for peace and knowledge but for magic, armor, and riches. They hunted them until the dragons struck back. Many kingdoms and civilizations were annihilated with the dragon reprisals.
As the threat of the dragons began to weigh heavy upon many of the rulers, a council was called and a peace was established. Unbeknownst to the parties meeting, several dragons also attended the counsel meeting in the guise of one race or another. One such was a dragon of high birth and an agenda of his own.
There are many, many rumors of what happened and what lands were given and taken by whom. Little of the facts can be substantiated but a few do remain though mostly in legend or ancient long lost or forgotten tombs of history.
A small group of those People of Before , the druids of the lands, the oracles of the elements, and the witches of the covenant were charged with the writ of promise. In this writ, sentinels of peace were established from each of the sentient races. These sentinels were charged with judging between kingdoms when dispute arose. They were given lands for their inheritance which with the help of many magics, were sanctified for their kin, providing the needs, and maintaining the independence of the sentinels.
The locations of these sanctuaries blessed and shielded by the magics of all disciplines. Entrance to these sanctuaries was granted only when accompanied peacefully by a sentinel. Exit was also handled by the sentinels themselves. The memories of the location had been simply disappeared once you left.
The sentinels families rarely left the sanctuaries and then for only brief periods. This helped to protect the sentinels enabling them to stand apart from the peoples of the lands. The sentinels belonged to the land, attached to the needs of the peoples, the creatures, and promised balance and justice.
The sentinels however were not autonomous. They were checked and censored by the very peoples the assisted. Three rulers from different kingdoms could sit in judgment of individual sentinels but the punishment or discipline was only dictated and carried out by the Sentinels superiors. The leaders bringing the dispute were often allowed to give input and watch the results of their judgment being carried out. This allowed for peace and balance to coexist with the sentinels and the peoples of the land.
When disputes between kingdoms arose, sentinels from different groups were called to sit in judgment. During this time, an armistice was in place for all that the dispute effected. This armistice was enforced by the home clusters of the sentinels sitting in judgment. The decision of the sentinels final and end point to the conflict. Should one or the other of the parties involved refuse to withdraw from the conflict peacefully, the sentinels would organize strike forces and armies to enforce the decision Penalties for disavowing the rights to judgment by the sentinels were levied upon those ignoring or refusing to uphold the decision.
The life of the Sentinels often became hereditary moving from one generation to the next but it was not mandatory. Even those that did not wish to be sentinels but desired to remain with in the sanctuaries with their kin were allowed as long as the could add to the support of the population. Those that wished to leave, were also allowed to but the memory of how to get back to the sanctuary was also taken from them thus further protecting the sanctuaries.
Slowly the world returned to balance and races had learned to be neutral in dealing with others and to keep peace for they still feared the reprisals of the dragons should war and the hunting of the dragons once again break forth. Several decades after the the Counsel of the Accord (as it became known) messengers, many half-dragon in descent, arrived at the council halls with directives and accords of their own from their draconic Lords.
The words to these accords have been lost to know writing but the gist is as follows: You have shown you can respect each other and solve your differences in peace. We will no more retaliate for the sins of the past. ... However if war begins again that ravages the land and extinguishes the life and encompasses the races, it shall be necessary to reestablish peace whether by breathe and claw, wing tail, or subterfuge and sabotage.
Hunt us and we will hunt you.
This world is ours. We drew it from the waters. We blessed it with abundance in life and substance. And we will see it remain whole.
Our descendants, our half blooded children, and those of us who so choose...will live among you. We will live openly or only reveal ourselves to those who have need as we deem fit. We will send several of our children to join the Sentinels. Our wealth and our magics will help in keeping them with sustenance.
This is our pact, our accord, and our warning given to this land. The witches of the covenant, the druids of the land, and Those Who Have Gone Before and our kindred whom choose to remain among you, have our help and our protection. Should they seek with need they will be directed to our clan council and we will see if it is time for us to come forth again.
Marry continues the dragons were still around for some time after the accord was completed. Slowly with not reason anyone has discovered, they withdrew from sight and soon from most memory. Shortly after this began to happen the storms arose. When the People of Before where sought for knowledge on the storms, few could be found and those that could politely refrained from assisting by simply delaying and then disappearing when the interested party gave up. After a few decades, the People of Before were considered by many as having been no more than myth and legend.
It has been said that when in great need or with clean intent, the villages and abodes of these people can be found. Often it they are in places nearly impossible to reach by most means. Those that enter such buildings usually come back with a blessing, a curse, or empty hands. Some do not return at all.
Marry pauses once again,
Now, when help could not be found in the ancient ones, the sentinels, witches of covenant, many high druids, and the elemental Oracles came together to address the problem. The desert was expanding exponentially and the surrounding life was dieing.
In an effort to delay the devastaton the storms caused, the druids and the Oracles combined forces and sealed the rivers and a small portion of the surrounding land within a protective "bubble" some would call it. While this did not solve the problem of the parching storms, it did seem to pause the completion of the desert's bid for dominance.
The sentinels and the witches of covenant joined ranks to create many items to combat the power of the storm and the creatures that had begun to emerge from with in the parching wind and burning sands. Many of these were weapons designed for the sentinels or those blessed with such weapons, to "attack" the storms at range with magic drawn through the wielders themselves. The magic of these weapons seemed to be another way to deter and slow the destruction of the lands. These weapons became known as storm bows-- not always weapons such or even things we would perceive as weapons. The were called bows; like the bow of a boat they were meant to cut through the storms and lead to a safer tomorrow.
Yes many of the wielders and many of the weapons themselves have become victims of the very storms they were charged defy. Slowly the sentinels withdrew from civilization. They are thought to be in their sanctuaries forging new weapons and other magics and means to again drive the storms back. Some people claim to see them on occasion just before the storms get at their worst. Some debate whether they fight the storms or control them now. Many other rumors remain but the truth is there are few Sentinels remaining and Kharif hunts those of us he discovers. We fear it is he whom is responsible for the disappearance of the dragons and the People of Before. We also have come to discover he has collected many of the remaining stormbows and is in possession of them now.
The witches of Covenant, before you ask I will tell you--no one but they know what or whom Covenant is . I am one of those remaining Witches and I was Maldetrin or Hand of Covenant. Forgive me, She bows to Shadara before starting again. Shadara's mother was another who held the title of Maldetrin for a while. She left for a variety of reasons I am sure but ultimately she left and had 2 daughters. I do not know what as become of the Eldest but your friend here is the other. This was strictly and is strictly forbidden by the Witches of Covenant. It was only after the massacre of most of the Baldeni group that Shadara came to our attention. Her sister Alyanda we know survived as well.
The Oracles as well have dwindled to only a few. Five or six is all we know of though others may exist They are scattered throughout the land. Many of those the live around don't even have an inkling of who and what they really are. They no longer seek recruits from the races around as they once did. When Jana first discovered your friend Richard here, we thought he was one but time has proven otherwise it seems.
Mang, you will know parts of the next bit I tell. Your master was the Oracle of stone or the Earthen. You were one of his most promising students and he sent us reports of your progress regularly. You were to be given the choice and chance of joining the Oracles when you were deemed ready. . She pauses...Before I go on, is there anything ou have questions about so far?
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Quinten studies Shadara as Marry mentions the Baldeni's slaughter. Is that the real reason you left your people? I know it doesn't mean much, but I'm sorry for your loss.
I wonder if Kharif is responsible for the attack on your people. If he knew one of them possessed a stormbow, he would have every reason to destroy or convert them. The teacher scowls. If my theory is correct, we have one more reason to hate that man.
I have more questions than I could ask in a day, but I'm sure you have more pressing matters than indulging my curiosity. Besides, it seems foolish to gather so many of the city's more benevolent forces in one place, however well defended. After all, it was a gathering of dragons that lead to their demise.
For now, I will content myself with one topic. I'd love to ask about the Baldeni, or why you seem to think Shadara's past is a secret she should be ashamed of, but I don't want to dredge up her past. She's had a hard enough day already.
The teacher looks at Mang and Marry. Who are the Oracles? What role did they play before the storms, and what role do they play now? Let's see if your answer lines up with what I've been told. I hope so, because I've been repeating what little I know for years.
And if Richard isn't one of the Oracles, what is he? One of the People from Before? The teacher studies the psychic for a reaction.
Mang Fu Ha Saan can only stare on in disbelief when the veil that hid the true form of the room, and "Elf" was dismissed. A creature of wildest legend right here in front of him.
Nearby, he sees Strong Talon acting flustered at the sudden shift in the surroundings. But this is short lived as the aura of calm emanating from the Dragon calms him, which he then looks toward and softly trills a greeting.
Looking back to Marry when she begins speaking his disbelief is perpetuated when she speaks his future as an Oracle.
I will need to seek out someone who trained with my master, I was about to begin the last of my training before I left...
Marry turns her gaze to Mang I knew your master well. I studied with him for a season many years back and have been forever in his debt for services he offered when it was not required. A calm and kind man of controlled rage he was. I was not informed until much later that it was you who he had chosen as his successor. Whether his successor as an Oracle or just as spiritual leader of your home tribe I know not. I was hoping that upon your return here from Jerris' delivery we could travel to your country for I had questions of which he may have had answers. But, with the advent of the news of his destruction and the death of those he shepherded I must seek my answers from another source. At this she lets out a huge exasperated and somewhat depressed sigh.
And you Quentin always the curious scholar. The Oracles are those that could see not only possibilities in the future but trends in the past and present as it related to specific areas of life. Some could study the dead and learn how to prevent or cause disease and pestilence. Study of life led to healing and well being. These are just two examples. I will not and to be honest Cannot tell you all that the oracles did in conjunction with the Pacts and forming of Fifth Port. I do know that they helped make the accords balanced and I assume that that role of balance was also their part in Fifth Port.
As for now, I am not certain I know. That is part of what I was hoping to ask Mang's mentor. I feel that they may be being hunted like the Baldeni and dragons before. I do not know who and where they are except for a small minority. In fact I am not certain they are not the same ones that "made" the accord and Fifth Port, that is another topic for another discussion though, She grins as she deftly cuts off the question she sees forming on Quentin's lips.
Shadara is so shocked by the change in the room that it takes a moment for her to see what everyone else is staring at. She stumbles and drops to one knee unsure if she did it consciously or if it was some sort of inherited muscle memory. Her head wipes up at the mention of her mother that her hair creates a fan of motion. The next words hit her physically like slaps when marry reveals that Alyanda is her sister and the Baldeni massacre. She falls back wards into a sitting position almost drunkenly barely able to keep herself upright. She looks up at Marry and then the creature with unfocused eyes and asks with a voice that matches her eyes,
Does Tarntani still live to care for the woods?
She is unable to hide her thoughts from her expression and her face slowly starts to sadden.
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As Mary cuts him off, Quinten frowns. You once held a title that means Hand of the Oracle, but you don't know the role the Oracles played. Are there two types of oracles, the one you served, and the ones who maintained balance? Or perhaps the one you served was part of the larger group, but too distant from it to reveal its inner workings?
The teacher considers asking what "Hand of the Oracle" means, but Shadara speaks first. Given the circumstances, her question takes precedence over mine.
As he waits for a reply, the teacher studies the dragon. A creature out of legend! I never thought I would see one, let alone have one speak to me, but that seems to have happened twice today.
He resists the urge to kneel. If I do that, I'll be giving up some of my ability to direct the conversation.
A resonating purr fills the room as the dragon croons out an answer.We do not yet know if Tarntani survives. We have sent searchers and none have returned but it is still some time yet before they could have come and gone if they had to search. We still hold hope. She blinks then continues Alyanda trained my son...I think you called him Unk before this wet cat rakshasa killed him. That is a dept I will repay 10 fold. her voice rises to a dull roar at the mention of the death of her son. Marry reaches over and places a gentle hand on the dragons "shoulder" which seems to calm her. There will be recompense for that death and the death of Mang's tribe mistress. I feel we can leave that score in the hands of Mang himself.
I will trust that it is done such Mistress Marry,once the Hand of Covenant.
The slitted eyes harden as they meet Marry and then Mang's eyes. I will have revenge though with or without your help.
You seem to be staying a bit to quiet Richard. What torubles you still? The painted dwarf speaks.I am to be your guide as you find out what has happened to our people. Yes I am of the same "race" if you will. Our people left with the dragons and there are but a few places that we may sometimes still be ofund. I know of only 2 others called by those who know we are more than legend, the people that came before. I am sure that we will run into them, She spits in disgust at this thought,though If we do i know there will only be the two of us remaining. I will not abide betrayal out of jealousy even from my own grandson.
When she finishes her statement, many of the eyes in the room swivel to take in your present but ever so quiet companion.
Richard looks deep in thought when the dwarf breaks him out of it. He first looks at her then glances around as the others begin to stare at him. "Forgive my silence. Its just this is all just a lot to take in and process in one day. I only "woke up" today and with all i heard here today as well as some fragments of my own memory. It's a lot to take in in such a short time." He then looks at the Dwarf once again. "Do you know what happened at the place I came from? I can recall some fragments but a lot of it is still missing."