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Slipping into the room almost unnoticed is a small, white-haired fellow who looks like a Gnome.
He wears almost exclusively black clothing and is quite furtive, even in supposedly friendly company. A hefty-looking book is strapped to his back. A small dagger is at his belt and various pockets and pouches are strung around his person.
"Hello, hello! My name is Zazu, I am an illusionist. I hope my talents will be useful on this mission!" he says with a smile.
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"Pelar is my homeland, a faraway kingdom typically not shown on maps for security purposes. Few even know of it's existence."
Falcor seems unsure of what to do with the sudden appearance of a Tiefling in his midst, but relaxes his grip on his greatsword when he sees that the adversary means no harm. He glances to the illusionist and catches that he's wearing some sort of disguise. He thinks the illusionist appears a bit too friendly.
"Why the disguise, friend?" he calls to the illusionist, "And what exactly can you do to help us?"
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A half elf dressed in an oriental jerkin sits at the bar drowning his sorrows. He looks furtively into the glass, sighing often. When the discussion comes up concerning one's homeland, Astarton butts into the conversation. "Ulionesta is my home, but she will not have me. A man can love a fish, you know, but where would they live?"
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Faction Missions
This Blakros Museum is possessed of a number of interesting pieces. Weapons are fine, gold is always amusing, but me, I am more intrigued by masks—the more exotic the better. They can prove most useful, especially with so many fascinating balls and parties approaching. Collect for me at least four masks unlike any to be worn by other dilettantes of Oppara this season. Do this and you shall bask in the beneficent radiance of my gratitude.
Honorably,
Baron Jacquo Dalsine
You light the way to a better age with your continued bravery. I can’t express enough how grateful our nation is for your peerless service. We once more have desperate need of your talents. An agent of ours is in peril. His name is Sheg Wraithbane, a half-orc adventurer of note who was keeping tabs on the Blakros Museum for us, posing as a night watchman. We fear for his safety. A strange curse has befallen the place and we’ve no word from him.
Find him. If he lives, bring him safely from that accursed place. If he has perished, then you must bring his collection of keys to me immediately. He wears them on a ring on his belt. I would trust this task to no other. May your sword arm know no equal, may your wits prove thrice as fast as your foes.
Sincerely Yours,
Captain Colson Maldris
You must prove yourself worthy of bliss: something strange is afoot at the Blakros Museum. Evil spirits vex the place and foul mists run its corridors, driving men mad. Driving men mad is a deep interest of mine, as you well know. Find the source of this infestation of power and bring me a sample of it, so I might study it. Do this and you shall know Hell’s most lustful delights.
Deeply Yours,
Paracountess Zarta Dralneen
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Chronicle Sheets
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