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Eamon pipes in Thrice-Shrouded Necropolis? Hmmm, well if that doesn't sound like a cheery place, I don't know what does! The proud Taldian smirks. And if I wanted to talk to a raving woman, I'd pay mother a visit! It may be stale and boring.. Eamon, literally pats his mouth, as if to hide a yawn. but, my vote is; lets go visit this intellectual ..that's to say tomorrow. After we've had supper and a nights sleep. My stomach seems to be recovering it's appetite.
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After some discussion and a good night's rest, the group wanders out first thing in the morning to visit the wayward alchemist. It doesn't take much to find the man and his shop, or what used to be his shop. A cramped, single-room establishment full of empty shelves. A sign is posted across the windows. "Closed for business."
A voice yells from the inside. "I don't sell nothing no more!"
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He grins, "So, you have heard that I have had seen visions then. Yes. Yes. It is all true. A divine power has spoken to me. Promising me power if I provide my customers with a little bit of experimental alchemy. I am the chosen one! It is a shame that the people misunderstand my experiment and have been poisoned as a result. Simple minds don't truly understand the heights of this powerful alchemy!" He goes into a little bit of detail about his experiments, rambling on about how much of a genius he is.
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"Well. Turns out we have two raving mad people to talk about. Seems odd though, and I wouldn't discount divine inspiration"
"Just yesterday we found evidence of a power or spirit looking to build an army of undead. If that spirit felt this alchemist was a means to accomplish that again..." his voice trails off. "That could have dire consequences for those people who were poisoned"
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Feeling intimidated, the supposedly crazed alchemist slowly and reluctantly hands the journal back to Alexis. Having a bit more time to digest the information, you are able to note that some spells are written into the book: memory lapse, spectral hand, and pain strike. Interestingly enough, the journal it references ancient markets the experimental necromancer frequented to procure supplies, as well as her service to the Pharaoh of Forgotten Plagues. This would certainly help in identifying the location of the Dungeon of the Ever-Dying.
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This temple is the largest in the city. It boasts a massive courtyard where the faithful congregate to pray under the open sun. The gold plating on the surrounding buildings focuses the rays of the sun inward on a tremendous altar at the center of the courtyard, it's been told that the heat at the apex is so intense that the priests require protective magic to survive giving their sermons.
One of the side buildings that provide shelter from the sun is the hospice wing. Inside you are able to find Mauta, the woman mentioned in the briefing as you are escorted to by a priest named Herhut. Mauta lies in a small room separate from the other patients, and her mad screams echo through the halls. The priest explains that Mauta started rambling in garbled Ancient Osiriani shortly after arriving at the temple. They are doing their best to care for her, but they are unable to ease her wild ramblings and hallucinations. She is strapped down to her bed, in her mad state, she yells incoherently, as if she's lost the ability to speak properly.
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Alexis takes a moment to listen to the poor woman, her expression a mixture of detachment and concern.
"'Seek'...'she'...'spiral'...'death'...I can barely understand most of what she's saying. *I* can barely understand! ME!" She finally exclaims to the others in seeming disbelief. She turns back to the madwoman, and edges closer to her bedside. "Nonetheless, maybe I understand enough."
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With perseverance from the group in attempting to calm her to her senses, she begins to speak slower. Perhaps she understands you, and wants to help, but her madness has not left her. She continues to repeat her words, but she speaks with a bit more clarity.
من به دنبال کسی هستم که مارپیچ مرگ را می پوشد! من احساس حضور او را دارم! خادمان خورشید سعی داشتند فرشته ها را مخفی کنند، اما آنها باقی مانده اند! آنها کجا هستند؟!"
[spoiler=Kn. Religion DC 10] “spiral of death” is reminiscent of Pharasma, the Lady of Graves, whose holy symbol is a spiraling comet.
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After hearing Alexis translate the woman's ravings..Eamon says..The spiral of Death does indicate Pharasma it seems, but what of these servants of the Sun? That...seems to point to worshipers of Sarenrae...How do these pieces fit together?
Eamon ponders for a moment and says, I vote, We go back to Obahar to report our findings. I'd like to find out what, he thinks about all this before, we go hunting undead in a necropolis.
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Driven by a search for answers, the group overrules Eamon's suggestion and heads straight towards the necropolis.
Priests of Pharasma, the Lady of Graves, oversee a large graveyard and several small shrines surrounding it. For reasons unknown to anyone, the necropolis possess some unique traits: the sun’s light shines weakly upon it, causing the graveyard to be dimly lit even on the brightest days, every sound made in this area is difficult to her, almost as if everything is muted.
Oddly enough, everybody feels calm and emotionless when wandering the necropolis.
When you arrive, you are immediately greeted by a mid-ranking priestess. "Good day, I am Renofre, have you come here to pray?"
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Edmund allows the others in the part to introduce themselves, before filling a logical part of the conversation with his own introduction"My name is Edmund DeCarth of the Verduran Wood."
Desna, grant me guidance
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"My companions and I have been investigating a series of interesting events throughout the city. Interestingly, many of those we have talked to have mentioned Pharasma in passing. Have you seen an increased interest or reverence for Pharasma over the past several days? "
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"Unfortunately that has not seem to be the case, our business has not seen any increased interest. Nothing unusual happens here."
Eamon listens carefully while asking Iomedea for guidance
Eamon clears his throat, The ut' um..atmosphere of this place, it is most unusual. Being a servant of Iomedea, I'm not familiar with much of the teachings of the Lady of graves. Could you enlighten me as to why the feeling, of this place is so peaceful and the lighting so un-natural? Eamon pauses for a moment and adds, Oh yes...and what are your duties here priestess? We have heard mention of "the spiral of death" in some of our investigation. We naturally thought of your order but, now I'm unsure if we didn't presume too much.
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Eamon growing impatient with the less than forth coming priestess says, Let me be plain. We believe a Doru Div or the spirit of a Doru Div has come back and started haunting the new excavations beneath the city. This 'Div' was most likely tortured by The A woman Pharaoh know as the Pharaoh of the forgotten Plagues. This Pharaoh was also a powerful Necromancer who may be trying to reach out from beyond the grave herself. We found evidence of this from a crazed alchemist and a raving woman in a lunatic Asylum. Now, you can stand there and act as if the world doesn't exist... and the problems of the rest of the city are none of your concern. Or you can furrow your little forehead together and begin to think about what the clergy of Pharasa might have to aid us in discovering and putting a stop to a possible cataclysmic event by outsiders and undead. Do you hear me priestess! It's time to act or at very least reveal any information that might help us! Starting with this Dungeon of the Undying.