"I know going into the Mournland is dangerous," says Elaydren. "But we must get the creation schema before anyone else."
"We appreciate your candor; let us also hear the structure of the deal you are offering? Inter-House goodwill you & I can speak to separately, but that won't be enough to fund an expedition like this."
"I will fund the expedition," Lady Elaydren says.
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"I will go on this. Then again, I can be fixed with a hammer and nails." he says, looking especially at the softer ones in the gorup.
"I will go also, but can we settle the details somewhere else?"
"Hmm. I know of a place where we can be without the Lord of Blades wondering where we are," Lady Elaydrin says. "If you are uncomfortable with the Red Light District, now is the time to tell me."
"I will go on this. Then again, I can be fixed with a hammer and nails." he says, looking especially at the softer ones in the gorup.
Lambda nods. "Likewise. And besides, I have heard of this "Lord of Blades". It sounds as though he is the worst of warforged. To oppose him is worthwhile."
Lia shrugs. "Best to discus things where he cannot interfere.. Will we need horses for our trip overland?"
"You can also go by sea," said the Lady Eladryn.
"Hmm. I know of a place where we can be without the Lord of Blades wondering where we are," Lady Elaydrin says. "If you are uncomfortable with the Red Light District, now is the time to tell me."
"Red lights are fine. Let's just go before we're attacked here again."
"You can also go by sea," said the Lady Eladryn.
"Or, if we are in a hurry, could we take the lightning rail east and purchase horses and supplies on the border of the Mournland?"
"You can."
I am happy that you will finance this expedition...
Beren starts coughing heavily and covers the lot with a handkerchief. When he takes the handkerchief away from his face, a little blood is visible on it. He hastily hides the handkerchief so that no one notices.
...Like I said, I'm happy. But how much will you pay us for the search? The world is full of evil without the Lord of Blades. I could fire a couple of bolts at any evil, not necessarily at this one. What is the reward?
She gives you a backpack.
"All the information you need is in the left pocket of the backpack. Take it and go! Get out of the city as quickly as you can!”
Lady Eladryn groans. "I'll have 2,000 gp transferred into each of your accounts as a reward."
"Hmm. I know of a place where we can be without the Lord of Blades wondering where we are," Lady Elaydrin says. "If you are uncomfortable with the Red Light District, now is the time to tell me."
"Red lights are fine. Let's just go before we're attacked here again."
"You can also go by sea," said the Lady Eladryn."Or, if we are in a hurry, could we take the lightning rail east and purchase horses and supplies on the border of the Mournland?"
"The lady's suggestion though, is more discreet and has fewer points of risk than all the stops of the lightning rail. If we sail, hopefully as far up the river as to Rhukaan Draal, we will be a virtual stones throw from Whitehearth."
Jacen looks around ...
"But let us make haste."
"Jacan's idea has merit. As long as we are careful gaining places on a ship. Less watched and recorded than the rail."
Karsh'e 's expression droops. He agrees slowly, "A ship then. I can leave now."
The mention of 2000 in gold gets his attention, with a small gasp. There is one difficulty. "I don't think I have an account."
"I'm not very experienced with horses. I suspect they may not like going into the mournland. We may need to travel the old fashioned way."
"I'm not very experienced with horses. I suspect they may not like going into the mournland. We may need to travel the old fashioned way."
Thanks to House Sivis, only a half an hour.
If you survive after this journey, Karsh'e, which is unlikely, you will have one. Beren coughs again, nods and agrees to participate in this mission.
"Off to the port then?"
"Let us not waste time."
"Agreed"
"Sounds like fun."
Her face says otherwise.
"Well then, grab your gear and food and water and meet at the docks then..."
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Are you sure you don't want to do a little research?
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"On second thought, perhaps we should research this place and our path more. both historically and rumors and sightings of travelers and adventurers to that area... I just had a vision form my ancestors.."
"So Whitehearth is in the Mournlsnds, but what is it, a castle with a hig fireplace?"
On learning Whitehearth is a town, Karsh'e seems troubled. "A town is a big place to search. Any idea where the schema is in Whitehearth?"
"We find the house Cannith compound and look for the labs. That should be a good start."
"We find the house Cannith compound and look for the labs. That should be a good start."
It's not common knowledge in Sharn, although adventurers going into the Mournland should be appraised of all the dangers. The halflings of House Jorasco would definitely know.
"House Jorasco it is then..."
"And where's House Cannith in Whitehearth?"
Lady Eladryn answers, "It's in the ruins, according to the missive I got from Aeren."
Lady Eladryn answers, "It's in the ruins, according to the missive I got from Aeren."
"So sorry milady ... Aeren?"
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"Yes, Aeren," said Lady Eladryn. "He's alive."
"Yes, Aeren," said Lady Eladryn. "He's alive."
"Is this someone we need to rescue? Do you mean alive in the Mournland."
"So far," said Lady Eladryn.
"Any other questions? We should go talk to a few halflings.."
"So far," said Lady Eladryn.
"What can you tell us about Aeren, so that we'll recognize them if we meet?"
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"So far," said Lady Eladryn."What can you tell us about Aeren, so that we'll recognize them if we meet?"
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"I don't know what he looked like. Presumably, he looks like Baron Merrix, except older," she says.
Let's not get confused. We are not sent for Aeren, but for the creation scheme. We're not saving Aeren, we're just using him if he's useful for the search. The one who chose to live in Mournland... Does not need our salvation.
At the revelation that Aaren d'Cannith is alive, Lambda looks immediately to Escher, as if to ask "did you know this?"
Escher seems as surprised as anybody. "But I'll bet he has some interesting stories..."
"Oh. Baron Merrix. That makes everything clear."
Karsh'e notices the reaction of the warforged. "Who is Aeren d'Cannith to you?"
"I know of Aeren d'Cannith, but I was designed by Merrix d'Cannith."
"Well, shall we go attempt to pry some information out of some halflings, acquire any needed gear and food and such and then make travel arrangements?"
"That sounds good."
The halforc is looking forward to visiting House Jorasco. He had never been in one, had only heard of their hospitality and caregivers expertise. It seemed like a good, quiet sort of avocation, but not the stuff of tale and paean. He was curious. Perhaps there was a different king of story in it.
Karsh'e notices the reaction of the warforged. "Who is Aeren d'Cannith to you?"
He, and his father Merrix" Lambda says, inclining his head toward Escher, "designed the warforged. I had thought he was dead."
He looks quizzical and then chuckles, "No, I meant Merrix, the Son of Aeren, not Merrix the Father of Aeren. He's not dead at all."