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"Perhaps you are confused, Sir, there is nothing left beyond this room of the library. While it may be enough for me and the other librarians, and we would be more than happy to provide what little shelter we have to you might heroes, there is simply not enough room here to house the host you intend to bring up to fight the demons.
Fenna, the librarian who was forced to stack the books,and the other librarians thank you profusely for saving them; they point out the spellbook and give it to you as a reward for the rescue. The librarians relate a sad tale, Blackwing was destroyed by a horrific abomination-a man made of worms who used magic and enslaved demons to smash the structure down. They suspect that the worm took several treasures from the ruins before he left, but are unsure what specifically he took. They such see no reason to keep the secret that this location was a Riftwarden stronghold, since they know that all the Riftwardens who were stationed here are dead. They do know that the head librarian, a man named Quednys Orlun, was up near the Cathedral of Saint Clydwell at the time of the disaster. They haven't heard from him since, but there's a chance he may still be alive. The librarians would rather remain here for now to guard the remaining books-the main hall is a strong and safe place as long as they don't open the doors for anyone else. Recognizing Aravashnial, the librarians cling to Kenabres's last Riftwarden and beg him to stay with them to protect them. He does so, thanking you all for helping him reach this location and promising to aid them in the future as best he can.
When Aravashnial learns of the building's destruction, he becomes despondent, collapsing to his knees in despair.
If we're in the south-east the library shouldn't be more that a few blocks from here.
"The horrors of the world wound will only continue to expand if we sit around her gawking. We should head to the Blackwing. Knowledge will be our greatest asset in this war."
The last injured vulture takes flight and flees. Concerned for your well being Aravashnial rush forward as quick as he can, a slender wand grasped tightly. "Here let me help."
Fenna, the librarian who was forced to stack the books,and the other librarians thank you profusely for saving them; they point out the spellbook and give it to you as a reward for the rescue. The librarians relate a sad tale, Blackwing was destroyed by a horrific abomination-a man made of worms who used magic and enslaved demons to smash the structure down. They suspect that the worm took several treasures from the ruins before he left, but are unsure what specifically he took. They such see no reason to keep the secret that this location was a Riftwarden stronghold, since they know that all the Riftwardens who were stationed here are dead. They do know that the head librarian, a man named Quednys Orlun, was up near the Cathedral of Saint Clydwell at the time of the disaster. They haven't heard from him since, but there's a chance he may still be alive. The librarians would rather remain here for now to guard the remaining books-the main hall is a strong and safe place as long as they don't open the doors for anyone else. Recognizing Aravashnial, the librarians cling to Kenabres's last Riftwarden and beg him to stay with them to protect them. He does so, thanking you all for helping him reach this location and promising to aid them in the future as best he can.
When Aravashnial learns of the building's destruction, he becomes despondent, collapsing to his knees in despair.
The elf could go on and on speculating but he tries to keep it concise.
TotIL: The Templars of the Ivory Labyrinth are a secretive society of Baphomet worshippers. It is from the coded messages between different cults that their name arises, as in these messages they always refer to themselves as Templars of the Ivory Labyrinth They always keep their allegiances to Baphomet concealed and the secret societies they found often appear harmless or innocuous. The rituals and teachings of Baphomet are normally handed down from generation to generation within the politically influential families which form the backbone of each city's Templar cult.
"Fine Sam, but truly I miss my sight. I've supposed for some time that the Templars of the Ivory Labyrinth had infiltrated many mercenary companies, but if these two men are cultists then it is imperative we bring them to the surface with us! Finally proof that the crusade has been infiltrated!" Even with only half of his face visible under the bandages Aravashnial gets a nearly crazed look on his face.
The elf chuckles at the words of the young budding witch, "Unlikely my dear. I've supposed for some time that the Templars of the Ivory Labyrinth had infiltrated many mercenary companies, but if these two men are cultists then it is imperative we bring them to the surface with us! Finally proof that the crusade has been infiltrated!" Even with only half of hos face visible under the bandages Aravashnial gets a nearly crazed look on his face.
The elf thanks Tess for her kind help but seems somewhat disturbed by the turn of events with the mad dwarf. He keeps out of it unless directly asked his opinion.
Truthfully I've had enough of this cavern and would rather be on our way to the surface. I long for the sun as much as any of you.
"While a trip back to the temple would be a long one, I fear that if we press on much farther that we wont be able to make it. We've got a few days worth of food... so starving wont be a problem. Can anyone make water?"
The elf hisses back "No I didn't have a chance to read my spell book this morning..." He seems unconcerned with the darkness. "Sudden magical darkness underground... Watch out for attacks from above!"
"Well that's more of the colloquial term for them, while the rumors have persisted for nearly 100 years about there existence very little is actually know about them." Aravashnial lets his hands move across the rough surface of the stone statue. He face a little to the left of Haroon, trying to line himself up with the source of the sound. "That would have been about 4630 AR"
Once he learns about the statues in this room, Aravashnial becomes very intrigued.
We’ve always heard stories of the Mole People that dwell beneath the city, but these statues here gives significant credence to the tale. I assume they were carved by the children.”
Once he learns about the statues in this room, Aravashnial becomes very intrigued.
We’ve always heard stories of the Mole People that dwell beneath the city, but these statues here gives significant credence to the tale. I assume they were carved by the children.”
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"Wait... what was that?" He staggers back, away from an almost inaudible sound.
"Oh I'm sure some have managed to survive... we did find the remains of a camp after all... Something must be living down here." The blind elf moves slowly as he is guided to the nearest statue. A smile crosses his face as his fingers move across the smooth stone. "As far as what 'deformities' they might have, thats a very good question. Its something I wold love to see myself."
Once he learns about the statues in this room, Aravashnial becomes very intrigued.
We’ve always heard stories of the Mole People that dwell beneath the city, but these statues here gives significant credence to the tale. I assume they were carved by the children.”
"Yes this place would make a very comfortable hold out, who know what other dark vermin wander these caverns. If we cleanse this place then surly we could always come back here if the need arose."
"Yes this place would make a very comfortable hold out, who know what other dark vermin wander these caverns. If we cleanse this place then surly we could always come back here if the need arose."
He swallows again. "Truly? You bear the mark? The Sign of the Seeker's Spiral?" He reaches out for Tess's hand. His voice comes out as a quick and excited wispier barely audible even in the nearly empty chamber."Then I must tell you more of our order, but not here not now. I can tell you this though, we are dedicated to protecting the boundaries of the planes themselves. We protect what few can even comprehend for if we fail and the force we oppose succeeds,all of the material plane could become a place such as the worldwound is, a tear in the plane itself." He looks solemnly at Tess clearly wishing he could see the young woman. "If i should fall before we return to the surface you must go to the Librarium of the Broken Black Wing you will find more of us there who can teach you more."
"You told us you were a Riftwarden. I um, I was wondering what that is? I've, ah, I've read the name before, but I can't remember where. Is it old sorcery?" He seems uncomfortable with your question, and swallows hard before opening his mouth to speak. Closing it and opening it again. "Riftwarden, ah yes I did say that didn't I..." He squirms slightly in his seat. "I am a member of the organization though its membership is not something one typically advertises. Giving this intense situation I may a said more then I should have."
Sits near Tess and Anevia quietly listening to their talk. He'll eat the mushrooms though stay away from the maggot flesh. "My thanks for the food, though I don't eat the flesh of any creature."
At the inquires to his comment Aravashnial seems to stand up a little straighter. [b]"Oh yes, there have been rumors and stories of them hailing back from the second crusade..."[b]
"Not unheard of though. He is the god of dwarves and it makes sense to build his temple below ground. What I'm curious about is if the mole people worship him... "
"A wise practice I'm sure master Haroon." The blind elf gives a sage nod. He turns and looks off to Sam's right. "Lad, we've all had a terrible experience today. Some more traumatic then others, but berating your companions for exercising cation before entering a possibly dangerous situation benefits us little. Survival here in the subterranean depths we have found ourselves in."
"Yes this place would make a very comfortable hold out, but do you want to remain in a desecrated temple on the first night after a demonic invasion?"
"I fear the longer we remain in this part of the caver the more creatures will find us. We should see if we can find some sort of shelter. Something more substantial then that campsite we wandered through. Lead on dwarf."
"I'm a conjurer by trade a merchant who sometimes helps crusaders by casting spells or identifying items for them. Though I have tried to encourage others like me to more directly aid the cause." He frowns as if remembering something unpleasant. "I've had little success though... He trails off as if lost in thought.
A man's moans can be heard not too far off. The elf's features are a ruined and burned mess. His face torn and bloody and where his eyes should be only empty and torn holes remain.
"Thank you but perhaps it would be better if I serve as Anevia's leg and she my eyes. I fear that there me yet be dangers before we climb to the surface."
Aravashnial clearly is used to being in command and his mood is worsened by his sudden loss of sight. Anevia's willingness to help is met with reluctant acceptance. Pollux's chastisement however seems to get to him. "Perhaps I spoke to quickly. It is hard to judge a man by sound alone. I am the wizard Aravashnial, a Riftwardern of some skill. If you listen to me I can get us all out of here alive."
"Perhaps we should take stock of or skills and what equipment we have on hand. What skills do you all have? What experience in battling the unending horde of demons?" The blind elf pulls himself to his feet, moving slowly towards the talking. "One of you will need to assist me."
"Hold up. Who are you all exactly? Thank you for your help but we're in the middle of an attack and you want to follow a devil worshiper into the endless dark before us. Perhaps we should take stock of or skills and what equipment we have on hand. What skills do you all have? What experience in battling the unending horde of demons?"
"Anevia, don't get everyone worked up over nothing but old wive's tales." The elf seems to have regained most of his composure after being healed. "No one's seen nor heard of any mongrels down here for years."
"Ohhh..." A man's moans can be heard not too far off. The elf's features a ruined mess. His face torn and bloody and where his eyes should have been are bloody holes.
"My eyes... He turns his head about trying to look at you as you staunch the bleeding. "They're gone aren't they? The elf appears to resigned to his blindness. Tell me true. The last thing I saw was the lash of a demon. Does the city still stand? Did we repel their attack?"
"Ohhh..." A man's moans can be heard not too far off. The elf's features a ruined mess. His face torn and bloody. |
