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"You rabble roused, ant-licking cappuchin. Curse you, your mother, her mother, and all your seed!"

Will our heroes defeat this cuckoo extremist? Can the MacGuffin be uncovered? Will Derrick get a spanking for his reckless abandon? Did Lander contract a venereal disease from his sordid tryst with a plump midget? Find out NEXT TIME, on Frolicking Faerie Story Time!

For the record, all the Ankhegs have gone, so it's Lander's turn.

Will these beastly bugs bring down our heroes? Will the party make it to the MacGuff... I mean, Black Crystal Shard? Will Kalyna's fair Mare be ok, or will she have to saddle up with Lander? Find out next time, on Frolicking Faerie Story Time!

Quest Complete: Polly Prissy Pants Tea Party Exposition

"Hmmph!"

Derrick crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.

"WhatEVER! I'm so sick of this house! I can't wait until I graduate! UGHHH! I HATE YOU!!!!!!!"

He storms upstairs with his mouth quivering and tears swelling up in his eye sockets.

No one understands me... EVER!

"You've all been informed of our mission, but I'll present the summary. You are to travel to the Black Temple, reach the lower levels, secure the active Black Crystal Shard, and eliminate Ex, if he's present."

"Now let's be clear, information travels fast these days. We have every reason to suspect others are already attempting to plunder the Crystal. If you encounter hostiles in the Temple, be they foreign or domestic, you have the full authority of the Amasian Grand Council of the Magi to deal with them as needed."

"I will now turn the floor over to Dr. Vega for a detailed description of the Shard.".

He sips his tea and sighs. Alaxador looks preoccupied and worried.

Amused at Kalyna's nonchalant demeanor, "Al" chuckles.

"Ho ha ha. Ah, Kalyna, alas, we do not know EVERYTHING about you. What we do know is that you have accomplished the impossible. Something that has eluded our best mages, engineers, and scholars for centuries."

Alaxador draws on his pipe. Noticing Kalyna's disappointment with her own stash, he offers her some of his. The finest blend of Dowlandish Puff. basically, weed but far mellower... like if cannabis and tobacco had a baby that wasn't addictive or carcinogenic

Sensing your curiosity, he pulls out the Figurine and twirls it around the table.

"Yes, yes... oh this figurine? It is absolutely worthless to us. Granted, it is priceless to a collector or historian, but it has no practical application. The remarkable thing was that you opened the Inner Sanctum."

He sighs again. Something is troubling him.

"I'm going to be blunt. We need you to lead an expedition back to the Black Temple and retrieve an artifact from the lower levels. It's a shard of the Black Crystal which once gave great power to both the Temple and the Black Karu, Ex. Now that you've opened the Inner Sanctum, the lower levels are accessible to anyone and it's only a matter of time before..."

"Uh, before the Crystal falls into the wrong hands. It still holds great power after all, even its broken state."

Alaxador realizes he's been yapping without letting you get a word in.

"What say you, Sparrow?"

So, I think Sparrow is like an affectionate nickname used by these people (Amasians, and others) to denote that you're hired to obtain either info or treasure. So, you'll be called this, and may already be used to it. But technically, other people like you would too. But, as we can see, there aren't too many of these Sparrows in Amasia or the surrounding lands. Also, I originally used it to pay homage to our other campaign. I like it though and hope it resonates with you!

"If history is our collective memory, we could be considered, as a people, amnesiacs. For what is known about our past is eclipsed by what is not. The implication is, of course, that ancient societies failed horribly. Not only do they cease to exist currently, but they are all but forgotten. The great irony of such a forgotten heritage is that to prevent our own slide into oblivion we must somehow learn from their mistakes."
-Vedra Vega, Deputy Director of Antiquities at the Great University of Amasia

Please don't go. The drones need you. They look up to you.

"I've spent the better part of the last century amongst the dusty tomes and ancient scrolls in the Great Libraries of Mystera, absorbing all the knowledge I could get my hands on. But one cannot contribute to the pool of knowledge merely by reading the works of others. It's high time I experience this world first hand." Ingodra persuading her Foster Father to allow her to undertake his mission of utmost importance.

"... Ah yes, it's coming back to me. I apologize for seeming defensive, but I've often met with, how shall I say... opposition to my research. I appreciate your offer of transportation. It looks like Kinney here could use a lift!"

Kajiiata knows too well that most layfolk are confused or frightened by what he does. Many have even accused him of seeking to unleash demonic hoards from the Hell planes using the portals. Some of his peers on the other hand don't take him seriously at all, and consider his work nothing more than a waste of time.

Kajiiata remembers more sordid details of the evening, realizing he, Kinney, and JT are now intimately acquainted with one another.

I didn't realize Gnomes were so flexible... errrum...

Plagued with a nasty hangover, a sore jaw, and regret, Kajiiata collects his thoughts and goes forth with his most pressing quest.

"Breakfast sounds absolutely divine. Where's this vendor you speak of?"

"My magic is innate and reflects a focus on the Cosmos. My life's work has been to better understand our place in the Universe and reveal it to the World. The abilities I possess have naturally evolved to further this end. I was born to study the stars and mingle with all of the inhabitants of Creation."