Diabolist

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1 post. Alias of Herkymr the Silly.


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From across the room a lithe female glides to where the group of you stand talking.Her clothing is of exquisite and form fitting; it shimmers and ripples as if it isn't completely of this plane. She looks at Inyl and then at Malgrim and Borsa each in turn. Glancing at David she dismisses him with a brief wave of the hand which he acknowledges with a bow and hurries away.

Inyl:
A faint buzzing wracks your brain momentarily as the stranger looks at you and then you here in the language of the shadow plain ....Greeting from the great wyrm.You have not nor will you be forgotten. with a slight condescending tone the voice continues I feel your mark still, your brand of shame and betrayal. The great one offers a chance to redeem your family and remove your brand.Find me at the lightning burnt oak outside of town tonight if you accept the offer. I will wait there for one hour at midnight.

Malgrim - will save dc 13--if successful read:
...you hear a low chuckle of a lightly calloused voice. It resounds only in your head and your peripheral vision tells you that no one else seems to be hearing it. "You are more than you appear and yet so simple. The great wyrm may have use of you yet but time will tell. The forests have more than one danger and more than one way for it to solve the problem. Careful what you agree to before you know the ramifications that will result."

Malgrim if save fails:
nonlethal damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Your head feels like someone has let you drink to much ramboozle last night and the hangover has just crashed down. You know it is only a feeling but it leaves you feeling just a bit off kilter.

Borsa. I see you are entertaining the guests with stories. Well the cache maybe more than a story but it may not. The lumberjacks however need to learn what is and isnt allowed. Maybe you should lead the next group so you can "Know" yourself what will continue to happen. Domman was one of your friends until he took your place on the last excursion. Now he is mad and you write him off like nothing was ever between the two of you. No honor and no sense of loyalty. I hope something untoward doesn't happen to you With a dry sardonic chuckle carrying a heap of malice behind it, she mockingly bows and says I am but Miasol and I am only a messenger, a harbinger if you will of others of fate.