Repo mission 22 - investigation of Manor House. 1 live catch (category unstable - recommend termination), 1 collection of books (classification blue), 1 collection of notes (classification red), assorted sundries (classification white)
Temporary loss of one Darkive agent in process, revival fees aplit amongst team.
(The wheeled cart contains a humanoid wrapped tightly in a bedsheet with caution tags affixed. The balance of materials are stacked around the rest of the cart.)
A white robed messenger steps up to you holding a shiny stone with a centralized button. After depression a small hole opens in the stone projecting an image on a nearby wall.
A mithril clad halfling seated on an overstuffed leather chair before a large bookshelf. He wears an infernaly stylized smoking jacket over the armor. The Halfling removes his spectacles and speaks.
"Hello, I know there are are many pressing issues at hand these days. Wars, plagues, robberies, and etc. My name is Meridoc and I would like to help you. You see Pathfindering is hard work, and dangerous items might land in the wrong hands. Here at the Darkive we specialize in the location, recovery, and treatment of dangerous texts. But moreso, we CARE the most about our members. Led by the most passionate Faction Leader in Absolom's history, the Darkive has a personal interest in you, your training, and your personal career path. In fact we have just added a specialized wing dedicated to the study and disect.. um well being of our agents. Sure these other guys have a lot of grandious ideas, but here at the Darkive we .. care .. about You. Come join us...
Direct all inquiries at the Darkive to the humanoid resources department, special projects, marketing and information release. Cell 4503269
Message ends, the white robed figure walks down the street 20 yards, and restarts the object
I know its not cannon, but this name works for me. As there is a whole area on the northwest side of the grand lodge previously dedicated to dark studies (and very damaged some time ago) I was wondering what people thought about how the Darkive would look and its location.
(Just the looks, nothing else.)
Personally, my mind seems to hinge in the dark gothic architecture of good ole Cheliax. Rows of tables (uncluttered) attended by numerous indentured librarians. The upper gallery playing soft music. While the more delicate tomes are stored in strengthened lower vaults. Hellknight guardians patrol the site and grounds looking to expunge unwanted guests.
But like I said Im wondering about other views.
One librarian to rule them all
Hi I'm Meridoc you may remember me from "the law offices of Meridoc Esquire" and "New vacations in beautiful lawful Cheliax."
I'm here at an undisclosed location for the grand opening of the Darkive. Yes its one word for those in the know. Its early but the tents are already starting to line up from the faithful. Maybe well get some interviews from those in line of their hopes and dreams of the best little adult bookstore in Absolom.
So I know you go into bars, yeah don't deny it. You go there and hit up the bartender for the latest news...just like everyone else, every day, every hour, gods he must be the most underpaid overworked information broker ever. But instead of rumor hunting, what is the rumor YOU want to spread?
Mine - I hear vast wealth can be found beneath three blue rocks northwest of Nerosyn. If you happen to find these rocks speak the magic words, "oppa locka knocka who!" and piles of wealth will rain down on you. If you don't happen to get it right the first time, try it again...louder until you get it right. If you happen to encounter demons, just ask them where the treasure is..they're often helpful.
One of those messenger boys which you can never find during a mission but are thick as thieves when Drandle Dreng sends out summons skips up to you. Siirrr some crazy laughing elven chap told me to spread these around the lodge. A gold leaf embossed note card bearing a wax seal of a Tankard with the Taldan crown in the center. Upon opening you find the following.
I lived through it! Well Gloriana got me once, but the raise was a blast.
Festivities will include but are not limited to
...after all when haven't you been attacked at a party?
A suggestion or invitation depending on your nature.
As a few of us either by wayward wanderings from Kyonin or errant forlorn congregate within the city of Absolom, it occurs to me an elven enclave seems natural within the society. Although its not present now, perhaps in time (in 10, 100, or 1000 years) it would be possible. So we begin today.
We the long lived few, strong in magic, slow to anger, swift to vengeance, and never deliberate in our ways. I would offer you respite within the walls of the Eben Glade. The glade is a townhouse purchased in Westerhold, and from my map I would place it at the farthest northwest corner of the city. Even well into the trees would be my preference.
The Enclave's purpose
Duties of membership
When I am strolling through the park, delving some ruin, or just on a date with that special someone...I tend to think of my favorite Chelaxian tunes.
You've got that infernal healing
Feel free to add yours
A finely engraved invitation to the show pomp and circumstance arrived at noon last week. Though you may have heard of the show, the letter's weight and perhaps the gold lettering took to your vanity. Had not someone mentioned it during tea? No matter the coach brought you safely here. Many a fine carriage was lined with regal guest hopping into the establishment. The lights dimmed the curtain arose....oh my.
A fashionably dressed elf sits behind a wide bar. His coat is of velvet crochet, with by Abadar fine gold buttons each one appearing as a Taldan marker. Oddly enough the Taldan crest also seems to move around slowly across his coat (sometimes cenetered on the back, sometimes on the sleeve, or on the left front pocket. His shirt and pants appear of a silken quality. Both hemmed in gold..or was that silver. A pair of fine shoes likely just purchased today round out the ensemble. He does not appear armed, which is good.
More oddly around the perimeter of the stage (behind the bar). there are a host of chefs turning out a variety of foods. The fellow speaks.
"Forgive my amusement,. We elves are known by race for merriment, so I am oft required to act the part. My invitation was to theater..so here we are. It was of course named pomp and circumstance - well we're all Taldan here so that takes care of one and the circumstance is my query to you.
Who wants some Rum! My name is too difficult in the tongues of men, so I've chosen the alias Righty. Many of you know me as the Marquis du Ruum. A merriment of the monarch for services rendered...well lets be honest shipments of Ruum.
Do come up on stage I promise noone will be the wiser. I've spent a few favors to have any unwanted spies and prying eyes disposed off. I daresay the local slave quarter is conveniently placed here in Absolom. And, if such things are beneath your station...there are masks at each seat.
May I also add, the pheasant is divine (the elf samples one with a flourish). I daresay his shirt was gold before, and has turned to silver.