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Recalling that he was asked about his race, he responds, "I am of the Samsaran people. There are many Oracle's and other magic users amidst my people. Regardless, if you have other questions that I might answer I will surely do what I can for you. There was a question or two that I was to commune with my deity regarding, if you wish to add to the list, you may wish to do so soon, for I can only attempt this, at its best, once per day."
"Haha, yes, you and your side quest notions. Well, as I said, you may find a druid or two to the east, south of the forked tree between here and the Temple of Magdh...yes I know about that place. Beyond that, I think you should visit the temple and gain a few skills to aid your quest. There is a troubling bear to the south of here, but I don't think you want go off killing random animals just because. Especially with one that seeks the druids being in your party. None the less, a job to north also is to be had. They need help building a fence...against an undead foe...be careful. As well, a little further west you may find another enchanted den of wolves...but they may have already left by now. These are options I can easily see from the minds of these refugees."
"You do know, your idol had said nothing about keeping you around, Jaarn. I wouldn't count your hatches before they chicken...I said that correctly, right?"
"Not at all, Young man...", looking at the empty space beside Jaarn. "I am of a race that is reincarnated after death, in this current form, from birth of this body till now, it has been more than 300 years of relative time. I probably confused you a little...suffice it to say, at my highest peak of study as an Oracle Seer of the Mystery of Time, I stop aging completely. I may have lived a long time, but my body will no longer age. I hope this answers your question, young Jaarn of Higraratsu Village." Looking directly at Jaarn, "You are so far from home here, must have taken a position with the guard from the Golden Hand. How long have you been in their service, young man?"
"These people are going here and we are west of the city about half a day (mumbling) and I thought I was the bind one. They left to the east...the druids...I saw that confused look. In fact if you head east to the forked tree you will find a path leading south...You may find one still camping near a wolves den there...just a thought for food...did I get the saying right? Regardless, what I can tell you about the Golden Hand, the Elves of the North, the Usurpers of the Free Peoples of Inastgradt, what this land used to be called...this knowledge could span the contents of a volume of books...you'll need to be more specific on what you wish to know. Once again you ask a question that has a vast amount of data...If I were to type it all on my dusty dead Mac Book Pro, it would span many terabytes...of simply word documents. You'll need to either be specific or offer to study under my tutelage for a...hehe, time. Ah, know we come to a question I would need to ask my deity...I'll wait on it for when others have asked their questions."
"Yes, Dumbledore number two in his starring role as the terror of Bilbo, the Ring Bearers Father. I'm sure we all can have a big lol about this later...unless you prefer a cutscene to my interactive dialogue akin to some new video game on your new console system. Did they come out with PlayStation VR yet? Regardless, you all seem close enough to your new spawn point, one moment..." he begins focusing really hard, you feel time slowing around you, then, just as a bird flying by simply stops moving all together, a bright flash of light and you are all at the entrance to a secluded slum built from dumped building materials. Many older and poor people line the small streets just outside their makeshift homes. The sickly members of your group are being healed by the blind seer and he directs them down the street to the center of the town where someone seems to be directing things. He looks directly at Jerimiah, "Young man, I know this is new to you and all, but you must, as Lanx puts it, 'Gather your courage', for there are many more things ahead that may test your mettle. My good man, I will gladly offer you first questions...but I warn, if I do not already know the answer, we only have a short window to ask my deity the questions before I am unable to commune with him for the remainder of the day. I might not speak your Germanic Dialect but I understand you just fine. Not unlike Daniel Jackson of the SGC. So what questions have my good Mr. Spilane? Am I pronouncing it correctly?"
You all were talking to the old man from the village, and just after you turn to talk to Lanx, you hear an ancient man's voice...much older than the seasoned Blacksmith from the city. He says, "Lanx Kotan, I never could sneak up on you. Although I never had any reason to. Everyone, my name is Sharazeh Finaak...don't bother trying to figure it out, it's a mix of draconic and elvish...not many would get the joke. You may not know me, but I know you..." pointing right at the rogue "Justin," directly at the woman in the group, "Toby," pointing at the summoner, "Brian," pointing at the samurai, "Dmitri" motioning with an open palm to the magic user, "and the Unlettered Arcanist, Jerimiah, of course. You all have many questions, I can tell...even though I am blind." Pointing to his milk white eyes "For now, let us get away from this dreary place, gather round your nearest old man...to qualify, he must be at least 300 years old. Sorry, Bjorn Scojelstadt of Niversthgardt..." Looking directly at the old man from the city "...blacksmiths don't get that old, usually. Hey, I see that look, you rogue, keep it sheathed...I am friend not foe. Now gather closer to this ancient man, don't want to strain me too much do you?" |
