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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Aug 2, 2020 22:48:11 GMT
"Fascinating. Horrifying but fascinating."
Herneiros scratched his beard as he considered the situation, then politely said, "Forgive Thornheart-like brusqueness, but please help me collect all the stones. We must remove them from the village before the gods grow weary of my ugly face."
He took a nearby money bag and placed the stone inside. "I would destroy it, but I have very clever idea for our elementalist..."
Herneiros began moving from door to door in search of the strange artifacts.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 2, 2020 22:54:45 GMT
After twenty minutes or so he has about fifteen. They make a much louder resonating hum as they get nearer to each other. Elise stopped at the last house as the pair saw a very old tattered book. It had the thickness and leather binding of a dictionary or some such giant tome.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 2, 2020 22:58:10 GMT
Thalia heads over calmly, trying to keep an eye out for any subsequent potential ambushes. She clears the rubble off the path while it’s still a single spells so it will be easier for the party go forward in the future. The woman is trying to crawl away as the sorceress and other adventurers approach, but she gives up once she sees she looks utterly ridiculous. |
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Aug 2, 2020 23:04:09 GMT
Herneiros frowned, wishing he could read any language except Elven. Still...
"Elise, could you tell me anything about that book right there?"
He stood away from it, holding tight to his bag of ancient nightmares.
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Aug 2, 2020 23:12:25 GMT
“Good of you to join us, I thought you might leave early.” Thalia said looking down at the woman, “you’d be wise to get talking, numbers, plans, bosses, that sort of thing.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 2, 2020 23:21:10 GMT
Herneiros frowned, wishing he could read any language except Elven. Still... "Elise, could you tell me anything about that book right there?" He stood away from it, holding tight to his bag of ancient nightmares. She looked at it then gingerly picked it up. “It has an old style preservation spell on it,” she said. “Pretty common for rare books, guess that’s why it’s in such good shape.” She went to open it but she struggled. “Has a locking spell too. Strange.” |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 2, 2020 23:27:25 GMT
“Good of you to join us, I thought you might leave early.” Thalia said looking down at the woman, “you’d be wise to get talking, numbers, plans, bosses, that sort of thing.” The woman hissed as her broken leg bled. Not a good sign for her long term health. “You’re the Lisandrian,” she muttered. “Thought you all were overrated.” She looked at the other approaching adventurers. “It ain’t us you need to worry about so much apparently,” she said through choking, “one o’you already put some bullets into Archelaus. There’s fifteen or so of us,” she admitted, apparently too hurt to try lying. “And Boss’s Mist experiment’s worked too well. I’ll let that be an unwelcome surprise for you... Thalia and those nearby saw Mist floating gently down the cliff, turning away at the edge of Herneiros’s barrier spell. “That was a nifty trick though,” she admitted. “When the Vault’s guardians killed you we would skip in and take the prize. That’s what we got paid for anyway. Before we knew what this was really about.” |
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Aug 3, 2020 1:42:11 GMT
"Hmmm... grab it. Later, we shall attempt to read ancient recipe for barnacle broth."
With the last of the Mist artifacts, they began making his way back towards Thalia and her own encounter.
He spoke to Elise as they walked down the road. "So this Academy of yours... do they ever speak of Leuwinmorgh?"
Herneiros had seen modern spellbooks. He had tremendous difficulty imagining his heart's father writing such a thing, but he was curious what sort of reputation the ancient elf had outside the Elven community. In his mind, he imagined a tiny museum filled with trophies brought back from the Mist and a little dwarf curator with little spectacles.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 3, 2020 3:56:40 GMT
Elise nodded as she carried the book while he had the jewels. The Odyssey could still be seen out in the bay as the enemy warship sat silent. “Of course we’ve heard of Leuwin the Last,” she said. “The only person to intentionally fight a Mistlord in over a century. He’s contributed more research to the Academy than ten other Reclaimers. The rumor is he’s the last of a dying breed, the kind of elf who would storm hell if needed. I’ve never met him but I know he talks to Lord Arslan from time to time.”
The dark haired woman frowned as they approached the other adventurers. “Not to sound arrogant or ungrateful,” she said, “but this seemed...a bit easy, didn’t it? I’ve only gone to the Continent once but...I don’t know, the boglops didn’t even seem like they understood we were a threat.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Aug 3, 2020 4:19:04 GMT
Herneiros stopped and turned to face her with a harsh expression. "I was there when Leuwinmorgh lead the Mist Hunters against the Kraken. I saw a dozen good hunters screaming as they were melted by its black acid while we tried to save all of us from its terror... so when you give only my father credit for trying what dozens tried and died to, it is an insult to the courage of my fallen friends. All of us intended to kill the Kraken... put that in the next book they write about him..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 3, 2020 5:11:54 GMT
Elise listened to his outburst impassively. “Of course he had a war party,” she said, “and their sacrifice is Noble. But just as no one will remember the names of the crew of the Odyssey save the captain or the warriors who helped the heroes of old slay the Mistlords before the collapse of the world, such is the way of history. Leuwinmorgh has survived two hundred years or more on Thessali. No one else has a third that time on the continent, even the craziest of elf warriors.”
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Aug 3, 2020 5:20:53 GMT
“And what is this really about? “ she asked looking at the woman and expected an answer again, “I don’t like surprises, you’d best tell me.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 3, 2020 7:27:56 GMT
The woman was silent except for her pained breathing a second before she answered. “It’s about the end,” she said finally. “Humanity’s last breath. Or that’s what they keep saying. You ever have an employer who’s just a total asshole?” She chuckled in a gurgling rasp. “They’ve got an ambush planned,” she added, “near the lake. Worse in the temple. The good looking sorcerer came up with some abomination to turn loose.” She coughed. “I didn’t see it but my cousin said it’s like a nightmare turned to flesh.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Aug 3, 2020 15:55:17 GMT
"Yes." She eyed the bauble again then said, in a quiet voice "I saw something like those green lights before. It was letting out something like mist, the same as these. Only, it was at a party. I thought it was just a rare gem. But it's not, is it?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 3, 2020 16:09:37 GMT
The young man shook his head. “No,” he whispered, “it’s not jewelry at all. It looks like...like an actual doomsday weapon.” He put the bauble away and then sheathed his sword. “And they probably have a bigger one up ahead.” Silvia saw a gigantic dark shape in the sky to the south, past the Odyssey even. It’s mostly in the clouds so its shape is impossible to discern. “I wonder why they abandoned their ship like that,” he added, seemingly out of nowhere.
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