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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 10, 2020 19:25:27 GMT
Her attitude was due to being bored and then suddenly presented with something interesting. "I don't know any who have dealt with him. But the necromancer we consulted seemed about to, and..." She decided not to say that Demetrius was as well, though Leuwinmorph might suspect from the way her eyes flicked toward her friend quickly. "We thought it was a music box at first, then a memory box...and now a planar prison? How do we dispose of it...of him? If I'm not allowed to sell it." She looked very disappointed at that. She could really use the money.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 19:36:27 GMT
“He is gone from it,” Leuwinmorgh said. “If he still uses it it’s because he finds it amusing. You may get gold for it from the Enchanter’s Academy,” he added as an afterthought. “Strange and unique magical items often pique their interest and they’re good friends to make.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 10, 2020 20:18:20 GMT
"Is he gone because Herneiros banished him, or because the thing is so ancient?" She took it back from the massive elf gingerly. The thing was so small in her hands and even smaller in his. Such a tiny thing to cause so much mischief.
"I think that would be the best idea. Get the box out of my hands and gold into them. Gods know it is a very dangerous and tempting sort of thing to keep." She looked at the delicate little box almost reverently before secreting it back into her satchel.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 20:45:48 GMT
“I think he wanted to be banished,” Leuwinmorgh said. “The enchantment on this piece is still plenty strong. Whoever made it knew their craft like few alive today do.” He seemed to get a sudden thought then by his eyelids but he didn’t spell out what it was.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 10, 2020 23:53:47 GMT
Herneiros frowned. "It presented itself as perfectly human, just absurdly skilled in magic. Perhaps one of the texts we found will explain more. It was very knowledgeable about Al-Khial and the chronomancers there... who might be the ones we saw."
He scratched his beard. "Too many riddles answering other riddles. Mother would have loved it." He masked his tinge of a sadness by sipping a bowl of wine.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 11, 2020 0:10:36 GMT
"He wanted to be banished?" asked Demetrius, ignorant to the workings of magic. "Does that mean that Herneiros's spell might have actually freed him, instead of just locking him back into that vessel?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 11, 2020 0:16:47 GMT
“He is back in the underworld, where he belongs,” the elf war chief said. “I believe you did him a service releasing him but it wasn’t altogether by choice. Devils use no win situations all the time. There’s no shame in being misled by one. They’ve had eons to perfect their craft.” He took a gallon of ale and began drinking it. “But tonight we celebrate life for tomorrow we may die!”
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 11, 2020 0:29:33 GMT
Demetrius did not drink during the toast, instead considering his next words. When Leuwinmorgh finished his sip, Demetrius asked, "Leuwinmorgh, have you ever heard of a place called Lake Arawn?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 11, 2020 0:57:22 GMT
“Yes,” the warchief grunted, rather more abruptly. “It’s a dead lake. There was a settlement there for many years before Lord Dominius found it. Now there is nothing. Where did you hear that name?” He asked.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 11, 2020 1:10:24 GMT
"I read about it," He replied, hoping the lie went unnoticed. "Do you know how far it is, or how to get there?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 11, 2020 1:21:13 GMT
Leuwinmorgh didn’t answer, rather his eyes narrowed a bit and he sniffed the air like he was tasting it. “Hm,” he grunted, then he suddenly stalked away.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 11, 2020 1:23:07 GMT
Herneiros looked up from his wine to watch his father leave. Almost out of embarrassment for his guests, he answered the question himself. "It's just a lake. But there was a settlement there once, before I was born. It's pretty far into the Mist though... I think the settlers didn't want to be found, but clearly something found that one. I have never been, but I know which rivers and streams lead to Lake Arawn."
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 11, 2020 1:32:51 GMT
"I'm sorry!" Demetrius pleaded as Leuwinmorgh got up and walked away. "I didn't mean to offend you..." His words fell on deaf ears, and he felt his heart sink in his chest.
Demetrius was nearly ready to call it quits for the night until Herneiros spoke up. "Herneiros, I need to get to that lake." He put a hand on the mans shoulder in a display of honest desperation. Quietly he continued, "I know you say it's just ruins, but there is something else there... something tied to the origin of the mist."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 11, 2020 1:34:34 GMT
Justine did drink, but sputtered a little when Demetrius asked about the lake. "Before you were born? How old do you reckon you are, Herneiros?" She didnt quite meet Demetri's eyes as she asked, instead watching Leuwinmorgh walk away. "Why is he upset? Isnt he an expert on the Mist? It makes sense to have asked him."
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 11, 2020 16:12:17 GMT
Herneiros removed the hand and stood up. "I need to talk to my father alone. He's over two centuries old and has seen more death than any of us can imagine. He has his reasons. I'll be back. Maybe try the wine."
The Huntsman followed after the Grey Raider.
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