25th of Eleasis - Church Invitation
Abbott Tolar of the Church of Lathander today asked for a representative of the Regulators to attend a short meeting in his offce at their earliest opportunity.
No detailed explantion was given for the invitation other than a cryptic message indicating that the Adepts have discovered some information.
If you are interested in attending, please respond to this posting.
-GM
No detailed explantion was given for the invitation other than a cryptic message indicating that the Adepts have discovered some information.
If you are interested in attending, please respond to this posting.
-GM
posted by GM/Brannic | 12:54 PM
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:::Seraph strolls into the Olden's Inn and Tavern for some of their fabulous tea and toast and to partake in a smoke. There he sees Jode, Rohavic, Vig and Jellan sitting around a table enjoying a tankard or two:::
"Ah, my friends it is good to see you."
:::Seraph pulls out a chair and sits down with his friends. Quickly, Mrs. Olden bustles over:::
"Hello Seraph, it is good to see you. Can I get you something?"
:::Seraph smiles warmly at Jode's mother:::
"Mrs. Olden, you know I'm here for some of the best tea in all of Faerun. I thought I could smell some freshly baked bread. Maybe some toast too?"
:::Smiling, Mrs. Olden scampers away to get Seraph his tea and toast. When Jode's mother departs, he addresses his friends:::
"On my way over I ran into one of the acolytes from the church. The acolyte told me that the Abbott would like one of us to see him but gave no exact details as to what it was about. I'm a bit occupied with some research and scroll scribing so I don't have time otherwise I'd speak with him.
I was thinking that one of you might want to see him. What do you think?"
::: Jellen looks up and gobbles down his last biscuit, wipes his mouth on his shirt and then speaks:::
"Seraph, I will go with you. This sounds like fun."
::: Looks around at Jode, Rohavic, Vig to see if they are coming too :::
"Jellan, I am sorry but I will not be able to go with you to see the Abbott."
:::Just then Mrs. Olden arrives with Seraph's tea and toast. Seraph smiles at her as she places the items on the table:::
"Ahh, quite divine Mrs. Olden, thank you!"
:::Seraph turns back to his comrades, takes a sip of his tea and addresses them:::
"Fellows I need the time on my own to scribe and study a bit before we seek Birchnor. I just don't have the time to accompany you. But please let me know how everything proceeds when you have a chance."
:::With that Seraph takes a bite of his toast and continues to sip on his tea:::
:::Seraph finishes the last of his toast and beckons Mrs. Olden for some of her finest pipe-weed:::
"Hey Vig, I'm not sure if Rohavic will be going to the dwarf encampment and I'm concerned about keeping myself armored, at least a little. If you're not doing anything after your meeting with the Abbott, would you mind trekking up to the dwarf encampment to gather my dastana's?
"I'd make it worth your time but I'm a little short on gold these days. Especially, after buying those Tongs of the Armoror and helping to pay for the Tongs of Weaponsmith.
"So what do you think?"
:::Just then Jode's mother returns with some pipe-weed. Seraph's eyes light up as he pulls out his pipe:::
"Bless your soul Mrs. Olden. Ah, there’s nothing quite like the finest pipe-weed in all Faerun!"
:::Seraph begins puffing away. The sweet aroma of Olden Weed permeates the air:::
:::Seraph inhales deeply::: "Ah, even finer then usual. Hey Jode, do you travel with this stuff? You wouldn't be holding out on me would you?"
"You are correct, Seraph my friend. I have been working with the skilled craftsmen from the dwarven encampment. I need to return to obtain the items, and would be happy to bring your dastanas back to town. My role as one of the guardians of the area may require that I take a circuitous route to and from the encampment but I should not be more than a couple of days. I need to verify that the trails are clear."
::: Rohavic stands and brushes crumbs off his shirt:::
"Now, as talented Wood Elves are oft to do, I shall provide Olden's Inn and Tavern with a bit of song to liven up the place. If you like, feel free to join me in "I Shall Tumble for Ye"!!!"
Brannic shakes his head and takes a long draught from his mug of ale. All the while chuckling softly to himself. When he lifts his head from his drink, he sees Rohavic trying to gather other patrons into his rendion of the classic Halfling tune.
Clearing his throat he says to the Regulators at the table, "So then, Rohavic and Vig are headed up to see the Dwarves, and Seraph is going to be busy studying. Jode and Jellen, do either of you care to go find out why the Abbott is requesting our presence? Let me know and I'll go with you. Otherwise I've got some work to do at the butcher shop this week."
-Brannic
Seraph smiles, "Hail you Jode."
:::Seraph then raises his pipe, puffs a smoke cirle from his mouth which forms around Jode's head. The smoke momentarily lingers and changes shape slightly, appearing like small horns on Jode's head:::
"Trust me brother Jode, the Morninglord can only bring you peace and happiness, nothing more.
"Rohavic, where did you learn to sing like that?"
:::As the last few claps/stomps/shouts are heard from within the tavern, Rohavic sits down next to an extremely content-looking Seraph.:::
"So.. before I go, is there anything else you'd like to discuss regarding the Abbott or the church? I have to admit, the existence of that sub-basement, and the things we found and saw there, has given me a bit of the willies. Give me the open sky and trees any day of the week!!! That rummaging around in a hole in the ground can be left to our friends the dwarves. Anyway, what's on your mind?"
:::Rohavic casts an inquisitive look at Seraph and motions for another flagon of ale from one of the serving wenches.:::
:::Seraph smiles intently at Rohavic, pleased with his new friend. Pondering the elf's statements, Seraph lets out a few more puffs from his pipe:::
"Thank you Rohavic for the ale, I am a bit parched."
:::Seraph quickly snatches the tankard from Rohavic’s general area and consumes a swig of ale:::
“I must say, this is quite good but the dwarves up yonder make a better brew. You should sample some when you journey there for your armor.
“Speaking of which, since you’re heading up to see the dwarves would you mind collecting my dastana’s? I can use all the armor I can get. As you can tell, I’m not as young as I use to be.
“I asked Vig also, but I don’t think he heard me. His muzzle was buried in his mug at the time.”
:::Seraph takes another large mouthful of ale:::
“I haven’t heard music like that in a couple decades. Is that what the faerie-kind still listen too? It’s nice, very catchy.”
:::Finishing the ale, Seraph beckons Mrs. Olden over for another flagon:::
“You’re not leaving right now are you Havic? Stay and have another with me. I’ll even buy this round if you’re interested.”
:::Raising an eyebrow, Seraph begins smoking his pipe while waiting for his second mug of ale, hoping that his friend Rohavic will have another with him:::
"I would be happy to bring your datanas to you, my friend. Have they been paid for in full or should I bring some extra coin with me on the trip?"
::: Rohavic stands, makes his way to the bar, orders 3 ales and returns to the table... winking to a very busy Mrs. Olden.:::
"I would also like to discuss our recent excursion into the bowels of the church... are you not curious about the things we saw there? Have you had time to digest the history of our find and any possible tie to the present? I'm interested in your research... quests for knowledge intrigue me. I'll admit, however, that the scholarly life is probably not for me."
::: Rohavic downs a large gulp of ale, then wipes his mouth on his sleeve.:::
"And, while we're at it, how did the nickname "Buttergut" come to be associated with you?"
:::Seraph eyes Rohavic inquisitively:::
"Are you drinking for three? I didn't know elves were that keen about ales. Then again, your people are a bit mysterious."
:::Seraph continues to drink his third ale:::
"Mmm, how I like good ale. Sometimes, there's nothing quite like it."
:::Seraph takes another gulp and ponders Rohavic's questions:::
"My elven friend, you need not worry about any payment for the dastanas. The dwarves accepted our investigation in the mines to be payment.
"Regarding our recent finds, let us speak quietly and in your native tongue.”
:::Whispering, Seraph continues:::
“The townsfolk of Grey’s Deep tend to be a little apprehensive of late with all that has happened to the village. My tale is not for the faint of heart.”
:::Taking another large swig of his ale and a few puffs from his pipe, Seraph continues his conversation with Rohavic in elven:::
“Desiel mellon (ready friend)?
“I forget that you only recently joined the Regulators a few months ago. So, you were not with us when we encountered some minions of Kritchnor.
"We discovered some ancient ruins not too far from Grey's Deep. Vig, our dwarf-friend estimated the ruins age to be near a millennia ago. I gathered from Vig's estimation that the ruins were from the ancient Netherese.
"The Netheril Empire was a society of powerful mages where magic was almost common place. The people were said to have used their powers of magic carelessly. Powerful arch-mages would take the peaks off mountains, turn them upside down, make them float in the air and then make cities on them. That's how powerful their magic was.
"Approximately one thousand years ago their empire collapsed. It is said that a certain mage attempted to become an avatar of the then Mystryl, now known as Mystra. When this happened the weave ceased to exist around the Netherese region. It was then that the Phaerimm destroyed the last remnant of the Netheril. It is even said that the Phaerimm would have destroyed the rest of Faerun had it not been for the intervention of the Sharn.
“Anyway, in those ruins we encountered Nimbus, a sort of golem type creature of a Netherese mage but this automaton had sentience. He was not at all offensive; in fact he assisted several of the Regulators with their martial training.
“This is also where we discovered the Staff of Tavspur. Nimbus told us that Tavspur was a pupil of his masters. At this time I cannot recall the name of Nimbus’ master.
:::Seraph ponders for a moment and puffs away on his pipe:::
“No matter. It would seem that this entire region was once a part of the Netherese Empire. The fact that a component of this staff was right under the town would suggest that this master of Nimbus and Tavspur possibly controlled this entire area.
“I think it would be wise for us to investigate the ruins where Nimbus resides further. However, I feel Kritchnor is a bigger problem. And although the area under the temple is a mystery, I believe the mystery of Kritchnor is more significant.
“Rohavic, in a couple days, when you return from the dwarves, you should accompany me to Birchnor’s grove. I think Jellan, Vig and the others will be going as well. There we can see how the Silver dragon, Sisivril is doing and possibly discover some leads regarding Kritchnor and her interest in Grey’s Deep and dragons. Perhaps it is the ruins of the Netheril Academy that Grey’s Deep rests on or something completely different. What exactly I cannot say.”
:::Finishing up his ale and pipe, Seraph addresses Rohavic in Chondathan:::
“This stuff is going right to my head. I think I should retire for the evening. Was there anything else you wished to discuss before depart, my friend?”
::: In Elvish...:::
"I continue to be impressed with your eloquence with the Elven tongue, Seraph."
::: Rohavic eases another ale towards Seraph:::
"If you think you can handle another ale or two.. the mugs are for you and our conversation. But, if you are reaching the end of the day, I'm sure I can find homes for them amongst the townspeople."
::: Quickly returning to the business at hand, Rohavic states...:::
"I'm interested in seeing this through... I would be happy to accompany the group to Birchnor's grove. How often does one get to converse with a Silver Dragon?!!"
Brannic puts his empty mug down on the table and uses his knife to carve off some Rothe meat. After he tastes a bit of the meat he turns to Rohvic and Seraph.
"Maybe you'll have better luck with Birchnor, Rohavic. Seems he doesn't think much for humans or halflings. He may appreciate elves though. Your folk tend to be more in tune with nature than we typically are."
Brannic reaches into his purse and places several pieces of gold on the table.
"I don't know if we'll see Siviril the Silver Dragon there or not though. I would love to get a chance to talk to her. We didn't really get much of a chance last time we all met."
Brannic stretches in his chair and lets out a big yawn.
"All that being said, hopefully the more good deeds Birchnor sees we do around here, he'll be less inclined to look so poorly upon us."
With that Brannic pushes himself back from the table and gives all the Regulators at the table a deep bow.
"Well good friends I think I'm going to head home and get some rest. I've got some work to do in the butcher shop early for some folks in town. Jellen and Jode, feel free to stop by before you head over to the church and I'll accompany you."
:::Seraph acknowledges Brannic's departure but then looks around bewildered at his last statement. Before he can say anything Brannic exits the inn. Turning to Rohavic Seraph says:::
"I think Brannic was sipping too much of this ale."
:::Seraph nods and graciously accepts another ale from Rohavic:::
"Didn't Brannic see Jode, Vig and Jellan leave about an hour ago?"
:::Then looking at his newly acquired tankard of Olden Ale, Seraph takes a large swallow:::
"Maybe I should stop...ah, one more never hurt anyone."
:::Looking back at Rohavic, Seraph muses over his last statements about Birchnor and Sisivril:::
“See where my manners are. I forget you never even met Birchnor. Birchnor is a great tree of the Whispering Woods. He, as you can probably guess by his name, is a birch tree in origin but much more then an ordinary tree. Indeed, was around when the first seedlings were planted in the woods and is the “caretaker” of the woods.
“I hope you get to meet him someday. Just as Brannic said, Birchnor isn’t exactly pleasant with humans or even Dwarves and Halflings. I would be curious to see how he behaves when he sees you.”
:::Finishing his ale, Seraph stands:::
“My friend I must deplart. Whoops, as you can tell I’m strting to slur a little. Definitely , my bedtime.”
:::With that Seraph stands, drops a few coins on the table and addresses Rohavic in elven:::
Lissenen ar’ maska’lalaith tenna’lye omentuva. (Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet)
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