Hurosk shrugs and follows suit with his companions. He reaches out with one hand to shake as the other squeezes the fey on the shoulder, and displays his slightly protruding canines. "I dont like all this secrecy." He releases his grip. "But you have been true to your word so far."
Moltaris glares silently at the satyr, wondering if anyone here ever heard of a logical fallacy.
"Correlation does not equal causation, Dagur. My friends have decided to believe you, but I do not. I neither trust you nor believe you - but a friend does not walk away at the first sign of shadow on the path. And perhaps this war of yours will touch upon my own."
Her reticence to touch the creature is clear and visceral. But if she must, she must.
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"I don't ask for servitude " remarks the satyr looking to Moltaris in the eye " only for help" he says finally shaking her hand.
He looks to all of them
" So be it. It has been said and agreed. "
For the first time since they all had seen him he leaves his cup of wine in an table. He looks back to the fire, the light reflecting on his eyes, the shadows giving him a somber expression.
" It was a long time ago, when the world was young, and bird and beast and flower were one with man, and death was but a dream. Even at that peaceful time there were ones that seek power above all things. And among them there was this young apprentice who seek power above else. He plot against other apprentices, charmed with his pretended candor those who can teach him something. "
As he speaks the flames adopt forms, figures, that resemble the history he is talking. Dagur makes a pause, his glance lost into the flames. The following words are full of sadness.
"He eventually murdered his master. He stole her spellbook and staff and with its secrets,wielding its power, he set a thousand years reign of terror upond the land." Dark smoke covers the flames, obscuring them.
" He was able to cheat even death herself, and sorrow and fear and death roamed free. He was defeated, we managed to gather some heroes wich, with great sacrifice, managed to defeat him. "
He turns to them.
"What some of us feared all this millenia has come to pass. He has returned. We must stop him before he regains all his strength and power, or it will be too late." it seems that he gathers courage " we must defeat Yuriel the Forgotten."
When he speaks the name all can feel a shiver on their spines.
"That's great," Kyne notes, gesturing lazily to Dagur's fiery shadow puppets, "but what do you want us to actually do about it? Do you know where he is, or how we can find him? Is there some kind of ritual that must be completed to banish him?"
As his hairs of this arms seem to stand on end while the satyr tells of his mission for the group, Hurosk glances around to the others to see if this name seems familiar to them. "Never heard of the guy. Sounds like the type of person you shouldn't 'forget'?"
"Ha!"Lyreis laughs at Hurosk 's witty observation "Tales like this exist in many forms it seems to me. Apparently our ancestors paid little attention to the terrible evils of their times..." Although he laughs it off Lyreis tries to think of anything he might have heard of Yuriel.
"I know this story." Seb'riel speaks softly. "He was a king in ancient Xen'dric. Cheated death by becoming a lich in an age even before the giants enslaved my people. This is not the first time he has tried to return." She ponders a little longer. "Truly a fascinating tale. He developed powerful magic, and to still be attempting return is exceptional indeed. No doubt investigating this will be of great benefit to my research." She seems almost excited for a moment before looking around the room and recalling the emotion she should be showing." Oh, and we will be preventing the return of an unimaginable evil. It's the right thing to do."
"And the making of a legend too, I look forward to hearing the details of this Yuriel, is he likely to be here in the Eldeen Reaches or will our quest see us cross Khorvaire to look for him?"Lyreis looks ready to head off immediately, now that he knows that his foe is the subject of ancient tales.
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The satyr nods in acknowledgment to Seb'riel words. He then turns towards Lyreis
"Well... that's part of the thing we..." he scratchs the back of his head " ... We don't really know where he could be right now. The Court has sensed him returning but he is still hiding, or, Gods willing, too weak to be able to find him. That's were you enter in our plans. We need your help to find him. In the past he focused his return thanks to a cult of followers. But we do not have any clue of such a thing here... And while some of you have nice weapons... " he looks at Hurosk and Mathilda "Perhaps you should procure some better weapons for yourselves..."
He finally walks back towards his wine, take it, drink it and lay on a sofa.
Seb'riel sits, her face calm and expressionless, her jaw relaxed and her forehead crinkle free, by far the least tense she has been since joining the group. Her eyes arc upwards though darting around as she considers the options, clear focus on her thoughts and her tone is level and logical but she speaks quickly, barely keeping up with her own thought process.
"Our first step then should be to reach a major city. The resources here will not give us what we need to research the patterns in his previous attempts, nor will rumours of cults reach the people here in any useful measure of time. As you say, supplies will also be necessary, and a city will much better provide opportunity to purchase such items as we may need. We will also need a very specific set of magical resources that I will need to study to be able to draw upon. Research that will require a great library... If I were wanting to establish a swift return I would want somewhere remote for the process, but close enough to strike rapidly when able. We should look for a location near a city, close to the isle, but far enough to avoid attention. Where is the nearest city to here? This town is of no use to us now."
"Dear "says the satyr " I highly doubt that you could find the kind of weapons you'll need catching dust in some shelf in a shop. But..."he takes a sip from his wine " You are right in the rest you've said... "
Kyne grins in anticipation of the task ahead of them, laying a fond hand on the hilt of Daedagnir as he speaks.
"Why don't we get a ship to Passage? From there we could easily make our way to Fairhaven, or Flamekeep. I'm sure we'll be able to find a lot more out east than we can here."
Seb chuckles as though what the Satyr says is absurd. "Weapons? Not on a shelf no. As a gift from a nobleman or a temple perhaps though. But the items I need are of a less brutish nature."
"Is she always so selfish? When is she going to understand that, first I am not talking about her, and second, you will need excepcional weapons similar to the ones that you already carry? Oh dear... dealing with mortals...." he takes another sip of wine.
Seb'riel hums. "Strange, I was always told it was rude to talk about people in front of them. Never quite understood why myself. If you wanted an answer, better to ask directly though. So now I will ask you, if you say we need weapons and spells will not do, perhaps you would find it easier to simply point us towards one that will do." Though her words seem confrontational, her tone is far from it, gentle and honest. Curious if anything.
The half-orc looks down at his new bow leaning on the wall near the door with a bit of a sour face. "And I just got this one, and it seems pretty nice. Better than any that I've had." He picks up the bow. "If this isn't going to cut it, what do you suggest?" he says looking to the satyr.
"I don't ask for servitude " remarks the satyr looking to Moltaris in the eye " only for help" he says finally shaking her hand.
"I serve my friends, and that will help you, and that must be enough," she nods, then listens silently to the tale of Yuriel the Forgotten.
I highly doubt that you could find the kind of weapons you'll need catching dust in some shelf in a shop.
"Where? Where are the weapons we need? Are there any identifying signs of the cultists of the Forgotten?" A strange glint flickers in Moltaris' eyes - could she actually be interestedin this quest?
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Mathilda watches the flames like a little child watching a puppet play. She seems completely absorbed in it, until the satyr speaks again about her need for weapons. She looks a little embarrassed: "I guess I could do with some better weapons, I don't know if I can afford anything fancy..." She shrugs. "I'm not the best fighter here anyway." At Kyne's suggestion, she her eyes shine: "That sounds like a great idea, I love going on boats!"
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Mathilda can hear the satyr voice in her head
"later child.. later..."
He turns to Moltaris with expectation and hope in his eyes.
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Hurosk shrugs and follows suit with his companions. He reaches out with one hand to shake as the other squeezes the fey on the shoulder, and displays his slightly protruding canines. "I dont like all this secrecy." He releases his grip. "But you have been true to your word so far."
The satyr nods to the half-orc
" You won't regret it..."
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Moltaris glares silently at the satyr, wondering if anyone here ever heard of a logical fallacy.
"Correlation does not equal causation, Dagur. My friends have decided to believe you, but I do not. I neither trust you nor believe you - but a friend does not walk away at the first sign of shadow on the path. And perhaps this war of yours will touch upon my own."
Her reticence to touch the creature is clear and visceral. But if she must, she must.
"I will serve; I will be of service."
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"I don't ask for servitude " remarks the satyr looking to Moltaris in the eye " only for help" he says finally shaking her hand.
He looks to all of them
" So be it. It has been said and agreed. "
For the first time since they all had seen him he leaves his cup of wine in an table. He looks back to the fire, the light reflecting on his eyes, the shadows giving him a somber expression.
" It was a long time ago, when the world was young, and bird and beast and flower were one with man, and death was but a dream. Even at that peaceful time there were ones that seek power above all things. And among them there was this young apprentice who seek power above else. He plot against other apprentices, charmed with his pretended candor those who can teach him something. "
As he speaks the flames adopt forms, figures, that resemble the history he is talking. Dagur makes a pause, his glance lost into the flames. The following words are full of sadness.
"He eventually murdered his master. He stole her spellbook and staff and with its secrets,wielding its power, he set a thousand years reign of terror upond the land." Dark smoke covers the flames, obscuring them.
" He was able to cheat even death herself, and sorrow and fear and death roamed free. He was defeated, we managed to gather some heroes wich, with great sacrifice, managed to defeat him. "
He turns to them.
"What some of us feared all this millenia has come to pass. He has returned. We must stop him before he regains all his strength and power, or it will be too late." it seems that he gathers courage " we must defeat Yuriel the Forgotten."
When he speaks the name all can feel a shiver on their spines.
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"That's great," Kyne notes, gesturing lazily to Dagur's fiery shadow puppets, "but what do you want us to actually do about it? Do you know where he is, or how we can find him? Is there some kind of ritual that must be completed to banish him?"
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As his hairs of this arms seem to stand on end while the satyr tells of his mission for the group, Hurosk glances around to the others to see if this name seems familiar to them. "Never heard of the guy. Sounds like the type of person you shouldn't 'forget'?"
"Ha!" Lyreis laughs at Hurosk 's witty observation "Tales like this exist in many forms it seems to me. Apparently our ancestors paid little attention to the terrible evils of their times..." Although he laughs it off Lyreis tries to think of anything he might have heard of Yuriel.
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"I know this story." Seb'riel speaks softly. "He was a king in ancient Xen'dric. Cheated death by becoming a lich in an age even before the giants enslaved my people. This is not the first time he has tried to return." She ponders a little longer. "Truly a fascinating tale. He developed powerful magic, and to still be attempting return is exceptional indeed. No doubt investigating this will be of great benefit to my research." She seems almost excited for a moment before looking around the room and recalling the emotion she should be showing." Oh, and we will be preventing the return of an unimaginable evil. It's the right thing to do."
"And the making of a legend too, I look forward to hearing the details of this Yuriel, is he likely to be here in the Eldeen Reaches or will our quest see us cross Khorvaire to look for him?" Lyreis looks ready to head off immediately, now that he knows that his foe is the subject of ancient tales.
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The satyr nods in acknowledgment to Seb'riel words. He then turns towards Lyreis
"Well... that's part of the thing we..." he scratchs the back of his head " ... We don't really know where he could be right now. The Court has sensed him returning but he is still hiding, or, Gods willing, too weak to be able to find him. That's were you enter in our plans. We need your help to find him. In the past he focused his return thanks to a cult of followers. But we do not have any clue of such a thing here... And while some of you have nice weapons... " he looks at Hurosk and Mathilda "Perhaps you should procure some better weapons for yourselves..."
He finally walks back towards his wine, take it, drink it and lay on a sofa.
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Seb'riel sits, her face calm and expressionless, her jaw relaxed and her forehead crinkle free, by far the least tense she has been since joining the group. Her eyes arc upwards though darting around as she considers the options, clear focus on her thoughts and her tone is level and logical but she speaks quickly, barely keeping up with her own thought process.
"Our first step then should be to reach a major city. The resources here will not give us what we need to research the patterns in his previous attempts, nor will rumours of cults reach the people here in any useful measure of time. As you say, supplies will also be necessary, and a city will much better provide opportunity to purchase such items as we may need. We will also need a very specific set of magical resources that I will need to study to be able to draw upon. Research that will require a great library... If I were wanting to establish a swift return I would want somewhere remote for the process, but close enough to strike rapidly when able. We should look for a location near a city, close to the isle, but far enough to avoid attention. Where is the nearest city to here? This town is of no use to us now."
"Dear " says the satyr " I highly doubt that you could find the kind of weapons you'll need catching dust in some shelf in a shop. But..." he takes a sip from his wine " You are right in the rest you've said... "
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Kyne grins in anticipation of the task ahead of them, laying a fond hand on the hilt of Daedagnir as he speaks.
"Why don't we get a ship to Passage? From there we could easily make our way to Fairhaven, or Flamekeep. I'm sure we'll be able to find a lot more out east than we can here."
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Seb chuckles as though what the Satyr says is absurd. "Weapons? Not on a shelf no. As a gift from a nobleman or a temple perhaps though. But the items I need are of a less brutish nature."
The satyr turns to Kyne
"Is she always so selfish? When is she going to understand that, first I am not talking about her, and second, you will need excepcional weapons similar to the ones that you already carry? Oh dear... dealing with mortals...." he takes another sip of wine.
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Seb'riel hums. "Strange, I was always told it was rude to talk about people in front of them. Never quite understood why myself. If you wanted an answer, better to ask directly though. So now I will ask you, if you say we need weapons and spells will not do, perhaps you would find it easier to simply point us towards one that will do." Though her words seem confrontational, her tone is far from it, gentle and honest. Curious if anything.
The half-orc looks down at his new bow leaning on the wall near the door with a bit of a sour face. "And I just got this one, and it seems pretty nice. Better than any that I've had." He picks up the bow. "If this isn't going to cut it, what do you suggest?" he says looking to the satyr.
"I serve my friends, and that will help you, and that must be enough," she nods, then listens silently to the tale of Yuriel the Forgotten.
I highly doubt that you could find the kind of weapons you'll need catching dust in some shelf in a shop.
"Where? Where are the weapons we need? Are there any identifying signs of the cultists of the Forgotten?" A strange glint flickers in Moltaris' eyes - could she actually be interested in this quest?
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
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I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Mathilda watches the flames like a little child watching a puppet play. She seems completely absorbed in it, until the satyr speaks again about her need for weapons. She looks a little embarrassed: "I guess I could do with some better weapons, I don't know if I can afford anything fancy..." She shrugs. "I'm not the best fighter here anyway." At Kyne's suggestion, she her eyes shine: "That sounds like a great idea, I love going on boats!"