Khessa's musing on the relationship between Azash and the Zemochs makes Akkron pause a moment.
"The same can be said of nearly any evil being, diety or otherwise, and its followers," the lich muses. "The problem is that the worship of that dark entity is likely just as entwined with their culture as the worship of Lolth is into Drow society... though that does bring up an interesting possibility. I have forged alliances on a number of occasions with a drow mother of rebellion to help deal with particularly dangerous strongholds of Lolth's servants... it doesn't seem implausible that we may be able to find some powerful factions in rebellion against Azash."
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After grabbing a drink and some food Mal disappears, "I will be back later, going to go walk the Academy and see what I see."
Mal will wander throughout the lanes going into shops here and there and if any tea houses smell particularly good, will wander in. She will again be looking for any signs of the local thieves guild and make contact letting them know she is in their area.
You travel about this small city, hearing snippets of discussions and debates on different areas of studies, generally one opposed to another. You enter a few of the coffee and tea houses, exotic aromas and different styles of coffee and teas are offered. The patrons appear to be those who are in the local schools and departments in that block. It takes you most of the day to finally locate a thieves' sign near one of the general suppliers for academics.
Khessa's musing on the relationship between Azash and the Zemochs makes Akkron pause a moment.
"The same can be said of nearly any evil being, diety or otherwise, and its followers," the lich muses. "The problem is that the worship of that dark entity is likely just as entwined with their culture as the worship of Lolth is into Drow society... though that does bring up an interesting possibility. I have forged alliances on a number of occasions with a drow mother of rebellion to help deal with particularly dangerous strongholds of Lolth's servants... it doesn't seem implausible that we may be able to find some powerful factions in rebellion against Azash."
Brother Maynard nods his head in agreement. "You are very right, and to the heart of it. Azash, through Emperor Otha, and the Zemochs who assumed the old Empire of the Vigridians. Now, there has been some very thorough and heated debates sometimes, that the Vigridians and the Zemochs are not the same people. That the great purge that happened when the city of Hel was destroyed, that the campaign was so thorough, and with the driving the Vigridians underground, they died out. Azash needs worshipers, if I recall what Sephrenia explained to me, to exist. Without worshipers, and in this unfortunate case, sacrifices, Azash would not exist. If Azash did not exist, then Otho would not, and the end of our problem. Perhaps that is something we can look into here to confirm. It could be, they needed people, and the Zemochs were already here, underground that Azash corrupted and Otho ruled over."
As you all sit and talk, there is a sudden commotion in the bar as nearly all eyes turn towards the door. Though the renown of the group at the table is one that people will already talk of for years, this newcomer only adds to that, and takes away any semblance of discretion that may have existed. The Goliath who enters the room stands tall even for his people, at over 8 feet tall. Wearing next to nothing other than the fur of some, likely ferocious, beast, he still appears to be rather covered, as both extremely large muscular arms, and his full torso are covered in Giant language runic tattoos, with some clear draconic influence as well, for anyone who would dare stare long enough to notice. He carries with him an axe that you can’t believe isn’t too big for him, a backpack with a large bottle hanging from it, and wears very little else but his bushy lumberjack beard.
Immediately you recognize who this must be. Known to many simply as the Angry Giant, you're actually surprised at how small he is compared to the stories which tell of a man twice this hight, or sometimes even more. But, stories of characters such as yourselves are known to be exaggerated, and you can likely think of some of yourselves which similarly are blown out of proportion. And even though he looks shorter than you'd heard, he actually somehow feels much bigger than his height and stature.
Ducking his head into the bar, the Giant looks around the room and then spots your sponsor, Brother Maynard, and with a booming, happy, greeting calls out, "Maynard! y'old fool! This the group you got?" He then grabs a seat and drops down into it, nearly breaking it from his weight, and looks to the others at the table. Some descriptions he likely knows, as there are few who would be called to deal with this type of threat that are unknown in the world. Placing a few gold coins on the table calls out, "Beers! As many as you can carry!"then looks to the others and says,"Name's Tyekanik. So... what's so big you needed me to help?"And once the beers arrive downs two at once before looking to the group waiting, grin on his face, knowing that this is the start to yet another adventure.
You also see a short figure in plate armor walk down the stairs. He is obviously a dwarf, with a red beard and hair, and a short stocky build. He is carrying a staff with runes inscribed on it, that, Akkron and Khessa would associate with healing magic. He walks down and sits at the table, and, in a gruff voice, says, My name is Benron Silverfront. Though I might not be as well known as our tall friend here, I’ve worked with Sir Sparhawk here for many years, and unraveled the mysteries of the pantheon for many years before that. Now I am starting a new chapter in my life, one of camaraderie, and preventing the end of the world. I have come to help you. Bartender! A pint of Dwarfen Ale! He looks at Akkron and says, Thog I am normally opposed to undead, I have heard you are fine. I trust Sir Sparhawk, but you will have to earn your trust. It is prejudiced, but I have met many an evil Lich in my time. So Sparhawk! What is the plan.
A woman in Plate armor turns to look at both newcomers and immediately stands, smiling warmly at them. Now that you see her standing, notice her notable stature, the imposing physique of someone who must have practiced with weapons for a long time... weapons such as perhaps the long spear that she has secured to her back... but at the same time, the runes and the glyphs that adorn both her armor and the quite wizardly staff that she holds in hand now (and which literally seems to exude magic) betray the fact that the woman must also be familiar with the arcane arts.
"Welcome!" the arcane warrior approaches, with her deep blue eyes animated by a light of true pleasure, while her long wavy blonde hair slides over her shoulders and back like a golden veil "Given what we are facing, Maynard and Sparhawk's friends they are ours too!" she warmly shakes hands with both of them "Nice to meet you! I am Khessa, Khessa Cabbagefield. I am not from here, from Eosia... I came from Faerûn, across the sea... for the matters on which I now imagine Maynard and Sparhawk will answer you!"
Behind the woman moved a humanoid colossus, no smaller in size than Goliath, but made of inorganic material. It gives the impression of being alive and conscious, from how it holds itself (almost protectively?) close to Khessa.
"Oh, while we're on the subject of introductions..." the tall adventuress points to her companion with her thumb "my faithful squire, butler and handyman, is called Alfred. And this" she announces, when a little bat's head emerges from her face from beneath the cascade of blond locks - the little creature must be perched on his shoulder "is my brother Anator! Who cannot speak our language, but can communicate telepathically with me... and takes care to tell you that he greets you and is also happy to meet you!"
Hearing Berron express caution regarding the lich, the blue eyed woman assures him: "If you 'heard he is fine,' you have heard an incredible understatement. I have known Master Akkron for many years, ever since he helped me free my family , enslaved by the Drow (our equivalent of the Zemoch, to put it simply). Not content with helping me with this, he also taught me practically everything I know about magic - which has helped me more than once to get the better of on those who wanted evil or mine or, worse, of many other innocents. In all these years I have never seen him commit a single act of evil - but I witnessed countless of his act of good. His appearance may be what you see, that of a lich... but , trust me who know him, his soul is human - more than that of many human beings I have met on my path, for that matter".
Nodding her head she enters the establishment to take a look around and see what they have to sell. After a few minutes she will approach the owner of the shop or whomever is manning the counter and introduce herself.
"Afternoon, I am obviously new to these parts and am interested in what odd or rare trinkets you might have for sale." While speaking she will subtlety sign a greeting in thieves cant, waiting to see what the person does in response.
Akkron can't help but chuckle at the exchange between the newcomer and Khessa.
"I'll do my best to live up to my apprentice's lofty accolades. But I won't deny that it is usually a bad idea to immediately put trust in a lich. I've had plenty of entanglements with other liches myself... the most memorable one of those being the time my ship was sunk by an undead pirate... I really should figure out what became of him someday. I'm still perplexed that a man with such deep arcane knowledge thought piracy was the best use for his skills, even after death."
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"Who knows?" Khessa hypothesizes "Perhaps, what happens to liches who, unlike you, corrupt their souls, is that they lose the taste for anything other than the frantic search for power. And the lich you met, perhaps he was longing not for piracy, for the thrill of the boarding or for the splendor of loot... perhaps he was only seeking the undisputed dominion of the sea - if for all his mortal life the sea had been his world. The achievement of becoming the undisputed biggest shark of the sea".
"That is a possibility... I really should ask him sometime; after our last encounter perhaps he'll be a bit more interested in negotiating the next time we meet..."
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As you all sit and talk, there is a sudden commotion in the bar as nearly all eyes turn towards the door. Though the renown of the group at the table is one that people will already talk of for years, this newcomer only adds to that, and takes away any semblance of discretion that may have existed. The Goliath who enters the room stands tall even for his people, at nearly 8 feet tall. Wearing next to nothing other than the fur of some, likely ferocious, beast, he still appears to be rather covered, as both extremely large muscular arms, and his full torso are covered in Giant language runic tattoos, with some clear draconic influence as well, for anyone who would dare stare long enough to notice. He carries with him an axe that almost looks too big for him, a backpack with a large bottle hanging from it, and wears very little else.
Immediately you recognize who this must be. Known to many simply as the Angry Giant, you're actually surprised at how small he is compared to the stories which tell of a man twice this hight, or sometimes even more. But, stories of characters such as yourselves are known to be exaggerated, and you can likely think of some of yourselves which similarly are blown out of proportion. And even though he looks shorter than you'd heard, he actually somehow feels much bigger than his height and stature.
Ducking his head into the bar, the Giant looks around the room and then spots your sponsor, Brother Maynard, and with a booming, happy, greeting calls out, "Maynard! y'old fool! This the group you got?" He then grabs a seat and drops down into it, nearly breaking it from his weight, and looks to the others at the table. Some descriptions he likely knows, as there are few who would be called to deal with this type of threat that are unknown in the world. Placing a few gold coins on the table calls out, "Beers! As many as you can carry!"then looks to the others and says,"Name's Tyekanik. So... what's so big you needed me to help?"And once the beers arrive downs two at once before looking to the group waiting, grin on his face, knowing that this is the start to yet another adventure.
Brother Maynard looks up when he hears your booming voice. "Well I be, Tyekanik? I though you broke out in hives or something if you came anywhere near academics and scholars!" He walks over and claps forearms in ritual greeting. "It has been some time hasn't it, since we thrashed that rather foolish group of brigands who thought they could intimidate you and your clan. What has brought you down here into the flatlands?"
You also see a short figure in plate armor walk down the stairs. He is obviously a dwarf, with a red beard and hair, and a short stocky build. He is carrying a staff with runes inscribed on it, that, Akkron and Khessa would associate with healing magic. He walks down and sits at the table, and, in a gruff voice, says, My name is Benron Silverfront. Though I might not be as well known as our tall friend here, I’ve worked with Sir Sparhawk here for many years, and unraveled the mysteries of the pantheon for many years before that. Now I am starting a new chapter in my life, one of camaraderie, and preventing the end of the world. I have come to help you. Bartender! A pint of Dwarfen Ale! He looks at Akkron and says, Thog I am normally opposed to undead, I have heard you are fine. I trust Sir Sparhawk, but you will have to earn your trust. It is prejudiced, but I have met many an evil Lich in my time. So Sparhawk! What is the plan.
"Benron, I didn't know you were down here from the mountains? What brings you here to the university?" Sparhawk states in welcome. "It's good to see you again my old friend."
Nodding her head she enters the establishment to take a look around and see what they have to sell. After a few minutes she will approach the owner of the shop or whomever is manning the counter and introduce herself.
"Afternoon, I am obviously new to these parts and am interested in what odd or rare trinkets you might have for sale." While speaking she will subtlety sign a greeting in thieves cant, waiting to see what the person does in response.
The owner looks up when you enter the shop. It has shelves of freshly bound books by the scent of the leather, ink, quills, scrolls, everything a student scholar would need. When you pass the greeting sign in thieves cant, you see his eyes look left and right, to make sure the area is clear.
"Well now, miss, if you are looking for the rare items for the use of study, they are kept in the back. If you follow me, please?" He turns and leads you around the counter to a door, that he opens and hold it for you. "We have received a fresh shipment just the other day that you may find interesting." He closes the door and waits a few seconds, then winks at you before turning and leading you into the stock room. Several shelves piled high in boxes, books, bundles of quills. He stops before one that appears a normal full shelf, then pulls a feather in a bundle, and the shelf rotates, showing a door in the wall.
"Welcome to the university kindred spirit, take the stairs down until the next door, knock four times. When the doorman asks, tell them Boris sent you."
You go into the small room, and there is a set of stairs going down to your right. As you begin to descend, the shelf closes behind you. There are small lamps in recesses allowing you to see as you descend. After going down six flights of stairs, you come to the door with a closed slit at eye level.
In his deep voice, carrying over tables, Tyekanik replies about the lich at their table, "I've always found an axe a good way to deal with Liches... hopefully I won't have to use this on you."patting the overlarge axe now leaning against the table. Adding, "And there's nothing wrong with a live at sea. I've always found the openness of the seas to be one of the few calming things in this world."
"It has been some time hasn't it, since we thrashed that rather foolish group of brigands who thought they could intimidate you and your clan. What has brought you down here into the flatlands?"
"Ah that was fun. The few brigands who managed to escape left still watered our lands with their blood."Tyekanik replies with a laugh. "And you, old man! you brought me this way. Some summons, probably the same reason these others are here. You know, there are few whose name I'd even bother to listen too, let alone join. But I still owe you for bringing your troops to help that time."Then looking to the group, drinking yet another beer, adds, "So.. whose blood needs let this time? Keep it short. You know I don't much care for all the details. Though I hope it's worth the time."
Akkron decides to let the gigantic stranger's not-so-subtle threat slide, and refrains from pointing out that he has several potent spells that could instantly incapacitate even the most insanely powerful barbarian.
"I'll try not to bother you too much, then," Akkron says. "But I would like to point out that the Church Knights sent messengers to find me rather than the other way around."
"I'll try not to bother you too much, then," Akkron says. "But I would like to point out that the Church Knights sent messengers to find me rather than the other way around."
"Looks like we're in good company and my axe will go into the heads of our foes then,"Tyekanik heartily replies ordering three dinners, clearly for himself alone.
"Of course Benron!" Khessa replies to the dwarf, smiling "And it will be a pleasure to see your axe in action, Tyekanik!" she adds, giving a warm smile to the goliath too "It seems that Azash is determined to cause the Immrama... If we want to stop him, both keeping ourselves in good health and giving a few axe blows to the heads of the enemies will be important!" she pats both on the shoulder.
The blonde arcane warrior then fixes her blue eyes on those of the cleric: "Do you know, Benron, that my husband Jasper is also a healer!? But he couldn't come with me... Someone had to look after the children at home... Do you also have a family to take care of, Bennon?"
I have heard of your party and came to meet you. I thought you might need a dedicated healer. Do you?
Sparhawk nods, and motions for you to take a seat with the group at the table. He replies in a low voice. "I am afraid so my old friend. The past is returning to haunt us. We are looking into the rumors and signs and the War of the Shadow, the Immrama may be returning. There has been rumors that the ancient evil God Azash, and Emperor Otho may have returned and using the Zemochs, have started raiding and other activities here in the kingdoms. We were even attacked by a group of Zemochs deep in the west who indicated they have a hidden lair. We are here to make sure the enemy's eyes and ears see us, unfortunately we have spies in Chyrellos and the church who may be following us. It was put out we were heading this way, so why not stop in, make a show of it, and do some digging for history. We are planning to heads north to speak to the trolls, to see what they can shed some light on. The Zemochs, plus who knows what Azash will throw at us to stop us from thwarting their plans, so we may need your skills."
In his deep voice, carrying over tables, Tyekanik replies about the lich at their table, "I've always found an axe a good way to deal with Liches... hopefully I won't have to use this on you."patting the overlarge axe now leaning against the table. Adding, "And there's nothing wrong with a live at sea. I've always found the openness of the seas to be one of the few calming things in this world."
"It has been some time hasn't it, since we thrashed that rather foolish group of brigands who thought they could intimidate you and your clan. What has brought you down here into the flatlands?"
"Ah that was fun. The few brigands who managed to escape left still watered our lands with their blood."Tyekanik replies with a laugh. "And you, old man! you brought me this way. Some summons, probably the same reason these others are here. You know, there are few whose name I'd even bother to listen too, let alone join. But I still owe you for bringing your troops to help that time."Then looking to the group, drinking yet another beer, adds, "So.. whose blood needs let this time? Keep it short. You know I don't much care for all the details. Though I hope it's worth the time."
As you listen to the explanation Sparhawk gives Benron, he turns to you add, "Aye, with this threat and the way the Zemochs are going out of their way to stop us, I fear you will have ample opportunity to use that great axe of yours. It may be as much fun as dealing with those brigands."
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Khessa's musing on the relationship between Azash and the Zemochs makes Akkron pause a moment.
"The same can be said of nearly any evil being, diety or otherwise, and its followers," the lich muses. "The problem is that the worship of that dark entity is likely just as entwined with their culture as the worship of Lolth is into Drow society... though that does bring up an interesting possibility. I have forged alliances on a number of occasions with a drow mother of rebellion to help deal with particularly dangerous strongholds of Lolth's servants... it doesn't seem implausible that we may be able to find some powerful factions in rebellion against Azash."
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You travel about this small city, hearing snippets of discussions and debates on different areas of studies, generally one opposed to another. You enter a few of the coffee and tea houses, exotic aromas and different styles of coffee and teas are offered. The patrons appear to be those who are in the local schools and departments in that block. It takes you most of the day to finally locate a thieves' sign near one of the general suppliers for academics.
Brother Maynard nods his head in agreement. "You are very right, and to the heart of it. Azash, through Emperor Otha, and the Zemochs who assumed the old Empire of the Vigridians. Now, there has been some very thorough and heated debates sometimes, that the Vigridians and the Zemochs are not the same people. That the great purge that happened when the city of Hel was destroyed, that the campaign was so thorough, and with the driving the Vigridians underground, they died out. Azash needs worshipers, if I recall what Sephrenia explained to me, to exist. Without worshipers, and in this unfortunate case, sacrifices, Azash would not exist. If Azash did not exist, then Otho would not, and the end of our problem. Perhaps that is something we can look into here to confirm. It could be, they needed people, and the Zemochs were already here, underground that Azash corrupted and Otho ruled over."
As you all sit and talk, there is a sudden commotion in the bar as nearly all eyes turn towards the door. Though the renown of the group at the table is one that people will already talk of for years, this newcomer only adds to that, and takes away any semblance of discretion that may have existed. The Goliath who enters the room stands tall even for his people, at over 8 feet tall. Wearing next to nothing other than the fur of some, likely ferocious, beast, he still appears to be rather covered, as both extremely large muscular arms, and his full torso are covered in Giant language runic tattoos, with some clear draconic influence as well, for anyone who would dare stare long enough to notice. He carries with him an axe that you can’t believe isn’t too big for him, a backpack with a large bottle hanging from it, and wears very little else but his bushy lumberjack beard.
Immediately you recognize who this must be. Known to many simply as the Angry Giant, you're actually surprised at how small he is compared to the stories which tell of a man twice this hight, or sometimes even more. But, stories of characters such as yourselves are known to be exaggerated, and you can likely think of some of yourselves which similarly are blown out of proportion. And even though he looks shorter than you'd heard, he actually somehow feels much bigger than his height and stature.
Ducking his head into the bar, the Giant looks around the room and then spots your sponsor, Brother Maynard, and with a booming, happy, greeting calls out, "Maynard! y'old fool! This the group you got?" He then grabs a seat and drops down into it, nearly breaking it from his weight, and looks to the others at the table. Some descriptions he likely knows, as there are few who would be called to deal with this type of threat that are unknown in the world. Placing a few gold coins on the table calls out, "Beers! As many as you can carry!" then looks to the others and says, "Name's Tyekanik. So... what's so big you needed me to help?" And once the beers arrive downs two at once before looking to the group waiting, grin on his face, knowing that this is the start to yet another adventure.
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You also see a short figure in plate armor walk down the stairs. He is obviously a dwarf, with a red beard and hair, and a short stocky build. He is carrying a staff with runes inscribed on it, that, Akkron and Khessa would associate with healing magic. He walks down and sits at the table, and, in a gruff voice, says, My name is Benron Silverfront. Though I might not be as well known as our tall friend here, I’ve worked with Sir Sparhawk here for many years, and unraveled the mysteries of the pantheon for many years before that. Now I am starting a new chapter in my life, one of camaraderie, and preventing the end of the world. I have come to help you. Bartender! A pint of Dwarfen Ale! He looks at Akkron and says, Thog I am normally opposed to undead, I have heard you are fine. I trust Sir Sparhawk, but you will have to earn your trust. It is prejudiced, but I have met many an evil Lich in my time. So Sparhawk! What is the plan.
Bram Quikfoot fractured.
A woman in Plate armor turns to look at both newcomers and immediately stands, smiling warmly at them. Now that you see her standing, notice her notable stature, the imposing physique of someone who must have practiced with weapons for a long time... weapons such as perhaps the long spear that she has secured to her back... but at the same time, the runes and the glyphs that adorn both her armor and the quite wizardly staff that she holds in hand now (and which literally seems to exude magic) betray the fact that the woman must also be familiar with the arcane arts.
"Welcome!" the arcane warrior approaches, with her deep blue eyes animated by a light of true pleasure, while her long wavy blonde hair slides over her shoulders and back like a golden veil "Given what we are facing, Maynard and Sparhawk's friends they are ours too!" she warmly shakes hands with both of them "Nice to meet you! I am Khessa, Khessa Cabbagefield. I am not from here, from Eosia... I came from Faerûn, across the sea... for the matters on which I now imagine Maynard and Sparhawk will answer you!"
Behind the woman moved a humanoid colossus, no smaller in size than Goliath, but made of inorganic material. It gives the impression of being alive and conscious, from how it holds itself (almost protectively?) close to Khessa.
"Oh, while we're on the subject of introductions..." the tall adventuress points to her companion with her thumb "my faithful squire, butler and handyman, is called Alfred. And this" she announces, when a little bat's head emerges from her face from beneath the cascade of blond locks - the little creature must be perched on his shoulder "is my brother Anator! Who cannot speak our language, but can communicate telepathically with me... and takes care to tell you that he greets you and is also happy to meet you!"
Hearing Berron express caution regarding the lich, the blue eyed woman assures him: "If you 'heard he is fine,' you have heard an incredible understatement. I have known Master Akkron for many years, ever since he helped me free my family , enslaved by the Drow (our equivalent of the Zemoch, to put it simply). Not content with helping me with this, he also taught me practically everything I know about magic - which has helped me more than once to get the better of on those who wanted evil or mine or, worse, of many other innocents. In all these years I have never seen him commit a single act of evil - but I witnessed countless of his act of good. His appearance may be what you see, that of a lich... but , trust me who know him, his soul is human - more than that of many human beings I have met on my path, for that matter".
Nodding her head she enters the establishment to take a look around and see what they have to sell. After a few minutes she will approach the owner of the shop or whomever is manning the counter and introduce herself.
"Afternoon, I am obviously new to these parts and am interested in what odd or rare trinkets you might have for sale." While speaking she will subtlety sign a greeting in thieves cant, waiting to see what the person does in response.
Akkron can't help but chuckle at the exchange between the newcomer and Khessa.
"I'll do my best to live up to my apprentice's lofty accolades. But I won't deny that it is usually a bad idea to immediately put trust in a lich. I've had plenty of entanglements with other liches myself... the most memorable one of those being the time my ship was sunk by an undead pirate... I really should figure out what became of him someday. I'm still perplexed that a man with such deep arcane knowledge thought piracy was the best use for his skills, even after death."
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"Who knows?" Khessa hypothesizes "Perhaps, what happens to liches who, unlike you, corrupt their souls, is that they lose the taste for anything other than the frantic search for power. And the lich you met, perhaps he was longing not for piracy, for the thrill of the boarding or for the splendor of loot... perhaps he was only seeking the undisputed dominion of the sea - if for all his mortal life the sea had been his world. The achievement of becoming the undisputed biggest shark of the sea".
Akkron nods.
"That is a possibility... I really should ask him sometime; after our last encounter perhaps he'll be a bit more interested in negotiating the next time we meet..."
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Brother Maynard looks up when he hears your booming voice. "Well I be, Tyekanik? I though you broke out in hives or something if you came anywhere near academics and scholars!" He walks over and claps forearms in ritual greeting. "It has been some time hasn't it, since we thrashed that rather foolish group of brigands who thought they could intimidate you and your clan. What has brought you down here into the flatlands?"
"Benron, I didn't know you were down here from the mountains? What brings you here to the university?" Sparhawk states in welcome. "It's good to see you again my old friend."
The owner looks up when you enter the shop. It has shelves of freshly bound books by the scent of the leather, ink, quills, scrolls, everything a student scholar would need. When you pass the greeting sign in thieves cant, you see his eyes look left and right, to make sure the area is clear.
"Well now, miss, if you are looking for the rare items for the use of study, they are kept in the back. If you follow me, please?" He turns and leads you around the counter to a door, that he opens and hold it for you. "We have received a fresh shipment just the other day that you may find interesting." He closes the door and waits a few seconds, then winks at you before turning and leading you into the stock room. Several shelves piled high in boxes, books, bundles of quills. He stops before one that appears a normal full shelf, then pulls a feather in a bundle, and the shelf rotates, showing a door in the wall.
"Welcome to the university kindred spirit, take the stairs down until the next door, knock four times. When the doorman asks, tell them Boris sent you."
You go into the small room, and there is a set of stairs going down to your right. As you begin to descend, the shelf closes behind you. There are small lamps in recesses allowing you to see as you descend. After going down six flights of stairs, you come to the door with a closed slit at eye level.
I have heard of your party and came to meet you. I thought you might need a dedicated healer. Do you?
Bram Quikfoot fractured.
In his deep voice, carrying over tables, Tyekanik replies about the lich at their table, "I've always found an axe a good way to deal with Liches... hopefully I won't have to use this on you." patting the overlarge axe now leaning against the table. Adding, "And there's nothing wrong with a live at sea. I've always found the openness of the seas to be one of the few calming things in this world."
"Ah that was fun. The few brigands who managed to escape left still watered our lands with their blood." Tyekanik replies with a laugh. "And you, old man! you brought me this way. Some summons, probably the same reason these others are here. You know, there are few whose name I'd even bother to listen too, let alone join. But I still owe you for bringing your troops to help that time." Then looking to the group, drinking yet another beer, adds, "So.. whose blood needs let this time? Keep it short. You know I don't much care for all the details. Though I hope it's worth the time."
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Akkron decides to let the gigantic stranger's not-so-subtle threat slide, and refrains from pointing out that he has several potent spells that could instantly incapacitate even the most insanely powerful barbarian.
"I'll try not to bother you too much, then," Akkron says. "But I would like to point out that the Church Knights sent messengers to find me rather than the other way around."
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"Looks like we're in good company and my axe will go into the heads of our foes then," Tyekanik heartily replies ordering three dinners, clearly for himself alone.
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"Of course Benron!" Khessa replies to the dwarf, smiling "And it will be a pleasure to see your axe in action, Tyekanik!" she adds, giving a warm smile to the goliath too "It seems that Azash is determined to cause the Immrama... If we want to stop him, both keeping ourselves in good health and giving a few axe blows to the heads of the enemies will be important!" she pats both on the shoulder.
The blonde arcane warrior then fixes her blue eyes on those of the cleric: "Do you know, Benron, that my husband Jasper is also a healer!? But he couldn't come with me... Someone had to look after the children at home... Do you also have a family to take care of, Bennon?"
Sparhawk nods, and motions for you to take a seat with the group at the table. He replies in a low voice. "I am afraid so my old friend. The past is returning to haunt us. We are looking into the rumors and signs and the War of the Shadow, the Immrama may be returning. There has been rumors that the ancient evil God Azash, and Emperor Otho may have returned and using the Zemochs, have started raiding and other activities here in the kingdoms. We were even attacked by a group of Zemochs deep in the west who indicated they have a hidden lair. We are here to make sure the enemy's eyes and ears see us, unfortunately we have spies in Chyrellos and the church who may be following us. It was put out we were heading this way, so why not stop in, make a show of it, and do some digging for history. We are planning to heads north to speak to the trolls, to see what they can shed some light on. The Zemochs, plus who knows what Azash will throw at us to stop us from thwarting their plans, so we may need your skills."
As you listen to the explanation Sparhawk gives Benron, he turns to you add, "Aye, with this threat and the way the Zemochs are going out of their way to stop us, I fear you will have ample opportunity to use that great axe of yours. It may be as much fun as dealing with those brigands."