“End of the world eh?” Tyekanik replies, reaching over and running his hand down his giant sized axe. “So where do we start? Find the Zem’s hidden lair and raze it?”
"Very well, Benron!" Khessa smiles at the cleric "I'm pretty sure that, together, we will stop Azash before he can cause too much damage to your clan, or to Eosia... or to the entire Multiverse!"
The blonde arcane warrior replies to Tyekanik about where to start: "At the moment, we are gathering information. To stop Azash and the Immrama, it may be useful for us to try to find out as much as possible about him and what he may have in mind. We'll look for a couple of information here. Then we are planning to heads north to speak to the trolls. Hopefully, later we'll know more... maybe" she winks "we'll know exactly which heads to crack!"
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.
What do you do?
I confidently walk down the stairs until I get to the door and then knock 4 times when the doorman answers the door, "Evening, Boris sent me." Then Mal will wait for what happens next and if questioned further, she will explain, "I am here seeking knowledge of the surrounding area as I am traveling with a group from far away lands to help deal with the current Zemoch plague. My group and I have recently arrived from Chyrellos where I introduced myself to one named King Kheldar and I am seeking the same thing here that I was there, information that the pandion order might not know or believe."
The blonde arcane warrior replies to Tyekanik about where to start: "At the moment, we are gathering information. To stop Azash and the Immrama, it may be useful for us to try to find out as much as possible about him and what he may have in mind. We'll look for a couple of information here. Then we are planning to heads north to speak to the trolls. Hopefully, later we'll know more... maybe" she winks "we'll know exactly which heads to crack!"
Finishing the second of the dinners sitting around him, and starting into the third, Tyekanik replies, mouth half full of food, "Information is good of course. I just usually send others to collect it. Trolls though, are good fun. Looks like Azash is the problem then eh? When do we start?"
"Very well, Benron!" Khessa smiles at the cleric "I'm pretty sure that, together, we will stop Azash before he can cause too much damage to your clan, or to Eosia... or to the entire Multiverse!"
--- Cool reminder that we're saving the whole multiverse here. I'm so used to playing in tier 1 where we're just saving towns. it's good to remember that we're already some of the most powerful beings in the world atm, so clearly the threat has to be bigger than us :)
"We will stay here a day or two" Khessa replies to the Goliath, smiling smugly "just to see what ancient texts may help our cause. I really like your obvious desire for action!" she pats him on the shoulder "It will be satisfied soon - take advantage of this moment to eat a little, perhaps," she winks "so you will have all your energies available when needed!"
"Not yet," Replies Brother Maynard, "We are actually heading up into Thalesia to find Bhlokw, the Troll Gods priest and speak with him. We heard rumors that the dark forces are making promises to the Trolls to come off their mountains, to return to the old days where they could raid and attacks humans again. We want to see if this is true or not as they would put a severe strain on our forces if they have to deal with Trolls."
He pauses for a moment before continuing. "We know that the dark forces not only have spies but may have already corrupted and control one of the Primates in the Hierarchy of the Church. We are trying to keep him in the dark so to say, as to not know our true intent. That's why we are hear, to make sure we are seen by his spies, before heading north."
Brother Maynard pauses and takes a sip from his wine before smiling. "Then my friend, we will raze that Zemoch lair and you can use that great axe of yours."
The slit opened and you see a set of eyes, and after hearing your greeting, closes the slit and open the door. As you enter, it is a very large basement, of what appears to be belongto several buildings by large doors. The doorman is a very large half-orc wearing studded leather armor.
"Teacher in second room, go see teacher," the doorman states. As you enter the area, it is more organized that Kheldar's operation. Areas are set off for the different business dealings-fencing of items, contracts, cataloguing, storage areas for items, clothing for the operations where you see the different "talent" getting dressed as beggars, taven workers, even scholars.
As you enter the second area, it is very different than Kheldar's as it does look like an intelligence agency. Numerous desks and scribes are taking information, sorting, and cataloguing. Numerous maps are hung or on tables that workers are scribing information on them.
At one of the tables talking with two scribes, is a well-dressed looking scholar, even with a pair of glasses resting on his nose.
"We will stay here a day or two" Khessa replies to the Goliath, smiling smugly "just to see what ancient texts may help our cause. I really like your obvious desire for action!" she pats him on the shoulder "It will be satisfied soon - take advantage of this moment to eat a little, perhaps," she winks "so you will have all your energies available when needed!"
Pulling the meat from the last turkey leg Tyekanik chuckles and says, "My appetite is close to that of an actual giant. It came when I acquired this,"patting the huge axe at his side.
"Not yet," Replies Brother Maynard, "We are actually heading up into Thalesia to find Bhlokw, the Troll Gods priest and speak with him. We heard rumors that the dark forces are making promises to the Trolls to come off their mountains, to return to the old days where they could raid and attacks humans again. We want to see if this is true or not as they would put a severe strain on our forces if they have to deal with Trolls."
He pauses for a moment before continuing. "We know that the dark forces not only have spies but may have already corrupted and control one of the Primates in the Hierarchy of the Church. We are trying to keep him in the dark so to say, as to not know our true intent. That's why we are hear, to make sure we are seen by his spies, before heading north."
Brother Maynard pauses and takes a sip from his wine before smiling. "Then my friend, we will raze that Zemoch lair and you can use that great axe of yours."
"Should the trolls come down towards my village they will be met with fire and acid enough to ensure none regenerate for generations,"Tyekanik says with a grimace. "Trolls are fine when they know their place and stick to it."
"Well, if being seen is your goal, you've called the right man," Tyekanik laughs out loud as all the lanterns flicker. Then, leaning in to the table in an attempt to quiet his voice somewhat adds,"spies, too, have their purpose, but they are never to be trusted. It is good that you know of them."
"Oh, have you gotten more hungry... since the day you acquired that Greataxe?" Khessa becomes curious about Tyekanik's weapon "It could be some magical power of it! Do you want me to try to identify it for you? Unless it is an artifact forged by the gods, I should be able to list its abilities..."
The slit opened and you see a set of eyes, and after hearing your greeting, closes the slit and open the door. As you enter, it is a very large basement, of what appears to be belongto several buildings by large doors. The doorman is a very large half-orc wearing studded leather armor.
"Teacher in second room, go see teacher," the doorman states. As you enter the area, it is more organized that Kheldar's operation. Areas are set off for the different business dealings-fencing of items, contracts, cataloguing, storage areas for items, clothing for the operations where you see the different "talent" getting dressed as beggars, taven workers, even scholars.
As you enter the second area, it is very different than Kheldar's as it does look like an intelligence agency. Numerous desks and scribes are taking information, sorting, and cataloguing. Numerous maps are hung or on tables that workers are scribing information on them.
At one of the tables talking with two scribes, is a well-dressed looking scholar, even with a pair of glasses resting on his nose.
What do you do?
"Evening, the Orc at the front pointed me in your direction, you are The Teacher I assume?" Mal will introduce herself and explains her situation, "I am hoping to learn any information dealing with any Zemochs in the area and if there is anything my group and I should be on the lookout for as we head up into the mountains to go talk to some troll gods."
"Oh, have you gotten more hungry... since the day you acquired that Greataxe?" Khessa becomes curious about Tyekanik's weapon "It could be some magical power of it! Do you want me to try to identify it for you? Unless it is an artifact forged by the gods, I should be able to list its abilities..."
"My nickname of Angry Giant is based on more than my appearance,"Tyekanik says with a grin, leaning back in his chair and looking around the room and towards the door. "Most of my life has been living amongst them. And after helping to restore the Ordning, The All Father himself lent this to me. Though you might be strong enough to lift it," looking over Khessa's build and belt, whose runes he instantly recognized, "very few are. And those who wield it become more like Annam himself. Including His appetites."Reaching to the table he finishes the last beer at the table and signals for another round.
Finally, looking towards Maynard he adds, "If this Azash has people talking with the trolls, he might also do so with the Giants. I should talk with them to ensure they do not join. Few understand Giant culture as I."
The slit opened and you see a set of eyes, and after hearing your greeting, closes the slit and open the door. As you enter, it is a very large basement, of what appears to be belongto several buildings by large doors. The doorman is a very large half-orc wearing studded leather armor.
"Teacher in second room, go see teacher," the doorman states. As you enter the area, it is more organized that Kheldar's operation. Areas are set off for the different business dealings-fencing of items, contracts, cataloguing, storage areas for items, clothing for the operations where you see the different "talent" getting dressed as beggars, taven workers, even scholars.
As you enter the second area, it is very different than Kheldar's as it does look like an intelligence agency. Numerous desks and scribes are taking information, sorting, and cataloguing. Numerous maps are hung or on tables that workers are scribing information on them.
At one of the tables talking with two scribes, is a well-dressed looking scholar, even with a pair of glasses resting on his nose.
What do you do?
"Evening, the Orc at the front pointed me in your direction, you are The Teacher I assume?" Mal will introduce herself and explains her situation, "I am hoping to learn any information dealing with any Zemochs in the area and if there is anything my group and I should be on the lookout for as we head up into the mountains to go talk to some troll gods."
The man stands and pushes his glasses further up his nose towards his eyes. "Yes, I go by the Teacher for simplicity, and of course, security. You bring us dire news, but you have also assisted by verifying some of the reports we have been gathering. If you are heading north to the coast, I am assuming you will take ship and travel top Thalesia if you are concerned about the Trolls. Those mountains are their range and are supposed to remain there. The only trouble we have heard are from the gold and silver miners up above the Great Grasslands of Arafel. There are some tall tales coming out, reportedly sightings of a red dragon. Of the walking dead, and Vampires of all things. As it is out of our normal area for collection, we are believing these tales to be rumors only."
He pauses for a moment, to pick up and read a report. "As for between here and the coast, there has been some unsanctioned spying and attempted assassinations that we had to deal with. It seemed they were targeting church men in Berngia and Shienar. We couldn't capture any of them, for those who were not killed outright, swallowed poison. They all has a brand on the right forearm of a sigil we have never seen before. Using the resources here at the university, it's an ancient rune of Eihwaz, which is for death. We are not sure of it's a cult or something else, but we seem to be getting reports nearly daily of additional occurrences with these branded assailants."
"Understandable and respectable, I like it." Mal responds to the teacher, "I have been quite impressed with how your guilds are running things in the different cities, both operations I have witnessed have been run very well."
Then turning to more serious matters at hand, "Yes the capitol has also heard possible rumors of dragons, but not which color. Red you say, that would coincide with gold and silver mines, unfortunately. I would treat these tales as more than just mere rumors and pass the info along as well." Mal pauses for a moment, "I assume you have some connection to the Pandion Order in this town as the King does in Chryellos? If so I would pass on all information regardless of how far fetched it sounds and if you do not have a connection, I can make some introductions and get such a working relationship together. Now if I could get a copy of these reports and a copy of the brand I can show my arcane friends to see if they can seek out any knowledge on it, I woudl appreciate it."
...Finally, looking towards Maynard he adds, "If this Azash has people talking with the trolls, he might also do so with the Giants. I should talk with them to ensure they do not join. Few understand Giant culture as I."
"Then maybe you can be an ambassador to the Trolls too!" Khessa exclaims, while a sudden excitement makes her blue eyes shine "Because the Trolls are Giants... aren't they? It would be really important to convince them at least not to go to war - if not to ally with us".
"Indeed... and after that we were considering meeting with the Devkarin liches as well... you two have already made your general opinion on undead known, but being ancient beings who were present during the original war against the Zemochs, they will likely have a lot of valuable information. More than a few desperate adventurers have come to me when they needed access to forgotten lore, and so I think it is entirely reasonable for me to go to others of my kind now that I have found myself in a strange land fighting unfamiliar foes. I doubt we'll be able to convince them to join us in opposition to Immrama, but we may as well try... after all, if you put that much effort into becoming immortal it wouldn't make much sense to let the world be destroyed. And if it turns out that they have allied themselves with Azash... well... you already know what to do with that axe."
Tyekanik grumbles a bit and replies, “That which has died should remain dead. I would prefer to put them back into the ground. But if Maynard puts his trust in you I will as well. And if you think the liches,” said as a swear word, “can be of use, I will hold my axe.” Scratching his lumberjack beard, Tyekanik then adds, “You raise an interesting point though… Why does this Azash want to end the world anyway? Would he not go with it?”
"Understandable and respectable, I like it." Mal responds to the teacher, "I have been quite impressed with how your guilds are running things in the different cities, both operations I have witnessed have been run very well."
Then turning to more serious matters at hand, "Yes the capitol has also heard possible rumors of dragons, but not which color. Red you say, that would coincide with gold and silver mines, unfortunately. I would treat these tales as more than just mere rumors and pass the info along as well." Mal pauses for a moment, "I assume you have some connection to the Pandion Order in this town as the King does in Chryellos? If so I would pass on all information regardless of how far fetched it sounds and if you do not have a connection, I can make some introductions and get such a working relationship together. Now if I could get a copy of these reports and a copy of the brand I can show my arcane friends to see if they can seek out any knowledge on it, I woudl appreciate it."
He smiles and does a slight bow to you for the compliment. "We may not be the cream of society, but we are professional at we do. We have a reputation to uphold, and this is a tradition within our guild that has been in place for over five hundred years. If not, and we were, to use the old term a simple den of thieves, we would have been rooted out and destroyed. The kingdoms all know we provide a service that is invaluable to them, but valuable to us. I am sure it has been explained that we are, for the most part, loyal citizens and this is as much as a lucrative business then our, shadier side. I'll have copies made if you would like to sit and, if you would like, can provide you some refreshments?"
He motions for one of his workers, hands the report and gives some instructions, before the worker nods and goes off to make copies. "If you will excuse me, I must see to another meeting. I wish you and your comrades all the luck, and I will pass it up our network that you are heading north, and you are to be provided assistance. I am assuming you are coming to Emsat, the capital of Thalesia, look up Talen. He is the guild's representative there. His operation is down by the docks at a shipping conglomerate called the Easy Winds." He bows once more before departing.
After about 15 minutes, the worker returns with copies of the reports.
Tyekanik grumbles a bit and replies, “That which has died should remain dead. I would prefer to put them back into the ground. But if Maynard puts his trust in you I will as well. And if you think the liches,” said as a swear word, “can be of use, I will hold my axe.” Scratching his lumberjack beard, Tyekanik then adds, “You raise an interesting point though… Why does this Azash want to end the world anyway? Would he not go with it?”
Brother Maynard replies, "It may not be his intent to destroy it, rather take it over and convert everyone to his religion. In this way, he is getting revenge on the other gods by taking their worshipers away, like what happened after the last war with the shadow when all of his were decimated."
Maynard pauses, thinking for a moment. "That makes sense, he is out for revenge over not just the kingdoms for his great defeat, but seeking revenge against the younger gods who helped us to defeat him and take his power away." Maynard shakes his head and snorts. "If only that idiot Otho didn't find Azash's old temple and started worshiping him again, none of this would be a problem.
Mal graciously accepts the offer of some refreshments as she waits for the information to be transcribed and she thanks her host for the offer.
When the worker returns, "Thank you, and please inform The Teacher I appreciate all the help and when I come back through here I will seek him out and fill him in on any information I have gathered as well."
With that she will make her way back to the others.
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“End of the world eh?” Tyekanik replies, reaching over and running his hand down his giant sized axe. “So where do we start? Find the Zem’s hidden lair and raze it?”
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This is … troublesome. Immrama is a possibility. We will have to prevent this.
No, I do not have a family at home. But my clan is my family who I will return to.
Bram Quikfoot fractured.
"Very well, Benron!" Khessa smiles at the cleric "I'm pretty sure that, together, we will stop Azash before he can cause too much damage to your clan, or to Eosia... or to the entire Multiverse!"
The blonde arcane warrior replies to Tyekanik about where to start: "At the moment, we are gathering information. To stop Azash and the Immrama, it may be useful for us to try to find out as much as possible about him and what he may have in mind. We'll look for a couple of information here. Then we are planning to heads north to speak to the trolls. Hopefully, later we'll know more... maybe" she winks "we'll know exactly which heads to crack!"
I confidently walk down the stairs until I get to the door and then knock 4 times when the doorman answers the door, "Evening, Boris sent me." Then Mal will wait for what happens next and if questioned further, she will explain, "I am here seeking knowledge of the surrounding area as I am traveling with a group from far away lands to help deal with the current Zemoch plague. My group and I have recently arrived from Chyrellos where I introduced myself to one named King Kheldar and I am seeking the same thing here that I was there, information that the pandion order might not know or believe."
"Having someone to patch me up after a good fight is always helpful!" Tyekanik replies with a smile, adding, "Just stay behind my axe."
Finishing the second of the dinners sitting around him, and starting into the third, Tyekanik replies, mouth half full of food, "Information is good of course. I just usually send others to collect it. Trolls though, are good fun. Looks like Azash is the problem then eh? When do we start?"
--- Cool reminder that we're saving the whole multiverse here. I'm so used to playing in tier 1 where we're just saving towns. it's good to remember that we're already some of the most powerful beings in the world atm, so clearly the threat has to be bigger than us :)
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"We will stay here a day or two" Khessa replies to the Goliath, smiling smugly "just to see what ancient texts may help our cause. I really like your obvious desire for action!" she pats him on the shoulder "It will be satisfied soon - take advantage of this moment to eat a little, perhaps," she winks "so you will have all your energies available when needed!"
"Not yet," Replies Brother Maynard, "We are actually heading up into Thalesia to find Bhlokw, the Troll Gods priest and speak with him. We heard rumors that the dark forces are making promises to the Trolls to come off their mountains, to return to the old days where they could raid and attacks humans again. We want to see if this is true or not as they would put a severe strain on our forces if they have to deal with Trolls."
He pauses for a moment before continuing. "We know that the dark forces not only have spies but may have already corrupted and control one of the Primates in the Hierarchy of the Church. We are trying to keep him in the dark so to say, as to not know our true intent. That's why we are hear, to make sure we are seen by his spies, before heading north."
Brother Maynard pauses and takes a sip from his wine before smiling. "Then my friend, we will raze that Zemoch lair and you can use that great axe of yours."
The slit opened and you see a set of eyes, and after hearing your greeting, closes the slit and open the door. As you enter, it is a very large basement, of what appears to be belong to several buildings by large doors. The doorman is a very large half-orc wearing studded leather armor.
"Teacher in second room, go see teacher," the doorman states. As you enter the area, it is more organized that Kheldar's operation. Areas are set off for the different business dealings-fencing of items, contracts, cataloguing, storage areas for items, clothing for the operations where you see the different "talent" getting dressed as beggars, taven workers, even scholars.
As you enter the second area, it is very different than Kheldar's as it does look like an intelligence agency. Numerous desks and scribes are taking information, sorting, and cataloguing. Numerous maps are hung or on tables that workers are scribing information on them.
At one of the tables talking with two scribes, is a well-dressed looking scholar, even with a pair of glasses resting on his nose.
Pulling the meat from the last turkey leg Tyekanik chuckles and says, "My appetite is close to that of an actual giant. It came when I acquired this," patting the huge axe at his side.
"Should the trolls come down towards my village they will be met with fire and acid enough to ensure none regenerate for generations," Tyekanik says with a grimace. "Trolls are fine when they know their place and stick to it."
"Well, if being seen is your goal, you've called the right man," Tyekanik laughs out loud as all the lanterns flicker. Then, leaning in to the table in an attempt to quiet his voice somewhat adds, "spies, too, have their purpose, but they are never to be trusted. It is good that you know of them."
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"Oh, have you gotten more hungry... since the day you acquired that Greataxe?" Khessa becomes curious about Tyekanik's weapon "It could be some magical power of it! Do you want me to try to identify it for you? Unless it is an artifact forged by the gods, I should be able to list its abilities..."
"Evening, the Orc at the front pointed me in your direction, you are The Teacher I assume?" Mal will introduce herself and explains her situation, "I am hoping to learn any information dealing with any Zemochs in the area and if there is anything my group and I should be on the lookout for as we head up into the mountains to go talk to some troll gods."
"My nickname of Angry Giant is based on more than my appearance," Tyekanik says with a grin, leaning back in his chair and looking around the room and towards the door. "Most of my life has been living amongst them. And after helping to restore the Ordning, The All Father himself lent this to me. Though you might be strong enough to lift it," looking over Khessa's build and belt, whose runes he instantly recognized, "very few are. And those who wield it become more like Annam himself. Including His appetites." Reaching to the table he finishes the last beer at the table and signals for another round.
Finally, looking towards Maynard he adds, "If this Azash has people talking with the trolls, he might also do so with the Giants. I should talk with them to ensure they do not join. Few understand Giant culture as I."
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The man stands and pushes his glasses further up his nose towards his eyes. "Yes, I go by the Teacher for simplicity, and of course, security. You bring us dire news, but you have also assisted by verifying some of the reports we have been gathering. If you are heading north to the coast, I am assuming you will take ship and travel top Thalesia if you are concerned about the Trolls. Those mountains are their range and are supposed to remain there. The only trouble we have heard are from the gold and silver miners up above the Great Grasslands of Arafel. There are some tall tales coming out, reportedly sightings of a red dragon. Of the walking dead, and Vampires of all things. As it is out of our normal area for collection, we are believing these tales to be rumors only."
He pauses for a moment, to pick up and read a report. "As for between here and the coast, there has been some unsanctioned spying and attempted assassinations that we had to deal with. It seemed they were targeting church men in Berngia and Shienar. We couldn't capture any of them, for those who were not killed outright, swallowed poison. They all has a brand on the right forearm of a sigil we have never seen before. Using the resources here at the university, it's an ancient rune of Eihwaz, which is for death. We are not sure of it's a cult or something else, but we seem to be getting reports nearly daily of additional occurrences with these branded assailants."
"Understandable and respectable, I like it." Mal responds to the teacher, "I have been quite impressed with how your guilds are running things in the different cities, both operations I have witnessed have been run very well."
Then turning to more serious matters at hand, "Yes the capitol has also heard possible rumors of dragons, but not which color. Red you say, that would coincide with gold and silver mines, unfortunately. I would treat these tales as more than just mere rumors and pass the info along as well." Mal pauses for a moment, "I assume you have some connection to the Pandion Order in this town as the King does in Chryellos? If so I would pass on all information regardless of how far fetched it sounds and if you do not have a connection, I can make some introductions and get such a working relationship together. Now if I could get a copy of these reports and a copy of the brand I can show my arcane friends to see if they can seek out any knowledge on it, I woudl appreciate it."
"Then maybe you can be an ambassador to the Trolls too!" Khessa exclaims, while a sudden excitement makes her blue eyes shine "Because the Trolls are Giants... aren't they? It would be really important to convince them at least not to go to war - if not to ally with us".
Akkron nods.
"Indeed... and after that we were considering meeting with the Devkarin liches as well... you two have already made your general opinion on undead known, but being ancient beings who were present during the original war against the Zemochs, they will likely have a lot of valuable information. More than a few desperate adventurers have come to me when they needed access to forgotten lore, and so I think it is entirely reasonable for me to go to others of my kind now that I have found myself in a strange land fighting unfamiliar foes. I doubt we'll be able to convince them to join us in opposition to Immrama, but we may as well try... after all, if you put that much effort into becoming immortal it wouldn't make much sense to let the world be destroyed. And if it turns out that they have allied themselves with Azash... well... you already know what to do with that axe."
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Tyekanik grumbles a bit and replies, “That which has died should remain dead. I would prefer to put them back into the ground. But if Maynard puts his trust in you I will as well. And if you think the liches,” said as a swear word, “can be of use, I will hold my axe.” Scratching his lumberjack beard, Tyekanik then adds, “You raise an interesting point though… Why does this Azash want to end the world anyway? Would he not go with it?”
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He smiles and does a slight bow to you for the compliment. "We may not be the cream of society, but we are professional at we do. We have a reputation to uphold, and this is a tradition within our guild that has been in place for over five hundred years. If not, and we were, to use the old term a simple den of thieves, we would have been rooted out and destroyed. The kingdoms all know we provide a service that is invaluable to them, but valuable to us. I am sure it has been explained that we are, for the most part, loyal citizens and this is as much as a lucrative business then our, shadier side. I'll have copies made if you would like to sit and, if you would like, can provide you some refreshments?"
He motions for one of his workers, hands the report and gives some instructions, before the worker nods and goes off to make copies. "If you will excuse me, I must see to another meeting. I wish you and your comrades all the luck, and I will pass it up our network that you are heading north, and you are to be provided assistance. I am assuming you are coming to Emsat, the capital of Thalesia, look up Talen. He is the guild's representative there. His operation is down by the docks at a shipping conglomerate called the Easy Winds." He bows once more before departing.
After about 15 minutes, the worker returns with copies of the reports.
Brother Maynard replies, "It may not be his intent to destroy it, rather take it over and convert everyone to his religion. In this way, he is getting revenge on the other gods by taking their worshipers away, like what happened after the last war with the shadow when all of his were decimated."
Maynard pauses, thinking for a moment. "That makes sense, he is out for revenge over not just the kingdoms for his great defeat, but seeking revenge against the younger gods who helped us to defeat him and take his power away." Maynard shakes his head and snorts. "If only that idiot Otho didn't find Azash's old temple and started worshiping him again, none of this would be a problem.
Mal graciously accepts the offer of some refreshments as she waits for the information to be transcribed and she thanks her host for the offer.
When the worker returns, "Thank you, and please inform The Teacher I appreciate all the help and when I come back through here I will seek him out and fill him in on any information I have gathered as well."
With that she will make her way back to the others.