My thanks for the assistance strangers. My name is Lhazaar, Pirate Queen of the Free Fleets, there were more titles after that one but they aren’t important any more. What brings you to my island?
Rollo approaches Lhazaar we were travelling past the islands in an airship when we were hit by a freak storm which caused us to crash here. We were out looking for supplies and to see if anyone else was on the island when we heard the battle, and so came to your aid
That is a long story with a longer explanation, come with me and while you rest and bind your wounds I shall share my tale with you. She turns and heads to a wall, pulling on the sconce she opens a passage leading down into a selection of living quarters.
You descend the stairs into a well appointed suite of rooms, a dining table fills the main chamber and there are several bed rooms that lead off of it. Lhazaar walks to the head of the table and sits down heavily into the seat there. Come, come take a seat. Help yourself to some of the food if you’re hungry. Which of your question me do you want me to answer first?
Ah my boy that’s not so awkward just long winded. I was once half-elven like your young friend there. My father was from Aerenal, a councillor in the Undying Court, back during the height of the war between the elves and the dragons of Argonnessen. He orchestrated the cessation in hostilities between the two races, ironically it was the birth of another half elf that proved pivotal in forging the peace and a short term alliance.
The House of Vol, a political rival of the Undying Court, was the only Dragonmarked House that contained the Mark of Death. This mark had powers to rival and possibly coerce the Undying Court, however it was fuelled by negative energy not the positive that sustains the Court to this day. Unbeknownst to most at the time the Regent of the House had given birth to a half Dragon, who possessed what was believed to be the strongest Dragon Mark ever seen. The House of Vol was deemed to be a threat to both nations and was eradicated. During the conflict my father was killed while I was serving in the Aerenal Fleet. Minara Vol sensing that defeat was inevitable turned her daughter into a Lich and spirited both the daughter and the phylactery away. With the end of the war I left Aerenal and settled in the country of Kharrnath where my elven heritage was not a detriment to me.
There I found a people down trodden and disenfranchised, the nobility obsessed with undeath and denying the gods their due in souls, to the detriment of the underclasses. Rebellion was formenting and I was once again flung into war. My naval expertise meant that I swiftly rose through the raiding ranks and it wasn’t long until I led a pirate fleet, ravaging the Kharrnathi fleets and denying them plunder and supplies. On one raid we seized the Kings Galleon, inside the vaults we found an Emerald Dragon statue. Lhazaar pauses to take a drink from a goblet full of what you hope is red wine. We set sail to what you call the Principalities and I founded a nation of privateers, those who rule do so through their ability instead of through birthright. Years later the Kharrnathi came looking for their lost plunder. It was then I discovered that the statue was the missing phylactery of the Vol scion. An undead fleet hounded my ships and I eventually set sail for this island hoping to lure the Kharrnathi into an ambush. It was a slaughter, every one of my crew who fell rose again as a soldier for the Vol *****. I was forced further and further back inland until we came to the volcano. It has been dormant for millennia and so was no use to me in attempting to destroy the phylactery. On the precipice I faced despair and certain doom. I dropped to my knees and prayed to whoever would listen for salvation. The Traveller and Boldrei, two unlikely allies, answered my prayers. The sun flared bright and burned the undead from the island and the Traveller summoned the perpetual storm to smash the fleets at sea preventing any to return here. Boldrei gave me the charge of protecting the statue and preventing it from falling into the hands of the Blood of Vol. The Traveller, ever the trickster, bound me to this island. Boldrei granted me a form of immortality, the curse of the nosferat, vampirism if you will, but much like the Undying Court, I was filled with positive energy and for awhile I was able to move in the suns presence. The Traveller however had other plans, as the centuries passed I became weaker unless I fed on the blood of living creatures but the more I fed the more the sun burnt. Today I am unable to bear its presence without damage but I have found that feeding from the local fauna keeps me strong.
Eoni devouring the food on the table, mid chicken leg, rummages in a pocket and produces the signet ring from earlier. She flings it at Lhazaar, This mean anything to you?
Lhazaar picks up the ring and inspects it. Hmmmm this is a ring for the Mark of Shadows, it predates the elves leaving Aerenal and forming the House of Thurianni in Khorvaire. Other than that I cannot say more.
That necromancer stole the phylactery and I can no longer sense it’s presence on the island. They said something about being part of the Emerald Claw and the Blood of Vol. I am worried that they mean to reunite it with the Lich it belongs to. I can already feel my essence fading I will not be long for this realm
My lady, I am a disciple of the Goddess Boldrei. The blessing she placed upon you is wondrous indeed. If you wish, I can offer a prayer to her now to seek further aid?
Without waiting for an answer, he bows his head slightly. Then, realising she had just said she was not long for the world, raised his head again.
My lady, I know you must be so tired after so long carrying out your important charge, but have you any idea where the necromancer may have taken the phylactery? We have some shared knowledge between us of tales of the Emerald Claw, but we have no idea where to look for them.
I don’t know much about this Order of the Emerald Claw but the Blood of Vol is a religious cult in Kharrnath, they used to be based in the city of Atur. Anyway for now finish eating and get some rest
Eventually you all retire to rest. The next day you return to the main room where you conversed with Lhazaar and discover that she has aged rapidly overnight. Deep wrinkles frame her eyes and her hair has faded to a washed out grey. Good morning everyone, I hope you are feeling better?
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My thanks for the assistance strangers. My name is Lhazaar, Pirate Queen of the Free Fleets, there were more titles after that one but they aren’t important any more. What brings you to my island?
Rollo approaches Lhazaar we were travelling past the islands in an airship when we were hit by a freak storm which caused us to crash here. We were out looking for supplies and to see if anyone else was on the island when we heard the battle, and so came to your aid
Why exactly were they attacking you ...and what are you? Eoni asks, tilting her head to the side.
That is a long story with a longer explanation, come with me and while you rest and bind your wounds I shall share my tale with you. She turns and heads to a wall, pulling on the sconce she opens a passage leading down into a selection of living quarters.
Eoni raises an eyebrow, watching Lhazaar, trying to figure out if there’s something amiss.
Insight 19
Eoni, you sense no deception from this woman, and it seems she is willing to trust you since you intervened in the attack against her
Right ho, off we go... Eoni says merrily, skipping off after Lhazaar down the dark corridor.
Diomedes follows behind, muttering under his 'breath'
Goddess, open my senses
Detect Magic
You descend the stairs into a well appointed suite of rooms, a dining table fills the main chamber and there are several bed rooms that lead off of it. Lhazaar walks to the head of the table and sits down heavily into the seat there.
Come, come take a seat. Help yourself to some of the food if you’re hungry. Which of your question me do you want me to answer first?
Let’s get the awkward one out of the way, what are you?
Ah my boy that’s not so awkward just long winded. I was once half-elven like your young friend there. My father was from Aerenal, a councillor in the Undying Court, back during the height of the war between the elves and the dragons of Argonnessen. He orchestrated the cessation in hostilities between the two races, ironically it was the birth of another half elf that proved pivotal in forging the peace and a short term alliance.
The House of Vol, a political rival of the Undying Court, was the only Dragonmarked House that contained the Mark of Death. This mark had powers to rival and possibly coerce the Undying Court, however it was fuelled by negative energy not the positive that sustains the Court to this day. Unbeknownst to most at the time the Regent of the House had given birth to a half Dragon, who possessed what was believed to be the strongest Dragon Mark ever seen. The House of Vol was deemed to be a threat to both nations and was eradicated. During the conflict my father was killed while I was serving in the Aerenal Fleet. Minara Vol sensing that defeat was inevitable turned her daughter into a Lich and spirited both the daughter and the phylactery away.
With the end of the war I left Aerenal and settled in the country of Kharrnath where my elven heritage was not a detriment to me.
There I found a people down trodden and disenfranchised, the nobility obsessed with undeath and denying the gods their due in souls, to the detriment of the underclasses. Rebellion was formenting and I was once again flung into war. My naval expertise meant that I swiftly rose through the raiding ranks and it wasn’t long until I led a pirate fleet, ravaging the Kharrnathi fleets and denying them plunder and supplies. On one raid we seized the Kings Galleon, inside the vaults we found an Emerald Dragon statue. Lhazaar pauses to take a drink from a goblet full of what you hope is red wine.
We set sail to what you call the Principalities and I founded a nation of privateers, those who rule do so through their ability instead of through birthright. Years later the Kharrnathi came looking for their lost plunder. It was then I discovered that the statue was the missing phylactery of the Vol scion. An undead fleet hounded my ships and I eventually set sail for this island hoping to lure the Kharrnathi into an ambush. It was a slaughter, every one of my crew who fell rose again as a soldier for the Vol *****. I was forced further and further back inland until we came to the volcano. It has been dormant for millennia and so was no use to me in attempting to destroy the phylactery. On the precipice I faced despair and certain doom. I dropped to my knees and prayed to whoever would listen for salvation. The Traveller and Boldrei, two unlikely allies, answered my prayers. The sun flared bright and burned the undead from the island and the Traveller summoned the perpetual storm to smash the fleets at sea preventing any to return here. Boldrei gave me the charge of protecting the statue and preventing it from falling into the hands of the Blood of Vol. The Traveller, ever the trickster, bound me to this island. Boldrei granted me a form of immortality, the curse of the nosferat, vampirism if you will, but much like the Undying Court, I was filled with positive energy and for awhile I was able to move in the suns presence. The Traveller however had other plans, as the centuries passed I became weaker unless I fed on the blood of living creatures but the more I fed the more the sun burnt. Today I am unable to bear its presence without damage but I have found that feeding from the local fauna keeps me strong.
Eoni devouring the food on the table, mid chicken leg, rummages in a pocket and produces the signet ring from earlier. She flings it at Lhazaar, This mean anything to you?
Lhazaar picks up the ring and inspects it. Hmmmm this is a ring for the Mark of Shadows, it predates the elves leaving Aerenal and forming the House of Thurianni in Khorvaire. Other than that I cannot say more.
So, why were you being attacked?
That necromancer stole the phylactery and I can no longer sense it’s presence on the island. They said something about being part of the Emerald Claw and the Blood of Vol. I am worried that they mean to reunite it with the Lich it belongs to. I can already feel my essence fading I will not be long for this realm
My lady, I am a disciple of the Goddess Boldrei. The blessing she placed upon you is wondrous indeed. If you wish, I can offer a prayer to her now to seek further aid?
Without waiting for an answer, he bows his head slightly. Then, realising she had just said she was not long for the world, raised his head again.
My lady, I know you must be so tired after so long carrying out your important charge, but have you any idea where the necromancer may have taken the phylactery? We have some shared knowledge between us of tales of the Emerald Claw, but we have no idea where to look for them.
I don’t know much about this Order of the Emerald Claw but the Blood of Vol is a religious cult in Kharrnath, they used to be based in the city of Atur. Anyway for now finish eating and get some rest
Diomedes bores Lhazaar for a short time with talk of Boldrei and how great she is before joining the others in a much needed rest.
Ring recharge 2
Eventually you all retire to rest. The next day you return to the main room where you conversed with Lhazaar and discover that she has aged rapidly overnight. Deep wrinkles frame her eyes and her hair has faded to a washed out grey.
Good morning everyone, I hope you are feeling better?