Nyx, you don't see many places to hide, but you see several open hallways leading to and from this room. Just as you finish coughing, Lyngheid pops in next to you followed by Ireniana, then Umbriel and whoever else took a drink, including Droop!
You all see a fairly large room with hallways and lots of Tressym lounging around on the sparse furniture.
Baeshra would look at the man, more curious than suspicious, "Why not say this before she drinks and disappears?" And he'll take a cup and wait to see if the man is going to drink first, if he does, he'll drink right after, if not, he'll wait for a minute or two, fixing him with his reptilian stare before drinking.
A moment after Umbriel asks his question of Nyx, a soft patter of footprints comes down the hallway and a very old human male in robes enters the room. He greets you warmly: "Hello there! Oh my, there's a lot of you! You all must be special for Dral to send this many. What can I do for you, hmm?"
Just as he finishes speaking Baeshra bamphs in, and the old man startles. "Another! Hello there!"
The old man chuckles "Haha, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Krowen Valharro, the archmage of Moongleam Tower, where you now find yourselves!" He studies you all closely: "Are any of you fellow Harpers? You must be!"
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The Harpers is an old organization that has risen, been shattered, and risen again several times. Its longevity and resilience are largely due to its decentralized, grassroots, secretive nature, and the near-autonomy of many of its members. The Harpers have “cells” and lone operatives throughout Faerûn, although they interact and share information with one another from time to time as needs warrant. The Harpers' ideology is noble, and its members pride themselves on their integrity and incorruptibility. Harpers do not seek power or glory, only fair and equal treatment for all.
Their goals are:
To gather information throughout Faerûn, discern the political dynamics within each region or realm, and promote fairness and equality by covert means. Act openly as a last resort. Thwart tyrants and any leader, government, or group that grows too powerful, and aid the weak, the poor, and the oppressed.
Krowen looks puzzled. "Oh? Not Harpers. Why did Dral send you here, hmm?"
Ireniana shrugged. "He didn't explain. He just had us drink from a cup and here we are. Perhaps he wants us to join. More importantly, he probably wants us to inform you about the increased giant activity we've faced." She turns to Nyx. "My colleague is a better storyteller than I am."
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"The Tressym are quite good at catching mice, yes. But we have them more because they make great pets!"
At the mention of giants, and assuming Nyx relays everything she relayed to Dral, Krowen listens intently then nods.
"Yes, I'm well aware of this giant problem. The giant's upheavel poses a grave threat to the balance of power here in the North. I have it on good authority that the Harpers, the Lord's Alliance, the Emerald Enclave, the Order of the Gauntlet and the Zhentarim are all taking steps to protect all of civilization against the giants' depredations. Giants and Dragons have a long history of conflict, and I suspect that the dragons might somehow be responsible for the latest uprising from the giants."
"Follow me, please!"
And he turns and walks out of the parlor and down a short hallway to a locked door that he opens.
Inside is a circular chamber, with another mage in the room.
"This is Nespril. He stands ready to assist with this circle."
And Krowen stands aside so you can get a clear look at the circle etched into the floor. "This is a teleportation circle. There is one here in Everlund, Loudwater, Mirabar, Neverwinter, Waterdeep and Yartar, all run by the Harpers. Seeing as you all are helping with the Giants, you can use our Network until the Harpers decide otherwise."
"And, for your help with the defense of Triboar, take this." He holds out a small wooden coffer. The coffer is unlocked, and has six compartments each of which contains a rolled-up spell scroll.
She looked to Umbriel, " So can we leave the thing here?"
Umbriel looks up from the scrolls, an enthusiastic gleam in his eyes, which transitions to a slightly flummoxed look at Lyngheid's question. "That would be ideal, perhaps, but it's still on the cart outside of Danivarr's House." Turning to Krowen, he says, "Would this be the safest place to store a piece of the Vonindod construct? We had originally intended to take it to Citadel Felbarr, but if this is a more secure location, it will certainly speed up our travel without it."
"Yes, our network can take this Vonindod fragment, and keep it somewhere safer. I dare say we may even be able to learn a few things from it. If that's what you wish to do, I'll make the appropriate arrangements."
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OOC: Ireniana would have still drank.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Nyx, you don't see many places to hide, but you see several open hallways leading to and from this room. Just as you finish coughing, Lyngheid pops in next to you followed by Ireniana, then Umbriel and whoever else took a drink, including Droop!
You all see a fairly large room with hallways and lots of Tressym lounging around on the sparse furniture.
"...what a curious aftertaste. Tressym? Well, that's certainly better than being surrounded by trolls. What now, Nyx?"
Baeshra would look at the man, more curious than suspicious, "Why not say this before she drinks and disappears?" And he'll take a cup and wait to see if the man is going to drink first, if he does, he'll drink right after, if not, he'll wait for a minute or two, fixing him with his reptilian stare before drinking.
A moment after Umbriel asks his question of Nyx, a soft patter of footprints comes down the hallway and a very old human male in robes enters the room. He greets you warmly: "Hello there! Oh my, there's a lot of you! You all must be special for Dral to send this many. What can I do for you, hmm?"
Just as he finishes speaking Baeshra bamphs in, and the old man startles. "Another! Hello there!"
" Lyngheid Rockbreaker at your service, and who might you be?"
The old man chuckles "Haha, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Krowen Valharro, the archmage of Moongleam Tower, where you now find yourselves!" He studies you all closely: "Are any of you fellow Harpers? You must be!"
"I think we are more fellow do gooders, just not of the Harper flavour... unless?" Nyx gazes around at the others.
"They call me Nyx by the way."
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Ireniana shakes her head. "I'm not a Harper. I've met and boxed some in the ring, at least I think I have."
Ireniana is going to make a history check as well on what she knows about the Harpers as well.
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You both know quite a bit about the Harpers.
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Faction -- The Harpers
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FACTION OVERVIEW
The Harpers is an old organization that has risen, been shattered, and risen again several times. Its longevity and resilience are largely due to its decentralized, grassroots, secretive nature, and the near-autonomy of many of its members. The Harpers have “cells” and lone operatives throughout Faerûn, although they interact and share information with one another from time to time as needs warrant. The Harpers' ideology is noble, and its members pride themselves on their integrity and incorruptibility. Harpers do not seek power or glory, only fair and equal treatment for all.
Their goals are:
To gather information throughout Faerûn, discern the political dynamics within each region or realm, and promote fairness and equality by covert means. Act openly as a last resort. Thwart tyrants and any leader, government, or group that grows too powerful, and aid the weak, the poor, and the oppressed.
Krowen looks puzzled. "Oh? Not Harpers. Why did Dral send you here, hmm?"
Ireniana shrugged. "He didn't explain. He just had us drink from a cup and here we are. Perhaps he wants us to join. More importantly, he probably wants us to inform you about the increased giant activity we've faced." She turns to Nyx. "My colleague is a better storyteller than I am."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Baeshra shrugs at the question of being a harper, "Clawed fingers aren't as good with stringed instruments."
" Not musically inclined. Is there any more drink?"
"...and why all the tressym?"
" Mice?"
Krowen chuckles.
"No. At least, not yet."
"The Tressym are quite good at catching mice, yes. But we have them more because they make great pets!"
At the mention of giants, and assuming Nyx relays everything she relayed to Dral, Krowen listens intently then nods.
"Yes, I'm well aware of this giant problem. The giant's upheavel poses a grave threat to the balance of power here in the North. I have it on good authority that the Harpers, the Lord's Alliance, the Emerald Enclave, the Order of the Gauntlet and the Zhentarim are all taking steps to protect all of civilization against the giants' depredations. Giants and Dragons have a long history of conflict, and I suspect that the dragons might somehow be responsible for the latest uprising from the giants."
"Follow me, please!"
And he turns and walks out of the parlor and down a short hallway to a locked door that he opens.
Inside is a circular chamber, with another mage in the room.
"This is Nespril. He stands ready to assist with this circle."
And Krowen stands aside so you can get a clear look at the circle etched into the floor. "This is a teleportation circle. There is one here in Everlund, Loudwater, Mirabar, Neverwinter, Waterdeep and Yartar, all run by the Harpers. Seeing as you all are helping with the Giants, you can use our Network until the Harpers decide otherwise."
"And, for your help with the defense of Triboar, take this." He holds out a small wooden coffer. The coffer is unlocked, and has six compartments each of which contains a rolled-up spell scroll.
Once you look at the scrolls, you find:
Dispel Magic, Fly, sending, tongues, water breathing, and one unintelligible scroll.
Lyngheid is disappointed at the lack of libations but cheered by the gift and offers of assistance.
She looked to Umbriel, " So can we leave the thing here?"
Umbriel looks up from the scrolls, an enthusiastic gleam in his eyes, which transitions to a slightly flummoxed look at Lyngheid's question. "That would be ideal, perhaps, but it's still on the cart outside of Danivarr's House." Turning to Krowen, he says, "Would this be the safest place to store a piece of the Vonindod construct? We had originally intended to take it to Citadel Felbarr, but if this is a more secure location, it will certainly speed up our travel without it."
Krowen thinks for a moment.
"Yes, our network can take this Vonindod fragment, and keep it somewhere safer. I dare say we may even be able to learn a few things from it. If that's what you wish to do, I'll make the appropriate arrangements."