Jemal
Adventurer
A common log cabin nestled in the forest, a hundred feet from a lake. It is peaceful, secluded, and relaxing. Had you not allready known who awaited you here, it would have seemed like nothing more than it's appearance suggested.
As each of you arrived, however, the old man appeared to greet you loudly, announcing you and introducing you to those who were allready there.
"Adamas the Sylvan Myth"
"Arineil Silverwing, Heavenly Daughter"
"Chevik Quintillion, Son of the Knowledge Seeker."
"Damien, the 12th Raven"
"Oroz Brook, who Sails the Winds."
"Sabastian the Scheemer"
"Sigil, Once and Future Queen of Summer"
"Silivrenniel, The Sunkeeper"
"Tagret Artalen, Of the River's Strength"
He informed each of you that your bloodline was being called upon in the land's time of need, and that he would guide you on your path.
The new moon, he kept telling you. On the eve of the new moon your companions would be assembled, and then he would seek his vision. Now around the fire you sit, awaiting the old man's vision. For two hours he sits there silently, floating above the flames, the smoke swirling around him, the stillness broken only by the dancing of the magical flames.
"I see Darkness." His voice rings out into the silence "A great darkness spreads across a once proud nation. It fell long ago, before the memories of the present time. Overgrown now, it has sunk into a murky swamp, long forgotten. Deep in the heart of this once great land, I see a decaying temple.. a prison for the one who nearly destroyed the world. A Dark Warlord stirs in his prison, his shackles weakening. An artifact of growing evil stands near him, An ancient sword of immense power. The tomb has been overcome with Vile energies. I see the warlord awakening, and breaking free of his prison. But I also see you, destroying the sword. I see hope, a chance to contain this great threat before it is too late." His eyes open and he falls to the ground, landing beside the fire as it flickers lower. Coughing a few times, the old man lifts himself up, motioning away any who come to his aid.
"You have a difficult and long journey ahead of you. I recognized this land, it is the southern swamps, many days from here, and once the home to a great nation known as Flynn.. The nation that stopped this Dark Warlord from conquering the entire world." He stands and his eyes trace over each of yours, landing on Sigil. "If he returns, our world will not be safe. He predates many of your bloodlines, and even the legends of his own time were sorely pressed to slow him and his chosen Generals."
"There were others in my vision who are not among you. Should they arrive here, I will send them to you, but you must make haste, my visions show me only what could happen before the next moon. You must destroy this sword before it can finish freeing the Warlord... and you must be careful, there will be powerful guardians, and the swamp itself is a dangerous place for any mortal, even those of your stature. I would suggest resting until morning and then setting out, but if you wish to leave now, I'll not stop you."
As each of you arrived, however, the old man appeared to greet you loudly, announcing you and introducing you to those who were allready there.
"Adamas the Sylvan Myth"
"Arineil Silverwing, Heavenly Daughter"
"Chevik Quintillion, Son of the Knowledge Seeker."
"Damien, the 12th Raven"
"Oroz Brook, who Sails the Winds."
"Sabastian the Scheemer"
"Sigil, Once and Future Queen of Summer"
"Silivrenniel, The Sunkeeper"
"Tagret Artalen, Of the River's Strength"
He informed each of you that your bloodline was being called upon in the land's time of need, and that he would guide you on your path.
The new moon, he kept telling you. On the eve of the new moon your companions would be assembled, and then he would seek his vision. Now around the fire you sit, awaiting the old man's vision. For two hours he sits there silently, floating above the flames, the smoke swirling around him, the stillness broken only by the dancing of the magical flames.
"I see Darkness." His voice rings out into the silence "A great darkness spreads across a once proud nation. It fell long ago, before the memories of the present time. Overgrown now, it has sunk into a murky swamp, long forgotten. Deep in the heart of this once great land, I see a decaying temple.. a prison for the one who nearly destroyed the world. A Dark Warlord stirs in his prison, his shackles weakening. An artifact of growing evil stands near him, An ancient sword of immense power. The tomb has been overcome with Vile energies. I see the warlord awakening, and breaking free of his prison. But I also see you, destroying the sword. I see hope, a chance to contain this great threat before it is too late." His eyes open and he falls to the ground, landing beside the fire as it flickers lower. Coughing a few times, the old man lifts himself up, motioning away any who come to his aid.
"You have a difficult and long journey ahead of you. I recognized this land, it is the southern swamps, many days from here, and once the home to a great nation known as Flynn.. The nation that stopped this Dark Warlord from conquering the entire world." He stands and his eyes trace over each of yours, landing on Sigil. "If he returns, our world will not be safe. He predates many of your bloodlines, and even the legends of his own time were sorely pressed to slow him and his chosen Generals."
"There were others in my vision who are not among you. Should they arrive here, I will send them to you, but you must make haste, my visions show me only what could happen before the next moon. You must destroy this sword before it can finish freeing the Warlord... and you must be careful, there will be powerful guardians, and the swamp itself is a dangerous place for any mortal, even those of your stature. I would suggest resting until morning and then setting out, but if you wish to leave now, I'll not stop you."
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