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    Whispers in the Night

    Whispers in the Night

    While the Mystic Pearl has cornered the market on average magical items, there exists a shop in Venza that caters to the winds of chaos, harnessing them to bind souls into items, creating the most precious things in the world, magic that thinks for itself.

    People in the know, even in whispers, only refer to it as 'that place'. For it is known that the owner can regularly do what a mage might only be able to once in their lifetime, breath life and sentience into something which had none before.
    Rules: While there are mechanics to intelligent item construction, this is the one part of LPF where the mechanics are hidden from the players, characters and even judges. Gold is not the only currency bartered within these walls. Even the binder, with her extensive power is not able to guarantee a result. This is because friendship cannot be bought, it must be earned. Personalities are as fickle as the dice of fate.
    Nobody really remembers when, but rumors tell that the shop simply appeared one night. Anyone looking at the massive sixty by eighty foot, four story, stone structure easily dismisses the tale as idle gossip. The massive oak double doors, twenty feet tall, are large enough that one assumes even a fire giant would be comfortable entering this place. A raised wooden porch, extending from the building twenty feet in every direction marks a territory few dare to tread. Although the building is set off from, and higher than its neighbors, it seems to be cloaked in shadows. The walls are polished gray stone and contain no windows.

    If you approach the door, a pair of knockers greet you.
    "Good evening. And your name is?".......... "Do you have an appointment?"

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    Interior main room description, unfinished, but sufficient for the moment.

    Inside the door, the main showroom is two stories high, with open stair cases on the left and right walls, leading to a balcony and floor above the back half of the building. The main floor is spacious, with few obstructions. The mithral suit of armor at the door, with a greatsword ready, stands motionless but, considering the reputation of this place, you can assume it is ready for service.

    Shelf after shelf of books line the walls above and below the staircases. A few books are propped open in stands or on podiums around the room. A small demonesque creature waves you in and motions for you to sit in one of the two luxurious chairs at the far side of the room, near what looks like a more customary sales counter.
    Last edited by Living PF Judge; Wednesday, 8th February, 2012 at 12:17 PM.

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    Anaerion heard tales of the powerful binder when he was shopping in the Mystic Pearl. He had tried himself several times to bind and upgrade the amulet that his father given him so many years ago. However, every time he tried to do so, he was unable to bring sentience to it.

    After his experience at the Crypt, Anaerion knew that even as strong as a wizard he was becoming, someone or something is always stronger. In order to stimulate his growth, Anaerion needed a mentor. And what better mentor is the very item his father used as his own bonded item?

    He was prepared to knock on the door when it spoke to him, when he was startled by the knockers themselves. He quickly composed himself, saying "My name is Anaerion, and unfortunately I do not have an appointment. However, I have been told that this was the place a very powerful binder lived. I look for his assistance."

    Once being allowed in, a 2' flying demonesque creature waved him in, pointing to a seat cushion that looked fairly comfortable. Sitting down, Anaerion quickly wraps his brain around what this creature is.

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    While standing at the door, Anaerion feels a powerful wave of magic flow over and affect him, as if the entire house was examining him. Immediately following that a second spell, this time coming from the right knocker, tries to invade his soul. This second spell, Anaerion is able to shrug off. The knocker smiles. "You are worthy to pass Anaerion. It is our job to send away the weak ones."


    After the servant has seated Anaerion, there is a bit of a pause while waiting for the mistress of the house. Looking around, there are three things that stands prominently. Thousands of books line ornate wooden shelves upon the walls. Rose vines seem to wind through the shelves, some growing from the shelves themselves. All colors that mortal man has ever looked upon seem to be represented in the roses. No two roses on an individual vine are the same color. Um, copper, a copper rose shouldn't exist, but in here it does. Third, in the murals and paintings upon the walls, in several relief carvings, there are dragons. Again, vibrant colors that mortals do not expect are common around this library and home.

    From behind a curtain which likely leads to a back hallway, a beautiful elven woman, in her prime, comes out the greet her guest. With mithral colored hair and lavender eyes, this elven maiden is dressed in luxurious silks and walks with courtly refinement. She approaches and lounges comfortably in the other chair. The only items she seems to be wearing are a headband, necklace with an amulet and a few rings.

    "So, Anaerion, you have come to test your destiny. What is it you are looking for?"

    Kn Arcana or Planes DC 13
    The servant is a homunculus. A construct servant that, while it does not speak, can communicate via telepathy to its master. This one looks stronger than normal.
    Perception DC 15
    Maybe to pay a little respect to her neighbors in the city, red and white roses are conspicuously missing.
    As you talk, her hair and eye colors seem to drift and shift across the rainbow.

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    Anaerion stares all around, wondering how much all of this cost. Clearly, you can clearly see how unique this place is. He observed the paintings of the dragons, partly hoping they would spring to life, and partly imagining how impressive it would be to fight against such a fearsome creature as a dragon.

    Anaerrion also was tempted to pull down a book and start reading it. He was going to buy research materials back at the Pearl, to supplement his knowledge of fascinating creatures that exist in the world. He was most impressed, however, with the roses. Very few of the colors where recognizable, and he impressed by all the different colors. He considered trying to determine what type of magic is used to create such a majestic display when the elven woman entered

    Startled the woman knew his name, Anaerion was going to ask her how she knew it before he realized it was the doorknockers out front who informed her. Reevaluating how he was going to approach this, Anaerion says "While you know my name, I am afraid I do not know yours. And as for what I am looking for, I have an answer for that."

    Standing up straighter in his chair and leaning forward, Anaerion continues with "Magic, is by its very nature, impossible to under stand fully. People dedicate years to study, and only scrape the tip of what one is able to do. Others are able to wield it with such force that only armies can stop them. However, there is magic that can heal, mend, and recover what was once lost. It is both a great gift from the gods, and a deadly power that others wield for their own satisfactions. What I look for, is the answer to the question 'How should Anaerion use magic to help those in great need.'"
    Last edited by jackslate45; Thursday, 9th February, 2012 at 03:52 AM.

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    Die Rolls for the awakening of Winterbite.

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    After breaking Winterbite free from his prison, she returns her friends to their homes, and then rests.
    A long and needed rest, for the magics she unleashes took their toll.
    A new ally is on the field of battle, and the unseen war rages on.

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    It seemed like forever ago when he last walked these steps, but the path was still familar to him. Anaerion continues walking, looking for the place where he first found Malkovian. Malkovian, somehow observing the changes in the path as Anaerion gets closer, speaks up with an eager voice:

    "Are we off to see Mother? It's been forever since I saw her!"

    "I feel like you worked hard trying to defeat that monster, and I know your...Mother...would be pleased to hear about it."

    "This will be fun!"

    Fun...is a way to put it. Anaerion thinks to himself as they get closer to the door with the double knockers. Reaching into his backpack, Anaerion takes out the multicolored rose that he first recieved from the binder, and pins it back on his chest. Those who saw the flower immidiatly shy away, but Anaerion was still focused on finding the place that he really did not pay attention to it.

    Once again finding the knockers, he approches the door. Ready for the knockers to ask the question, Anaerion opens his mouth. However, Malkovian was quicker to form his words.

    "Good day! I am here to see Mother with Anaerion! Let me in, I have wonderful stories to tell her!"

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    The knockers acknowledge you, "Impetuous little one, isn't he? Well, give him a hundred years and he will settle down." "Or one scolding from Mother." in a frightful undertone. "At least the boy is respectful. Just a moment, we will check to see if she will receive you."

    A moment passes, and another, and another. They roll their eyes a bit, still waiting for an answer you don't think you can here. "Don't even say it. If she hears you, you'll be spending the next hundred years as the inside handle a the troll's outhouse." After about five minutes, "She is ready to see the two of you now."

    The doors open. The room looks pretty much the same as last time. An empty suit of armor stands guard at the door. The silent little demonesque creature flutters about on small wings and waives you in. The lady is sitting in the chair she used last time, reading a book. The chair you used before is sitting across from her.

    After you pass through the doorway, you hear a chuckle from behind you. "A second time without bringing a gift? Lets see how many fingers he leaves with this time."

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