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Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
[sblock=Marot and Avron]The tale is obscure, but it has similarities to something one of the scribes mentioned: A village tale of a holy woman, pure of heart, that assaulted the Castle but was never heard from again. So that tale seems to have a bit of truth to it.[sblock=Avron]Having spent more time with the scribes, and putting together some details from your extensive reading, you believe the holy woman's name was Markovia. She was a holy woman from a time only a few generations after the Curse fell, so her disappearance would have pre-dated much of Galifarian history. One thing is clear: This is no evidence of her death.[/sblock][/sblock]
Sergei's smile at the paladin's words is tight, almost feral. The ground almost seems to rumble at the sign. 'A dog in the lair of a wolf does not decide what is for dinner.' You continued stay is at my pleasure, lady, and it would be amiss for you to forget that. As for you offer, I will remind you that I am doing what I can. Unlike those that believe a single book holds all the secrets of this place, I have spent enough time to get an appreciation for this Curse and its twisted ways. Your approach—trying to attack it directly—will only cause the Land itself to rise against you. As for the Castle and those that lair there... I have warned you of that as well. I am dealing with those matters, but they require a light touch. Your interference has already made certain matters more difficult.
Ashlyn may not be satisfied with the answer, but the Lord's true motives are inscrutable. [Sense Motive 29]
As Sergei finishes, the horses begin to become restless and Kopri squawks loudly.[sblock=Ashlyn]Big! Big ones come![/sblock] The sound of trees groaning fills the air, and occasionally glimpses of towering forms can be seen approaching.
The lord steps back into the shadows. It is as I have said. Nie ma nadziei dla was. Cease your folly, and leave this Curse to me. With that, Sergei once again vanishes.
The thudding came closer.
OOC: You have about a round or two until something(s) big come your way. Plans?
Sergei's smile at the paladin's words is tight, almost feral. The ground almost seems to rumble at the sign. 'A dog in the lair of a wolf does not decide what is for dinner.' You continued stay is at my pleasure, lady, and it would be amiss for you to forget that. As for you offer, I will remind you that I am doing what I can. Unlike those that believe a single book holds all the secrets of this place, I have spent enough time to get an appreciation for this Curse and its twisted ways. Your approach—trying to attack it directly—will only cause the Land itself to rise against you. As for the Castle and those that lair there... I have warned you of that as well. I am dealing with those matters, but they require a light touch. Your interference has already made certain matters more difficult.
Ashlyn may not be satisfied with the answer, but the Lord's true motives are inscrutable. [Sense Motive 29]
As Sergei finishes, the horses begin to become restless and Kopri squawks loudly.[sblock=Ashlyn]Big! Big ones come![/sblock] The sound of trees groaning fills the air, and occasionally glimpses of towering forms can be seen approaching.
The lord steps back into the shadows. It is as I have said. Nie ma nadziei dla was. Cease your folly, and leave this Curse to me. With that, Sergei once again vanishes.
The thudding came closer.
OOC: You have about a round or two until something(s) big come your way. Plans?
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