Gameforged
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Interesting story, interesting story indeed...The gnome says, calmly, eying the old sage from time to time. He seems lost in his thoughts.
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"I had not through of that direction; unfortunately I do not know. It will take some time to find out if they had a patron, a good start perhaps in your investigation." replies the old sage.Amicus said:Who did these Caput Mortuum serve? Perhaps we can speak with whichever body acted as their patron.
"You are quite right. I'm not sure if either is connected to this case yet, though I had been puzzling through it before my arranged meeting with Rosvodiz. I believe he was going to tell me something or show me something that would have been a great revelation." he says as well.Dalzim said:"If you ask the gnome, he'll tell you only that Daemonic cults are rare groups of heretical non-believers who worship entities believed to be separate from the divine. Demonic entities. And I can give the ones that don't know this definition, the explanation fo what is numerology: It is the belief that numbers form an inherent connection between all things. In literature it figures heavily in reading further meaning into the position of letters, the numerical significance of certain words, and that sort of things."
Incarnation said:Hearing the gnome and the eladrin triggers a memory that's source is unclear, but the knowledge is crystal. It is said there are ancient caves beneath this place where the dark creatures dwell. As for those cults, they are not the only ones interested in paths other than the divine. Scholars have debated theories of religion, of gnostism, beyond those of the known. There are other worlds than this, a Far Realm where monsters dwell beyond all that is comprehensible.
The warforged looked pensive, if such a look could be had. The Five destroyed madness such from bellow Daunton once. It may be tied... from bellow us, they devour... Incarnation trails off.
Rurdev said:"W-W-We don't want any m-m-monsters up h-h-here. Where is th-th-the old shifter's b-b-body?" Rurdev pauses, fingers tracing the hilt of his blade. "Wh-Wh-Whatever killed him may be tracked back to t-t-their l-l-lair."