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<blockquote data-quote="hewligan" data-source="post: 4453205" data-attributes="member: 19688"><p><strong>Kael's Imprisonment</strong></p><p></p><p>Sandpoint was a prison, albeit one that he liked. It would be a good stopping off point, a good place to winter, but come the spring he knew the wanderlust would kick in.</p><p></p><p>He checked on his gifted horse. A fine creature, lacking a little in humour, and not yet altogether relaxed with Mal, but a fine example of a diligent work-beast. Now, the warhorse on the other hand was an incredible specimen. Even weakened he stood with the stature of a proud giant. Kael paid the coin for their upkeep, but still found himself visiting them each day, often talking with them absentmindedly as he worked through in his mind the latest failures or successes.</p><p></p><p>He was brewing potions. Dull but methodical work. He had found 'Bottled Solutions' right slap-bang in the middle of town. A cluttered shop filled with shelves upon shelves of bottles, bags, and other alchemical containers, some covered with dust and others so new that the pungent stink of their brewing still filled the air.</p><p></p><p>He enquired of the owner, one Nisk Tander, an old half-elven man, all stooped and thin like a water-aged twig. He fancied himself as some master alchemist. Kael humoured him. In truth, his potions seemed to be as much colourful water as actual magical remedy. But still, Kael managed to persuade the old man to let him rent his alchemical workrooms at the back of the shop for 1gp a week.</p><p></p><p>Nisk did not take particularly well to having a guest, even though the old man was as miserly with money as it came, and Kael's coin was pretty much the only coin that appeared to cross his palms in the time that he was there. No, hang on, there was once that someone bought something, a 2sp love potion sold to some middle aged man with greased back hair.</p><p></p><p>So Nisk put up with him rather than welcomed him in, always shooing Kael away from some counter or piece of equipment. But it was a well stocked alchemical workroom, and it was cheap, and Mal seemed to enjoy curling up before the never-lit fire, as if imagining what the flames may feel like if only the old man ever decided to pay for a log or two.</p><p></p><p>In addition to his time working on potion brewing, Kael also took to exploring the local area. Sometimes he would walk with Mal, other times take the horses to stretch their legs. It was beautiful, wild countryside, dotted with farmsteads. </p><p></p><p>But the real core of Kael's time was spent with the cantankerous old sage Brodert Quink. Brodert lived and studied in an ancient building right next to the Old Light ruins. He was a balding expert on Varisian history and engineering. Kael met him quite unexpectedly one night in the Hagfish. The old man was looking agitated and disappointed in equal measures, nursing a cold beer over a large an ancient looking tome.</p><p></p><p>Kael had approached, and although it took some effort (and a few rounds), finally broke old Brodert's icy exterior. The man was a treasure trove of information on ancient Varisian history. He claimed to have spent two decades of his youth studying with dwarven engineers at Janderhoff, and three decades as a cataloger at the Great Library in Magnimar. A bit of a night-bug, Kael took to meeting him in the Hagfish over dinner each night, and then returning with the old sage to his leaning, decrepit home (although quite clean and comfortably furnished inside) to talk and study together.</p><p></p><p>Kael had mentioned his interest in the seven pointed rune to Brodert, and that had been enough to spark a mad few months of research and discussions (and more than a few hangovers).</p><p></p><p>Brodert appeared continually baffled and enraged that his learning and obvious intelligence hadn't afforded him more prestige, and he appeared to welcome Kael's interest in his knowledge. He had been studying ancient Thassilonian ruins for the past several years and had recently become obsessed by the Old Light. No one believes his theories that the tower was once a war machine capable of spewing fire to a range of more than a mile, but Kael got to saw the sage's architectural reconstructions, drawings, and writings, and was less quite to dismiss the old man.</p><p></p><p>When Kael got him interested in the seven pointed rune, it was like the old man was suddenly young again. Together they would read into the night, falling into hours of silence, unaware of the time, before one of them would notice some tangential reference or related factoid and spark off an hour long discussion and another mad search for some almost-forgotten reference that it rekindled in Brodert's memory.</p><p></p><p>He even persuaded Kael to take him down to the catacombs. Infact, the moment he had heard that tale from Kael, late one night after most sane people had already gone to sleep, he was all but ready to set off there and then, break through whatever cordons existed, and delve into the catacombs. Kael had managed to convince him that midnight was not the best time to break into such an evil place.</p><p></p><p>But the next day, he would not be dissuaded.</p><p></p><p>OOC: Apologies - I have to continue this post tomorrow. Got some packing to do to get ready for a house move. Also, this post is the second last, with the following one explaining your return to Sandpoint. Part Two follows very shortly!!!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="hewligan, post: 4453205, member: 19688"] [b]Kael's Imprisonment[/b] Sandpoint was a prison, albeit one that he liked. It would be a good stopping off point, a good place to winter, but come the spring he knew the wanderlust would kick in. He checked on his gifted horse. A fine creature, lacking a little in humour, and not yet altogether relaxed with Mal, but a fine example of a diligent work-beast. Now, the warhorse on the other hand was an incredible specimen. Even weakened he stood with the stature of a proud giant. Kael paid the coin for their upkeep, but still found himself visiting them each day, often talking with them absentmindedly as he worked through in his mind the latest failures or successes. He was brewing potions. Dull but methodical work. He had found 'Bottled Solutions' right slap-bang in the middle of town. A cluttered shop filled with shelves upon shelves of bottles, bags, and other alchemical containers, some covered with dust and others so new that the pungent stink of their brewing still filled the air. He enquired of the owner, one Nisk Tander, an old half-elven man, all stooped and thin like a water-aged twig. He fancied himself as some master alchemist. Kael humoured him. In truth, his potions seemed to be as much colourful water as actual magical remedy. But still, Kael managed to persuade the old man to let him rent his alchemical workrooms at the back of the shop for 1gp a week. Nisk did not take particularly well to having a guest, even though the old man was as miserly with money as it came, and Kael's coin was pretty much the only coin that appeared to cross his palms in the time that he was there. No, hang on, there was once that someone bought something, a 2sp love potion sold to some middle aged man with greased back hair. So Nisk put up with him rather than welcomed him in, always shooing Kael away from some counter or piece of equipment. But it was a well stocked alchemical workroom, and it was cheap, and Mal seemed to enjoy curling up before the never-lit fire, as if imagining what the flames may feel like if only the old man ever decided to pay for a log or two. In addition to his time working on potion brewing, Kael also took to exploring the local area. Sometimes he would walk with Mal, other times take the horses to stretch their legs. It was beautiful, wild countryside, dotted with farmsteads. But the real core of Kael's time was spent with the cantankerous old sage Brodert Quink. Brodert lived and studied in an ancient building right next to the Old Light ruins. He was a balding expert on Varisian history and engineering. Kael met him quite unexpectedly one night in the Hagfish. The old man was looking agitated and disappointed in equal measures, nursing a cold beer over a large an ancient looking tome. Kael had approached, and although it took some effort (and a few rounds), finally broke old Brodert's icy exterior. The man was a treasure trove of information on ancient Varisian history. He claimed to have spent two decades of his youth studying with dwarven engineers at Janderhoff, and three decades as a cataloger at the Great Library in Magnimar. A bit of a night-bug, Kael took to meeting him in the Hagfish over dinner each night, and then returning with the old sage to his leaning, decrepit home (although quite clean and comfortably furnished inside) to talk and study together. Kael had mentioned his interest in the seven pointed rune to Brodert, and that had been enough to spark a mad few months of research and discussions (and more than a few hangovers). Brodert appeared continually baffled and enraged that his learning and obvious intelligence hadn't afforded him more prestige, and he appeared to welcome Kael's interest in his knowledge. He had been studying ancient Thassilonian ruins for the past several years and had recently become obsessed by the Old Light. No one believes his theories that the tower was once a war machine capable of spewing fire to a range of more than a mile, but Kael got to saw the sage's architectural reconstructions, drawings, and writings, and was less quite to dismiss the old man. When Kael got him interested in the seven pointed rune, it was like the old man was suddenly young again. Together they would read into the night, falling into hours of silence, unaware of the time, before one of them would notice some tangential reference or related factoid and spark off an hour long discussion and another mad search for some almost-forgotten reference that it rekindled in Brodert's memory. He even persuaded Kael to take him down to the catacombs. Infact, the moment he had heard that tale from Kael, late one night after most sane people had already gone to sleep, he was all but ready to set off there and then, break through whatever cordons existed, and delve into the catacombs. Kael had managed to convince him that midnight was not the best time to break into such an evil place. But the next day, he would not be dissuaded. OOC: Apologies - I have to continue this post tomorrow. Got some packing to do to get ready for a house move. Also, this post is the second last, with the following one explaining your return to Sandpoint. Part Two follows very shortly!!! [/QUOTE]
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