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<blockquote data-quote="Celtavian" data-source="post: 1206798" data-attributes="member: 5834"><p><strong>City of Song...</strong></p><p></p><p>Emrock sat down on a piece of moss-covered rock that formed the foundation of the building he had led the eight companions to for refuge. The wooden roof of the building was rotted and marked with holes which the waning light of the sun shone through. Other than one large char marked fracture in the northern stone wall, the rest of building’s walls were in good repair.</p><p></p><p>The aged adventurer put his hands on his thighs and looked the eight companions over. “So, have you all come to worship at the Temple of Shaundakul?” he asked casually.</p><p></p><p> “Not I…I came for the adventure” said Kaela, “Your steed is beautiful. What manner of creature is it?” </p><p></p><p> “Vleem?…” he chuckled, “Vleem is a <em>mantari</em> from the Mountains in the North. He is a good steed and an even better friend. We’ll see if he likes you once I decide if I like you. Now what of you others?”</p><p></p><p> “Vleem…I like that name” said Kaela. She paid Emrock’s surliness no mind as she admired the great white <em>mantari</em>. She had never seen such a creature before. It had small horn like structures protruding from above its wide set eyes and a pair of flipper-like extensions, probably used to scoop food, surrounding its ample mouth. A saddle from which hung many bags attached to leather straps rested upon its wide blanket-like body. Great wings spanning the length of four or five greatswords seemed to give it the shape of a knight’s shield. It lay sprawled on the grass just outside the building.</p><p></p><p> “Why do you care why we are here, Emrock? Concerned that we might cut into your profiteering?” said Vaevictus. He didn’t much like the paunchy man, “If you must know, I am hunting a murderer. A drow wizard of some skill. Have you come upon any such characters during your forays into the ruins?”</p><p></p><p> “Yes, I have” said Emrock, “There have been a group of drow wandering about. I’ve steered clear of them. Watched them destroy a Phaerimm more than a tenday ago. That takes some power, more than I…and probably you…are capable of dealing with.”</p><p></p><p> “We will see” said Vaevictus. He sat down on another chunk of rock and set to cleaning his greatsword</p><p>.</p><p> The twin’s interest was piqued at the mention of powerful drow. “What did this group of drow look like?” they asked.</p><p></p><p> Emrock eyed them suspiciously, “Not much different than either of you. Drow are drow, they all look the same to me.”</p><p></p><p> Uthar’zen glowered at the man, “Speak kindly to the ladies, or I will take offense.”</p><p></p><p> “Well, aren’t we a surly lot. I have a good mind to…” Emrock was cut off by Thourne.</p><p></p><p> “Uthar’zen, please, repay rudeness with kindness as the Dark Maiden would wish” said Thourne emphatically, “Emrock, all drow are not alike. We are kind-hearted Eilistraaean’s, not the more commonly known evil and treacherous drow of Lolth. It may be that the drow you witnessed serve Eilistraee. If you could tell me of their appearance, I might be able to determine either way.”</p><p></p><p> “My sister speaks for me as well” said Phallon.</p><p></p><p> “If you live long enough, you’ll see everything. Goodly drow, I can barely believe it. You were either born with a silk tongue or you speak the truth” said Emrock.</p><p></p><p> “They speak the truth and their hearts bear not the taint of evil or I would know it” said Vaevictus, “Speak as freely with them as you would a trusted friend.”</p><p></p><p> The twins bowed their heads to Vaevictus as a show of thanks for his support. </p><p></p><p> “Seems you have earned the trust of a Tormite, though I doubt that will carry much weight in civilized lands…now let me tell you what I saw… there were at least fifteen or twenty drow, most common warriors to my eyes. A few wore wizard’s robes, but the most interesting of the lot were two women riding strange steeds. One sat astride a dragon as black as a moonless night and the other sat astride a great spider larger than a horse. The one who sat on the dragon wore black steel armor emblazoned with spider images. The other wore black clinging clothes of a manner I am not familiar with, and she carried a scepter with a spider grasping a moon colored gem on top. Her power was frightening. She obliterated a Phaerimm as a man might crush a bug beneath his boot.”</p><p></p><p> The twins looked at each other with concern, “They must be Lolthites. This is disturbing news. I know little of the Phaerimm, but servants of Lolth are often very powerful. Do you know where they are now?” They did not voice that they were possibly related to the drow in question.</p><p></p><p> “No. I did not follow them nor stay within sight. I want no part of such powerful drow. I am an adventurer, not a fool” said Emrock.</p><p></p><p> “Thank you for the news, dire as it is” said the twins. They begin to chatter away with each other in the drow elven dialect which few present fully understood.</p><p></p><p> “You came to Myth Drannor well-equipped I hope?” said Emrock like a merchant finished with the small talk probing for a possible customer.</p><p></p><p> “Not really” said Holly, “we came spur of moment and fairly unaware of the dangers. I just want to make it to Shaundakul’s Throne, and then we should be safe.”</p><p></p><p> ‘A bite’ Emrock thought to himself.</p><p></p><p> “Yea”, said Morn who had sat by quietly listening to the conversation, “at Shaundakul’s Throne we will find aid, but we are not there yet and the way is dangerous if what Emrock says is true. Why do you ask if we are well-equipped Emrock? Have you extra supplies you can spare?”</p><p></p><p> ‘A catch’, Emrock smiled inside. “For a price” he said slyly, “I am a merchant, not a saint.”</p><p></p><p> “Now we see your true purpose” said Vaevictus as though he had been expecting as much the entire time, “You will probably sell us supplies for thrice their worth.”</p><p></p><p> “Twice their worth…a fair price considering the situation” said Emrock.</p><p></p><p> “What do you have to sell?” said Morn.</p><p></p><p> “Magical potions and scrolls…” said Emrock, “the mad folk who traverse these ruins are often in need of curatives and other such magic easily stored in potions and scrolls. Even the folk at Shaundakul’s Throne purchase my wares. Myth Drannor is a dangerous place. Death is easier to come by than gold, so my business is quite lucrative.”</p><p></p><p> “So be it” said Vaevictus, “We are in need. Let us haggle.”</p><p></p><p>The haggling process didn’t take long and it was mostly one-sided. It consisted of one of the eight companions asking “How much?” to which Emrock would name a price and they would pay it, no questions asked. They bought nine curative potions in small vials with cork stoppers effortlessly removed with the flick of a thumb and fourteen scrolls written on vellum held fast by common string tied in an easily undone knot. Celtavian looked upon each to ensure their potency and authenticity. The purchase cost them most of the gold they had between them as well as most of gold taken in spoils from the Vhaeraunian drow. Emrock assured them that the gold was wisely spent and the curatives would serve them well given the number of battles they would have to fight to reach the safety of Shaundakul’s Throne. He even told them where to find Shaundakul’s Throne for free. </p><p></p><p>“It lays on the Northern side of the city a bit east of here. It is a large well-fortified stone building surrounded by great walls. The only ways I know of to gain entrance are to fly over the walls…which I do not recommend given the strange guardians that watch over the temple...or through a pair of great doors on the western side of the walls. The followers of Shaundakul keep a vigilant watch upon these doors from the towers that flank them as do the guardians.”</p><p></p><p>“They will allow us entrance if we can get to the temple” said Morn, “What are these guardians you speak of?”</p><p></p><p>“Great flying cones with tentacles many times the length of a man’s arm. They do not speak any language that I know and they move with speed to defend the temple from attack be it from air or land. Nothing that calls these ruins home has yet breached that temple, which leads me to believe the guardians are very powerful” said Emrock.</p><p></p><p> “We are true servants of Shaundakul. They will allow us passage into Shaundakul’s Throne” said Holly confidently.</p><p></p><p> “For your sake, let it be so… Now, since our business is done and I’ve made a tidy profit, you are all invited to sup with me. I have wine, meat, bread and cheese, but please, start no fires, we need no company from the ruins” said Emrock.</p><p></p><p> The eight companions supped with Emrock that night. The meal was of mixed quality. The bread was old, the meat was cured, and the cheese a bit dry. The Sembian wine was the best part, and helped wash the meal down and lighten their spirits. </p><p></p><p>The sun set and darkness came over the ruins. Emrock pulled forth two magic torches bearing a <em>continual flame</em>. They provided enough light to see by and the companions continued talking strategy and purpose well into the night.</p><p></p><p>Kaela flirted with Emrock for much of that time. She was impressed by the man’s braggadocio and experience as he told tale after tale of the dangers he had faced and overcome. He had been everywhere from the wild, untamed lands of the North to the metropolis of Waterdeep and faced all manner of enemies from orc war bands to arrogant magi. The man seemed like the kind of person Kaela wanted to be, adventurous, worldly and lucky. After all, she didn’t adventure for a divine purpose or foolhardy heroics, but for the sheer thrill.</p><p></p><p>“I want a ride on Vleem” Kaela pouted.</p><p></p><p>“I’ll give you a ride” Emrock said salaciously. The wine had gone to more than his head.</p><p></p><p>“She’s not that kind of girl” piped Holly, the only person besides Vaevictus who did not partake of the wine, “you shouldn’t be making such improper advances.”</p><p> </p><p> Kaela glared at Holly. “<em>You don’t speak for me” she said in Turmic</em>, “Be quiet.”</p><p></p><p> “<em>I shouldn’t have to, and if you acted like a proper lady, I wouldn’t have to</em>” retorted Holly in Turmic. </p><p></p><p> “<em>I don’t have to listen to you Holly Fairheart</em>” she finished in Turmic, grabbed Emrock by the hand and stood, “Take me on a ride.”</p><p></p><p> Holly fumed quietly. Her and Kaela locked eyes for a moment, and then Kaela and Emrock exited the building.</p><p></p><p> No one tried to comfort or council Holly. They knew the effort would be pointless. They let her sit by herself fuming hoping insight would come to the young, stubborn girl.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Kaela and Emrock soared over Myth Drannor on Vleem. The night sky was clear and filled with bright stars. Kaela held onto Emrock’s waist while the merchant effortlessly guided Vleem using neither reins nor knees.</p><p></p><p>Myth Drannor was as beautiful at night as it was during the day. A soft blue-white radiance covered the city like a blanket of moonlight and light of an unknown kind could be seen prancing about the spires, turrets and pinnacles of the grandest homes. </p><p></p><p>“The city is beautiful at night” said Kaela with more than a hint of awe in her voice.</p><p></p><p>“Yes…night is the best time for a flight over the city” said Emrock, “See that place over there?” He pointed towards a building all aglow with the blue-white light that covered the city. It was a vast building, the grandest in sight, with many towers topped with wondrous spires that reached into the sky. “That is Castle Cormanthor where the rulers of this city once resided. Now it is home to devils. Stay clear of that place.”</p><p></p><p>“I certainly will” said Kaela, “Have you been everywhere in the city?”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t stay on the ground too often…this place is too dangerous to walk casually about even for myself. Because of the danger, I haven’t seen as much of the city as I would like save for from the sky” said Emrock.</p><p></p><p>“No matter, this seems the best way to see the city” said Kaela. She clung tighter to Emrock.</p><p></p><p>Emrock and Kaela flew around the city for an hour or more before alighting on the ground near the building where the others were resting. Emrock grabbed a few blankets. They stayed together that night enjoying each others company until the coming of the dawn.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><em>Eleasis 22, 1372...</em></p><p></p><p>The next day Emrock and the eight companions prepared to part ways. The aged adventurer was moving on to civilized lands and the eight companions were bound for Shaundakul’s Throne. </p><p></p><p>“Stay amongst the buildings and don’t walk out in the open. There are many watchful eyes that would look upon you as prey” said Emrock.</p><p></p><p>“We will heed your advice” said Vaevictus, “Thank you for the warning.”</p><p></p><p>Emrock pulled Kaela off to the side, “Here…take these.” He handed Kaela three corked potion vials.</p><p></p><p>“A gift…I love gifts. What are they?” said Kaela happily.</p><p></p><p>“Two curative potions and an <em>invisibility</em> potion, just in case you need to disappear,” said Emrock, “Now you take care of yourself. And if the gods see fit, we will meet again sometime preferably in a city where I can show you a proper good time.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh Emrock, you are too sweet”, Kaela kissed him full on the lips. Once again her physical charms had made a man, even one as experienced and jaded as Emrock, fall for her. </p><p></p><p>Emrock mounted Vleem, “Farewell and may Tymora favor you.”</p><p></p><p>Kaela waved, “Farewell Emrock…Farewell Vleem.”</p><p></p><p>“Veep” said Vleem wishing them all farewell in its own strange language.</p><p></p><p>The others bid Emrock farewell. He and Vleem took to the air.</p><p></p><p>The eight companions watched Emrock and Vleem disappear into the sky over the forest, and then turned towards the city.</p><p></p><p>“Here we go” said Holly, “Are we ready?”</p><p></p><p>Ready or not, they set out into the labyrinthine city.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Celtavian, post: 1206798, member: 5834"] [b]City of Song...[/b] Emrock sat down on a piece of moss-covered rock that formed the foundation of the building he had led the eight companions to for refuge. The wooden roof of the building was rotted and marked with holes which the waning light of the sun shone through. Other than one large char marked fracture in the northern stone wall, the rest of building’s walls were in good repair. The aged adventurer put his hands on his thighs and looked the eight companions over. “So, have you all come to worship at the Temple of Shaundakul?” he asked casually. “Not I…I came for the adventure” said Kaela, “Your steed is beautiful. What manner of creature is it?” “Vleem?…” he chuckled, “Vleem is a [i]mantari[/i] from the Mountains in the North. He is a good steed and an even better friend. We’ll see if he likes you once I decide if I like you. Now what of you others?” “Vleem…I like that name” said Kaela. She paid Emrock’s surliness no mind as she admired the great white [i]mantari[/i]. She had never seen such a creature before. It had small horn like structures protruding from above its wide set eyes and a pair of flipper-like extensions, probably used to scoop food, surrounding its ample mouth. A saddle from which hung many bags attached to leather straps rested upon its wide blanket-like body. Great wings spanning the length of four or five greatswords seemed to give it the shape of a knight’s shield. It lay sprawled on the grass just outside the building. “Why do you care why we are here, Emrock? Concerned that we might cut into your profiteering?” said Vaevictus. He didn’t much like the paunchy man, “If you must know, I am hunting a murderer. A drow wizard of some skill. Have you come upon any such characters during your forays into the ruins?” “Yes, I have” said Emrock, “There have been a group of drow wandering about. I’ve steered clear of them. Watched them destroy a Phaerimm more than a tenday ago. That takes some power, more than I…and probably you…are capable of dealing with.” “We will see” said Vaevictus. He sat down on another chunk of rock and set to cleaning his greatsword . The twin’s interest was piqued at the mention of powerful drow. “What did this group of drow look like?” they asked. Emrock eyed them suspiciously, “Not much different than either of you. Drow are drow, they all look the same to me.” Uthar’zen glowered at the man, “Speak kindly to the ladies, or I will take offense.” “Well, aren’t we a surly lot. I have a good mind to…” Emrock was cut off by Thourne. “Uthar’zen, please, repay rudeness with kindness as the Dark Maiden would wish” said Thourne emphatically, “Emrock, all drow are not alike. We are kind-hearted Eilistraaean’s, not the more commonly known evil and treacherous drow of Lolth. It may be that the drow you witnessed serve Eilistraee. If you could tell me of their appearance, I might be able to determine either way.” “My sister speaks for me as well” said Phallon. “If you live long enough, you’ll see everything. Goodly drow, I can barely believe it. You were either born with a silk tongue or you speak the truth” said Emrock. “They speak the truth and their hearts bear not the taint of evil or I would know it” said Vaevictus, “Speak as freely with them as you would a trusted friend.” The twins bowed their heads to Vaevictus as a show of thanks for his support. “Seems you have earned the trust of a Tormite, though I doubt that will carry much weight in civilized lands…now let me tell you what I saw… there were at least fifteen or twenty drow, most common warriors to my eyes. A few wore wizard’s robes, but the most interesting of the lot were two women riding strange steeds. One sat astride a dragon as black as a moonless night and the other sat astride a great spider larger than a horse. The one who sat on the dragon wore black steel armor emblazoned with spider images. The other wore black clinging clothes of a manner I am not familiar with, and she carried a scepter with a spider grasping a moon colored gem on top. Her power was frightening. She obliterated a Phaerimm as a man might crush a bug beneath his boot.” The twins looked at each other with concern, “They must be Lolthites. This is disturbing news. I know little of the Phaerimm, but servants of Lolth are often very powerful. Do you know where they are now?” They did not voice that they were possibly related to the drow in question. “No. I did not follow them nor stay within sight. I want no part of such powerful drow. I am an adventurer, not a fool” said Emrock. “Thank you for the news, dire as it is” said the twins. They begin to chatter away with each other in the drow elven dialect which few present fully understood. “You came to Myth Drannor well-equipped I hope?” said Emrock like a merchant finished with the small talk probing for a possible customer. “Not really” said Holly, “we came spur of moment and fairly unaware of the dangers. I just want to make it to Shaundakul’s Throne, and then we should be safe.” ‘A bite’ Emrock thought to himself. “Yea”, said Morn who had sat by quietly listening to the conversation, “at Shaundakul’s Throne we will find aid, but we are not there yet and the way is dangerous if what Emrock says is true. Why do you ask if we are well-equipped Emrock? Have you extra supplies you can spare?” ‘A catch’, Emrock smiled inside. “For a price” he said slyly, “I am a merchant, not a saint.” “Now we see your true purpose” said Vaevictus as though he had been expecting as much the entire time, “You will probably sell us supplies for thrice their worth.” “Twice their worth…a fair price considering the situation” said Emrock. “What do you have to sell?” said Morn. “Magical potions and scrolls…” said Emrock, “the mad folk who traverse these ruins are often in need of curatives and other such magic easily stored in potions and scrolls. Even the folk at Shaundakul’s Throne purchase my wares. Myth Drannor is a dangerous place. Death is easier to come by than gold, so my business is quite lucrative.” “So be it” said Vaevictus, “We are in need. Let us haggle.” The haggling process didn’t take long and it was mostly one-sided. It consisted of one of the eight companions asking “How much?” to which Emrock would name a price and they would pay it, no questions asked. They bought nine curative potions in small vials with cork stoppers effortlessly removed with the flick of a thumb and fourteen scrolls written on vellum held fast by common string tied in an easily undone knot. Celtavian looked upon each to ensure their potency and authenticity. The purchase cost them most of the gold they had between them as well as most of gold taken in spoils from the Vhaeraunian drow. Emrock assured them that the gold was wisely spent and the curatives would serve them well given the number of battles they would have to fight to reach the safety of Shaundakul’s Throne. He even told them where to find Shaundakul’s Throne for free. “It lays on the Northern side of the city a bit east of here. It is a large well-fortified stone building surrounded by great walls. The only ways I know of to gain entrance are to fly over the walls…which I do not recommend given the strange guardians that watch over the temple...or through a pair of great doors on the western side of the walls. The followers of Shaundakul keep a vigilant watch upon these doors from the towers that flank them as do the guardians.” “They will allow us entrance if we can get to the temple” said Morn, “What are these guardians you speak of?” “Great flying cones with tentacles many times the length of a man’s arm. They do not speak any language that I know and they move with speed to defend the temple from attack be it from air or land. Nothing that calls these ruins home has yet breached that temple, which leads me to believe the guardians are very powerful” said Emrock. “We are true servants of Shaundakul. They will allow us passage into Shaundakul’s Throne” said Holly confidently. “For your sake, let it be so… Now, since our business is done and I’ve made a tidy profit, you are all invited to sup with me. I have wine, meat, bread and cheese, but please, start no fires, we need no company from the ruins” said Emrock. The eight companions supped with Emrock that night. The meal was of mixed quality. The bread was old, the meat was cured, and the cheese a bit dry. The Sembian wine was the best part, and helped wash the meal down and lighten their spirits. The sun set and darkness came over the ruins. Emrock pulled forth two magic torches bearing a [i]continual flame[/i]. They provided enough light to see by and the companions continued talking strategy and purpose well into the night. Kaela flirted with Emrock for much of that time. She was impressed by the man’s braggadocio and experience as he told tale after tale of the dangers he had faced and overcome. He had been everywhere from the wild, untamed lands of the North to the metropolis of Waterdeep and faced all manner of enemies from orc war bands to arrogant magi. The man seemed like the kind of person Kaela wanted to be, adventurous, worldly and lucky. After all, she didn’t adventure for a divine purpose or foolhardy heroics, but for the sheer thrill. “I want a ride on Vleem” Kaela pouted. “I’ll give you a ride” Emrock said salaciously. The wine had gone to more than his head. “She’s not that kind of girl” piped Holly, the only person besides Vaevictus who did not partake of the wine, “you shouldn’t be making such improper advances.” Kaela glared at Holly. “[i]You don’t speak for me” she said in Turmic[/i], “Be quiet.” “[i]I shouldn’t have to, and if you acted like a proper lady, I wouldn’t have to[/i]” retorted Holly in Turmic. “[i]I don’t have to listen to you Holly Fairheart[/i]” she finished in Turmic, grabbed Emrock by the hand and stood, “Take me on a ride.” Holly fumed quietly. Her and Kaela locked eyes for a moment, and then Kaela and Emrock exited the building. No one tried to comfort or council Holly. They knew the effort would be pointless. They let her sit by herself fuming hoping insight would come to the young, stubborn girl. Kaela and Emrock soared over Myth Drannor on Vleem. The night sky was clear and filled with bright stars. Kaela held onto Emrock’s waist while the merchant effortlessly guided Vleem using neither reins nor knees. Myth Drannor was as beautiful at night as it was during the day. A soft blue-white radiance covered the city like a blanket of moonlight and light of an unknown kind could be seen prancing about the spires, turrets and pinnacles of the grandest homes. “The city is beautiful at night” said Kaela with more than a hint of awe in her voice. “Yes…night is the best time for a flight over the city” said Emrock, “See that place over there?” He pointed towards a building all aglow with the blue-white light that covered the city. It was a vast building, the grandest in sight, with many towers topped with wondrous spires that reached into the sky. “That is Castle Cormanthor where the rulers of this city once resided. Now it is home to devils. Stay clear of that place.” “I certainly will” said Kaela, “Have you been everywhere in the city?” “I don’t stay on the ground too often…this place is too dangerous to walk casually about even for myself. Because of the danger, I haven’t seen as much of the city as I would like save for from the sky” said Emrock. “No matter, this seems the best way to see the city” said Kaela. She clung tighter to Emrock. Emrock and Kaela flew around the city for an hour or more before alighting on the ground near the building where the others were resting. Emrock grabbed a few blankets. They stayed together that night enjoying each others company until the coming of the dawn. [i]Eleasis 22, 1372...[/i] The next day Emrock and the eight companions prepared to part ways. The aged adventurer was moving on to civilized lands and the eight companions were bound for Shaundakul’s Throne. “Stay amongst the buildings and don’t walk out in the open. There are many watchful eyes that would look upon you as prey” said Emrock. “We will heed your advice” said Vaevictus, “Thank you for the warning.” Emrock pulled Kaela off to the side, “Here…take these.” He handed Kaela three corked potion vials. “A gift…I love gifts. What are they?” said Kaela happily. “Two curative potions and an [i]invisibility[/i] potion, just in case you need to disappear,” said Emrock, “Now you take care of yourself. And if the gods see fit, we will meet again sometime preferably in a city where I can show you a proper good time.” “Oh Emrock, you are too sweet”, Kaela kissed him full on the lips. Once again her physical charms had made a man, even one as experienced and jaded as Emrock, fall for her. Emrock mounted Vleem, “Farewell and may Tymora favor you.” Kaela waved, “Farewell Emrock…Farewell Vleem.” “Veep” said Vleem wishing them all farewell in its own strange language. The others bid Emrock farewell. He and Vleem took to the air. The eight companions watched Emrock and Vleem disappear into the sky over the forest, and then turned towards the city. “Here we go” said Holly, “Are we ready?” Ready or not, they set out into the labyrinthine city. [/QUOTE]
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