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[FR]The Return of the Heroes of the Vilhon Reach (updated 8/20!)
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<blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 760861" data-attributes="member: 105"><p>...edited part II of <em>What Has Gone Before</em> above....</p><p></p><p>AND here begins <em>The Return</em></p><p></p><p><strong>Late Spring, 1378, Year of the Cauldron</strong></p><p></p><p>The hawk soared over the multi-colored spires and minnarets of Alaghon, Jewel of Turmish. It could have travelled to its destination in a quicker, less taxing way, but the hawk needed to think and let its emotions simmer down. He could not tell if it was anger, jealousy, or disappointment that assailled his heart and his mind. Fortunately, loyalty and love always won in the end. He would do <em>anything</em> for his big brother even when he didn't agree. The hawk did a wingover near the Assembly of Stars and headed south along the coast. </p><p></p><p>He did not need to go far and slowly began his descent, spiralling towards a series of gardens and orchards dominated by several well-maintained residences. A bold sign proclaimed this facility to be the <em>Retreat of the Missing Bard</em> in great golden, green-outlined letters. The name warmed his heart and stirred wonderful memories of a friend long gone. </p><p></p><p>Patrons of the retreat milled around the immaculately horticultured landscaping. The hawk landed behind a familiar shack near the main hall of the retreat complex and shook his feathers, weary of the journey. Had anyone been watching--but the hawk made sure no one was--they would have seen the quick transformation of the bird of prey. In the span of heartbeats stood a tall and resplendant half-elven male, dressed in black silk breeches and a white silk shirt. He strode into the inn, his black,sable cloak with gold and red trim billowed behind him.</p><p></p><p>**</p><p></p><p>Khi'rin al-D'hib sat behind a few piles of papers and books. This quarter's taxes would soon be due and Khi'rin was desperately trying to catch up on the books for al-D'hib enterprises and the reports to send to Suzail. It had been unbelievably bountiful the first quarter and this second one would undoubtedly break records. Waukeen and Tymora were smiling on their faithful, and even though the work was tedious and had to be meticulous, the merchant priest of Waukeen could not help but hum a tune and smile while he worked.</p><p></p><p>His inspired accounting was abruptly interrupted as the doors to his office opened and a clerk, on loan from the Temple of Tyr, stuck his head in. </p><p></p><p>"Master al-D'hib, there's someone here to see you. He says it is urgent," he said in a half-whisper. </p><p></p><p>Khi'rin made a face. </p><p></p><p>"Have him make an appointment, like everyone else," he replied returning to his books.</p><p></p><p>"I tried, sir, but-"</p><p></p><p>Nosr the Resplendant barged past the acolyte-clerk of Tyr swirlling his cloak and with much flourish bowed to Khi'rin. </p><p></p><p>As he stood up, he tossed a small, envelope gilded with gold-leaf at Khi'rin with a flick of his wrist as if throwing a shuriken. The envelope landed on the table, spun rapidly a few times, and halted. Khi'rin saw his name, right side up, on the cover in Alzhedan calligraphy. </p><p></p><p>Khi'rin rose. "Nosr! It's great to see you!" </p><p></p><p>Sometimes the priest of Waukeen felt isolated down here in Alaghon. His communication with Aris and rest was only through Kith, Jhovan or other Grey 'Wolf agents when they happened to stop and deliver orders or pick up reports, and although Souliess popped in from time to time, his being a wolverine still made Khi'rin uncomfortable. </p><p></p><p>Nosr raised an eyebrow. "I wish it were better circumstances."</p><p></p><p>The sorcerer, still not much older than 20 winters, sighed. </p><p></p><p>Khi'rin blanched. Had something happened to his cousin, or Alberia? Had they heard from Benito or Grim or Ellysidell?</p><p></p><p>"Whatever do you mean? What has happened?"</p><p></p><p>Nosr motioned to the envelope. </p><p></p><p>"See for yourself." </p><p></p><p>Nosr sighed again, melodramatically, then added, "Although, I wish that I could take advantage of what you and the druids have done with the inn, I cannot stay. I have other in-," he pursed his lips. "I have other news to deliver and more friends to track down."</p><p></p><p>Khi'rin smiled, "So you like what you see?" </p><p></p><p>Nosr shrugged his shoulders and spun around on his heels. Khi'rin furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the envelope again.</p><p></p><p>Nosr turned back briefly and added, "For the record, I am NOT Aris's errand boy!"</p><p></p><p>And with an arcane gesture, slammed the door behind him. Khi'rin heard the audible "POP!" of the air being displaced as Nosr <em>teleported</em> away. The clerk stood staring at Khi'rin, still in shock at the youth's entrance. </p><p></p><p>Khi'rin bit his lower lip and looked at the envelope for a third time. He quickly cast an orison to detect the magicks associated with the item. </p><p></p><p>"No reason to stop being cautious," he mutterd out loud. </p><p></p><p>Feeling the envelope was safe to open, Khi'rin pulled out a dagger and tore free the seal. The illusion of faerie dust spilled from the envelope and the letter it held inside flew out after the golden motes of light. It opened and floated before Khi'rin as he read the contents. Finished in a mater of seconds, he laughed out loud, plopping back in his chair and propping his feet on the desk. The clerk cringed as a few stray sheets of paper floated to the floor. </p><p></p><p>"Cousin, it's about time!" Khi'rin yelled out loud.</p><p></p><p>"Ephrain," he told the clerk, "start packing. We're going to Cormyr!"</p><p></p><p>Then, he couldn't help but spin in his chair and "Whoop!" out loud.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Broccli_Head, post: 760861, member: 105"] ...edited part II of [i]What Has Gone Before[/i] above.... AND here begins [i]The Return[/i] [b]Late Spring, 1378, Year of the Cauldron[/b] The hawk soared over the multi-colored spires and minnarets of Alaghon, Jewel of Turmish. It could have travelled to its destination in a quicker, less taxing way, but the hawk needed to think and let its emotions simmer down. He could not tell if it was anger, jealousy, or disappointment that assailled his heart and his mind. Fortunately, loyalty and love always won in the end. He would do [i]anything[/i] for his big brother even when he didn't agree. The hawk did a wingover near the Assembly of Stars and headed south along the coast. He did not need to go far and slowly began his descent, spiralling towards a series of gardens and orchards dominated by several well-maintained residences. A bold sign proclaimed this facility to be the [i]Retreat of the Missing Bard[/i] in great golden, green-outlined letters. The name warmed his heart and stirred wonderful memories of a friend long gone. Patrons of the retreat milled around the immaculately horticultured landscaping. The hawk landed behind a familiar shack near the main hall of the retreat complex and shook his feathers, weary of the journey. Had anyone been watching--but the hawk made sure no one was--they would have seen the quick transformation of the bird of prey. In the span of heartbeats stood a tall and resplendant half-elven male, dressed in black silk breeches and a white silk shirt. He strode into the inn, his black,sable cloak with gold and red trim billowed behind him. ** Khi'rin al-D'hib sat behind a few piles of papers and books. This quarter's taxes would soon be due and Khi'rin was desperately trying to catch up on the books for al-D'hib enterprises and the reports to send to Suzail. It had been unbelievably bountiful the first quarter and this second one would undoubtedly break records. Waukeen and Tymora were smiling on their faithful, and even though the work was tedious and had to be meticulous, the merchant priest of Waukeen could not help but hum a tune and smile while he worked. His inspired accounting was abruptly interrupted as the doors to his office opened and a clerk, on loan from the Temple of Tyr, stuck his head in. "Master al-D'hib, there's someone here to see you. He says it is urgent," he said in a half-whisper. Khi'rin made a face. "Have him make an appointment, like everyone else," he replied returning to his books. "I tried, sir, but-" Nosr the Resplendant barged past the acolyte-clerk of Tyr swirlling his cloak and with much flourish bowed to Khi'rin. As he stood up, he tossed a small, envelope gilded with gold-leaf at Khi'rin with a flick of his wrist as if throwing a shuriken. The envelope landed on the table, spun rapidly a few times, and halted. Khi'rin saw his name, right side up, on the cover in Alzhedan calligraphy. Khi'rin rose. "Nosr! It's great to see you!" Sometimes the priest of Waukeen felt isolated down here in Alaghon. His communication with Aris and rest was only through Kith, Jhovan or other Grey 'Wolf agents when they happened to stop and deliver orders or pick up reports, and although Souliess popped in from time to time, his being a wolverine still made Khi'rin uncomfortable. Nosr raised an eyebrow. "I wish it were better circumstances." The sorcerer, still not much older than 20 winters, sighed. Khi'rin blanched. Had something happened to his cousin, or Alberia? Had they heard from Benito or Grim or Ellysidell? "Whatever do you mean? What has happened?" Nosr motioned to the envelope. "See for yourself." Nosr sighed again, melodramatically, then added, "Although, I wish that I could take advantage of what you and the druids have done with the inn, I cannot stay. I have other in-," he pursed his lips. "I have other news to deliver and more friends to track down." Khi'rin smiled, "So you like what you see?" Nosr shrugged his shoulders and spun around on his heels. Khi'rin furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the envelope again. Nosr turned back briefly and added, "For the record, I am NOT Aris's errand boy!" And with an arcane gesture, slammed the door behind him. Khi'rin heard the audible "POP!" of the air being displaced as Nosr [i]teleported[/i] away. The clerk stood staring at Khi'rin, still in shock at the youth's entrance. Khi'rin bit his lower lip and looked at the envelope for a third time. He quickly cast an orison to detect the magicks associated with the item. "No reason to stop being cautious," he mutterd out loud. Feeling the envelope was safe to open, Khi'rin pulled out a dagger and tore free the seal. The illusion of faerie dust spilled from the envelope and the letter it held inside flew out after the golden motes of light. It opened and floated before Khi'rin as he read the contents. Finished in a mater of seconds, he laughed out loud, plopping back in his chair and propping his feet on the desk. The clerk cringed as a few stray sheets of paper floated to the floor. "Cousin, it's about time!" Khi'rin yelled out loud. "Ephrain," he told the clerk, "start packing. We're going to Cormyr!" Then, he couldn't help but spin in his chair and "Whoop!" out loud. [/QUOTE]
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