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<blockquote data-quote="Express" data-source="post: 2759061" data-attributes="member: 19166"><p>Anvil and Dorbo began an excited and detailed inspection of the figurine, as Bynara looked on distastefully. "Aren't dragons rumored to be noble looking or something? That thing looks grotesque."</p><p></p><p>"Is it ceramic?, no clay.... what is the best way to determine age? A few slight cracks, some stippling..." The artificer and wizard were completely absorbed in the dragon. There was talk of <em>identifying</em> and <em>detecting</em>. </p><p></p><p>"Heard of it?" I asked the pair. "The name, I mean. The Dhakaani Dragon." Both mumbled a negative response, their attention still firmly fixed on the figure.</p><p></p><p>I stood staring at Hennet. He looked worse than the day before. My mind went back to the word I had been avoiding since I read it: Xoriat. The Plane of Madness.</p><p></p><p>I'll admit it- I am no astronomer, no charter of cosmology. After all, I can barely handle this plane of reality. But like most people on the face of Eberron, I know a few things. Its cold in Risia. Dark in Mabar. And Xoriat is very, very bad.</p><p></p><p>"Hennet," I asked "Did Gyger do something to you? Did he have help?"</p><p></p><p>He looked at me, words formed in his mouth, but caught there. He struggled to form a response but none came. Hennet wasn't going to be much help.</p><p></p><p>"Hennet" It was Bynara, softly. She knelt by him placing her hand on his. "You said that Honora was dead. You see her, don't you? You know shes alive? What did you mean?"</p><p></p><p>Honora looked at me confused as Hennet began to stammer. "Yes, I know..I was confused before. Its all so jumbled, you see. Honora is here I can see that now. My sister is ..here." </p><p></p><p>Hennet was definately going to be no help at all. If we wanted to know anything we couldnt ask him. We would have to find out for ourselves.</p><p></p><p>I put down the wine bottle and began to concentrate,my hands and words moving together. Divine energy filled my body. I closed my eyes and imagined a cone of energy spilling forth toward Hennet. Anvil and Dorbo's chatter ceased. Honora stood by her brother, calming him, but Hennet didnt stir.</p><p></p><p>An aura appeared, then formed around Hennet. It was very strong and bright, but beyond knowing it was there, I couldnt determine anything. Except it was powerful. But having seen Hennet, one didnt need a spell to know that.</p><p></p><p>I sat down. Dorbo went silently back to his study of the figure. Honora became concerned. "What does that mean, exactly?"</p><p></p><p>"He is under the influence of magic, perhaps an enchantment, or a curse." Anvil answered, gravely. "We could seek aid at a Hospital, assuming the Healers Guild has someone of adequete skill in Trolanport. But the aura appeared to be most potent. And Trolanport is rather...small."</p><p></p><p>Dorbo glared at Anvil for that last remark. "Be that as it may," he said rather sullenly, "that's not th' only thing magical here. I've given this thingee th' once over. Its got magic properties, it does. Dont know what it does, but there ya go." </p><p></p><p>We all fell silent, thinking. Dorbo waited for a response to his announcement, then with a grunted <strong><em>hurmph</em></strong> began to search through the figures wrapping.</p><p></p><p>Honora broke the silence. "Master d'Medani" she began. "Calib." That was better, and I smiled. </p><p></p><p>"You have, all of you, rendered a great service to me and have of course completed your commission." She placed her hand on Hennet's shoulder. "However, from what I have gathered of the situation in Sharn, and given my brother's condition, I would ask to retain your company's service. I would ask for your protection until we may cure him, or if possible, to find the cause of Hennet's state."</p><p></p><p>To my surprise, Bynara answered for us. "Of course." Her face wore an expression of pity.</p><p></p><p>We decided to call for food to be brought up for lunch. By we, I mean everyone but Dorbo, who continued to fidget with the dragon while looking annoyed over his artificers skills being unappreciated and his nations capital denigrated. The service at the Quayside was quite good, and food quickly arrived, borne by a couple of livired halflings far too cheerful for the mood of the room.</p><p></p><p>Dorbo stopped us before we could clear the table to eat. Amongst the tatters of the Chronicle that covered the figure, he had discovered a wadded up letter. As he smoothed it out, deep fold lines and a broken seal of wax were revealed. </p><p></p><p>"That imprint is tha seal of Morgrave University," he informed us as he squinted at the paper.The address written on the paper was Hennets apartment in Sharn.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Express, post: 2759061, member: 19166"] Anvil and Dorbo began an excited and detailed inspection of the figurine, as Bynara looked on distastefully. "Aren't dragons rumored to be noble looking or something? That thing looks grotesque." "Is it ceramic?, no clay.... what is the best way to determine age? A few slight cracks, some stippling..." The artificer and wizard were completely absorbed in the dragon. There was talk of [I]identifying[/I] and [I]detecting[/I]. "Heard of it?" I asked the pair. "The name, I mean. The Dhakaani Dragon." Both mumbled a negative response, their attention still firmly fixed on the figure. I stood staring at Hennet. He looked worse than the day before. My mind went back to the word I had been avoiding since I read it: Xoriat. The Plane of Madness. I'll admit it- I am no astronomer, no charter of cosmology. After all, I can barely handle this plane of reality. But like most people on the face of Eberron, I know a few things. Its cold in Risia. Dark in Mabar. And Xoriat is very, very bad. "Hennet," I asked "Did Gyger do something to you? Did he have help?" He looked at me, words formed in his mouth, but caught there. He struggled to form a response but none came. Hennet wasn't going to be much help. "Hennet" It was Bynara, softly. She knelt by him placing her hand on his. "You said that Honora was dead. You see her, don't you? You know shes alive? What did you mean?" Honora looked at me confused as Hennet began to stammer. "Yes, I know..I was confused before. Its all so jumbled, you see. Honora is here I can see that now. My sister is ..here." Hennet was definately going to be no help at all. If we wanted to know anything we couldnt ask him. We would have to find out for ourselves. I put down the wine bottle and began to concentrate,my hands and words moving together. Divine energy filled my body. I closed my eyes and imagined a cone of energy spilling forth toward Hennet. Anvil and Dorbo's chatter ceased. Honora stood by her brother, calming him, but Hennet didnt stir. An aura appeared, then formed around Hennet. It was very strong and bright, but beyond knowing it was there, I couldnt determine anything. Except it was powerful. But having seen Hennet, one didnt need a spell to know that. I sat down. Dorbo went silently back to his study of the figure. Honora became concerned. "What does that mean, exactly?" "He is under the influence of magic, perhaps an enchantment, or a curse." Anvil answered, gravely. "We could seek aid at a Hospital, assuming the Healers Guild has someone of adequete skill in Trolanport. But the aura appeared to be most potent. And Trolanport is rather...small." Dorbo glared at Anvil for that last remark. "Be that as it may," he said rather sullenly, "that's not th' only thing magical here. I've given this thingee th' once over. Its got magic properties, it does. Dont know what it does, but there ya go." We all fell silent, thinking. Dorbo waited for a response to his announcement, then with a grunted [B][I]hurmph[/I][/B] began to search through the figures wrapping. Honora broke the silence. "Master d'Medani" she began. "Calib." That was better, and I smiled. "You have, all of you, rendered a great service to me and have of course completed your commission." She placed her hand on Hennet's shoulder. "However, from what I have gathered of the situation in Sharn, and given my brother's condition, I would ask to retain your company's service. I would ask for your protection until we may cure him, or if possible, to find the cause of Hennet's state." To my surprise, Bynara answered for us. "Of course." Her face wore an expression of pity. We decided to call for food to be brought up for lunch. By we, I mean everyone but Dorbo, who continued to fidget with the dragon while looking annoyed over his artificers skills being unappreciated and his nations capital denigrated. The service at the Quayside was quite good, and food quickly arrived, borne by a couple of livired halflings far too cheerful for the mood of the room. Dorbo stopped us before we could clear the table to eat. Amongst the tatters of the Chronicle that covered the figure, he had discovered a wadded up letter. As he smoothed it out, deep fold lines and a broken seal of wax were revealed. "That imprint is tha seal of Morgrave University," he informed us as he squinted at the paper.The address written on the paper was Hennets apartment in Sharn. [/QUOTE]
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