Rae ArdGaoth
Explorer
Thyrin looks up at Keldar's words with a huge grin. "Ah yes, the adventures of Sir Raynedil! I simply love Lakeward's work, it's very relaxing to read something simple after burying my head in these arcane formulae all day. Are you a fan? Have you read 'Sir Raynedil and the Kind Mind Flayer'? It's one of my favorites."
"But I digress... Bazdek Quickfoot, you say? The hero? Well, I won't ruin it for you, but I suggest you read on. Ahem... 'Hung on a golden chain around the rogue's neck is what looks to be a hand wrapped in cloth.' Now, this is only page thirteen, but somewhere around here we discover that.... Aha, 'The key to the chest soars through the air across the chasm into Bezdak's waiting grasp. "Ha! Killing that elf was totally worth it," he shouts to Sir Raynedil as he gives the clothed hand around his neck a little kiss. "Thanks Thelaquos, and thank you, Raynedil. Enjoy your stay!" ' So you see, Keldar, Bazdek 's hand is actually a mummified elf hand. I think Lakeward wrote a side series about Bazdek Quickfoot, Thelaquos' death was quite gruesome... In any case, Rilithorne and I have found a way around the need for any dead things. A gauntlet infused with some elemental energy from the planes of air and fire will function just the same. As a matter of fact..." Thyrin grins and points his finger at the book Galwynn is holding. The book floats gently up and glides into Thyrin's waiting grasp. "I've made one for myself." Pulling open his robes just a bit, he reveals a small metallic gauntlet on a necklace, resting against his pale chest.
Thyrin opens the book, "I don't need information about her, I just wanted some pictures, master Galwynn. Mm, yes, wheat, children, the sun. You don't want to look like Sir Raynedil do you? Might tarnish your reputation as the warrior for the common man... let's do this: we'll give the metal a beaten look, I can have my earth elementals assist me with that... We can give it some artistically placed rust, a few pictograms... Why, you'll look right at home in it, master Galwynn. A true paladin of Halina, I think."
"But I digress... Bazdek Quickfoot, you say? The hero? Well, I won't ruin it for you, but I suggest you read on. Ahem... 'Hung on a golden chain around the rogue's neck is what looks to be a hand wrapped in cloth.' Now, this is only page thirteen, but somewhere around here we discover that.... Aha, 'The key to the chest soars through the air across the chasm into Bezdak's waiting grasp. "Ha! Killing that elf was totally worth it," he shouts to Sir Raynedil as he gives the clothed hand around his neck a little kiss. "Thanks Thelaquos, and thank you, Raynedil. Enjoy your stay!" ' So you see, Keldar, Bazdek 's hand is actually a mummified elf hand. I think Lakeward wrote a side series about Bazdek Quickfoot, Thelaquos' death was quite gruesome... In any case, Rilithorne and I have found a way around the need for any dead things. A gauntlet infused with some elemental energy from the planes of air and fire will function just the same. As a matter of fact..." Thyrin grins and points his finger at the book Galwynn is holding. The book floats gently up and glides into Thyrin's waiting grasp. "I've made one for myself." Pulling open his robes just a bit, he reveals a small metallic gauntlet on a necklace, resting against his pale chest.
Thyrin opens the book, "I don't need information about her, I just wanted some pictures, master Galwynn. Mm, yes, wheat, children, the sun. You don't want to look like Sir Raynedil do you? Might tarnish your reputation as the warrior for the common man... let's do this: we'll give the metal a beaten look, I can have my earth elementals assist me with that... We can give it some artistically placed rust, a few pictograms... Why, you'll look right at home in it, master Galwynn. A true paladin of Halina, I think."