Kahuna Burger
First Post
GPEKO said:As if to clear his mind of all those questions, Orillian put himself to work. Abandoning his usual duties for (maybe ?) two or three days, he starts to search for any information that might tell him the significance or fonction of this tattoo. He tries to visit various libraries in the city and, there, he asks Bollo and a conjured unseen servant to fetch him various books on symbols, cosmology and even prophecies. He also consult some of his collegues for information.
(gepko is trying the DM's patience... this is why I suggested just having you already together. )
realizing that the tattoo has actually been many symbols in the past, you also looks through your older notebooks and diaries from school, and find sketches you made over the years. Bollo takes to wandering the libraries with the different sketches, trying to match any of them to anything. As a result he brings you several false leads and you are considering just leaving him home until about three days later when in the middle of a pile of various astrology charts, runes and holy symbols, you find a short paper, apparently a case study of sorts with a map in the middle. The map is oddly arresting and you realize that the positions and number of realms onit is similar to what your tattoo looked like when you first began wondering about it and sketching it. You are ready to dismiss it as a very strange coincidence when a phrase in the essay catches your eye and you find yourself reading through it.
The paper describes a young but very powerful mage from the local college who disapeared in a mysterious bird attack and then returned almost two decades later. The map is of the land he supposedly wandered in that time before finally finding a way home. Details are scarce, as apparently the mage (who had gained even greater power in his absence) killed himself shortly after his return, and the essay is peiced together out of accounts of those who had tended him during his recovery from the powerful magics he had used to escape this strange land. What had caught your eye were the phrases attributed to him in his deep depression. "...the overwhellming blandness of this land I returned to..." "This world I loved has no taste, no color, no joy or true pain..." he spoke of his folly in working so hard to escape a place he now felt he could not truely live outside of. The essay speaks of him even cutting and burning himself before finally commiting suicide, and you find yourself thinking of other young boys in the manor daring each other to touch the hot horseshoes as the blacksmith finished them and laid them out. You did it and it burned, so that was a bad idea but you had never felt the excitement and daring that the fear of pain seemed to inspire in the other boys. It was a sensation, something at least, and one to be avoided because it meant you were damaging yourself, but what was the big deal?
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