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<blockquote data-quote="SolidSnake_01" data-source="post: 7120315" data-attributes="member: 63254"><p><strong><u>Chapter 4 </u>(“Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a poison or a remedy.” -Paracelsus)</strong></p><p> </p><p>After thanking Allustan for the tea, the party decided to stash the indigo lantern at Etona’s “residence” under the watchful eye of her friend Phreet before heading to the Emporium. It was a rather protracted affair. Etona had to convince Phreet that selling the lantern would be a mistake. The emaciated teenager finally agreed to the terms of her assignment, but only after she was offered dinner.</p><p> </p><p>Conveniently located across from the Sheriff’s office and adjacent to the church of St. Cuthbert; the Emporium provided quite a stark contrast within the central plaza. Rey watched men and women whip themselves under the watchful eye of a rabid preacher, the Sheriff’s deputies all the while laughing and drinking. So this is civilization, she thought with disgust. The Emporium itself was a large two-story building, whose windows were deliberately covered to ensure patron privacy. The entrance led by design into an antechamber hosting two distinct men: Kurlag and Gaspar. Kurlag was rather massive half-orc who wore what looked to be an ornate gladiator helmet. He stood near the smaller, balding, and well groomed form of Gaspar. Where Kurlag was stoic, intimidating, and silent; Gaspar was polite. Curling his mustache, a smile split his face as the group approached. Everyone’s attention; however, was diverted to the red lantern giving the area a sinister hue.</p><p> </p><p>“Greetings and welcome to the Emporium!” Looking down at a ledger in front of him for a moment, understanding swept across his face. “You must be Etona and Rey! We have been expecting you. Hannah made me promise that if you two ventured here while she was working, I was to escort you right in. Now normally, we charge an entrance fee but we will wave it this one time. Please, make yourselves at home. If you wish to partake in the Lounge upstairs or see the “Gallery of Science” downstairs, those will be extra charges. Otherwise, Hannah is treating you to dinner.”</p><p> </p><p>As the group began to walk by Kurlag, the man shifted his body to interpose himself in front of Etona. The move did not seem overtly threatening, but Rey took it as such. She stared menacingly into the half-orc’s eyes, her knuckles turning white around the spear.</p><p> </p><p>“Ladies if you would please deposit your weapons at the door, I would be happy to look after them for you. There are no weapons allowed inside the establishment,” Gaspar said gingerly.</p><p> </p><p>Etona nodded and finally managed to convince Rey to drop her spear off with Gaspar. In good faith she and Egan also left their daggers with the man. This had the desired effect of diffusing the tension, but the elf would not part with her bow. Gaspar seemed satisfied as it had no string and Etona did leave her quiver with him. After all, what can someone do with a stringless bow and no arrows after all?</p><p> </p><p>Hannah greeted them inside and gave hugs to both women before looking quizzically at Egan. “Is he with you?”</p><p> </p><p>“Yes, this man is helping us resolve that issue you were having at your farm,” Etona responded.</p><p> </p><p>“Ahhh. Well, the more the merrier. Let me get you something to drink. I must insist you try our chef’s new special soup. He has only just recently offered it here, but it has become extremely popular. I’ll be right back.” Hannah turned to leave, but Etona grabbed her arm before she could go.</p><p> </p><p>“Hannah, listen. While I am grateful for dinner, that is not why we are here today. We need to ask you a favor.”</p><p> </p><p>“Good, because I need to ask you one as well. You go first,” Hannah replied.</p><p> </p><p>“We would like to rent or borrow the red lantern hanging in the entryway. It is crucial we get a hold of it as soon as possible.”</p><p> </p><p>Hannah could not contain her surprise. “The red lantern is a fixture for the establishment. I am not sure, but I could ask.”</p><p> </p><p>Etona thanked her and watched as she sauntered back to the kitchen, presumably to place the table’s order and ask the owner of the establishment for their strange request. Though, Etona was fairly sure that as requests went, this would not be the most bizarre one the Emporium has ever received.</p><p> </p><p>Hannah returned with bowls of orange soup for the party. Everyone agreed unanimously that it was quite good as Hannah laid out her patron’s request.</p><p> </p><p>“Zalamandra has agreed to your request provided you accept her task. She is even willing to part with the item permanently if you resolve this matter quickly.” Hannah looked around carefully before continuing and spoke in hushed tones. “In the last week our patrons have been getting sick from our supply of kalamanthis. Our regulars are not receiving the right effect from the plant and becoming violently ill. We hired an herbalist to test the kalamanthis so that we could be assured of its purity. He has assured us that it is of the finest quality. Lady Zalamandra is quite vexed by the entire affair as there is to be a large celebration here soon which will require a large store of kalamanthis to be utilized.”</p><p> </p><p>“What’s Calema-,” Egan began.</p><p> </p><p>“<em>Kalamanthis</em>,” Etona interrupted. “It is a plant which blurs the border between this world and the Feywild. Users are privy to visions and a sense of euphoria.”</p><p> </p><p>“Sounds wonderful,” Egan said with a smile.</p><p> </p><p>“Humans often take too much and become dependant on the effects.” Turning back to Hannah. “Has the supplier changed?”</p><p> </p><p>“No, our only supplier at this time are the monks from the Twilight Monastery. We have had them for many years now and they are always punctual with deliveries. The last shipment was received a few weeks ago. We do not expect a new shipment for nearly a month.”</p><p> </p><p>“Who picks up the shipment,” Rey asked. “Perhaps they switched a part of the delivery with a duplicate to sell the product themselves.”</p><p> </p><p>Hannah shook her head. “Our herbalist tested every sack the kalamanthis is stored in to ensure against that specific issue. The purity was the same in all the samples.”</p><p> </p><p>“May we have a list of the ‘regulars’ who were ill,” Etona inquired.</p><p> </p><p>Hannah shifted nervously at the question. “We do not like to name our regulars. Some of these people could be embarrassed by the entire affair.”</p><p> </p><p>Etona’s brow furrowed with her visible frustration. “That is going to make things difficult.”</p><p> </p><p>“My compliments to the chef. This soup is delicious,” Egan said eagerly. “What’s in it?”</p><p> </p><p>Hannah smiled. “Chef Zulmont refuses to share the recipe with anyone. He probably thinks that if people find out, he will no longer be useful.”</p><p> </p><p>“Squash is what you are tasting,” Etona said absentmindedly. “Probably just some salt, pepper, and maybe nutmeg.”</p><p> </p><p>Rey shrugged. “Tastes pretty good to me and you know how I feel about vegetables.”</p><p> </p><p>“Hannah if you won’t give us a list of people who got sick, let’s try it a different way. Did anyone NOT get sick in the past week who is a regular,” Etona kept pressing.</p><p> </p><p>Hannah tapped her lips thoughtfully for a moment before responding. “Yes. In fact there is such a person and I believe he is here tonight. Would you like me to go and see if he is available?”</p><p> </p><p>The party didn’t wait long before Hannah brought the person in question to their table from the upstairs Lounge. He was well over 6 feet in height and covered from head to toe in orange fur. Fangs protruded as he smiled at the party and in his claws he held an ornate pipe that he periodically toked from. The vest he wore and the satin ribbons in his hair seemed out of place for him, though he could not have been raised with better etiquette. Rey liked him instantly.</p><p> </p><p>“Good evening fair ladies and gentleman. Hannah informs me that you require my assistance. May I sit,” he said as he gestured to an open chair. After Etona’s and Rey’s consent, the creature eased itself into the chair. “My name is Shag Solomon and you must be Etona,” he said gesturing his pipe at the elf. “That must mean you are Rey. Who are you good sir,” Shag asked Egan. “You have a hard look about you. Did you grow up in Diamond Lake?”</p><p> </p><p>“I’m Egan and I did grow up here. How did you know?”</p><p> </p><p>“Splendid,” Shag exclaimed. “I do love these games.” Then just as suddenly, the smile disappeared from his face. “Goodness, where are my manners? How rude of me. Would anyone care for a taste,” he asked gesturing to his pipe.</p><p> </p><p>Not wishing to be rude, Etona volunteered for the group. The effects were nearly immediate. Colors vibrated all about the room. She smelled such sweet sounds. For a moment Etona found herself floating on the wings of a giant green butterfly. Then, just as suddenly the feeling evaporated.</p><p> </p><p>“Well,” Shagg asked excitedly. “How was the trip?”</p><p> </p><p>“Correct me if I am wrong Mr. Solomon but shouldn’t the effects last a bit longer,” Etona asked with disappointment evident in her voice.</p><p> </p><p>Shag began to scratch his head. “Actually, yes.”</p><p> </p><p>“Where are MY manners. May we order you some of this delicious soup,” Etona inquired.</p><p> </p><p>Shag made a face that displayed his sentiments clearly on the matter. “No thank you. I prefer my meals fresh and bloody. Vegetables do not agree with my constitution.”</p><p> </p><p>“That’s it,” Etona declared.</p><p> </p><p>Shag shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a look of worry on his face. “Did I say something wrong?”</p><p> </p><p>“Quite the contrary Mr. Solomon.” Etona was visibly beaming. “You see, gourd seeds are a natural antidote for kalamanthis. The herb isn’t making them sick, they are going through withdrawal. The soup is negating the effects of the kalamanthis!”</p><p> </p><p>Etona gave a bit more explanation to everyone before heading back to the kitchen and informing the chef that he is was creating a problem for his employer. The elf didn’t want him to get fired, so she suggested that he cut out the seeds before preparing the soup to avoid any future unpleasantness with the clientele. For solving the issue so expeditiously and discreetly, Lady Zalamandra rewarded the party with the red lantern. Everyone agreed that it had been a long day, so they planned to meet at the abandoned mining office near the cairn the next morning.</p><p>---------------------------------------</p><p>Setting the lanterns back upon their hooks and lighting them did not disappoint. The face carved into the wall high above the alcove opened into a portal that allowed safe passage to a strange room beyond. A short hallway led to a pit filled with ceramic orbs. Suspended above this area was a narrow bridge, which led directly to large iron door.</p><p> </p><p>“You wouldn’t build a door like that if you weren’t protecting something valuable,” Rey stated.</p><p> </p><p>Etona went first and was greeted by the source of the balls in the pit. Apparently, one of the sentries for room was a series of cannons embedded into the walls on either side of the bridge that activated when weight placed upon it. Luckily Etona did not lose her footing and fall over the side. She made it safely to the large door on the opposite end of the pit, but could find no way to open it. It was then that everyone heard a child’s giggling. The sound echoed throughout the chamber and it was long afterwards that a ghostly face peered through the door.</p><p> </p><p>“You’ll never get inside,” it teased. “Never, never, never. But I know how. Oh yes, I know.”</p><p> </p><p>“Who are you,” Etona asked gently. “We mean you no harm, child.”</p><p> </p><p>The remainder of the ghost passed through the door, revealing the gruesome manner in which it died. No doubt the boy had been struck by one of the ceramic orbs and broken its neck many years ago.</p><p> </p><p>“You have come very far. Not many have been here in a long time. There is much treasure in the pit below,” it said with a mischievous smile. “Oh yes, much treasure.”</p><p> </p><p>“We are not interested in treasure,” Etona retorted. “That is not why we are here. Tell us your name.”</p><p> </p><p>“My...name?” It’s smile evaporated and it only spoke after carefully weighing its words. “Alastor. Alastor Land. Are you here to help me?”</p><p> </p><p>“Yes,” Etona answered. “Tell us how.”</p><p> </p><p>“I am cursed. I will never find peace. If you help me, I can open this door for you.”</p><p> </p><p>“I would help you regardless of what was behind that door,” Etona said.</p><p> </p><p>“My bones need to be laid to rest with my family. We have a small cemetery on our farm. Would you take my bones there,” Alastor implored.</p><p> </p><p>“Where are they,” Etona asked.</p><p> </p><p>The ghost looked down at the pit below. Etona watched as the ceramic balls shifted. Something was down there and it didn’t require regular meals to be dangerous.</p><p> </p><p>“What’s down there Alastor?”</p><p> </p><p>“The guardian,” the child replied. “It is a vicious creature that has killed many adventurers.”</p><p> </p><p>“All things die in their time,” Rey declared.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="SolidSnake_01, post: 7120315, member: 63254"] [B][U]Chapter 4 [/U](“Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes it either a poison or a remedy.” -Paracelsus)[/B] After thanking Allustan for the tea, the party decided to stash the indigo lantern at Etona’s “residence” under the watchful eye of her friend Phreet before heading to the Emporium. It was a rather protracted affair. Etona had to convince Phreet that selling the lantern would be a mistake. The emaciated teenager finally agreed to the terms of her assignment, but only after she was offered dinner. Conveniently located across from the Sheriff’s office and adjacent to the church of St. Cuthbert; the Emporium provided quite a stark contrast within the central plaza. Rey watched men and women whip themselves under the watchful eye of a rabid preacher, the Sheriff’s deputies all the while laughing and drinking. So this is civilization, she thought with disgust. The Emporium itself was a large two-story building, whose windows were deliberately covered to ensure patron privacy. The entrance led by design into an antechamber hosting two distinct men: Kurlag and Gaspar. Kurlag was rather massive half-orc who wore what looked to be an ornate gladiator helmet. He stood near the smaller, balding, and well groomed form of Gaspar. Where Kurlag was stoic, intimidating, and silent; Gaspar was polite. Curling his mustache, a smile split his face as the group approached. Everyone’s attention; however, was diverted to the red lantern giving the area a sinister hue. “Greetings and welcome to the Emporium!” Looking down at a ledger in front of him for a moment, understanding swept across his face. “You must be Etona and Rey! We have been expecting you. Hannah made me promise that if you two ventured here while she was working, I was to escort you right in. Now normally, we charge an entrance fee but we will wave it this one time. Please, make yourselves at home. If you wish to partake in the Lounge upstairs or see the “Gallery of Science” downstairs, those will be extra charges. Otherwise, Hannah is treating you to dinner.” As the group began to walk by Kurlag, the man shifted his body to interpose himself in front of Etona. The move did not seem overtly threatening, but Rey took it as such. She stared menacingly into the half-orc’s eyes, her knuckles turning white around the spear. “Ladies if you would please deposit your weapons at the door, I would be happy to look after them for you. There are no weapons allowed inside the establishment,” Gaspar said gingerly. Etona nodded and finally managed to convince Rey to drop her spear off with Gaspar. In good faith she and Egan also left their daggers with the man. This had the desired effect of diffusing the tension, but the elf would not part with her bow. Gaspar seemed satisfied as it had no string and Etona did leave her quiver with him. After all, what can someone do with a stringless bow and no arrows after all? Hannah greeted them inside and gave hugs to both women before looking quizzically at Egan. “Is he with you?” “Yes, this man is helping us resolve that issue you were having at your farm,” Etona responded. “Ahhh. Well, the more the merrier. Let me get you something to drink. I must insist you try our chef’s new special soup. He has only just recently offered it here, but it has become extremely popular. I’ll be right back.” Hannah turned to leave, but Etona grabbed her arm before she could go. “Hannah, listen. While I am grateful for dinner, that is not why we are here today. We need to ask you a favor.” “Good, because I need to ask you one as well. You go first,” Hannah replied. “We would like to rent or borrow the red lantern hanging in the entryway. It is crucial we get a hold of it as soon as possible.” Hannah could not contain her surprise. “The red lantern is a fixture for the establishment. I am not sure, but I could ask.” Etona thanked her and watched as she sauntered back to the kitchen, presumably to place the table’s order and ask the owner of the establishment for their strange request. Though, Etona was fairly sure that as requests went, this would not be the most bizarre one the Emporium has ever received. Hannah returned with bowls of orange soup for the party. Everyone agreed unanimously that it was quite good as Hannah laid out her patron’s request. “Zalamandra has agreed to your request provided you accept her task. She is even willing to part with the item permanently if you resolve this matter quickly.” Hannah looked around carefully before continuing and spoke in hushed tones. “In the last week our patrons have been getting sick from our supply of kalamanthis. Our regulars are not receiving the right effect from the plant and becoming violently ill. We hired an herbalist to test the kalamanthis so that we could be assured of its purity. He has assured us that it is of the finest quality. Lady Zalamandra is quite vexed by the entire affair as there is to be a large celebration here soon which will require a large store of kalamanthis to be utilized.” “What’s Calema-,” Egan began. “[I]Kalamanthis[/I],” Etona interrupted. “It is a plant which blurs the border between this world and the Feywild. Users are privy to visions and a sense of euphoria.” “Sounds wonderful,” Egan said with a smile. “Humans often take too much and become dependant on the effects.” Turning back to Hannah. “Has the supplier changed?” “No, our only supplier at this time are the monks from the Twilight Monastery. We have had them for many years now and they are always punctual with deliveries. The last shipment was received a few weeks ago. We do not expect a new shipment for nearly a month.” “Who picks up the shipment,” Rey asked. “Perhaps they switched a part of the delivery with a duplicate to sell the product themselves.” Hannah shook her head. “Our herbalist tested every sack the kalamanthis is stored in to ensure against that specific issue. The purity was the same in all the samples.” “May we have a list of the ‘regulars’ who were ill,” Etona inquired. Hannah shifted nervously at the question. “We do not like to name our regulars. Some of these people could be embarrassed by the entire affair.” Etona’s brow furrowed with her visible frustration. “That is going to make things difficult.” “My compliments to the chef. This soup is delicious,” Egan said eagerly. “What’s in it?” Hannah smiled. “Chef Zulmont refuses to share the recipe with anyone. He probably thinks that if people find out, he will no longer be useful.” “Squash is what you are tasting,” Etona said absentmindedly. “Probably just some salt, pepper, and maybe nutmeg.” Rey shrugged. “Tastes pretty good to me and you know how I feel about vegetables.” “Hannah if you won’t give us a list of people who got sick, let’s try it a different way. Did anyone NOT get sick in the past week who is a regular,” Etona kept pressing. Hannah tapped her lips thoughtfully for a moment before responding. “Yes. In fact there is such a person and I believe he is here tonight. Would you like me to go and see if he is available?” The party didn’t wait long before Hannah brought the person in question to their table from the upstairs Lounge. He was well over 6 feet in height and covered from head to toe in orange fur. Fangs protruded as he smiled at the party and in his claws he held an ornate pipe that he periodically toked from. The vest he wore and the satin ribbons in his hair seemed out of place for him, though he could not have been raised with better etiquette. Rey liked him instantly. “Good evening fair ladies and gentleman. Hannah informs me that you require my assistance. May I sit,” he said as he gestured to an open chair. After Etona’s and Rey’s consent, the creature eased itself into the chair. “My name is Shag Solomon and you must be Etona,” he said gesturing his pipe at the elf. “That must mean you are Rey. Who are you good sir,” Shag asked Egan. “You have a hard look about you. Did you grow up in Diamond Lake?” “I’m Egan and I did grow up here. How did you know?” “Splendid,” Shag exclaimed. “I do love these games.” Then just as suddenly, the smile disappeared from his face. “Goodness, where are my manners? How rude of me. Would anyone care for a taste,” he asked gesturing to his pipe. Not wishing to be rude, Etona volunteered for the group. The effects were nearly immediate. Colors vibrated all about the room. She smelled such sweet sounds. For a moment Etona found herself floating on the wings of a giant green butterfly. Then, just as suddenly the feeling evaporated. “Well,” Shagg asked excitedly. “How was the trip?” “Correct me if I am wrong Mr. Solomon but shouldn’t the effects last a bit longer,” Etona asked with disappointment evident in her voice. Shag began to scratch his head. “Actually, yes.” “Where are MY manners. May we order you some of this delicious soup,” Etona inquired. Shag made a face that displayed his sentiments clearly on the matter. “No thank you. I prefer my meals fresh and bloody. Vegetables do not agree with my constitution.” “That’s it,” Etona declared. Shag shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a look of worry on his face. “Did I say something wrong?” “Quite the contrary Mr. Solomon.” Etona was visibly beaming. “You see, gourd seeds are a natural antidote for kalamanthis. The herb isn’t making them sick, they are going through withdrawal. The soup is negating the effects of the kalamanthis!” Etona gave a bit more explanation to everyone before heading back to the kitchen and informing the chef that he is was creating a problem for his employer. The elf didn’t want him to get fired, so she suggested that he cut out the seeds before preparing the soup to avoid any future unpleasantness with the clientele. For solving the issue so expeditiously and discreetly, Lady Zalamandra rewarded the party with the red lantern. Everyone agreed that it had been a long day, so they planned to meet at the abandoned mining office near the cairn the next morning. --------------------------------------- Setting the lanterns back upon their hooks and lighting them did not disappoint. The face carved into the wall high above the alcove opened into a portal that allowed safe passage to a strange room beyond. A short hallway led to a pit filled with ceramic orbs. Suspended above this area was a narrow bridge, which led directly to large iron door. “You wouldn’t build a door like that if you weren’t protecting something valuable,” Rey stated. Etona went first and was greeted by the source of the balls in the pit. Apparently, one of the sentries for room was a series of cannons embedded into the walls on either side of the bridge that activated when weight placed upon it. Luckily Etona did not lose her footing and fall over the side. She made it safely to the large door on the opposite end of the pit, but could find no way to open it. It was then that everyone heard a child’s giggling. The sound echoed throughout the chamber and it was long afterwards that a ghostly face peered through the door. “You’ll never get inside,” it teased. “Never, never, never. But I know how. Oh yes, I know.” “Who are you,” Etona asked gently. “We mean you no harm, child.” The remainder of the ghost passed through the door, revealing the gruesome manner in which it died. No doubt the boy had been struck by one of the ceramic orbs and broken its neck many years ago. “You have come very far. Not many have been here in a long time. There is much treasure in the pit below,” it said with a mischievous smile. “Oh yes, much treasure.” “We are not interested in treasure,” Etona retorted. “That is not why we are here. Tell us your name.” “My...name?” It’s smile evaporated and it only spoke after carefully weighing its words. “Alastor. Alastor Land. Are you here to help me?” “Yes,” Etona answered. “Tell us how.” “I am cursed. I will never find peace. If you help me, I can open this door for you.” “I would help you regardless of what was behind that door,” Etona said. “My bones need to be laid to rest with my family. We have a small cemetery on our farm. Would you take my bones there,” Alastor implored. “Where are they,” Etona asked. The ghost looked down at the pit below. Etona watched as the ceramic balls shifted. Something was down there and it didn’t require regular meals to be dangerous. “What’s down there Alastor?” “The guardian,” the child replied. “It is a vicious creature that has killed many adventurers.” “All things die in their time,” Rey declared. [/QUOTE]
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