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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 835378" data-attributes="member: 1210">Meeting (two of) the GodsIt's the next day.&nbsp; Sheva's meditating in her temple when a strange chill runs up her spine and an image appears before her.&nbsp; There stands an emerald-skinned, blue haired man with a black cloak over green and blue robes.&nbsp; He holds a card in one hand- A trump, Sheva realizes- and a staff with a glowing gem at either end in the other.&nbsp; Now he studies her carefully for a moment, then says, &quot;I am Zelman.&quot;Sheva drops to one knee.&nbsp; &quot;Thank you for your attention,&quot; she says.&quot;You have a question about Darkhold?&quot;&quot;Yes.&nbsp; One of my adventuring companions has a missing daughter, and our clues are leading us in that direction.&nbsp; We have no way to reach it.&nbsp; We would beg your aid.&quot;The Emerald Mage frowns.&nbsp; &quot;A missing child.&nbsp; Why would-?&nbsp; Hm.&quot;&nbsp; He seems to consider for a moment, then says, &quot;I'll bring you to me shortly.&quot;&quot;My friends...?&quot;Zelman shrugs.&nbsp; &quot;Them as well, if they're ready when I contact you.&nbsp; It will be soon.&quot;&nbsp; The chill fades from Sheva's body as the image of Zelman seems to shatter into a rainbow.Soon, the party assembled, Zelman contacts Sheva again, then draws them through to him.&nbsp; He doesn't seem worried about them, and in fact he recognizes Lester.&nbsp; Zelman seems at ease and confident- but somehow not at all godly.&nbsp; He seems like an ordinary guy... barring the green skin and blue hair, anyway.&quot;I can't help you find Darkhold,&quot; he tells the group, &quot;but perhaps Garnet can.&nbsp; I've already contacted her, and she should be here as soon as she's checked with the Master of Darkhold.&quot;&quot;Hey, I thought your staff could find Darkhold!&quot; Lester objects.&nbsp; &quot;That's how we got there before.&quot;Zelman shakes his head.&nbsp; &quot;It can lead you to me, not to Darkhold.&nbsp; Remember, I too was a prisoner there for many eons.&quot;&quot;As was I,&quot; comes a lilting voice.As she walks into view, her aura alone is enough to render our heroes speechless.&nbsp; She's the most beautiful woman ever.&nbsp; Her features are elven, with pointed ears and large amber eyes.&nbsp; Her long silver hair falls like a waterfall to her waist.&quot;Garnet,&quot; Zelman acknowledges with a nod.Zeebo can't help it; his enormous Chaos-induced fertility is too much for him.&nbsp; Stifling a groan, he wraps his cloak around himself, hoping that the wet spot in his pants is not too obvious.&nbsp; And Garnet favors him with a smile.&nbsp; It's almost enough to send him into another spasmodic little death.Then she turns to Sybele.&nbsp; &quot;You are the mother?&quot; she asks gently.&nbsp; The psion-archer can only nod dumbly.&nbsp; &quot;Your daughter is not in Darkhold.&nbsp; I am sorry.&nbsp; Your information must be mistaken.&quot;&quot;What led you to believe that?&quot; Zelman inquires.The party tells the two deities of their divinations, pointing to the Master of Darkhold as a prime suspect.&nbsp; &quot;But I guess that means it must be Nigel or Marius,&quot; Sheva says.&quot;Well, good luck to you in any event,&quot; Garnet says softly.&nbsp; She smiles warmly to Sybele.&nbsp; &quot;My blessings on you- and your unborn child.&quot;&quot;What??&quot; Sybele cries.Garnet lays a hand on her belly.&quot;Or should I say... children.&nbsp; Now, farewell.&quot;Next Time: Orbius communes, and our heroes get headed in the right direction!&nbsp; The quest for Jezebel takes off!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 835378, member: 1210"] [b]Meeting (two of) the Gods[/b] It's the next day. Sheva's meditating in her temple when a strange chill runs up her spine and an image appears before her. There stands an emerald-skinned, blue haired man with a black cloak over green and blue robes. He holds a card in one hand- [i]A trump,[/i] Sheva realizes- and a staff with a glowing gem at either end in the other. Now he studies her carefully for a moment, then says, "I am Zelman." Sheva drops to one knee. "Thank you for your attention," she says. "You have a question about Darkhold?" "Yes. One of my adventuring companions has a missing daughter, and our clues are leading us in that direction. We have no way to reach it. We would beg your aid." The Emerald Mage frowns. "A missing child. Why would-? Hm." He seems to consider for a moment, then says, "I'll bring you to me shortly." "My friends...?" Zelman shrugs. "Them as well, if they're ready when I contact you. It will be soon." The chill fades from Sheva's body as the image of Zelman seems to shatter into a rainbow. Soon, the party assembled, Zelman contacts Sheva again, then draws them through to him. He doesn't seem worried about them, and in fact he recognizes Lester. Zelman seems at ease and confident- but somehow not at all godly. He seems like an ordinary guy... barring the green skin and blue hair, anyway. "I can't help you find Darkhold," he tells the group, "but perhaps Garnet can. I've already contacted her, and she should be here as soon as she's checked with the Master of Darkhold." "Hey, I thought your staff could find Darkhold!" Lester objects. "That's how we got there before." Zelman shakes his head. "It can lead you to me, not to Darkhold. Remember, I too was a prisoner there for many eons." "As was I," comes a lilting voice. As she walks into view, her aura alone is enough to render our heroes speechless. She's the most beautiful woman ever. Her features are elven, with pointed ears and large amber eyes. Her long silver hair falls like a waterfall to her waist. "Garnet," Zelman acknowledges with a nod. Zeebo can't help it; his enormous Chaos-induced fertility is too much for him. Stifling a groan, he wraps his cloak around himself, hoping that the wet spot in his pants is not too obvious. And Garnet favors him with a smile. It's almost enough to send him into another spasmodic little death. Then she turns to Sybele. "You are the mother?" she asks gently. The psion-archer can only nod dumbly. "Your daughter is not in Darkhold. I am sorry. Your information must be mistaken." "What led you to believe that?" Zelman inquires. The party tells the two deities of their divinations, pointing to the Master of Darkhold as a prime suspect. "But I guess that means it must be Nigel or Marius," Sheva says. "Well, good luck to you in any event," Garnet says softly. She smiles warmly to Sybele. "My blessings on you- and your unborn child." "What??" Sybele cries. Garnet lays a hand on her belly. "Or should I say... [i]children.[/i] Now, farewell." [i][b]Next Time: [/b][/i][b][/b]Orbius communes, and our heroes get headed in the right direction! The quest for Jezebel takes off! [/QUOTE]

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