Airwalkrr's Shatterscape IC (Cooperative Design-As-You-Go PBP)


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Marda's eyes wander down to the crest. She then takes the locket and tears begin to well up in her eyes again. "My mother had always told me he was the last of his order. So you knew my father. Did he die peacefully?"
 

"Yes, ma'am. He died in his sleep overlooking the Arm of Luthes. He took me there often." Kleb says this numbly as he tries to grasp the enormity of what he is being told of Born's life. He thinks about telling her how Born was like a father to him, but feels that in this situation that might seem inappropriate to tell Born's true offspring.
 

Clearly fighting back a flood of tears, Marda recounts, "He was a good man, when I knew him that is. He and mother worked together for many years to combat the evils of this city. He helped my mother found this orphanage, but disagreed with her when she wanted to open it up as a haven for those caught out after dark as well. He felt it would bring potential danger to the children, but my mother was so compassionate. She couldn't bear the thought of so many locked doors in this city and not a single one open to a soul in need. It is ironic that the one thing I have had all these years to remind me of them was the one thing that drove them apart. Until now that is. Thank you for this. It means so much that you undertook the effort to return it."

Marda then takes the locket and places it in her pocket. She pulls out a kerchief and wipes her eyes. She then turns to the rest of you. "Please forgive me. I normally try to keep better control of my emotions than this. Tell me more about your attackers. Did you get a good look at any of them or learn their names? As I said, I know anyone who is anyone in this city. It would be good to know if this was some random act of violence or if there is some greater need for concern."
 

Arden is reluctant to begin and so starts hesitantly.

"I think this was more than some random act of violence. The thugs were led by a pair named Durm and Krethan. Durm we killed and Krethan ran off; but not before raving about how she could not leave us alive because of something she foresaw that we would do. I'm afraid we've brought danger here with us."
 

Prophecy is for fools the power of divination is corrupted by unknown entites that swim through the remenants of the dreamer and into the minds of mortals
 

Marda's eyebrows perk up as Arden speaks. "Durm I've not heard of, but I know of this Krethan. She's a seer, and a gifted one at that. She predicted a storm last year that caused much destruction in the city. She also predicted one of our campaigns against the lizardfolk in the Moorlands last year would be a dismal failure, which it was. Half the soldiers caught diseases before the battle even began. Up until that point a lot of people called her crazy. She's often wandering the streets predicting all kinds of doom and gloom. I've never known her to attack anyone though. What I find even more surprising is that she was out after dark. Everyone knows she is a target for the Crucible."

In response to Lestrivius, Marda turns and says, "Well, I don't know much of divination myself, but the girl is talented. Stark raving mad maybe, but talented nonetheless. Honestly, I think she's troubled. Don't get me wrong. What she did to you was terrible. Still, she's had it rough and I empathize. Apparently she sees all kinds of horrible things that no one else does. That has to be unpleasant, to say the least."

She thoughtfully sips her tea and adds, "As for you bringing trouble, well, Krethan has been wrong before too. I wouldn't worry about it too much. But I would keep an eye out for her. It is quite possible she might try the same stunt again. And she has a way of inspiring a kind of fear in people that makes them follow her, so she won't be alone if she does."
 


"Well, a couple of weeks ago the city was supposed to be wiped out by a plague. And no, I can't really say I've ever heard of her predicting anything positive. While it is true that she has been correct about a number of very specific things, if I had to guess I'd say she's wrong more often than she's right. So you may wish to take what she says with a grain of salt."
 

My Valiant Hostess may I be so intrudeful as to ask for a place in which I may rest the night I have used up some of my most useful spells this night and I wish to refresh them
 

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