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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4391327" data-attributes="member: 3285">Vengeance in Freeport: Part 1 – Maps and LegendsThe Milandisian known as Vlad Martell craned his neck to look out the doorway of Egil’s office. “Do you think they have anything useful on the sextant?”“This is the Temple of Althares.” Kham, dressed in a new blue overcoat and wearing green lenses, sat in front of Egil’s desk, tapping his foot. “If anyone knows anything about the sextant, it’s the Brothers of Althares.”Dril paced behind Kham.  “We’re wasting time.” He was dressed in a plain brown cloak, with the hood pushed back to reveal his dusky features. “The Cult of Leviathan is much more nimble than the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign.”“Please,” Kham rubbed his forehead, “don’t bring them up again.”“Ilmarė is working on a defense against the Unspeakable One’s minions that she gleaned from the Turner Codex.” Beldin the dwarf stroked his beard.  “If they ever do get organized, we’ll be ready.”Egil finally returned with Brother Norton, a nervous-looking monk with spectacles.Egil collapsed into his seat behind the desk and steepled his fingers.  “Brother Norton,” he said. “Please explain.”Norton cleared his throat.  “Another group of rough-looking types came in just recently, looking for a magical sextant. Well…” he paused, uncertain.  “Not at first.  They started off looking in the city directory and in Freeport history for someone named…oh dear, I don’t quite recall.  Carrey?  Carvey?  Carney?  It started with a ‘c’, I’m sure of that.  Anyway, after an hour or so of digging, they came back and said they couldn’t find what they wanted.  So they asked for books on magical sextants.  I sent them to the Magick Items and Artefackts section.”Egil turned to Kham, embarrassed.  “It seems Brother Norton confused the group with yours, and thus gave them full access.  They did leave a donation in doubloons, but didn’t speak with any of our brothers for very long.”“You didn’t get a look at them?” asked Dril.Egil frowned at Norton.  “Brother Norton’s eye was much more focused on the gold they left.  You see, we’re building a portal so that we can transport books to the mainland if need be.  The library’s not finished yet; these things are very costly.” Egil lowered his voice. “Please don’t share that with anyone else.  It’s mean to be a backup plan in case the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign attacks again.”“Sure,” said Kham.  “Did they leave anything that might identify them?  Anything at all?”“We found this note hanging out of one of the volumes taken off the shelves.”  Brother Norton handed Kham a note.Kham scanned it.  “So they couldn’t find the Cycle of R’lyeh.”“We don’t have any book by that name,” said Egil.  “It was on a list of censored books one hundred and fifty years ago, and The Cycle of R’lyeh was banned outright for reasons pertaining to the continued Security and Divine Favor of the Island.”“What kind of security?” asked Dril with a frown.“So secure that we have no idea,” said Egil.  “I’m sorry, but it happened before my time here.”“The only place that might have a copy,” says Brother Norton, “are private book collections or antiquarian book shops.”Kham hopped to his feet.  “It just so happens that I know an antiquarian.”</blockquote>

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