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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ThirdWizard" data-source="post: 3054968" data-attributes="member: 12037">"Tastes like chicken. Very very tough and stringy chicken."- Grum, on dwarvesSession 8/5/06 - The Lost City (continued)“News on Green Marvent, huh? Look, we can do that later.”“I think he might be in the Beastlands. This could be important. I told Factor Dhoren about it. The Signers have a foothold there, so I’ve got them looking. We might turn up something.”“On the whole Plane?”Malbi sighed, “It’s a long shot, but it’s something. Alternately, he could be on the Outlands.”Jackal thought on it for a moment. It was something at least, and this looked like he could take advantage of it. He had been working on propelling Black Dagger up the ranks as a side project, sort of a way to gain some influence in the Fated (and some favors) while not sticking his own neck out too far. This was just another opportunity. If the Fated found out Black Dagger had helped stop whatever the spies were doing, whether or not he actually would have anything to do with it, then that would be quite beneficial.“Alright, you’ve got a point. Let’s go.”“Where?”“We’re heading to the Hall of Records. I’m going to have a talk with the Factor I met the a few weeks ago or at least try to. He’d be very interested in any news about Marvent.”“What about the Dwarven Mountain?”“I found a way there, of course.”“Is that why you look hung over?”“Shut up.”“Well, what about going there?”“Soon. Soon…” Jackal looked at Grum. “Um… dwarves…” Then he looked at Stock. “I don’t think dwarves like ogres or bugbears.”“And we don’t like them,” Stock put in.“That’s not helpful.” Malbi sighed.“Oh, that’s just great. This is not going to be easy.” He sat down and massaged his temples. “We’ll just do what we always do.”“Fight our way through?” Grum asked almost hopefully.Jackal thought for a second. “No… no. Well…. no, we’ll just figure it out as we go along. Maybe something will present itself. At worst, they’ll… well we’ll see.”“So we fight.” Grum almost announced.Malbi and Stock sighed together.“Anyway, we should head out. I’d like to have a word with Black Dagger, and you can tell me what you learned on the way. Let’s go.” Jackal said, and they headed toward the Clerk’s Ward.“Have you seen Black Dagger?” Jackal was standing in front of Black Dagger’s office in the Hall of Records talking to his secretary, who didn’t seem very busy. Black Dagger was never actually in the office, so he didn’t bother asking about that.“Not recently. Oh, but Red Dagger was around. He said for me to tell you… what was it… Oh yes. If you’re going to that place again, he wants to go. Whatever that means.”“I know what it means. If Black Dagger shows up, be sure to tell him I was looking for him.”“Sure thing.”Jackal walked toward the office of Factor Lohan Yarl, a fire gnome who he had spoken with before about the attempted infiltration into the Fated. He had seemed very interested in finding the ones responsible for this, and paying them back for their trouble. Taking down their outpost was only the first step. The snake’s head needed to be cut off.He arrived at the office and was greeted by his secretary, who was much busier than Black Dagger’s. He merely pointed Jackal to a chair, and it was thirty minutes before the doors opened.The gnome looked up from a book he was reading. “Jackal! How are you? You have news for me concerning that Marvent fellow, I hope.” He put the book gingerly down on the table. Jackal slowly made his way into the room. It was kept hot, the large fireplace roaring behind the Factor, who had dark charcoal-like skin and bright orange hair that stood up, a long handlebar mustache curling up his face. “Of course.” He sat down in the already warm chair in front of the desk, eye level with the gnome. “Black Dagger has gained new intelligence on the matter, and I’m just relaying the information to you for him.”“Well, let’s hear it!” His voice was a mixture of impatience and curiosity.“I’ll skip the details, but it appears that we did in fact permanently destroy his base in the Plane of Fire. He isn’t operating out of that anymore. It appears that he’s moved to the Outer Planes now. We’ve narrowed it down to two planes, and we’re working on it from there. I just thought you should be apprised of the situation as it stands.”“Hrm… fine fine. I’m looking for some results here. I’ll be very pleased if you can bring me this Green Marvent’s head on a platter.” His eyes narrowed as he looked across the desk. “We’re Fated. We don’t take kindly to others messing with us.”“Of course.”“Anything else?”“That’s all.”He waved Jackal away and went back to reading whatever book he had been engrossed in when Jackal walked into the room. Jackal made his way back into the hallways. As he turned a corner, a familiar face greeted him.“Jackal! I heard you were around, and I figured that you’d go see Yarl.” It was Black Dagger. He was leaning against the wall waiting, and smiling.“You! You disappeared on us!” Jackal’s mood swung to fuming. “Malbi died!”“Eh. That’s how it goes sometimes.” He stopped smiling, and waved him over. They walked down toward the exit together.“You owe me. I want you to track down that Greydust guy and take him out for setting us up. I don’t have time to deal with him myself; we’re headed Out of Town.” “Yeah, sure, I can take care of that. No problem.”Jackal grumbled to himself.</blockquote>

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